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BLOG TOUR: Beat of the Heart by Katie Ashley

Beat of the Heart (Runaway Train #2)
After years of bad relationships and a cheating ex-fiancé, twenty-eight-year-old Mia Martinelli prefers healing her patients’ hearts on the Cardiac Care floor rather than risking having her heart broken again. But that all comes to a screeching halt when caring for the head roadie for Runaway Train puts her into the orbit of drummer and Latin Lover, AJ Resendiz. After a scorching weekend of steamy passion, Mia’s intention of getting out with her heart unscathed is challenged by the stud with the wicked sense of humor, especially when he wants to continue seeing her. But when the harsh reality of AJ’s hoard of female admirers sends her insecurities into overdrive, Mia bails, leaving him handcuffed to his bathroom shower.

AJ never imagined that after two weeks of the best sex and female companionship he’d ever experienced, he would need rescued by his band mates from his shower prison. Although he tries to forget the sensual brunette whose curves made his mouth water, AJ can’t get her out of his mind…or his heart. Months later when he finally seeks Mia for answers as to why she left, nothing could prepare him for their life-altering reunion.
Can AJ prove to Mia that regardless of the women after his body, his heart belongs only to her?
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This was a wonderful story with lots of steamy scenes, plenty of mushy ones, and two people that are totally made for each other. With a fantastic cast of characters and a great story line this book easily had my undivided attention from the very beginning.
Mia has a lot of emotional baggage but she has a great personality and when AJ says something cocky she fires right back with something to put him in his place. AJ is hot, funny, and a truly nice and genuine person. He is constantly there to help Mia with her self esteem issues and remind her just how great she is.They both had me cracking up several times during the book with their snarky comments back and forth to each other as well as when they are with friends. There was also plenty of hot moments between them. They were very likeable and I felt like they were very real while I was engrossed in their story.
The characters were all written well and I enjoyed how both AJ and Mia’s family interacted as well as the band was like a whole other family. The story was totally engrossing and time easily slipped by while I was glued to my tablet, eager to find out how their story turned out. Even after I finished the book,I found myself thinking about the story while doing other tasks. To me, that is the mark of a truly good book and I think it deserves a solid 5 out of 5 books. I can’t wait to read Rhys’ book!!
Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs and one outnumbered cat. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

She spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.


She also writes Young Adult fiction under the name Krista Ashe.


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MIA (Jenni Runk)
AJ (Assad Shalhoub)
Book 1 Runaway Train: Music of the Heart


As he moved, my eyes honed in on the flourishing movements of his hips. With his blazer off, I could see his back muscles flexing through his shirt. Moist heat burned between my legs at the way the rhythm moved so effortlessly through every inch of him. My mind couldn’t help wandering to what those hips and shoulders might feel like moving above me, my hands running up and down his corded back muscles as he thrust in and out of me….

AJ’s voice brought me out of my fantasy. “Got it?”


He laughed. “Come on, Mia. This is the easiest part I could show you without blowing your mind with the complications.”

“It wouldn’t take much.”

“Let’s try it together.” Once again, he took the remote out of his pocket. He scanned through several songs. When a sultry, Latin beat came from the speakers, he shoved the remote back into his pocket. He then slid his arm around my back while the other went to clasp my hand. He waited for the music to pick up at the right place.

“Slow. Quick, quick, slow,” he instructed, his breath fanning across my cheek.

While the rhythm rippled easily through AJ’s body, I wasn’t quite getting the upper body flow or the swishing of the hips.

“Keep your frame locked, don’t slouch.”

I rolled my eyes. “Jesus, I feel like I stepped into Dirty Dancing.”

AJ laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been likened to Patrick Swayze, but hey, I’ll take it. The man had some serious moves.”

When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I tensed up. “AJ, I can’t do this. I’m completely robotic compared to you!”

“No, you’re not.”

“I tried to tell you before that I just don’t have it in me.” I dropped my arms from his shoulder and started to stalk off, but AJ tightened his grip on my hand before whirling me back against him.

“Yes, you do have it in you, Mia. And I’m going to show you.” He turned me to face the mirror before sliding behind me. His hands came to rest on my shoulders. “First of all, you’re way too tense. You need to loosen up. You have to let the music flow through you.” His deft fingers began massaging my neck and shoulders. His dark eyes locked on mine. “That’s it. Let the tension go. It’s only you and me here. No one is judging you.”

“But you—”

He shook his head. “You’re the one doubting yourself, not me.”

AJ’s fingers slid down, teasing along my clavicle. I felt the muscles in my neck and shoulders go limp. My eyelids started fluttering closed as he continued massaging me. “Mia, when will you get it through your thick, stubborn, Sicilian skull that your body is made for dancing…and for fucking.”

I popped my eyes open to stare open mouthed at his reflection. He winked at me. “Now for the lower half.” His hands slid down the side of my body, slightly catching the sides of my breasts, before coming to grip my hips. His hands rose up and down on my flesh, causing my hips to roll forward and backward. “That’s right.”

When he eased up on his grip, I kept up the same pace of undulating my hips. “Very nice.” He met my gaze in the mirror and grinned. “See, you don’t suck.” Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he slid his hands slowly back up my torso. My breath hitched when they paused above my ribs to tease the underside of my boobs. Surveying my reaction, he then splayed out his fingers to fully cup my breasts.

I raised my brows at him. “And when did groping second base get added to the rumba?” I questioned breathlessly.

His head dipped to nuzzle my neck. “It’s all part of my rumba.”

“I see.”

“Do you like it?” he asked, as his thumb and forefinger pebbled my nipple under the dress’s fabric.

“It’s not bad.”

“Hmm, ‘not bad’? That’s not exactly good, is it? Guess I better work on my moves.” His right hand released my breast and trailed down my side before coming to rest between my legs. “Think I might be able to sell you on third base better?”

A shudder rippled over me as he cupped and stroked me over my dress. Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat of his fingers. “Pretty good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” When his hand left me, I moaned at the loss of sensation. In a flash, AJ was tugging at my hemline. My eyes widened when I watched his hand trail up my bare thigh.

Trying to steady my erratic heartbeat I sucked in a breath when his hand delved into my panties. “AJ—”

“Don’t fight it. Just feel.”

His fingers stroked my clit, causing me to whimper. My gaze darted over to the door, fearing that at any moment the instructor was going to walk in on us. As if he could read my mind, AJ said, “Don’t think about her. Just think about what my fingers feel like against your warm, wet pussy.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but AJ silenced me by sliding two fingers deep inside me. “Oh God,” I murmured. My eyes locked on AJ’s hooded gaze in the mirror. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t tear myself away from looking at what he was doing to me.

“Do you like watching me touch you?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“I like watching you react to me—the way your eyes widen, the way your chest rises and falls, the way your hips move.” He dipped his head to where his breath burned fiery against my ear. “I can’t wait until it’s my dick, not my fingers, that’s inside you.”

With my first male induced orgasm in six months within reach, I no longer cared that we were standing in a public place or that AJ had a thing for dirty talk unlike any of my other lovers. All I cared about in that moment was getting off. My arms went behind me to grasp onto his hips that were moving against my ass.

“Mmm, I’m close. Make me come, AJ,” I commanded.

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REVIEW TOUR: Trials by Sarah Biermann

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Title: Trials

Series: Rock Bottom, #2

Author: Sarah Biermann

Genre: New Adult Rocker Romance (18+)

My Rating: School School School School


“They think Jeremy murdered her.”

Drugs pushed them away…will murder bring them together?

Since losing the rock star love of her life, Harvard Law student Dylan Ackhart is doing the best she can to move on. Now in her third and final year, she’s doing well in school and just landed her dream internship in Boston’s District Attorney’s office. She keeps away from the news so she doesn’t hear about Jeremy Mason- about his frequent parties, new women, and apparent drug use.

But when the body of a young girl is found in his home, suddenly Dylan and Jeremy are thrust together in the most difficult and awkward of circumstances. Dylan is forced to choose between the only man she ever loved and the only dream she ever wanted. Will she leave everything behind and be with Jeremy? Or will Jeremy find himself in more trouble than she can help him out of?


I was hoping for another great book with this one and I wasn’t disappointed. The same passion and torment as Tracks but not quite as volatile. It still had plenty of drama and I was glued to my tablet just like I was with the first book.

Dylan seemed like she was lost and confused for a lot of this book and I got a little frustrated with her at times. Jeremy seemed to be doing better this time around and I really liked him in this book. They both grow a lot throughout the story and I felt like I was right there with them as they dealt with everything.

They characters and story were written just as well as Tracks. I felt immersed in the story from the very beginning and found it hard to walk away not knowing what was going to happen next. It drew me in until the very last sentence. Great job and a 4 out of 5 books!

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Sarah Biermann

Sarah Biermann, RN, BSN was born Wilmington, Delaware and grew up in Claymont. She attended Cab Calloway School of the Arts in Wilmington for high school, majoring in creative writing. She went on to Montgomery County Community College in Blue Bell, PA for her Associates Degree in Nursing. She recently graduated Drexel University with her BSN in nursing and is currently in their Masters program for nursing education. Sarah’s nursing specialty is in drugs and alcohol detox and rehab.

Sarah has been married to her husband, Jon, for 8 years. She has two beautiful daughters: Anna, age 7, and Quinn, age 2. They live in Lansdale, Pennsylvania.

She enjoys reading, singing, art, music, television, going to the movies, Hershey Park, and writing. “Tracks”- the first book in the “Rock Bottom” series- is her first book.

Sarah is currently working on the second book in the “Rock Bottom” series- titled “Trials”- coming soon.


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I finally reach his big, wooden door at the top of the steps. With my heart pounding, I reach quickly for the doorknob. I’m planning to just bust my way in there. But when I lay my hand on the knob, I pause. Because above the pounding in my ears I can hear guitar chords…a melody playing softly through the thick door. Not just any melody, but the most beautiful and heartbreaking melody I’ve ever heard. It’s a simple song, slow and beautiful, a ballad. The sound makes my heart hum and my mind clear. My blood pressure returns to normal again instantly.

The melody continues and it’s so beautiful that I’m compelled to stand in silence and listen. I desperately need to hear it more clearly. I’m scared to go in; afraid the melody will stop when he sees me. I carefully and quietly turn the doorknob, cracking the door just a slight bit. I stop breathing for a moment, praying he hasn’t noticed. When the melody continues, I put my ear up to the crack.

The song fills my head like a dream, each note breaking my heart with the emotion it coveys. Tears spring to my eyes, and I’m not even sure why other than that the haunting tune.

In my heart’s sequestered chambers lies truth stripped of poets gloss…” I hear Jeremy’s voice begin with the melody. His voice, yet not his voice. His voice because it’s still bluesy and rock and roll, but soft and extremely sad. Devastatingly sad. Beautiful…

“Words alone are vain and vacant and my heart is mute…” His voice breaks on the end of the sentence, but the song continues. “In response to aching silence memory summons half heard voices. And my soul finds primal eloquence and wraps me in song…” Tears fall down my cheeks, his singing changing and warming as if he is actually wrapping me in the music he plays. His voice becomes more beautiful as he continues, pained and tortured.

“Wraps me…in song…If you would comfort me, sing me a lullaby. If you would win my heart, sing me a love song. If you would mourn me and bring me to God, sing me a requiem. Sing me to heaven!” His voice crescendos as he sings the lyrics, ending in a wounded plea, as if he’s begging for relief from pain.

I’m sobbing loudly now, and I can’t wait anymore to be in his presence. I push the door open and see his shocked expression from the couch in the living room where he sits. He’s holding his glimmering silver guitar in his hand, and I spot where my name is written in green cursive along the bottom of it.

He looks surprised at first, his eyes wide and breathing rapid. We lock eyes with each other and tears roll down both our cheeks. His fingers move along the neck of the guitar again, not looking away from me. “Sing me a lullaby. A love song. A requiem. Love me, comfort me. Bring me to God.

I put a hand up to my mouth. He takes a shaky breath and continues. “Sing me a love song. Sing me to Heaven…” He finishes, the last note lingering in the air, soft and sweet and agonizing.

My knees give out under the weight of my stress and pain. My emotions have been all over the place. Here I was, coming to scream at him and tell him that I thought he was a piece of shit. Now I find myself sobbing on the floor of his apartment because of the crushing way that I love him. That I can’t live without him. That he needs to tell me it’s not true.


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REVIEW: Tracks by Sarah Biermann


Title: Tracks

Series: Rock Bottom, #1

Author: Sarah Biermann

Genre: New Adult Rocker Romance (18+)

My Rating: School School School School


When Harvard Law student, Dylan Ackhart, moves to Boston with her best friend- the last thing she expects to find is Jeremy Mason. Jeremy is sexy, smart, and passionate- and currently the most famous rock star in the world.

From the first moment Dylan meets Jeremy, she’s attracted to him. But she soon finds the fame and press can wear on you. Plus, Jeremy seems to be hiding things from her- including his relationship with the mysterious blue-haired girl.

Tracks takes you on a ride through the not so glamorous side of dating a rock star- sex, drugs, rock and roll.



In this fast paced book about opposites attracting, whirlwind romances, heartache, sex, drugs, personal healing, and rock & roll Sarah Biermann manages to write a book that is a definite page turner. I found myself reading into the wee hours of the morning, determined to find out what would happen next.

Dylan has some serious emotional scars from her parents but especially her mother. I liked how independent and driven she was in the beginning yet she was also very shy and inexperienced at the same time. In the last half, she became a bit clingy and almost seemed to hide her head in the sand about things which was annoying and caused me to yell at my tablet a few times. Jeremy is a musical savant, hot, and a bit cocky at times. Yet he is actually harboring a lot of his own emotional demons and uses not so great ways to hide from it. There were times I swooned over him and other times I wanted to smack him around a bit. Overall they were well written and I could easily empathize with some of their emotions.

The story is different (in a good way) from other rocker romance books and it keeps the reader on their toes. The book flowed smoothly from one scene to the next. Great story and I am glad Dylan and Jeremy’s story continues in the 2nd book. I’m giving this 4 out of 5 books.


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BLOG TOUR: Heaven Sent by Hilary Storm

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Title: Heaven Sent

Series: Rebel Walking, #2

Author: Hilary Storm

Genre: New Adult Rocker Romance (18+)

My Rating: School School School School School


The Rebel Walking Series continues with Taron and Ivy’s story, Heaven Sent. The explosive chemistry that these two share ignites a relationship of epic proportions.

He has been dubbed ‘the panty stealer’, but Taron Walker has his eyes set on the beautiful, full of life, Ivy Adams. Ivy doesn’t usually put up with the player type, yet there is something about Taron that has her intrigued. Taron must leave to go on tour with Rebel Walking and Ivy will be left to face serious struggles on her own. Will she reach out to Taron for help, or will she push him away? Can these two find happiness in each other’s arms, or will they tear each other’s world apart?



In some ways this book was more emotionally intense than In A Heartbeat. I think that is mainly because the main characters in this one have a bit more outgoing personalities (especially Taron) and aren’t used to being in a relationship. However, it was still a great story and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The characters and plot were woven together very nicely to create an enjoyable book.

Ivey is sassy and knows how to stand up to Taron’s constant innuendos and dish them right back. Taron is the hot womanizing lead singer of Rebel Walking who meets his match when Ivey struts into his life. I loved both of these characters just as much as Talon and Eaven. There are plenty of steamy scenes between them as well.

I really liked the great characters and an intriguing plotline full of rockers, struggle, and some suspense. I had a hard time putting it down and I am dying to read the next book in the series. Awesome job and 5 out of 5 books!


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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Enid, Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the Amazon Best Selling ‘Rebel Walking’ series. Book one: ‘In a Heartbeat’ was released June 2013, Book two: ‘Heaven Sent’ was just released in September 2013.

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Ivey Adams                                                Taron Walker (Lead Singer of Rebel Walking)


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It’s Been Awhile – Staind

Better Than Me – Hinder

Cold – Crossfade

Next Contestant – Nickelback

The Reason – Hoobastank

So Cold – Breaking Benjamin

Collide – Howie Day

Sorry – Buckcherry

Bother – Stone Sour

Breakdown – Seether

Stupid Girl – Cold

Addicted – Saving Abel

My Immortal – Evanescence

Here Without You – 3 Doors Down

Wonderwall – Oasis

Behind Blue Eyes – Limp Bizkit

Heartless – Hinder

Apologize – One Republic

With Arms Wide Open – Creed

18 Days – Saving Abel

45 – Shinedown

Fine Again – Seether


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He is everywhere.

In my thoughts.

In my dreams.

In my air.

I’m trying to fight my attraction to Taron, but my heart doesn’t seem to listen to my mind. I know it’s a disaster waiting to happen if I give in, yet I still keep thinking of the possibilities.

He has a past. So do I.

He loves to flirt. So do I.

He will be leaving to go on tour tomorrow. I won’t.

He was there for me when I thought I lost my best friend. The title ‘best friend’ doesn’t really do what we have justice. Eaven is my sister. We may come from different blood, but in all aspects that count we are family. A couple of months ago Eaven was kidnapped and driven into the river by her boyfriend’s ex. Taron never left my side the entire time we were searching for her or when she was recovering in the hospital. He has been to my apartment to check on me daily since Eaven has been staying with Talon to recover.

Don’t get me wrong. He has continuously made advances toward me since we found out Eaven was going to be ok. He flirts non-stop, but I’m a girl who likes all of that attention. I just don’t want to share my attention with other girls.

I have to decide if I can handle sharing him before I give myself to him completely. After all he is the lead singer in the band ‘Rebel Walking’. They are going to be gone more on tour now. This will be their second time to go on tour with main stream bands. They were such a huge success the first time, they were chosen to be the opening band at every single one of ‘Beckoning Reality’s‘ concerts. I heard all of the details from Taron when he called to check on me while he was away on the first tour.

I’ve managed to fight him off until this point, but I’m sure since he leaves in the morning, he will be trying extra hard tonight to get me to cave.

Smitty has kicked off a celebration to send the band off in style. It looks like everyone has shown up to see the band one last time. This place is packed.

Eaven and I went shopping for new outfits this week. She wants to look exceptional tonight since she is sending her fiancé off for four weeks. She is just recently engaged to Talon and they are perfect for each other. I am so excited that she found someone who makes her happy and treats her right. He just happens to look identical to the guy that I am fighting myself to not like. Talon and Taron Walker are identical twins. The story of the two sisters falling in love with twin bad boys is one that never comes true.

I look over and see Taron at the band’s reserved table talking to his twin. My eyes shift to his broad shoulders and the dark, tight shirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I’ve been in his arms a few times and I know that his chest and stomach are sculpted and just as defined as the shirt makes it appear. He has dark hair, almost black. He wears it messy so that it looks like he just got out of bed. The look really works for him. I know that he does put effort into his hair because I have been stuck waiting on him to get ready.

He jumps up to pester his older brother Holden and I begin to appreciate the view of his ass in those jeans. His jeans hang just right, just the way I love to see. I’ve never let him know that I appreciate how he looks. He would never let me live it down if I did.

Eaven leaves me to make her way to Talon. I see Taron begin to search the room as soon as he sees her arrive. He spots me and starts to look me up and down. His eyes never leave me as he stalks across the room.

“Poison Ivy! It is such a pleasure to see you out for the kill tonight.” He takes his index finger and runs it down my chest and into the valley of my cleavage causing my shirt to lower. He stops just before he exposes me.

“Do you want to lose that finger?” I really want him to continue, but I would never tell him that.

“I would love for you to take my entire finger.” He removes his digit from my chest and I know his meaning behind his reply. He has never been shy about his sexual desire with me.

“In your dreams.” I turn away from him to begin my walk to the table. He stops me after only a few steps. He grabs my hips and holds me against him. I can feel him invading my space again. He is consuming all of my senses. He leans down to whisper in my ear.

“Yea that pretty much sums it up.”

My body heats up as his breath blows past my ear. The sensation sends a shiver through my body and heat straight to my core. He holds me so close that I can feel how much he wants me as it presses into my backside.

“When are you going to quit playing hard to get? You know we will be hot together. You know you want what only I can give you.” He begins to sway back and forth with the music.

I want what he is offering me so much. I want to let go and ride the roller coaster that is Taron. I know there will be ups and downs. I just don’t know if I can hang on until the end and exit the ride safely. I don’t know if he will break my heart.

Usually I don’t let myself get attached to a guy. We have fun and then say our goodbyes. Taron managed to work his way into my life in a way that we are so beyond a simple affair without strings. I just don’t know if he is capable of what I want.

I want him. All of him. To myself. No sharing.

“I don’t want to share,” I say through the lump in my throat.

“I don’t have any intentions of sharing you.” He flips me around to face him. He guides my arms over his shoulders and slowly drags his hands back down my arms, down my sides, and then around my waist. He flattens both of his hands out on my butt cheeks and presses me further into him. We continue to sway with the music.

I look into his eyes. I can see desire. I can see the same heat that I feel. I decide to give in. I pull him down to meet my lips. He doesn’t waste any time joining my tongue. I know he is a great kisser. We have already established the hot chemistry between us once before. He continues to press himself into me and the pressure makes me crave more of him.

“Spend the night with me.” He is begging me through the tone of his voice.

I bow my head in thought and he kisses my forehead. He uses his large hands to guide my head back up to look at him. He closes his eyes as he nears me and begins to softly kiss my lips. This gentle side of him is my undoing.

“My place isn’t as crowded. I’m pretty sure you won’t want your brothers to hear what I have planned for you.” I nibble on his bottom lip as I pull away from his lips.

“Fuuuuccckk Me.” He has a huge smile on his face.

“I have to sing a few songs and then you are mine.” He holds me tight until the rest of the band has taken the stage. When Talon and Luke start to play, he finally releases me. “Don’t go anywhere. I want to watch you while I am on stage.”

I stay exactly where he leaves me. I enjoy the songs so much more this time. It seems like he is singing them directly to me. His eyes are intense and he never really looks anywhere but at me. The crowd is still going wild trying to get his attention. Panties and bras are thrown up at him, but he never averts his attention away from me.

I feel someone up against my back and I turn to see who is standing this close to me. It’s Dylan. His job relocated him a couple of months back. We went out a couple of times, but we weren’t exclusive.

“Hey Dylan.” I smile at him and place my hand on his arm stepping sideways just a little to give myself some room.

“Ivy. How is my girl?” The way he just said my girl irritates me. He grips my arm very tightly and I yank it from his grip. What the hell is his problem?

“I am not anyone’s girl.”

Aiden is next to me in a matter of seconds. Aiden and I have been friends since we met. In the beginning he wanted to be more than friends. I think he finally realized that my feelings for Taron are much deeper than I let on and he backed off. He started dating another girl, but we still talk daily. We sometimes meet for dinner or drinks when he has time. He is pure country. He is pure country cowboy with a perfect gentleman demeanor.

“Get your hands off of Ivy.” Aiden is in Dylan’s face the instant he can be.

“You got a problem, cowboy?” Dylan pushes Aiden back.

“Lay a hand on a girl and you are the one with a big problem. It will be the last time you use your hands.” Aiden is dead serious with his threat. “Let’s take this outside.” The cowboys surround Dylan.

Taron busts through the crowd that has surrounded us. He slams into Dylan’s chest with the rage of a fighter. His force slams Dylan to the ground. Taron has his arm pressing into Dylan’s throat causing him to gasp for air.

“You touch her again, motherfucker, and I will personally make sure that you never live to see tomorrow.” It takes four guys to pull Taron off of Dylan. The cowboys escort Dylan out of the bar and Taron is outraged.

“What the fuck!” He begins to yell in anger.

“Chill out brother.” Talon attempts to calm his twin down.

“What did he say to you? Why is he grabbing you like that? Why is cowboy saving the fucking day?” He is full of questions that I don’t know the answer to.

“He just grabbed my arm tightly and asked how his girl was doing. I told him that I am not anyone’s girl and then Aiden was there. Calm down, please.” I’m starting to feel the stress of him being this angry. My childhood was spent with different men beating on my mother every day. They used to talk to her and look at her like he is talking to me right now. I don’t think he would ever hit me, but his rage is causing old memories to surface that I am not ready to deal with right now.

“Aiden saves the motherfucking day. Doesn’t he?” He is angry with me. Why is he so pissed at me?

“Aiden is just a friend. What is your problem?” I grab him by the collar of his t-shirt and pull his face to mine. “Jealous much?”

“No one should be touching you like that.”

“I agree and it has been handled. Please don’t ruin tonight for us.” I beg him as I hold him an inch from my face trying to get him to focus on me. He finally calms down just as Smitty shows up to see what is going on. I’m thankful that Smitty loves these guys. I’m positive that all of our asses would have been tossed if they weren’t the band that fills this bar every time they schedule.

“I’m done tonight. The show is over.” Taron begins to yell at everyone that is surrounding us. The DJ starts to play some music and the crowd finally moves away.

“I’m ready to break out of here.” He looks frustrated as he looks at me over his shoulder. He has a hold of my hand and our arms are extended between us since I haven’t moved. I see Eaven looking at us with a smile on her face.

I decide to walk in her direction and Taron follows staying attached to my hand. “We’re going to head out.” She knows what we’re leaving to do. She knows me better than I know myself sometimes. She leans over to hug me and manages to whisper in my ear so that Taron can’t hear.

“Be careful my friend.” Then she leans into a hug with him. She whispers something in his ear that I can’t hear.


“Hurt her, and I will kill you.” Eaven’s threat is heard loud and clear. I have witnessed the bond that these two share, and I know they will always protect each other. My future sister-in-law is a feisty survivor and I don’t plan to cross her. She has proven that she will fight for those she loves.

It takes entirely too long to exit the club. People are everywhere and every time I turn around some girl from one of my past hookups is lingering in my view waiting for the opportunity to ‘meet’ up with me. I know Ivy can sense what these girls are after because she gets defensive before we get out the door.

“Jealous much?” I decide the best way to approach this is to be playful and throw her words right back at her.

“Um…. No. Like I have always said, if you want ‘cock rot’ feel free to play the field, just don’t expect me to hang around.” She is extremely sassy with that fucking mouth of hers. It is what I love and hate so much about her equally. She is a breath of fresh air compared to all of the groupies that I am flooded with constantly.

I have been holding out for Ivy since we started spending so much time together after Eaven’s accident. “There’s no ‘cock rot’ here. My dick may fall off from lack of use lately, but I know that I’m clean. I always wrap it and I get tested regularly.”

I have to protect myself from the lot lizards of the concert scene. They will agree with everything I say or want to do. It’s like they are spineless females that expect me to give them a great fuck and then they know the drill. They head out. I may hit four girls in the same night if I start at the club.

I haven’t had any interest in any of them lately. Been there, fucked that.

There is a sexy brunette that has had all of my attention. I love a challenge. She acts like she isn’t interested in me, but I know that if she has a taste, she will love it. I can’t wait to see if that sassy mouth is just as feisty in the bedroom. If it is, I may not be able to stand it.


HS Teaser #6

BLOG TOUR: Who We Are by Shanora Williams

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Title: Who We Are

Series: FireNine, #2

Author: Shanora Williams (S.Q. Williams)

Genre: New Adult Rocker Romance (18+)

My Rating: School School School School School


“I thought I had gone through something much worse. I thought the abuse and pain from my mom and step-dad was bad, but this? This heartache? This pain? This depression? This gut-wrenching, heartbreaking moment? This knotted up feeling in my gut, the tightness in my throat, the ache in my chest? It was slowly but surely killing me.”

Eight months.

That’s how long it’s been since Eliza last saw Gage and they both feel as if they don’t deserve one another’s forgiveness. He screwed up. She walked away without looking back. They’ll try and make up all the time they’ve lost with one another, that is until they’re facing the choices of either going their separate ways, or hanging on and fighting for dear life.
The fights will be endless. They heartache will be real. The demons will return, and they won’t back down without a fight.

There are some who will do anything to keep true love apart, and those same people will dig deep into their demonic ways until Eliza and Gage are literally no more.

Can Eliza and Gage overcome it all? Will they be able to face the true demons that are seeking to destroy them? Or will they just forget about everything they’ve worked so hard for and go their separate ways?

Sometimes you have to go through struggles in order to reach an ultimate point of peace… but will their struggle be worth it?




*fans self*

This book was all over the emotion spectrum and the hotness is just as steamy as in Who He Is. I was chewing on my lip the whole time, anxious to find out what would happen next. The same excellent characters, a fantastic plot, and well written scenes make up another excellent book by Shanora Williams.

As much as Eliza and Gage yank each other back and forth, it is obvious that the love is still there and burning as bright as ever. Emotions are on a HUGE roller coaster in this conclusion to to their story but it was well worth it. They both do a lot of growing and maturing this time but I still wanted to smack Gage around a few times for being an idiot. The hot and sexy scenes are plentiful and they do not disappoint.

The plot was excellent and the scenes were very well written. I could not put this book down and I now have a huge book hangover but it was so, so worth it. I can’t wait to read the rest of FireNine’s members’ stories in the upcoming books. This gets a fantastic 5 out of 5 books!



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Author Info


Shanora Williams was born and raised in Matthews, North Carolina. She’s the author of the New Adult series, OBTAINED and the Best Selling New Adult novel, Hard to Resist. Her upcoming mature New-Adult/Adult novel, Who He Is, will be released in July of 2013.

When she’s not writing, she’s happily reading or watching cartoons like the big kid she is. She has a wonderful family that you will hear her brag and talk about all of the time. Whenever she just wants to get away from the words for a while, she’ll spend some time with her loved ones, eat gummy bears, or drown in Coca-Cola and anything else caffeinated.

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Who’s Who

Eliza        Gage

Elisa Smith (Heroine)             Gage Grendel (Lead Singer)


Deed            Roy

Dedrick ‘Deed’ Parsley (Drummer)                Roy Sykes (Lead Guitarist)



Montana Delray (Bassist)


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Who We Are-SQ Williams FULL WRAP



As soon as I arrived at my temporary apartment, I dropped my keys on the counter, blared some Laura Welsh on the stereo, and then trudged for the shower. The water was soothing. I didn’t want to step out of the steam, especially as I was bombarded with memories.

Gage and me on the FireNine tour bus. Gage kissing me, licking me, soiling me with his fervent kisses. I quivered, running a finger across my lips, remembering the kiss we shared when he stayed the night at Ben’s a few days ago. The passion I felt, the power. It was so much, yet I couldn’t get enough. My lips were still tingling from it… from how much I missed it. How much I missed him.

Soon, the water chilled against my skin and I shut it off, ran a towel over my damp hair, and grabbed an extra towel to wrap around my wet skin. I brushed my teeth, cleared my face with handful of cool water, and then headed for my bedroom.

Laura Welsh sang about hollow drums and it was like she spoke to me—like she reminded me of how much I actually missed Gage. How hollow and empty I felt without him while I was in school and even now. In school it was worse. Every little thing reminded me of him. Every couple that walked by hand in hand reminded me of him. All the girls who were smiling up at their boyfriends lovingly, clinging to their sides, holding them like they never wanted to let go… it all reminded me of him. I couldn’t stand it… but I missed it. I rolled my eyes, trying to rid my mind of him, but it was nearly impossible.

Even as I changed into a pair of running shorts and a tank top and dropped the towel from my hair, I still thought about him. Even as I poured myself a bowl of cereal and ate it to the heartfelt music, I still thought about him. Even as I lounged flat on my back on the sofa, my hand on my forehead, staring at the dots on the ceiling, I still thought about him.

About his eyes, his full, pink lips that always sent a bolt of electricity coursing through me whenever connected with mine. His hard, rippled body, the perfect sleeve of ink on his forearms, broad chest, ribs, and even his back.

The ceiling seemed to spin above me as the music filled me, and then I felt the rims of my eyes pricking, begging for the pooling tears to be shed. I couldn’t believe it. I missed everything about him. I fucking missed him. Entirely too much.

There was a knock on the door and I perked up, back stiff, staring ahead. They knocked again and I swiped at my tears, confused. Who could be at my door this late? I cautiously made my way to the entrance, my heart pounding, my steps soft, making sure I didn’t cross any weak spots to make the floor creak.

I took a peek out of the peephole and made out a tousled mess of silky, dark-brown hair and broad shoulders. His head was ducked down, hiding his face, but I knew exactly who it was and I stifled a gasp.

My mind then went into gear. Should I let him in? Should I shoo him away? Should I blast him and beg him to just leave me alone?

In the end, I knew I couldn’t do any of those, no matter how upset I may have been with him. I did love him, after all.

I cracked open the door and he jerked away from the doorframe, taking a quick step back, his hazel eyes meeting mine. “Gage?”

“Eliza,” he whispered. His eyes were tired, restless. His lips were strained, as if he wanted to say something else, but then they relaxed and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Why are you here?” I asked, opening the door wider. He pressed the palm of his hand on the door and stepped past me, his heavy cologne filling my lungs. It mixed with the light, airy scent of water, as if he’d purposely walked in the drizzle. I could imagine him pacing back and forth in front of the apartment building, debating on whether he should come up or not. “Better yet,” I said, “how did you know where this apartment was?” I locked the door before looking at him.

“Frank told me,” he sighed out. “Look… I can’t do this,” he said, running another rigid hand through his hair. A few pieces fell onto his forehead, proving he would need a haircut in maybe three days tops. His eyes saddened and filled with guilt and I narrowed mine, tilting my head.

“Do what?” I asked, stepping up.

“This… I can’t be angry anymore. I can’t act like I don’t fucking care. I want—” His sentence broke and his gaze lowered to the floor. Good thing the music was playing, filling the silence, because I wasn’t sure of what to say, but I knew what he was getting at. “I wasn’t supposed to come here. I wasn’t supposed to see you. I was supposed to fight myself from getting close to you again—for your sake—but… I can’t. I can’t fight it. It’s so fucking hard to stay away from you, Eliza.”


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