Broken Road ( Breaking Black Series) By Addison Kline ♥ Release Blitz & 5 Star Review

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Broken Road – Book 2 in the Breaking Black Series and the sequel to Black Horse

Signed Paperbacks can be ordered from Addison’s website!
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This is becoming one of my all-time favorite series! You just can’t get enough of Averi and Colt! Heart pounding emotions!
Averi has been through hell and back! Colt has been by her side through it all! In Broken Roads you’re going to get more a look back in to their pass and what made them so strong of a couple. I can’t tell you which book I liked better because they both rock. Broken Roads takes you back and always lets you look at to the future. There is so much excitement pack in to this book you can’t keep your eyes off it. Averi show you just how strong of a person she can be when it comes to those she loves. You’re going to cry, laugh and have your world rocked with this book. Addison is an amazing writer.
Looking forward to the next book in the series!
It is
often said that time heals all wounds. It is spoken like a promise… a vow.
These words are repeated to people who have been beaten down to their lowest
state. To the poor souls who have nothing left to lose. Whispered into the ear
of a grieving daughter, told with a shrug to a man who has nothing left to live
for.
These are
dangerous people.
The
down-trodden.
The grieving.
The ones
who love more people dead than alive.
The words
should never be uttered. Not to the ones who have no solid ground on which to
stand upon, no rail in which to clasp. The white-knuckled moments of life have
come to be expected rather than feared.
“Time heals all wounds.”
The words
are an insult. A slap in the face… and around here, they’ll get you hurt. For
Averi McClain and her husband Colt, there were few deeper insults.
If time
could heal all wounds, Jessa McClain would be proud to know that she was going
to be a grandmother. Nathan Ford would have proudly walked his little girl down
the aisle with Corinne beaming from her seat. Sitting by her side, Anna McCord
would wipe a tear from her eye. Standing proudly by Colt and Randy at the
arbor, Seth would have stood as a groomsman for his childhood friend. That is,
if time truly healed all wounds.
But what
about the hurts you cannot see? The deep gashes and the mangled hearts that
remain after the brutality of a war. Their childhood was a battlefield. Colt
and Averi didn’t want that for their own sons and daughters.
What does
time to do wounds? Time is nothing but a reminder of how much time has past
since you last saw the ones you love most. The line is bullshit. A scape goat.
A cheap cop out. It is something people say when they don’t know what to say.
It’s not deep or sympathetic. It doesn’t stop the heart from bleeding. Colt
would not have a granite wall built around his heart like a fortress. A barrier
which only Averi could crack.
Randy’s
soul would not quake with anger every time he heard mention of Black Horse, his
roving band of lunatics, also known as the Seventy Devils, or Jimmy Hearns. You
can’t even say the name Trent Myers to him without his sanity flickering out of
sight. Tim wouldn’t have to fight his anger out at the gym for several hours,
five days a week. Shelly’s sense of security would be intact and undisturbed.
Averi’s legs would not be permanently scarred with evidence of Black Horse’s
fiery insanity.
Time doesn’t
heal all wounds. Wounds fester. Sometimes the strain and exertion of trying to
get
better puts so much stress on the wound that the scab rips open, stitches and
scar tissue be damned.
Some
wounds cannot be mended.
Some
lines are just begging to be crossed.
Some
roads are meant to be broken.
As one of
Averi’s favorite bands so poignantly croons, “God blessed the broken road
that led me straight to you.” In the case of Colt and Averi, no song
lyrics could more perfectly describe the road that they have traveled. They
have a love like no other, acting as a guiding light, a beacon in a world turned
dark by Black Horse. What would you do if the the one man you couldn’t live
without, was the son of the bastard that murdered your parents and your eldest
brother? In the case of Averi Ford, she knew Colt was nothing like his father.
He had spent his entire life running from his shadow. He had always been the
one to protect Averi, even more so than her ever watchful brothers. You can’t
turn away from a love like that.
Theirs
was a love that was intensified by pain and longing, desperation and heartache.
They faced seemingly unsurmountable odds, and continue to do so, side by side.
She needed him, not to be her hero, but as her equal and her friend until the
end of their days. He needed her, not only physically, but spiritually,
emotionally, he had wrapped all his hope in her. His humanity relied on her
happiness. If her heart ceased to beat, he would let the darkness overcome him.
He wouldn’t stop until every single member of the Seventy Devils were dead.
Lord
knows Randy and Tim would fight right alongside him. Averi was as essential to
Colt as oxygen. Without her, the Colt that she knew and loved would cease to
exist. They loved each other despite the odds they faced; in spite of those who
said they shouldn’t. Averi loved him regardless of his family history, of the
stares and gossip, the upturned noses and blatant hostility. When Colt McClain
walks into a room, the citizens of Oakely don’t see him. They don’t see his
face or his kind soul. They don’t see him at all. They see Black Horse – the
man he so closely resembles, but whose hearts are night and day. There is a key
difference. There is a gentle warmth to Colt’s gaze. A calm depth that if you
look deep enough, you can see all the good in him. Look into Black Horse’s eyes
and you’ll see your own demise. When people look Colt’s way, they see a
murderer, a thief, a snake. They see a man with no soul. But Colt never killed
a man that didn’t have it coming, and let me tell you, Jimmy Hearns has it
coming.
Most
motorcycle clubs are not street gangs, but in the case of the Seventy Devils,
there was no point in hiding it. The Seventy Devils ran the streets of Oakeley.
The Seventy Devils, the band of lawless savages that did Black Horse’s bidding,
lived on, leaderless and hell bent on anarchy. When the strange circumstances
surrounding Black Horse’s death went public, Jimmy monopolized. Playing the
role of a mourning son, Jimmy earned the respect and the power Texas’ most
violent motorcycle gang. To say the devils are out for blood is an
understatement of epic proportions. The band of sociopathic heathens were
rallied by Black Horse’s death. It was a call to action, a call to arms, each
one of them thirsty to drain the blood from Black Horse’s murderer. Each one
yearning to display his killer’s head on a pike for the whole community to see.
If the Seventy Devils were hostile during Black Horse’s reign, it was nothing
compared to their mental state after Black Horse was found burned, shot and
murdered.
A war has
erupted. The Seventy Devils are scattered and on alert, gnawing at the bit for
the go-ahead to strike. They would not hesitate to spill the blood of anyone
who stood in their way of recompense. They knew they would need to act fast if
they wanted to come out on top. Colt was not the kind of guy that you slept on.
He’d stop at nothing to protect his family and he was lethal whether he was
heavily armed or going toe to toe, bare knuckled beat-down style. Colt did have
Black Horse’s blood coursing through his veins, after all. But then, so did
Jimmy, and he is ready to show everyone that the apple didn’t fall far from the
tree… in fact, they appear to have formed on the same poisoned branch.
As leader
of the Devils, Jimmy had seventy miscreants to do his bidding – and three goals
in which he needed to achieve:
1.      Avenge Black Horse
2.      Kill Colt McClain and Randy Ford
3.      Take Averi for his own
Jimmy has
another thing coming if he thinks victory is easily won. Will Colt and Averi’s
broken road end in tragedy? Or will they be the ones to banish the devils
straight to hell? When the demons of the past rise up, can Colt and Randy face
them fearless and determined? Whatever happens, don’t expect Colt and Randy to
stand alone. Buckle up. The broken road makes for one hell of a ride.
 
 
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TITLE – SEAL of My Heart

SERIES – SEAL Brotherhood #7

AUTHOR – Sharon Hamilton

GENRE – Military Romance, Romantic Suspense

PUBLICATION DATE – July 10, 2014

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – Full length novel

PUBLISHER – Create Space

COVER ARTIST – Kendra Egert

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Kate Morgan is engaged to the most eligible bachelor in Sonoma County, the son of a wealthy wine

family in Healdsburg, California. On a flight to visit her sister in Portland she is seated next to a young

hard-bodied elite soldier who ignites her insides in a strange attraction she cannot deny.

Navy SEAL Tyler Gray plans to spend a weekend home before deploying to North Africa with the rest of

his SEAL Team 3. But the conversation with Kate has him rethinking his future.

The encounter has both of them feeling fate has stepped into their lives and altered their course. Unable

to just say goodbye as lovers, they agree to carry on a correspondence. Kate becomes the girl Tyler

wants to come home to while she is pressured by her family to reconsider her broken marriage plans.

Family secrets are revealed from the past regarding a young Marine and Kate’s mother which brings

both heartache and a sense of clarity as old loves are unearthed. From the grave, a Marine’s love

letters from the past affect the new love between Kate and Tyler in the present. And when Kate’s life is

endangered, will Tyler be the man to save her without sacrificing his own?

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Friday couldn’t come fast enough for Tyler. He boarded the plane from San Diego and in just under two

hours touched down at Schulz International Airport. Kate ran to him as soon as he entered the small

terminal. He dropped his bag and accepted her body slam willingly.

His heart was overjoyed. He’d been heavy with worry she’d call him and postpone their get together,

and he’d have to go out of country without being with her one more time.

Her lips were urgent. She clung to him with fierce need, which was just about the biggest turn-on and

something he hadn’t dared to dream was possible. He felt her need match and melt into his as the

steamy sparks flew and his hands smoothed over her satin skin. Her sweet softness and fresh scent

given up to him so willingly, so utterly compliant made him wish somehow his deployment was over,

that this was the homecoming he’d get when he could finally stay for more than just two nights.

Two little nights! It’s all they had left. He wanted to see everything about where she grew up, meet her

folks. Even take a good look at her asshole of a former fiancé and let him know that he was the man

he’d have to answer to if the guy had any designs on her. Of course, he was all in. And, thank the God of

SEALs, it looked like she wanted him right there next to her as tight as they could get.

“Baby it was way too long. We should just go runaway,” he kissed into her hair at the side of her head.

“We could disappear. Wanna disappear?”

That little giggle as she snuggled under his chin, as her arms came up his back, pulling him into her. Her

fingers migrated to comb through the curls at the top of his spine, stroking and squeezing. Her hard

pubic bone rode his shaft through his jeans. He pressed her there, hurting with need, and then just

hurting.

“If you weren’t the man I know you to be, Tyler, I’d take you up on it. God I wish I had a few million

stashed away somewhere so we could just do that. But we have this.” She stood on tiptoes and placed

her succulent lips across his.

“And this is pretty damned good, baby.”

“The best.”

With one arm wrapped tight about her waist he practically carried her through the glass doors of the

terminal to the parking lot beyond, slinging his bag over his left shoulder. Her feet barely touched the

floor. She hung onto his shoulders, using her right thigh to gently balance against his hipbone as he

walked. She wasn’t light, but he’d carry her all the way to San Francisco if she’d let him. And heck, he

and his buddies had carried telephone poles up and down the goddamned beach in a full run in combat

boots without hardly breaking a sweat.

She’d started to get out her keys and he swiped them from her, giving her another kiss when she

showed that fresh smile again. He stowed his bag in the hatch and they drove toward the freeway,

heading north.

He found the little town of Healdsburg to be charming, reminding him of some of the villages in the

South of France, or New England where shops surrounded a lawn square complete with a gazebo and

park benches. The square was a gathering place, and he noted the foot traffic was so thick, maneuvering

the car to make a right turn as she had instructed, was tricky.

They drove down a wide street with grand houses, most of them early California or large bungalow

style. At a light green mansion, she ordered him to turn right and pointed around the corner to the back

of the property, where he located a lemon yellow cottage.

“Nice, Kate. Love it.”

“Thank you.” She said bashfully. He could see she was thinking about what they’d be doing just as soon

as he got them properly naked. He liked that she was shy, that her cheeks had that just-kissed blush on

her fair peachy skin. She stole little glances at him which set his insides on fire. He’d never wanted a

woman more.

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Sharon Hamilton

Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently

made best sellers lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through

passion and true love. Her SEAL Brotherhood Series continues with books 5, 6 and 7 all releasing this

year, as well as audio versions currently completed for the first four of the series. She has been an

Amazon top 100 author in Romantic Suspense since last fall.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to

go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden

Vampires of Tuscany Series was recently named the #1 Gothic Romance by Amazon. It is now available

on Audible.

Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla

world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school

class.

She lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic

gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s

Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers..

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Dirty Angels (Dirty Angels Trilogy #1) by Karina Halle ♥ Release Blitz

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Title: Dirty Angels (Dirty Angels Trilogy #1)

Author: Karina Halle

Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense

Release Date: June 15, 2014

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For Luisa Chavez, a twenty-three year old former beauty queen, a better life has always been just out of her reach. Sure, she’s had men at her feet since she was a young teenager but she’s never had the one thing she’s craved – security. Having grown up in near poverty, her waitressing job in Cabo San Lucas can barely let her take care of herself, let alone her ailing parents. Every day is another unwanted advance, every day is a struggle to survive.

When Salvador Reyes, the depraved leader of a major Mexican cartel, takes an interest in her, Luisa is presented with an opportunity she can’t afford to pass up. She’ll become Salvador’s wife and exchange her freedom and body for a life of riches – riches she can bestow upon her deserving parents. But Luisa quickly finds out that even the finest wines and jewels can’t undo the ugliness in her marriage, nor the never-ending violence that threatens her every move.

Soon, Luisa is looking for an escape, a way out of the carefully controlled life she’s leading. She finally gets her wish in the worst way possible.

As it is, being the wife of Salvador makes her an ideal target for rival cartels and there’s one particular man who needs Luisa as part of his cartel’s expansion. One particular man whose quest for power has destroyed lives, slit throats and gotten him out of an American prison. One particular man who will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.

That man is Javier Bernal. And he wants Luisa. He wants to take her, keep her, ruin her.

Unless she ruins him first.

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It was a picture of a woman in white strapless wedding dress, very fluffy and extravagant from the waist down. Her hands were clasped demurely at her front, her face caught in a nervous smile.

She was extremely beautiful but that was to be expected. The country’s most flagrant excuse for a drug kingpin would never marry anyone less than stunning and this woman, Luisa, fit the bill. But despite her body, with her round, perky tits and elegant neck, her long dark hair and classic face, there was another layer to her that immediately got me hard. It was this look in her eyes. They were so pure and soft, giving her radiance that seemed to leap off the page.

I wanted nothing more than to have her on her knees, have her fix those round, angelic eyes on me and watch as I pin her down and come right into them. I would take her purity and make her see the world for what it really was – a hot, sticky mess at the end of my dick.

“I bet she’d be a tight little fuck,” Este leered over my shoulder.

I shot him a disgusted look. “She’s not a whore, Este,” I chided him.

“Not to you,” he said, as I looked at the next picture of her, now with Salvador at her side.

“I mean it,” I said, my eyes drawn to her again and again. “No one is touching her. Not you, not Franco.”

“I give you my promise,” Este said. “But Franco can barely control himself around the whores.”

“No one is touching her,” I repeated. “She will be our hostage. She is collateral. No one is laying a hand on her.”

“Except for you, I assume.”

She almost seemed too good to even touch. I couldn’t wait to break her. “She is very valuable,” I admitted.

I flipped through a couple of more photographs and grew harder at each one. I wished Este would just fucking leave so I could deal with it. I almost wished Laura was still alive so I could flip her over and come all over her back. I never fucked the women around here, but that didn’t mean I didn’t use them when I needed to.

“You know,” Este said, his lazy voice starting to grate me. “If Martin had been there close enough to spy on them, close enough to photograph, why didn’t you just get him to put a bullet in Salvador’s head? Especially if Martin was going to die anyway.”

I eyed him warily, disappointed that he could be so rash. “Because life is a game and we’re all just trading cards. We play the right hand to get ahead.” I studied the smiling, ignorant face of Sal as he stared at his bride. “Death stops the game. It’s too final, too inflexible. Death is viciously stubborn.”

When Este didn’t say anything I looked up to see a dull gleam in his eyes. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, annoyed at his ineptitude. “What good would killing Salvador do? Right? David Guirez or whoever, anyone, someone, they would step in and take over faster than you can shit after your coffee and nothing will have changed. Look at Travis Raines. The moment he died, I was able to slither on through to the top, to right here, right now.”

“Only because you killed Travis,” he noted. “More or less.”

“We killed Travis,” I corrected him. “Anyway, the point is that the dead make lousy deals. If we want the shipping lane, we have to force him to give it to us. Killing him does nothing. Taking his new bride, now that will do something.”

“You sound so sure,” Este said walking around the desk.

“I have no reason not to be sure,” I said. “They are newlyweds. He needs her, he wants her. We will get her soon, before he gets bored of her cherry ass. Sal has pride. We all do. It is our weakness. I know that enough about myself to know it about others.”

He smoothed his hand over the stubble on his chin and gave me a smooth nod. “All right.”

I stared at a photo of them at the altar, a lavish outdoor ceremony. He was gazing at her with that pride I was talking about. And she was staring at him with a look that was all too familiar to me.

“She doesn’t love him, though,” I commented, almost to myself.

“How can you tell?” he said, taking a step closer and peering at the photos again.

I swallowed uneasily and then shrugged it off. “I just can. She doesn’t.”

“So is she marrying him for money then?”

I took the papers and sorted them until they were neat and evenly stacked before slipping them back into the envelope. “Probably. Does it matter?”

“No. So when do we act?”

“Soon,” I said, putting the envelope in the first drawer. I knew I’d be taking it out again after he left.

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About the Author

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With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term “Hybrid Author.” Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she’s a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA…whenever possible.

Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her husband and rescue pup.

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