Friday, April 25, 2014

Convincing Constance by Tabatha Vargo Release Day Blitz

Convincing Constance
Tabatha Vargo
Release Day Blitz


Excerpt:

Turned out Gary Steele from Music Line did have a job for me. I almost lost my shit when he said Blow Hole was looking for a replacement guitarist to finish their tour with them. Fucking Blow Hole! As in some of my favorite music to play.
I knew the chords to their songs better than any other band. I liked their sound and I’d always been able to pick up their pace right away. I could hardly believe my luck. So when he told me they wanted me to come to their condo in Los Angeles to audition, I was all over that shit.
I called Shay to bring me some gas money, told her why I needed it, listened to her scream on the other line, and then I drove entirely too fast to the address Gary gave me. I pulled up around the corner and changed my clothes in the backseat of my car before going inside the massive building the boys lived in.
When I finally made it to the top floor, I stood in front of the door and convinced myself that ringing the doorbell was the best thing I could do no matter how badly my nerves were jumping around. I’d never auditioned before since I’d never played for any other reason than I loved it, and I couldn’t lie. I was scared.
When I finally worked up the nerve, I reached out and rang the doorbell. I stood there waiting for someone to answer the door, but no one came. I rang the bell once more, and the door opened quickly.
“Can I help you?” It was Finn, the lead singer.
Everyone who loved music knew who Finn was. His voice was soulful. When he sang, he put so much emotion behind it you could almost believe he was living his lyrics. He was raspy and deep, and I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive.
He was taller in person, and honestly, I expected more muscles, but that didn’t take away from his eyes or those lips that girls seemed to get wet over. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. A black shirt with cut-off sleeves covered his chest yet revealed his tatted arms, and a pair of drawstring sweats hung from his hips with loose ties that brought my eyes to his crotch.
Quickly, I looked back up at him and my cheeks turned red when his expression told me he’d caught me looking. Turning away, I adjusted my guitar case and shook the thoughts from my head. I wasn’t one to get star struck… ever, but Finn was the real deal.
Looking back up at him, the question in his eyes told me I needed to speak or he was going to close the door in my face.
“I’m here for the audition.” My voice cracked and I wanted to slap myself.
I needed to snap out of it.
I adjusted the guitar strap on my shoulder to show him I wasn’t messing around.
“You’re kidding, right?” His right brow popped up in challenge.
I didn’t have time for the whole females can’t play bullshit I knew was coming. So I went in for the kill.
“Do I look like I’m kidding? Is the word jokester tattooed across my forehead? Yes, I’m a chick. I have tits and a clit, but I have bigger balls than any man you know, and I can play the fuck out of a guitar. Now are you going to keep wasting my time, or are you going to invite me in to play?”
His mouth popped open in a wide, shocked smile. Then he chuckled to himself and stepped aside.
“Then by all means, come in.”
The space was sleek and clean considering it was the home of a bunch of rockers. Abstract red-and-black paintings of different instruments covered white walls, and the place smelled like pot and beer.
The place was huge. I followed behind Finn through three sets of doors until we were in a sitting room, and then I set my guitar case on the counter that split the living room from the kitchen.
 A white, leather sectional filled the room. Eyes stared back at me as I entered behind Finn and instantly I recognized the drummer, Chet, and the bass player, Tiny. Finn left the room, leaving me in a silent uncomfortable moment.
Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, I kept my bitch face on. Chet grinned at me from across the room and nodded at me as he licked his lips. His tongue piercing clicked against his teeth. He was the colorful one of the group. Tattoos and piercings everywhere. I did, however, seriously dig his fauxhawk.
I’d been looking at him too long, and he was enjoying the attention. He was definitely the playboy of the group. I’d heard the rumors about him and how he stuck his cock in anything wet. I rolled my eyes and turned my head, and then my eyes connected with the bass player’s.
Tiny’s name was a joke considering there was nothing small about the man. He was huge. His thick tattooed arms were crossed. A look of absolutely no tolerance was plastered on his face. Quiet and mysterious was his game. Every band had one, and I usually dealt best with them, but something about the way he looked at me made me feel nervous.
His dark-brown hair was buzzed short and faded into a set a sideburns that melted into his light mustache and goatee. My eyes shifted to his lips and again, I wanted to slap myself. It was unlike me to even notice the things I’d noticed since I stepped into the den of sin, also known as the home of Blow Hole, and I wasn’t about to let the disgusting pheromones that lingered in the air get to me.
Tiny’s dark, angry eyes dug into mine and I suddenly felt exposed. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair to make sure I had no strays poking out, and then I turned away from him. Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze in the side of my face. I didn’t like it.
Just when I was close to telling him off, Finn came back into the room and crashed onto the couch. Behind him, Zeke, the lead guitarist, came limping in. A cast covered his picking hand and instantly I felt for him. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not be able to play. He looked at me in confusion as he sat down.
As far as I was concerned, Zeke was one of the best guitarists I’d ever heard. His technique was unusual, but the sounds that came from his strings were amazing. I’d practiced his sound since the first time I’d heard them play on the radio. I’d once see them from afar in concert at a bar in Los Angeles, but the boys were playing bigger venues these days.
“So where’s the replacement guitarist? Zeke asked in aggravation.
The room filled with laughter like I was a joke, and it pissed me off. I stood and crossed my arms to show them I wasn’t dicking around.
“That would be me,” I said sternly.
Zeke looked me up and down without a drop of sexual awareness in his gaze, and I appreciated the fact that he was simply sizing me up, not checking me out. It probably had something to do with the petite blond that had followed him into the room.
“Is that so?” he asked.
He was acting cocky, and honestly, he had every right to be.
“Yep. Want me to play or what?” I asked.
Everything depended on this job and while I knew some would call me stupid for being such a bitch, I knew the boys would appreciate it. I’d been a part of their world before. I knew all about the girls that chased rockers around with their legs open. I was sure it was refreshing to have a woman in their presence who didn’t drool all over them. I’d definitely checked them out, but I wasn’t the drooling type. Not to mention, I knew band boys weren’t for me—at all.
Zeke looked around the room at the rest of the guys. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked.
Again, the boys burst out in laughter, which did nothing but make me madder.
“It’s not a fucking joke. Quit being a chauvinistic asshole. Either you want me to fucking play or not. Say something and quit wasting my goddamn time,” I snapped.
His stern expression cracked into an appreciative smile. “Then play,” he said with a careless shrug.
Stepping over to my guitar case, I flipped it open and pulled out my baby. It was a candy apple-red Les Paul from my dad. I barely played it, but I thought of this audition as a special occasion. The boys of Blow Hole didn’t need to see my normal guitar.
I strapped it on, took a deep breath, and began to play. My fingers dug into the strings and I closed my eyes and let go of everything. Rips and grinds filled the condo, bouncing off the walls and shaking the windows. I mimicked Zeke’s playing perfectly. I even ripped through his unique chords that other guitarist seemed to have a hard time with.
I played an entire song and no one stopped me. When I was done, I unhooked my strap and set my guitar back in its case. The room around me was silent, and when I looked up, looks of shock stared back at me.
The only girl in the room, the tiny blonde with ice-blue eyes, began to clap.
“That was amazing!” she said with a smile.
I nodded at her compliment and turned my attention back to Zeke. He stared at me with angry eyes. That was his thing. I don’t think I’d ever seen a real smile from him ever.
“What did you say your name was again?” he asked.
“I didn’t. No one bothered to ask. My name’s Constance,” I responded.
He looked around the room and then back at me. The side of his mouth lifted in an almost grin. “Well, Constance, welcome to Blow Hole.”






Blow Hole Lyrics
“The Addict”
The addiction you bring
It’s more than I can stand
Feeling your soulful depth
Why can’t you understand?
Bound by sick desires
Reaching for your sin
Body breathing fire
And I can’t let you in
Chorus:
Drugs don’t fail me now
For she’s forever gone
Despising all her strength
Against all that I’ve done wrong
Numb my aching heart
I’ll never be brand new
Finding who I am
In the high that comes from you
I’m addicted to your smile
Withdrawals and frowns are me
Knocked down and I am vile
While you’re forever free
Needing you right here
Jonesing for a dose
Panic turns to fear
Longing for your ghost
Chorus:
Drugs don’t fail me now
For she’s forever gone
Despising her strength
Against all that I’ve done wrong
Numb my aching heart
I’ll never be brand new
Finding who I am
In the high that comes from you




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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Georgette's Weekly Reviews 04-17 to 04-23

Georgette’s Weekly Reviews

Hey all, I came to you last week with the books I’ve read and caught you up on my reviews.  I’ve decided to try and go back to completing this weekly…let’s hope I can keep it up for you!!

When I left you off, I was in the middle of reading Smitten by Lacey Weatherford.  Well, since then, I’ve completed 5 more books.  I’ve slowed down a lot since last year and am trying not to read as fast as I did last year.  I want more time to sit and appreciate the little things!

Well, that’s enough of this nonsense, you want to read my reviews, not crazy stuff!


April 16th – Smitten by Lacey Weatherford
This book starts off right where Crush left off.  Cami and Dylan have moved on and now Cami is a college student.  Dylan is unfortunately pulled into another undercover case and has to leave Cami behind.  Well, turns out things don’t happen that way.  Cami winds up getting right in the middle of Dylan’s case because the two of them refused to follow orders and could not help but see one another.  Ripper is straight evil! But it gets worse than that.  A person they thought they could trust turns their back on them in the end. 
This book was really good.  I don’t think there is a series where Lacey doesn’t make you cry!! She just wants to make sure you feel every emotion!
I’m giving this book 4 stars and definitely recommend this series.

April 17th – Love by Lacey Weatherford


So, I waited for all the book in this series to come out before I read them and I was definitely not disappointed!!
Just when you think all of the drama surrounding Cami and Dylan is gone, you’ve been mistaken! Dylan gives up what he loves to make a happy home for Cami but troubles of the past come back and haunt them. 
This book, Lacey really made you feel the emotions.  I bawled like a baby in some parts! That is a true gift that this author has!
I gave this book 4 stars and again, please read this series people!! It’s amazing!!!

April 19th – Bad Things by RK Lilley

Danika and Tristan…ugh! I don’t know how to explain some of the emotions I felt reading these books.  Both of these characters had so much going on in their lives.  Danika is a strong female lead that somehow was weakened.  She took on a scene just to make a man happy.  I don’t know how I feel about that.  In the end, things went from bad to worse and there were times I wanted to smack the hell out of both of them and tell them to grow up! HA!
I gave this book 4 stars and do recommend reading it.

April 20th – Rock Bottom by RK Lilley

OMG!!! This book pissed me off more than you could imagine!! They took the characters and made them into people I truly disliked.  Danika turned into a weak girl and Tristan turned into one of the biggest assholes I have ever read!  This story was a disaster for me!
I gave this book 3 stars because although I don’t like what the author did with the characters, there was a solid storyline that leads into the next book.  You have to read this book in the series to understand what comes next.

April 21st – Lovely Trigger by RK Lilley

There was so many reasons that I did not want to read this book and finish this series.  The last book had destroyed any feelings I had for these characters.  Danika who was once a strong woman was turned weak! It killed me.  Tristan who was strong and faithful turned into a real bastard who I couldn’t stand!
Danika and Tristan getting to know each other all over again was quite the feat.  I don’t know if I were in Danika’s shoes I would’ve wanted to be anywhere near him either.
Tristan did redeem himself a bit in this last chapter of their lives.  He proved he could be strong and fight his demons.  He showed he was willing to do anything to prove his love to Danika.
I gave this book 4 stars.
This series was a very difficult one to get through emotionally.  But the way the authors kept you wanting to keep reading is what really got me.  I really hope everyone enjoys this series!

April 23rd – Veiled Innocence by Ella Frank

This book had me feeling many different emotions.  Addison  needed someone strong on her side.  Someone who helped her feel and not pitied her.  She found that in such an unlikely source that most would see as immoral.  But who are we as people to decide truly what is right and wrong?
Grayson was a strong male character that tried so hard to do the right thing.  But again, who is to truly judge what is right and wrong when it comes to matters of the heart?
I really enjoyed this book.  It kept me on the edge of my chair reading.  There was a lot of mystery mixed in with the romance of the story.  You feel many different emotions in this book.  I have to admit a lot of the emotion I felt was anger.  I didn’t like the way people in Addison’s life treated her.  I didn’t like her parents at all, I especially didn’t like the boyfriend Brandon.
This book is not for everyone, I admit that up front.  A lot of people will see an issue in some of the material and the storyline.  I really wish everyone would just give it a chance though.  This is a really great book and the story is amazing!
I am giving this book 4.5 stars and hope that you pick it up and read it yourself!

Well, that’s all the reviews I have for you folks!
I am currently reading Phenomenal X by Michelle Valentine and I can tell you it’s really pretty good so far! I love Michelle’s previous works so I’m sure I will love this as well. 
I will be in Cleveland this weekend at the Cleveland Author Event and hope to be able to post some pretty great photos!

Take care bitches!! Come back next week to see what I’ve read and what I recommend!

Veiled Innocence by Ella Frank Blog Tour Review and Giveaway

Blog tour
Veiled innocence
Ella frank


Synopsis:
Tick, tick, tock.
Time.
That’s all I have now.
A small room, a photograph, and time.
They want me to trust them and confess my sins.
They told me they wouldn't judge me—they lied.
I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime.
We were wrong.
Time doesn't stand still.
The clock keeps ticking, the world is unconvinced, and now…
Now he is gone.
Warning: adult themes/explicit sex scenes

Excerpt:
Veiled Innocence by Ella Frank
Mr. McKendrick’s POV
Copyright © 2014 by Ella Frank

I couldn’t believe she’d followed me home.
I was sitting in my truck with my hands wrapped around the steering wheel. I could see her in the rearview mirror, and my heart pounded in my chest as I thought about my next move.
I’d purposely waited to leave until she had gone home. It had been quite the wait, but I couldn’t afford to put myself within close quarters of this girl.
She was undisciplined and clearly had never heard the word no in her life. She wanted things she couldn’t have, and I needed to make that much clearer than in our previous conversations.
I could see the hood of her car peeking out from behind one of the neighbor’s hedges and wished I could forget she was there, but this time she had crossed too many lines. She needed to know that this behavior could not continue.
Pushing open my truck door, I climbed out and locked it before walking down the drive. I strode purposefully along the sidewalk and tried to think of exactly what I was going to say to this student of mine.
Please stop following me? Please stop hitting on me?
They both sounded ridiculous, and I realized that at this point the word please needed to be thrown right out the fucking window.
Polite wasn’t going to work with Addison Lancaster. It was time to get serious, maybe even mean, because this girl had the ability to destroy me.


Excerpt 2:
Veiled Innocence by Ella Frank
Addison Lancaster’s POV
Copyright © 2014 by Ella Frank

I’d waited until he got out of the truck before approaching. I didn’t want his escape to be as easy as driving away. Standing in the small stone alcove of the gate, I knew it would be best to wait until he stepped away from the lit area. That way, any cars driving by wouldn’t be able to see us.
I wanted no excuses, no reason for him to worry, but I could see my silence had caused just as much concern as my presence would have. He turned to me, and I finally took a moment to really look at him the way I wanted to.
His hair was still pulled back but several pieces had now escaped and been pushed behind his ears. The darker stubble lining his square jaw made my fingers tingle with the need to touch.
“Oh, thank God,” he whispered, sounding relieved.
I thought he would move away from me once he knew I was safe. Instead, he reached out and squeezed my shoulder.
“I thought something had happened to you.”
I don’t think he realized that he was slowly massaging me.
“Jesus, don’t do that again. Okay?”
Taking another step closer, I agreed quietly. “Okay.”
He licked his lips and removed his hands, and I saw in his eyes the minute he decided it was time for some distance.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked. His casual black sports jacket shifted with the breeze, and all of a sudden I couldn’t remember why I was there. All I knew was that I wanted to touch him.
“Addison?”
His voice had the ability to make all of the noise inside my head cease.
Blinking up at him, I finally answered, “Yes?”
“What are you doing out here?”
Moving in so my jacket brushed the front of his, I finally reached to touch him, but he grabbed my wrist, holding it away.
“No,” he told me, and his voice was so stern I probably should have heeded the warning…but I didn’t.
“No?”
His head bent down, and when his face was a hairsbreadth from my own, he repeated, “No. Tell me why you’re here.”
His breath was warm as it ghosted over my lips, and I couldn’t help but part my own, hoping by some miracle I could taste him on my tongue.
“Why are you here? That’s a better question, don’t you think?”
“I know better than this.”
I reached up needing to touch him, but he took that hand too, holding them both prisoner. Being held in place with nowhere to go elicited a hunger in me that I didn’t yet understand. “Know better than what?”
“Than to be here.”
“Then go,” I offered.
That was all it took. He spun me around, backed me up against the truck, and had my arms pinned by my head so fast I lost my breath. Leaning in beside me until his mouth was by my ear, he rasped in an unsteady voice, “I can’t.”
I turned my head to face him and saw all of his turmoil, and finally, the full impact of his desire. “Then don’t.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Life is full of ironies, because with him, I’d never felt more alive.

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Georgette’s Review:
This book had me feeling many different emotions.  Addison  needed someone strong on her side.  Someone who helped her feel and not pitied her.  She found that in such an unlikely source that most would see as immoral.  But who are we as people to decide truly what is right and wrong?
Grayson was a strong male character that tried so hard to do the right thing.  But again, who is to truly judge what is right and wrong when it comes to matters of the heart?
I really enjoyed this book.  It kept me on the edge of my chair reading.  There was a lot of mystery mixed in with the romance of the story.  You feel many different emotions in this book.  I have to admit a lot of the emotion I felt was anger.  I didn’t like the way people in Addison’s life treated her.  I didn’t like her parents at all, I especially didn’t like the boyfriend Brandon. 
This book is not for everyone, I admit that up front.  A lot of people will see an issue in some of the material and the storyline.  I really wish everyone would just give it a chance though.  This is a really great book and the story is amazing!
I am giving this book 4.5 stars and hope that you pick it up and read it yourself!

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2 Signed Copies of Veiled Innocence

5 Ella Frank eBooks  (Winner’s Choice)