RELEASE DAY ~ THE NET BY MISSY LEIGH

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RELEASE DATE 3/15/14

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Rated M for Mature
Due to strong language and sexual content, this material is not suitable for readers under 18+
M/F, F/F, M/F/F, Bondage
Divorced, unemployed and on the verge of bankruptcy, Megan Matthews is desperate for quick cash. When a friend suggests the world of video sex chat, Megan is forced to decide. Can she trade gracious, country club conversations for raunchy innuendos and vulgar requests?
When you’ve spent your entire life playing by the rules, breaking them can be sinfully delicious.

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“I didn’t want to be responsible for stealing your innocence.”
“You can’t steal something I willingly give.”
“I know that now, but more than anything, I wanted to shield you from me, from the industry, from worldly corruption. You’re everything I’ll never be, Megan.”
“But you’re everything I want to be,” she whispered. Scooting closer, she wrapped her fingers in his hair. “You’re generous, kind hearted, loving, and honest. You’re gentle yet aggressive, bold yet secretive. I didn’t tell you how I felt about you because I didn’t think I was your type.”
“You’re too good for me.”
“And you for me.”
His heart cartwheeled. If this wasn’t love, then it didn’t exist.

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Megan had her whole life planned for her even down to who she was going to be married to. However, real life doesn’t always happen the way we think. When she was ready to lose everything, but an opportunity showed itself that would take her outside of her comfort zone and would affect the rest of her life she decided to take a jump of faith. Will she forgive those that pushed her into a marriage that shouldn’t have been and destroyed her? They always say that things will get worse before it gets better and in this story it definitely did for Megan to open her eyes up and see what was in front of her the whole time.  That you will have to find out for yourself! Megan does show us that it does take a strong heart and women to keep on moving through life and this was why I think I loved this character the most because I can see myself needing to do what has to be done if it ever comes to a situation like she was placed in. When I was introduced to Tanner in this novel, I thought of a sweet, charming, and the one that has always been in the shadow waiting for the right moment to come out! However, it may or may not have been to late! I do have to say if your not into a lot sexual content, you may not want to get this but you will be missing an amazing book, I loved this book!A couple of these characters I did not care for, not because of the way they were written but because of how they are and what they have done, it does still happen and sad to say they probably thought it was for the best. I loved this book from the cover and the colors that are entwined within each other to the plot and the characters. As the author told me and I have to say she is definitely correct, it is a story of rejection, betrayal, acceptance, and self discovery! I can’t wait for the next book to come out by this author.

I received a complimentary copy by the author for an Honest review.

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 It’s just crazy weird to talk about myself in third person so I’ll keep it real with fun facts.
Things you may or may not want to know:
1.) I live in small town Texas but wish the town was smaller.
2.) If you can make me laugh I’m a friend for life.
3.) I also write under another pen name.
4.) I’m in love with the idea of love but think sex is easier.
5.) I’m a Scorpio.
That’s me in a nutshell. No fanfare, no upsell, just me.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Loverboy by Trista Jaszczak

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Title – Loverboy
Author – Trista Jaszczak
Genre – Romance/Thriller
Re-Release Date – October 31, 2013
Publisher– Planettopia Publishing
Cover Artist – Beetiful Designs

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When Charlotte Murphy escapes from the ruthless serial rapist and killer, Loverboy, she finds herself completely lost and scared to death. Lost, frightened, recovering, and in the sights of a brutal killer. In a most odd but clever tactic from the police, they assign Charlie 24/7 live-in protection; a move that is supposed to comfort her and make healing easier. Somehow, despite the odds, Charlie finds a refuge in officer Nick Andrews and in his arms she finds the strength to heal and the courage to move on with life. Nick finds everything that he wasn’t looking for in Charlie’s eyes and a fight against a killer that becomes personal.

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MEET TRISTA JASZCZAK
Trista Jaszczak (jazz-ick) is the author of the Believe series, retold, and upcoming relaunches, Loverboy, What Lies Inside and the Darkness Falls series. She is an Air Force spouse and mother to two mischievous and rambunctious little girls. She is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls home where ever the Air Force sends her. She currently resides in Anchorage, Alaska where she finds endless inspiration in the pure Alaskan wilderness. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time with her family in the vast Alaskan outdoors, plucking away at her old guitar or working on self improvement in the gym. She loves the outdoors, the moon, old movies and music.

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 Loverboy is a complete re-write so as I was going through deleting and re-writing things I had a lot going through my mind. My playlist varied day-to-day as I was writing, but I think these have to be my favorites. They always set a mood for me and happen to be some of my most favorite songs that for some reason keep my creative juices and my foot tapping.

1. Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

2. If You Leave by OMD

3. Why Part II by Collective Soul

4. Should I Stay Or Should I Go by The Clash

5. I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones

6. I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick

7. Starlight by Weezer

8. Buddy Holly by Weezer

9. We Want Fun by Andrew W.K.

10. Wait For Me by Theory of a Deadman

11. A Warror’s Call by Volbeat

12. Broken by Seether

Loverboy Soundtrack

 1. Demons by Imagine Dragons

2. It’s Not My Time – 3 Doors Down

3. I Wanna Be There – Blessed Union Of Souls

4. Wake Up – Coheed & Cambria

5. Under Pressure – David Bowie & Queen

6. Iris – Goo Goo Dolls

7. Crawling – Linkin Park

8. Nothin’s Gonna Stop Us Now – Jefferson Starship

9. Daugthers – John Mayer

10. Be Good To Yourself – Journey

11. Use Somebody – Kings of Leon

12. Torn – Natalie Imbruglia

13. You Get What You Give – New Radicals

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My name is Charlotte Murphy. Charlotte? Charlotte… No… No, they call me Charlie. I call me Charlie. Everyone calls me Charlie; they have for years. My head hurts. Bad. I’m twenty-one? I’m from Indiana. Wait. Where in Indiana? Why can’t I remember? My parents have lived there all my life. Indiana? Morgantown, Indiana. But, I moved? I don’t live there anymore. Ugh. Why can’t I move my head? No. I don’t live there anymore. I live in New York. For…for…? School. For school. I live there for school. And, I’m a dancer. I’m an instructor for a studio part time. I work with the younger girls. I can’t move my arms, either. Where am I? Where was I? It’s black, everything is black. I was leaving school. No. Work? No, I don’t work until later this week. Why can’t I remember? What was I doing? I was leaving…something. Somewhere. I’m sore. Everywhere hurts. The party. I was leaving a party. That’s it. I left the party, because people were acting crazy. I walked. I walked home. I remember. I cut through Central Park. But then someone grabbed me. Someone grabbed me hard. They covered my mouth. I remember!

My eyes pop open, and suddenly I’m greeted by annoying, harsh white lights and beeping noises. I groan softly. My God, I was right. I was grabbed. Someone kidnapped me. They don’t still have me do they? They can’t. No. I ran. I got away. I move my eyes around slowly and realize the only thing that can have beeping noises and such bright lights is the hospital. I’m in the hospital. I don’t remember getting here. I couldn’t have gotten here by myself. Could I? I moan again, this time making an attempt to move my hand. At least, I think I’m trying to move my hand. It hurts, too. My head, my neck, my arms, my legs, everywhere. Stabbing pains, shooting pains; pains that I’ve never felt before in my life course through every last inch of my body. Just how hurt am I? I can feel my heart beginning to pound furiously deep in my chest. I hear a clicking noise and feet on the floor as the sounds come closer.

“Charlotte?” I hear a soft female voice.

I open my mouth and realize how dry it is. I swallow hard and make another attempt to speak.

“It’s okay, Sweetie,” she interrupts me. “You don’t have to talk. Do you know where you are?”

I give myself a moment and fight through the pain enough to nod my head.

“You understand that you’re in the hospital?” She asks.

I lick my dry lips to find an array of what feels like cuts around them, and nod slowly once more.

“You are one lucky girl,” she says, as I feel her working with the tubes that I now see are all attached to me. “We didn’t expect you to wake up this soon.”

“Pain,” I finally choke out.

“Don’t worry; we’ll get you something more for the pain.” She reassures me. “Just try to relax for me. Don’t worry now; the police are here.”

The police?

“Police?” I stammer.

“Why, dear, after what you’ve just been through they wouldn’t dare leave you without protection,” she says softly, as I feel her working with another tube that I can now tell is running directly into my arm.

“Protection?” I ask. “I was,” I pause to swallow. “I was kidnapped.” My thoughts become jumbled a moment as I try to comprehend everything that’s happened to me. Everything in my mind seems to be surrounded by a thick haze, and I can’t pull even one random through from the mess.

She looks down at me, making the most pitiful face I have ever seen on a person. “Oh, Sweetheart, I better let the police talk to you about that.”

Just how bad am I?

“Can I,” I stop. “Can I sit up?” I ask

“Do you feel up to it?” She asks. “I don’t want to exhaust you; you just woke up.”

“How long have I been out?” I ask, now feeling more strength in my voice.

She takes a moment to glance at the gold watch on her wrist. “Just about twelve hours now, dear.”

Twelve hours?!

“I think sitting up will help my back,” I reply, softly.

She cocks her head to the side, giving me the pitiful look again. This time I can’t be too sure, but I think I can see tears in her eyes. She finally nods and begins pushing buttons on the side of the bed that control the angle and lift. I can feel my body’s muscles beginning to work for the first time, in what feels like, years. Aches, pops, and uncomfortable groans; I can feel it all. I finally bring my strongest hand up to my neck, rubbing a tender spot that is completely covered with what I can only assume is a large bandage.

“Would you like a pillow behind your back?” She asks, the pitiful look falling over her face again.

I can’t imagine just how bad I look, but judging by the look on her face, not pretty. I nod slowly as she helps me lean forward, just enough for her to slide the pillow behind me.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asks, giving my shoulder a tender pat.

I shake my head.

“Well, the doctor will be in shortly,” she replies. “But, if you need me, just push this button.” She pulls a remote from behind the bed, pointing at the bright red button.  She smiles. “The other two buttons control your TV.”

“Thank you,” I manage, as I weakly take the remote from her hand.

As the nurse turns to make her exit, I’m surprised to see a doctor already on his way in. He’s tall with pale skin, and his eyes give the impression that he hasn’t slept in days. His hair too; it’s mousy brown and cut short, but looks as though he’s just crawled out of bed. He smiles.

“Glad to see you awake,” he says. “How do you feel?”

“Like I was just run over by a Mack truck,” I say, working to adjust myself in the bed.

“Well, given what you’ve just been through, I would say you should feel even worse,” he says. “Mind if I have a look at you?”

I shake my head. Do I honestly have a choice? He steps closer, and suddenly I feel a pang of panic that I can’t explain. My heart begins to race and I can feel sweat beginning to build up on the palm of my hands. I swallow and give him a strange look. I open my mouth to apologize, but he politely stops me.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t,” I pause to swallow and look away for a moment, “I don’t know what happened.”

“You’ve been through a lot, Charlotte. You’re a very lucky young woman.”

“I guess I don’t remember what exactly I’ve been through,” I say, looking down at the tiled hospital floor.

“One step at a time,” he says. “Best just to take it easy for now. Would you like for me to call Doctor Kenton? She’s really great to work with. I think you would really like her.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s okay. I trust you.”

Five whole minutes into his routine examination, and I regret not letting him phone Doctor Kenton. My palms are sweaty, my mouth is dry, and, though I have been able to control my racing heart, I’m sure he’s able to pick up on how uneasy I am with his hands anywhere near me. After listening to my heart, he backs away slowly and smiles.

“Everything looks perfect,” he says. “You sure you feel alright?”

I nod. “As well as I can for the aches and pains.”

“I can certainly make sure you have something for the pain,” he says, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Well, I do have a question,” I say, “How long will I be in here?”

“It’s hard to say,” he says, “It could be a few more days; it could be a week. The best thing for you is to stay here until you’ve healed. You’ve endured a lot, and I wouldn’t want to release you just yet.”

I nod. I should have figured. “Is there any way that I could get some clothes that are a little more,” I pause. “Covering?”

He nods. “I can’t see how some good warm sweats would hurt.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“And, one last thing,” he says. “There’s a gentleman here; a police officer.  He’s to stand guard at your door.”

Police? Stand guard at my door? What the hell happened to me?

“Okay.”

“I’m sure he’ll be in shortly for his questions.”

I nod.

“You let us know if you need anything, Charlotte.” He smiles.

I nod again in silence as he makes his way out the door. It’s then that I can hear him talking to the cop, who truly is standing just outside my door. I slowly lean my head back and sigh. I can’t remember a thing. What’s worse is, now I don’t know that I want to.

The light knock at the door makes me jump unexpectedly. I let out a deep breath as the nurse from before steps in, smiling.

“I brought you something warmer to slip on,” she says, “The police department was kind enough to lend us some sweats for you,” she explains as she sets them on the bed. “Would you like some help getting dressed?”

I look down at my right hand that’s badly bruised, there’s an IV ran in the top. Glancing to the left, I see it’s in the same horrible shape, minus the IV. I give a slight nod, and she begins helping pull the blankets back. It’s the first time I’ve seen anything other than my hands, and I see that both my legs are cut up badly and bruised. My mouth drops as I see some of the cuts are extremely deep and have been stitched up. My eyes follow up my legs to my bruised thighs, and I see the deep purple bruising has gone in between them. I look up at the nurse, with, more than likely, the same pitiful look she gave me.

“I’m sorry,” she says, softly. “We don’t have to do this now.”

I shake my head and swallow. “I want to be covered.”

She nods as she helps my legs off the side of the bed.

“I was raped.” I ask, “Wasn’t I?”

She quietly reaches for the navy blue sweat pants and gingerly guides my legs into them. Finally, she looks up and gives me a slow, sad nod.

I lick my lips and look down as I ease myself down off the bed long enough to pull the sweat pants up around my sore waist that is just as tender to touch as my legs.

“Would you like the sweatshirt on too?” She asks, holding up the navy blue sweatshirt that has the word POLICE in bold yellow print on the front.

I nod. “I just want to be covered.”

“I understand,” she says as she begins working gingerly around the IV, and an array of deep cuts and bruises that I now see are all over my upper body as well. I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as I fight to hold everything from vomit to tears inside.

“There,” she says, finally tugging the warm shirt down around me. “Feel better?”

I nod. “Thank you for your help.”

“It’s no trouble,” she replies. “Would you like some socks, too? These floors get so cold at night.”

I immediately nod, wanting each and every inch of my body to be covered by something, anything at all.

She pulls a pair of thick gray socks from a storage cabinet, and is kind enough to help them on my feet. She smiles and pulls the blankets around me once more. “You get some rest now. The more you rest, the quicker you’ll heal.” She smiles, as she heads for the door.

I force a smile. “Thank you. I will.”

Normally, I wouldn’t mind being left alone at all; but, now that I have a lot swimming through my mind, I don’t want to be left alone to remember anything. I remember I had walked to my friend Rachael’s party. I knew most of the people there, except for a small handful of her latest fling’s friends. They were the reason I left. Turns out they had a taste for a lot of booze and drugs too. And, by drugs, I don’t mean marijuana. I mean cocaine and other substances I don’t even want to think about putting anywhere near my body. I told Rachael it was bad news, and to get them out. But, she didn’t believe me, of course. Isn’t that how it always worked? It was her party and her place, so I did what I thought was best. I grabbed my coat and took off. I walked. I know I walked; I usually walk everywhere. But, I cut through Central Park. Not because it’s really a short cut, but just because it’s one of my favorite places. That was my mistake, cutting through the park. That’s where he got me. How stupid can I be? Who walks through a deserted park, late at night, alone? Apparently, stupid Charlie Murphy does.

I make a feeble attempt to roll to my side, but I’m greeted by a new stabbing pain on my hip. One so bad I let out a loud cry and bring myself nearly to tears. I take a few deep breaths, and suddenly the large, wooden hospital door is flung open with such a great force that it makes a loud banging noise against the wall. There, standing in the doorway, is the police officer. There’s no mistaking him in his perfect black uniform. He’s young, a lot younger than I would ever expect, and tall with golden brown hair that has a messy style. My yelp has clearly startled him. His body finally relaxes, and he straightens himself out.

“I’m sorry,” He says, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I just…” He stops.

I shake my head. “It’s okay.”

“I’ll just be outside if you need me,” he says, as he grabs for the door handle to shut it behind him.

I stare blankly at the door. He’s a ‘He’. How could the police department even think of sending a man after what I’d been through? Even though, I admit I wasn’t fully aware of just what I had been through yet. Stupid police department. Stupid me. Stupid men. Stupid everything. I sigh deeply. The pain in my side is slowly beginning to fade into a light throbbing. I have a sudden urge to lift my sweatshirt in order to see what has caused the immense pain, but after seeing my legs, I fight the urge to look just yet. After my legs, I’m terrified to see the rest of me, even though I know I will have to eventually. It is my body, after all.

Despite the aches and pains that are pulsing and throbbing, I pull the blanket up around my shoulders a bit tighter and close my eyes. I suddenly feel exhausted again. Apparently I’d just been through hell, and I looked like it too, so I didn’t see anything wrong with letting myself fall into a nice, deep sleep.

 

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This book has a lot of things that happen in our every day world, maybe not to you but it has happened to someone you may know. The decisions we make can be the one that will follow us for the rest of our lives, which unfortunately was what happened to our main character as she took that one step through the park. But she should have died as is the killer/rapist MO. With not being able to remember what happened and no leads to a suspect the police department put Nick, a male officer in charge of watching over her. However, when you have experienced what she went through you definitely have fear of being near any and all men! How will Nick get her to start trusting him more than he can protect her? And when the tormentor strikes again, will she be able to put enough trust in the one man that is there to protect? That will be for you to read!

The author has done an amazing job especially with such a hard situation as this. She describes the different scenes and how it affects Charlie of who she was and is now due to being a victim. In this Romance and Thriller combined novel, the author will keep you on the edge of your seat and there were twists in this that had me at a stand still because I was not expecting it. The story was definitely not one of your normal romances but the way it was written has made it well worth it because you had to build the romance and relationship with all the bad things that are clouding Charlie’s heart and head. I recommend this book!

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Blog Tour & Giveaway~ Living in Sin by Isabel Lucero

Title: Living in Sin
Author: Isabel Lucero
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publication Date: January 1, 2014

**This story contains graphic sexual content and strong language. Intended for mature audiences only.**

Jace Jamison is every woman’s fantasy. He’s a mysterious businessman willing to sweep you off your feet, a tattooed bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, and a sexy friend you want to take that next step with. Jace is everything and anything you want him to be. He’s a highly paid escort.

But nobody knows who Jace really is; the man whose dad abandoned him, whose brother was killed, and who had to take care of his mom at a young age. At the age of nineteen, he was living in Sin City, ready for a life away from stress and struggle.

Adrienne has been having a sexual drought since she broke up with her boyfriend. Even then she wasn’t getting fully satisfied. Being an event planner, she’s constantly working at numerous events. Several times she’s seen a man she can only refer to as the God-like creature at her work functions. He’s devastatingly handsome, tall, and has beautiful eyes, but he’s always with a different woman. The last thing she needs is another player in her life.

After a few chance encounters with Jace, her best friend convinces her to just get some good sex out of him and not worry about who she’s seen him with. But what happens when she finds out that he isn’t dating these women because he wants to, but because he’s paid to?

Keeping his job a secret from Adrienne seems easy at first, but when she begins meeting people he knows in his escort life, and they begin getting closer, he knows he has to tell her before someone else does.

When their worlds entwine, and confessions are made, will they be able to work through it? Will she be able to push aside his sins and focus on the good in him? Will Jace get what he’s never had? A woman who wants him despite what he’s done. Or will living in sin cost him what he never knew he wanted?

*An erotic, contemporary romance*

*Book one in a series, but can be read as a standalone.*

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You are always hearing about female escorts but not many with male escorts so when I saw that this book had male escorts I knew I wanted to dig in and start to read it. Lets see you have a male, who is an escort and not only sometimes escorts but may have to sleep with their client; however, add a women that he actually starts to have feelings for and how do you explain his job line to her! I will have to say this was definitely one funny and sexy book. I love the way the authors played the characters in this novel and really can’t tell you who I loved more Jace with his funny, romantic, charming, and sexy nature (even though that’s part of his job) or Adrienne and her spunky and feisty nature. One sexy gorgeous wealthy escort and one fun, smart mouthed event planner equals a novel that will have you laughing, enjoying sexy scenes, and maybe more?
The whole Vegas and male escort plot line was a perfect match, while reading I didn’t feel like there were any blank moments in the novel or black holes as I like to call them to confuse the reader. I can’t wait for the next book in this series to come out, especially after this was the first book I have read by this author and I have to say I have fallen in love with her writing skills.
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Isabel Lucero is a military wife who has been lucky enough to travel the world, and see some amazing sights. She has been married to her best friend for ten years, and together they have two of the most beautiful children in the world. She and her husband are Junior High Sweethearts, a couple who are truly meant to be together. One day, their love story might make it into a book.

Isabel is the middle name of the author, and Lucero is her maiden name. Together they create her pen name. She was born in a small town in New Mexico, and was more than happy to move far, far away.

She is a collector of high heels and tattoos, and is highly obsessed with both. She owns a crazy, little Miniature Pinscher who thinks he’s a Doberman. His name is Tyson.

Isabel has always been an avid reader, able to devour books in a day or two. With her now focusing on writing, the reading has slowed, but her love for reading is still there.

Something noteworthy is that Isabel loves to hear from her readers. Never hesitate to get in touch. She’s always willing and ready to talk about anything. If you enjoy this book, she encourages you to not only let her know, but let the world know. Goodreads, Amazon, book blogs, groups, etc. She understands that word of mouth is the best form of promotion.

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