Cover Re-Reveal ~ The Kylie Ryans Series by Caisey Quinn

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THE KYLIE RYANS SERIES 
 
A girl with a dream and a guitar…
A troubled artist struggling to hold onto his career…
 
What they found was each other.
 
 
 
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Girl on Tour
Girl in Love 
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New and Young Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at http://www.caiseyquinnwrites.com. 

Release Day Blitz ~ Destiny’s Detour by Mari Brown

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Synopsis

Heading off to her first year of college, Destiny is ready to take on the world. On the college dance team with her best friend, Amy, all Destiny wants is to have fun, enjoy her college years, and spend time with her older brother, David.

Troy is captain of the football team, sexy, sweet and her brother’s best friend. Practically a member of the family, Troy has always been off limits…until now.

One night together changes everything…

A childhood crush turns into more and Destiny has no choice but to grow up sooner than she planned. Will life’s unexpected detours derail her forever? Is there a happily ever after in the cards for Destiny and Troy?

Only time will tell.

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As we run around the track, I give into my frustration.

“Guys, you know that I love you both, but this is going to be just like high school. I am going to have to put up with bitchy girls because the star football players talk to us.” Both guys give me knowing smirks. “You assholes are doing this shit on purpose, aren’t you?”

They don’t say anything, just look at each other with a huge grin. That just irritates the shit out of me so I pick up my pace. Troy soon catches up with me.

“Please don’t be mad, Destiny.”

I sigh in defeat. Troy and David know I can’t stay mad at them. They have always been there for me when I’ve needed them and heaven help me, but they make me laugh like no one else. I am screwed. They have me right where they want me. I realize too, in this moment, they are sending a message to anyone who might be watching. Son of a bitch. They did this for more than one reason. They aren’t just doing it for kicks. They want guys to know I am off limits. I get why my brother is sending that message, but what is Troy’s motivation for it?

“Troy, you know I’m not mad. It’s just gets annoying. Do you even realize how bitchy girls are?”

He gives me a small laugh, and as Amy and David catch up to us, I notice Ryan and Chase are not far behind.

“So, how do we handle the Buffy situation?” I look over at Amy.

She ponders this for a moment, and then grins. “I say we just go ahead and knock out the bitches who say something.”

This causes all of us to laugh. Coach blows the whistle, letting us know our 30 minutes are up. Thank God. The guys stop to talk to Amy and me while Buffy continues sending dirty looks our way.

We turn to walk away and I’m not surprised when Troy yells, “Destiny, Baby! I’ll see you at home tonight.”

I stop in my tracks, look back, and shoot him a dirty look. He smirks at me. Jerk. He would say or do something stupid. He always does.

Leaning into him, I place my hand on his chest seductively. My hand slowly slides down to lightly brush his dick and as it pulsates, I say, “You know, Baby, payback’s a bitch.”

His arm slips around my waist, tucking me into him. I go up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the mouth before I saunter off, putting an extra shake in my hips to make him really sweat. I hear two groans for two different reasons. One comes from David, who does not like the little show I just put on. The other is Troy, who is probably suffering and trying to hide the serious semi he is sporting.

About the Author

I have always loved reading and writing. When I was in the fifth grade I became a published writer (okay so it was the school newspaper). I spent the better part of my teen years writing stories for my friends. Sometime between ages of 16 and 35 life happened and I stopped writing but I never stopped reading. It was only after my grandfather passed away in early 2012 that I decided to go for my dreams and write a novel and self-publish it.

I write under the pen name Mari Brown, which is just a play on my real name. I am happily married to my own alpha/ former bad boy male, we have been together for 18 years. We have a 17 year old daughter and two sons ages 15 and 14. We have 3 dogs and 2 cats. There is never a dull moment around my house. We live on the beautiful Gulf Coast of Alabama.

In addition to writing I am also co-owner of Keepin’ It Real Book Blog, where I share my love of reading other Indie Authors.

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With Me by Gabbie S. Duran review by Harper

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What happens when you take a chance one night … make a decision that will change your life forever?

Kasey Wilson, the girl next door, had a crush on the boy next door … Joseph Mitchell was that boy.

Kasey was left with the consequences of her decision when Joseph left her behind, leaving for the Marine Corps. She never thought she would see Joseph again, leaving her to continue on with her life, moving forward.

But fate has a way of intervening …

Joseph Mitchell always lived with the regret of walking away that night, never to see Kasey again. Finally ready to settle down, he’s now engaged to someone else. But when he finds Kasey again, he learns of a secret she’s been keeping, a secret that will change both their lives forever.

Can they finally have the relationship they never had? Or will Joseph be forced to walk away again?

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With me was a great short read and I couldn’t put it down! I was hooked from the beginning I felt like the book flowed very well. Kasey came from a very religious family with strict rules. One night she decides to follow her heart and do something she has never done before. This is a decision she doesn’t regret and takes it as a blessing. Joseph is the the boy next door that stole Kasey’s heart. Kasey loved Joseph since they met and even after he left for the Marines and 5 years had passed without seeing each other he still held a special place in her heart. When they finally see each other by fate after so many years had passed the feeling Kasey has for Joseph ignite back up and are stronger than ever. You will want to read this story and found out what happens with Kasey and Joseph and if they find a way to be together after all of these years. Will their relationship work? Will their life before finding each other interfere with them trying to be together. Does Joseph feel the same about Kasey? READ this story and you will find out! I give this book 5 stars!

-Harper

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Gabbie is a Southern California native, who currently lives in Washington with her wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. When she’s not writing you can find her reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but she wouldn’t change anything about it.

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Cover Reveal ~ Break by Amanda Stone

BREAK by USA Today Bestselling author Amanda Stone

 

 

Title: BREAK

Author: Amanda Stone

Release: Spring 2014

Genre: New Adult

 

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There are paths we take in life that lead us to where we are supposed to be—where we are meant to be all along. I didn’t know that my journey, which had been filled with so much pain and so much all-consuming rage, would lead me to herShe is my salvation. My undoing. My reason for breaking…

Storm Messer has just graduated college. But instead of spending the summer traveling, like she had intended, she finds herself dumped by her boyfriend and working for her parents at their family’s prestigious restaurant.

Ryker Noakes had every intention of going away to college until he lost the one person who kept him grounded. Now five years later he finds himself spending his days working as a mechanic, and his nights working off his aggression over things he cannot change as an underground MMA fighter.

Neither could have known that a chance meeting would spark up a friendship that would lead to an undeniable romance. But when they find out their pasts collide, it threatens to destroy any future they may have together.

Breaking isn’t always a bad thing. —

As long as you have the right person

to put you back together.

 

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Amanda Stone is the author of the USA Today Bestselling book, Breathe into Me. She was born and raised in the foothills of eastern Kentucky. She loves being from, and living in, this beautiful state so much that she decided to move to a small little town that is—no pun intended—called, Lovely.

Amanda is currently living out her, happily ever after, with her reformed bad boy hubby, their two wild little kidlets, and a house full of critters. (Technically, its two dogs and a cat, but if it was up to her husband, those numbers would be drastically larger.)

 

 

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Ryker guided me backward, pushing me

until my back was flush against the cool wood siding of the house. He leaned in

closer, his scent engulfing me—consuming me. “Storm,” he huskily whispered.

“Close your eyes.”

As if I had no control over myself, my

body did as he commanded and my eyes drifted shut. I heard the creak of wood

giving as he placed each of his hands on either side of my head. Even with my

eyes closed I knew how close he was to me. His breaths were softly blowing

against my lips. Out of habit, my tongue slipped from between my lips,

moistening them in anticipation. I heard a low growl rumble up from Ryker’s

chest and he placed forehead against mine.

“Ryke…” I began, but he silenced me by

gently placing his finger against my lips.

“I don’t know why you fight this, Storm.”

He huffed and pulled his face away from mine. “I know you feel it. You feel how

right this is.” He tenderly grasped my chin in his hand, turning my head to the

side, giving him better access to my neck. He ran his lips over my burning skin

before placing a soft kiss where my shoulder and neck meet. My body shivered at

his touch and he pulled away again. “You see, your body knows what it wants.

Damn, Storm, even your heart knows what it wants. But you let your head get in

the way of all that. You let your head lead you, and, baby, its leading you the

wrong way.”

 

He leaned closer to my ear. “Just stop

thinking. Stop thinking and feel. Feel how your breathing becomes erratic when

I do this.” He ran his tongue along my earlobe. “Feel how your heart speeds up

when I tell you how unbelievably sexy you are, and how you have me in pain just

thinking about being inside you again.” He paused, and I stayed quiet,

listening to his uneven breaths. “Feel how your skin tingles when I touch you.”

He ran his hand down my side, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their

wake. “I do that to you. Me. Why fight this? Why fight something that feels so

undeniably right? You know you want me,” he growled against my lips. “And deep

down, you know you’re already mine.”

 

 

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway ~ Beautiful Failure by Mariah Cole

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If you’re looking for a heartwarming story about a girl who falls deeply in love with a troubled boy who changes her life–a sob story with pretty metaphors and a million ways that’ll tell you how “broken” she is, STOP. Don’t read another word of this.

I’m not that type of girl.

My name is Emerald Anderson and I’m not going to bullshit you: I flunked out of college after my sophomore year, I’ve been fired from every job I’ve ever taken, and I’ve never had a fully functioning relationship in my life.

I wish I could say that I had a cheerleader in my corner, someone who says, “No, Emerald–You’re great and you are good at something!” but I don’t. My grandparents are completely oblivious to my life, and my mother’s dying words to me were “You’re going to end up just like me one day. A beautiful nothing.”

She was right.

As I decide to start my life over and take two jobs that will forever change me–one from the inside, and one from the outside, I keep my mother’s words close to my heart so I can keep the sexy and mysterious Carter Black away.

He’s the first man who’s ever pursued me, the first man who seems bent on finding out why I am the way I am, but he’s wasting his time.

I’m not broken. I don’t need to be fixed. I’m perfectly fine being a beautiful failure…

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My mother was a whore.

Her name was Leah Isabelle Anderson—“Leah Belle” for short, and she was one of New Jersey’s most sought after escorts.

With deep green eyes that could take any man’s breath away, and skin so porcelain and smooth that it looked too perfect to touch, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Often compared to a supermodel, her raven black hair fell past her shoulders, and her naturally long eyelashes were always coifed to perfection.

Growing up, I had no idea what she did with the men who picked her up in their shiny and expensive cars—the men who wore thousand dollar suits and patted me on the head while saying, “Your mom is really something special.”

In a way, these strangers became the closest thing I had to a family since I never knew my father: Her regulars, Christian and William, sent me gifts every Christmas. Arnie bought me my first bike, Steve taught me how to change a tire, and her most ruthless suitor—Vincent, took me shopping for designer clothes once a month.

Leah Belle—she never ever let me call her “mom,” wasn’t exactly a mother to me; she was more like an older friend. An older ‘I’ll-be-there-when-it’s-convenient’ friend.

She missed every elementary school play, every middle school writing competition, and never gave a damn about my grades. At first, the involuntary loneliness bothered me, but after I created an army of invisible friends and easily accessible fantasies, I came to terms with her neglect and happily accepted any attention she was willing to give me.

When I became a teenager, she started to hang around me more often—promising that she would do better, promising that she would make sure that “from here on out, [we’d] be best friends.” Since she’d run away from her parents after having me at sixteen, she made a point to never lecture or discipline me. She did however, teach me three very important lessons:

1.) “Always put tons of effort into the way you look. You need to be beautiful on the outside, no matter how fucked up you are on the inside. If you ever feel sad or depressed, suck that shit up and add more mascara.”

2.) “Don’t make friends. Make sponsors. If you can’t get anything out of someone or use them for a specific purpose, kick that person out of your life ASAP.”

3.) “Beauty wins over brains every time. Your body will always be your most important asset. Remember that.”

For my fourteenth birthday, she poured me my first shot and offered me a short line of coke, saying, “Welcome to life, Em!”

I shook my head at the coke—I’d read about the effects, but I happily took the red shot glass from her hand.

“To the best fuckin’ daughter in the world!” She lifted her glass in the air, waiting for me to do the same, and then she ordered me to toss it back.

The initial burning sensation was painful—disgusting, but in the years to come, that bitterness tasted better and better, and I looked forward to the two of us drinking together. It was the only time that she gave me her undivided attention.

In those moments, I would tell her about another writing competition I’d won or how I’d received more early college scholarships. When it was her turn, she would tell me about “turning tricks” like other parents told their kids about a day at the office.

“I can’t tell you how weak Ben’s dick was today,” she’d say. “I mean, I feel like I should be charging him double for the weak ass fucks he puts me through.”

“You don’t enjoy it with him? Ever?” I’d ask.

“No. Never with him. But he’s a sponsor, I’m getting his money, and that’s all that matters. I just lie there, scratch his back, and say ‘HarderHarder’ to make him think I’m into it until—”

“Until he cums?”

“Yep.” She’d pass me a cigarette before sighing. “With him and a few others, I usually have to take a few shots beforehand to numb my mind. With the really good ones, all I have to do is relax. Sex can be fucking incredible when it’s done right…”

One particular Friday, after she let one of her regulars take me shopping for a Chanel bag, I unlocked the door to our home and saw droplets of blood all over the floor.

“Leah?” I set my shopping bag down. “Did you get another nose bleed?”

No answer.

I headed into the kitchen, looking for her usual remedies—hot tea and Q tips, but she wasn’t there.

“You here?” I walked around our living room and checked all the rooms upstairs. Confused, I pulled out my cell phone and called her.

No answer again.

I shrugged and opened a bottle of vodka, tossing back a few shots. I figured she’d left with one of her sponsors for a quickie and would be back by the time our favorite show started.

I decided to take a shower before it came on and headed into the downstairs bathroom.

The second I hit the lights, my heart fell out of my chest.

I wanted to believe that what I was seeing was simply a sick joke by my imagination—a twisted fantasy I’d snap out of in seconds.

Pale and blue, Leah’s body lay lifeless in our tub. Her left arm was dangling over the edge, and the small velvet bag where she kept her cocaine was dangling from her fingertips.

Scattered across the floor were hundreds of prescription pills and empty orange bottles that bore the names of strangers. On the vanity, there was an empty syringe and a folded note that read “For my Em…”

Trembling, I rushed to her side and pressed my finger against her neck, hoping for a pulse.

Nothing.

I tilted her head back and tried to breathe life into her—pressing her chest with my hands every few seconds, but it was no use.

She was gone.

I sank down to the floor in tears—cursing her, hating her, for doing this to me. To us.

I had no friends to call, no family either, so in my numb and dazed state I somehow managed to call 9-1-1. While the operator attempted to calm me down by asking me to take deep breaths, I walked over to the vanity and unfolded Leah’s last note:

Em,

I know you’re confused right now, but I want you to know that I love you. I love you so fucking much… You were the only thing that made my life worth living, and I wish I was strong enough to keep that in mind…

I’m not.

I’m tired of living a lie and I haven’t been happy in a very long time… I just can’t take it anymore…

I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life, but the biggest regret I have is the way I raised you…I’m so sorry… This is going to be hard for you to believe—especially since I’m gone, but I need you to forget all that shit I taught you. Right now.

Fuck using your looks to get what you want. Go to college and do some good shit with your life, like write or something. You’re a good writer, you’re very smart, and you need to use your brain to get ahead. Can you promise to do that for me, Em?

Then again…It’s probably too late and I’m willing to bet that you’ll end up just like me: A beautiful nothing…

It won’t be your fault though. It’ll be—

I stopped reading and flushed that note down the toilet. Her last words were clearly written out of sadness and they were only compounding my pain.

As far as I was concerned, Leah had raised me the best she could and she was far from a “beautiful nothing” in my eyes. In fact, I cherished every single thing she’d taught me.

Even though I was beyond hurt that she’d selfishly left me all alone, I was determined to remember her at her best and for everything she was to me:

My mother.

My best friend.

My role model.

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Mariah Cole is a Starbucks addict (hazelnut shots, please!), New Adult author, and an incessant daydreamer. Known for pushing the envelope, she’s an avid reader of indie books and is always looking to chat with readers and authors alike.

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Release Day Blitz ~ My Last Resolution by Whitney G.

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My boyfriend is an asshole.

A pure, one of a kind, I-wish-I-was-making-this-up asshole.

Every year, I write “Dump his ass” as my most important resolution, but I’ve never done it.

Until now.

Well, kind of…

Instead of showing up to our “secret” engagement party, I’ve shown up to the airport–ready and willing to go wherever the next flight is bound. Determined to keep and fulfill all of my resolutions, I’m proud of myself for finally striking out on my own.

Until I never make it to my final destination. Until the sexy stranger who sat next to me on the plane changes everything. Until my “last resolution” is fulfilled a lot earlier than I thought…

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Prologue

Eleven.

Not ten. Not twenty. Eleven.

Ever since I was a little girl, my mom would force me and my sister to list our resolutions at the end of the year. She’d tell us to fold them up and carry them in our pockets as a reminder, and to make sure that the last one (“lucky number eleven”) was the most important one of all.

I never understood the purpose behind those resolutions, and in the early years I’d do it just to make her shut up. I’d write things like, “Stop telling Mom that she gets on my nerves,” “Learn how to dropkick the boy who always pops my bra straps,” “Steal better snacks from the cafeteria at lunchtime.”

Yet, as the years passed and I entered high school, I started to take them a little more seriously: “Lose lots and lots of weight by the summer.” “Try to work on my writing every day.” “Stop trying to fit in so much and just be myself.” And I always looked forward to writing that number eleven. Although it was supposed to be a goal, mine was more like a dream: “Find a real life bad boy, make him fall in love with me, and live wild and carefree together for the rest of our lives.”

Unfortunately, I didn’t find him in high school—that “lots and lots of weight” took way too long to lose, and the lames that came shortly after were only interested in having sex.

Very, very bad sex.

My real life bad boy stormed into my life during my senior year of college, in the form of a sweet-talking, former womanizing, ultimate-alpha-male-sweetheart named Adrian Smith III. After preventing me from nearly walking into a moving bus, he told me I was “the sexiest woman [he’d] ever seen,” and the rest was history.

Our love affair was fast and frantic, uncontrollable and overwhelming; it was so reckless and volatile that it almost became an obsession.

I fell in love with him after only a few weeks, but I knew he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

He was my dream.

My number eleven.

After we graduated college—when things began to slow down and settle, we decided to stay together for the long haul. We had separate goals and aspirations, so we promised to strive for them while still hanging on to each other.

Unfortunately, that’s where the nice version of my story ended.

My life with Mr. Bad Boy became more of a tragedy than a love story, and at the end of last year I did something I hadn’t done in years…

I changed my number eleven.

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A self diagnosed candy addict, travel junkie, and hypochondriac, Whitney Gracia Williams LOVES to write about characters that make you laugh, cry, and want to (in the case of Selena Ross) reach through your Kindle and slap them.

She is the “imaginary bestselling” author of the Jilted Bride Series, Mid Life Love, Wasted Love, and Captain of My Soul.

When she’s not locked inside her room, feverishly typing away on her laptop, she can be found here:
http://www.whitneygracia.com

She also loves getting emails from her readers, so if you want to tell her how much you loved (or hated) her stories, email her at whitgracia@gmail.com.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Abandon by Cassia Leo

 

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This gritty spin-off of the New York Times bestselling Shattered Hearts Series follows mysterious and sexy Tristan as he attempts to abandon his demons in the name of love. This full-length novel can be read as a stand-alone or after Bring Me Home.

A steady stream of meaningless sex is all Tristan has left when he discovers the grandmother who raised him is dying and his best friend is getting married. He is lost; and the dark secrets in his past keep coming back to remind him of this.

Until Tristan has an idea that will change his life and fulfill his dying grandmother’s wishes: Abandon his playboy ways and settle down.

And who better to do it with than Senia, the girl who has occupied his thoughts since their scorching hot tryst in the back of his sports car. The girl who makes him laugh and feel like a kid again.

But when his world begins to crumble around him, the pain Tristan is hiding finds its way to the surface. Will Tristan finally learn to trust again? Or will he abandon Senia when she needs him the most?

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After a very choppy drive to Carissa’s house on Bedford Avenue near Pollock Place Park. I get a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see the name Pollock Place Park. It makes me think of Tristan Pollock, then I think of Yesenia Pollock. So stupid. Tristan is not the marrying kind, even if he is acting like a complete weirdo since our meeting at Yogurtland.

I pull up in front of a house on the corner of Bedford and Taylor and take a deep breath as I shut off the engine. A woman with brown, frizzy hair is standing in the threshold of the front door with her arms crossed and a sour expression that matches her shitty sweater. This woman does not want to mess with me when I’m hormonal.

I climb out of the car and stuff the car key into my coat pocket. She looks surprised to see me. Then she steps aside and Molly steps out the door, nearly tripping over the woman’s loafered foot.

I rush to the door to help Molly since this bitch has no intention of doing so. When Molly sees me, her eyebrows shoot up and a faint smile materializes on her slack, drunken features. Molly is such a pretty girl. I’ve only been to Tristan’s house once, a couple of years ago for Molly’s birthday party, but she has the same glossy, light-brown hair as Tristan. She doesn’t have Tristan’s gray eyes. Her eyes are a golden brown, muddied by the haze of alcohol. This was me last year, before I met Eddie and stopped drinking so much. I hate the fact that that controlling, manipulative asshole is responsible for anything positive in my life.

“Carissa is sleeping off the whiskey, in case you were wondering,” the frizzy-haired woman proclaims as I grab Molly’s arm to hold her upright.

“I’m very sorry about this. I don’t know how they could have gotten the alcohol. I mean, it couldn’t have been here, in this house, could it?” I reply with as much phony concern as I can stomach.

Frizzball narrows her eyes at me. “She’s not allowed back here, ever again.”

“I’m sure she’ll be devastated to hear you’re closing the open bar. But I’m sure she’ll get her fix somewhere else.” Molly doubles over as she cackles at my response and I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from toppling over. “Come on, girl. Your brother is waiting for you.”

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Oh, Cassia Leo, how do I love thee!!  The Shattered Hearts series is one of my absolute favorites and Abandon does not disappoint.  Tristan and Senia’s story was AMAZING!!!  Tristan has such a f*cked up past that has emotionally crippled him.  Senia, whileher  past is not bad, she is still pretty broken.  I loved their connection, it practically leapt off the pages.  I love how Senia doesn’t take his shit and is really a strong female character.  There was so much story behind the love story in this book and I loved every minute of it.  Also the banter between Senia and Tristan is so much fun and I was rooting the entire book for them.  I will say, that I laughed and I cried, I may of threw my Kindle and I will never look at frozen yogurt the same but I love every single moment in this book!!

5 *****

♥ Sophie

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DSC_6986bw-rdxNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo grew up in California and has lived in three different countries. She loves to travel and her dream is to one day score a record deal based on her awesome shower singing skills. She is the author of the Shattered Hearts series (Relentless, Pieces of You, Bring Me Home) and the Luke and Chase series.

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