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Book Blitz of A Good Man's Life by Barbara Cutrera

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Book Title: A Good Man's Life (The Real World Series) 
Author: Barbara Cutrera 
Genre: Fiction
  Release Date: February 1, 2014 


Daniel Nash struggles to reconcile his feelings of betrayal with his desire to understand his life. His hopes of uncovering the secrets revealed in his father’s journals are quickly dashed, and he works with a private investigator to discover the truth. Worry about his wife, Sarah, combines with his efforts to cope with his childhood trauma, an unexpected death, and the recent revelations. His obsession with the past threatens to destroy his stable life. Meanwhile, Sarah and her father, Tristan, continue to combat the lingering discord that developed between them years before but refuse to take their main focus from Daniel. As he reviews his biological father’s efforts to be a good man, Daniel searches for a way to comprehend shocking disclosures. He questions his own goodness as he fights not to emotionally withdraw from those around him, especially the two people he knows will always love him, Sarah and Tristan.

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Barbara Cutrera has been a writer since childhood but didn’t begin writing novels until 1999. Her first novel to be completed was Over, Under, Across & Through, which is the initial book in her Real World fiction series. Not satisfied to be limited by writing in only one genre, she next penned a mystery called In a Manner of Speaking. Cutrera took a dare from friends who suggested she write a romance and wrote The Healer’s Gift, a fantasy romance. Her fourth book to be released was True: 3 Short Stories. A Good Man’s Life, Book 2 in The Real World Series, has a release date of February 1, 2014. Novels in queue for publication include Mercy, Book 3 in The Real World Series, A Lovely Dream, a romantic thriller, A Lovely Reality, the sequel, Prim and Proper, a contemporary romance with a touch of mystery, and Lucky, a thriller set in the not-so-distant future in post-plague Earth. Cutrera has also completed another work of fiction entitled Compromising Positions and a new contemporary romance entitled Sight Unseen. She has begun work on a sequel to The Healer’s Gift, which she has decided to call Jordan’s Way. Cutrera, a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Florida Writers’ Association, and the Tampa Area Romance Authors was born and raised in Louisiana and moved to Florida with her family in 2004. She works with the visually-impaired and is visually-impaired herself. She firmly believes that our minds are only limited by the restrictions we place upon them. Her literary credo? “Transcending reality by exploring it one story at a time….”


“Grandma Lillian and I were talking about swimming, ‘cause Amanda goes to a pool in her own backyard. Amanda says her daddy doesn’t wear a shirt in the water. I asked Grandma how come you never take your shirt off, and she said that you had another daddy before Grandpa Max and that he hurt you a lot. Will he come and hurt me, too?” Lowering himself onto the edge of the bed, Daniel said soothingly, “Never, Kris. He wasn’t my real daddy, and I haven’t talked to him in over twenty years.” “Why did he hurt you?” “Because he was a very bad man.” “You would never hurt me, would you?” Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him. He was trying rather unsuccessfully to swallow the anger that was about to render him speechless. “Never, ever.” “Is it really terrible on your tummy? Is that why you don’t want people to see?” Kris persisted. “Does it still have pain?” “If I don’t exercise, then my body hurts. I have scars, like when you cut your lip and it made a scar. Understand?” “Can I see your scars?” “Maybe when you’re older.” “Did you cry when you got hurt?” “Yes, I did.” Kris pulled the covers up around his neck and asked, “Will you and Mommy stay with me until I go to sleep?” “Sure.” “Are the windows and the doors locked?” “Yes,” Daniel said firmly. “You’re perfectly safe.” The combination of the decongestant and the Tylenol took affect within minutes. The moment Daniel was certain Kris was sleeping, he leapt from the bed and stalked towards the front of the house. Sarah darted out after him, moving quickly but quietly in an attempt to keep up with her husband. “Daniel, wait!” “I’ll be at Lillian’s.” He hadn’t been this enraged about anything since he’d been a child. He drove too quickly and too recklessly all the way to the house. Screeching to a halt in the driveway, Daniel parked and wrenched the key from the ignition. Jumping out, he slammed the car door behind him and stormed to the back door. In his anger, it took him three tries to insert the key into the keyhole. Finally, he unlocked the door and charged into the kitchen, just as Lillian flicked on the lights. “Daniel! What on earth?” “Why did you do it?” he cried, as tears of frustration and rage welled up in his eyes. “You had no right to tell Kris about my scars!” Lillian asked calmly, “What was I supposed to do? Lie? I thought you were upset that we lied to you before.” “He’s five years old! He’s too young to even comprehend what happened and why!” “You tell me what I could have said,” she retorted belligerently. Daniel was dumbfounded. This was not his mother talking. This was insanity. “You could have told him I get sunburned easily on my shoulders,” he replied evenly. “You could have told him everybody has a different way of doing things.” “That wouldn’t be the truth.” “Goddamn motherfucking son of a bitch! Do you remember what the truth is, Lillian?” His fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt. “Do you?” “Daniel! Don’t you use language like that! Don’t you take the Lord’s name in vain!” Flinging his shirtfront wide, Daniel yelled, “Do you remember this, Mom? You think Kris needs to know about this kind of horror and fear at his age? Damn you for taking his sense of security away!” He ran from the house, his shirt unbuttoned, his feet thudding on the concrete steps. When he got to the Mazda, he roughly twisted the key in the ignition then sped back down the long drive that extended to Highland Road. A half a mile away, he pulled into the empty parking lot of the Victorian Doll Mansion and shut off the engine. Then, he pounded the steering wheel until the side of his hand throbbed. Raw and shaken, Daniel drove home. 

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Book Blast of Letting Go by JM Witt

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When your past threatens to destroy your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?

Cassidy Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy. The last thing she's looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.

James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it. As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he's built and done for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.

Will they discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?

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About the Author:
JM Witt
I’m a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for nine years and reside in Highland, Michigan.
I've dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.

When I'm not volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I'm writing!

I love music and believe that books and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!

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He gently whispered, “In due time, Cassidy.”  His response was to a question I wasn’t asking.  He punched a few buttons on the panel and the elevator started moving. 
He leaned down and placed his forehead on mine.  I closed my eyes and lifted my chin, welcoming his kiss.  It was soft and tentative, almost seeking permission to possess me.  I ran my hands over the stubble beginning to form on his cheeks and pulled him closer.  He accepted my invitation and his tongue assaulted my mouth.  A hint of liquor was on his breath and had me wanting to taste more of him.  My entire being was vibrating with need.  He released his hold on my legs and I slid ever so slowly down his body as he held me up against him, my feet barely touching the floor. 
Our tongues continued dueling and exchanging blows.  He traced my upper lip then greedily sucked on my tongue before pulling my lower lip between his teeth.  Aphrodite herself must’ve taught him to kiss.  He ruined me; no other kiss had ever compared and never would.  I moaned my appreciation into his mouth.  Before I was aware of it, he had pivoted and I was now up against the back wall of the elevator.  I ran my hands up to the back of his head and wrapped his hair around and through my fingers.  He growled in approval. 
The elevator stopped and alerted us that we had reached our destination.  With the speed of a bullet he pulled Stop on the panel and we were suspended in air.  James pulled me to him and removed his jacket from my arms, throwing it aside.  I noticed that his tie was already undone and hanging around his neck.  The top few buttons of his shirt were open and my hands were itching to touch his chest.  I could see the muscles in his neck tensing as he lowered his mouth to my jaw and kissed a path to my ear.  His hot breath on my earlobe had me reeling. 
I grabbed his arms, desperate for something to hold onto.  His mouth traveled along my exposed collar bone as my chest began heaving.  His hands were now encircling my waist.  I wasn’t used to a man making me feel small and being able to easily overpower me the way he did.  I loved it.  Even through the layers of my dress I could feel his arousal against my lower abdomen.  I gently swiveled my hips which immediately caused him to curse. 
“Cassidy?”  He pulled back and gazed into my eyes, looking like a starving man in front of a buffet. 
It was a question and I answered him.  “Don’t stop, please,” I begged him. 
“I don’t want to do anything you’re not prepared for.  If you ask me to stop, I won’t lay a hand on you.”
I was panting but managed to breathe out, “But I want your hands all over me.”
He smiled that devilish smile and pounced on his meal.  We were nose to nose winded like a couple of marathon runners. 
“Those eyes have haunted me for months.” 
His hands cradled my face while his thumbs traced my cheekbones.  I was shaking as he wrapped his hands around my neck and feathered them down my shoulders and to my arms.  He intertwined his fingers with mine and slowly raised our joined arms above my head.  “Don’t move.”  He pulled away and stood to his full height.  “That dress is exquisite, like it was made for you.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle and his eyes immediately questioned me.  “It’s a rental.”  He was amused and tilted his head at me.  I really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut.    
Finally, he spoke, “We can fix that.” 
Before I had a second to question him he attacked my mouth once more.  He then lowered himself so that he was kissing the top of my chest.  He wedged his leg between mine and I shifted slightly eager for the pressure of his thigh against my pussy.  Damn that dress and all its layers.  He knew just what I needed.  His hands pulled down on my shoulders so that I was rocking back and forth on his thigh as his groin pressed into my hip.  I was humping his thigh like a horny teenager and it was miraculous. 
Before I could object, he spun me around to face the elevator wall.  The cool steel against my cheek was a sharp contrast to how hot I was feeling.  My hands lowered to my sides. 
His hands were on mine again and he guided them up once more, “You make me want to lose control.  I told you not to move.”  I had never been so turned on in my life.  One more touch from him and I was likely to explode.
He buried his head in the back of my neck.  I let my head fall back to him and his mouth was there, waiting for me.  I felt his hand in my hair while the other traveled down my side.  His hands were like liquid fire on ice and soon all that would be left of me was a puddle on the floor.  He started pulling pins out of my hair while running the other hand along my side and under my breasts.  I was trembling with a need I didn’t know existed.  Once he had all the pins out of my hair he circled my hair around his wrist and pulled back before massaging my scalp. 
“Oh, God.”

Review for Forever and Always by Jasinda Wilder

Title: Forever and Alway (Ever Trilogy #1)
Author: Jasinda Wilder
Reviewer: Rebecca
Rating: 4 Star Groupie Rating


These letters are often all that get me through week to week. Even if it’s just random stuff, nothing important, they’re important to me. Gramps is great, and I love working on the ranch. But…I’m lonely. I feel disconnected, like I’m no one, like I don’t belong anywhere. Like I’m just here until something else happens. I don’t even know what I want with my future. But your letters, they make me feel connected to something, to someone. I had a crush on you, when we first met. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else. Then camp ended and we never got together, and now all I have of you is these letters. S**t. I just told you I have a crush on you. HAD. Had a crush. Not sure what is anymore. A letter-crush? A literary love? That’s stupid. Sorry. I just have this rule with myself that I never throw away what I write and I always send it, so hopefully this doesn’t weird you out too much. I had a dream about you too. Same kind of thing. Us, in the darkness, together. Just us. And it was like you said, a memory turned into a dream, but a memory of something that’s never happened, but in the dream it felt so real, and it was more, I don’t even know, more RIGHT than anything I’ve ever felt, in life or in dreams. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream about each other. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. You tell me.

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We’re pen pals. Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be. I don’t know. If we met IRL (in real life, in case you’re not familiar with the term) what would happen? And just FYI, the term you used, a literary love? It was beautiful. So beautiful. That term means something, between us now. We are literary loves. Lovers? I do love you, in some strange way. Knowing about you, in these letters, knowing your hurt and your joys, it means something so important to me, that I just can’t describe. I need your art, and your letters, and your literary love. If we never have anything else between us, I need this. I do. Maybe this letter will only complicate things, but like you I have a rule that I never erase or throw away what I’ve written and I always send it, no matter what I write in the letter. 

Your literary love,


"I couldn't help sneaking a second look at him.  He wasn't like any boy I'd ever seen before."

Ever has been dealt an uneven hand in her life.  Sure her father is wealthy, but after losing her mother in a tragic accident, he has mentally tapped out of life.  Ever decided to go to an art camp to get away from her sad life for awhile before she starts high school.  She didn't know that meeting someone there would change her life forever in ways she never thought possible.  

"For the first time in a long time, my mind was occupied with something other then painting."
"I felt like she had the power of reducing me to a mouth-breathing caveman."

Cade is your average every day boy about to enter high school.  Except he has a talent at drawing.  Not exactly what his ranch living grandpa agree with but Cade doesn't let that get to him.  He knows that something is going on at home between his parents and is so sure they are going to get a divorce before summer is over, so Cade decides to go to an art camp that he was been wanting to go to to get away.  Never thinking that he would meet the one person he could never forget about, no matter how much distance is between them.

"She's..someone I met a long time ago, and she's..important."

This is the story that spans the high school life of two teenagers that met only once and formed an unbreakable bond.  There is heartache, loss, love, lost virginities, let's not forget...letters.  Ever and Cade will draw you in and make you miss those letters you used to write to "pen pals" back in the day when writing letters was cool.  I found myself looking forward to reading the next letter from each other and finding out how they were doing. The emotions that sometimes where contained in the letters was so raw, that you could feel them reaching out for each other across the miles, especially when tragedy struck.  Ever and Cade relied on each other like no two pen pals ever have and a strong bond formed between them.  A bond that created walls in their personal lives without even realizing it.  When they finally meet again, it amazing, more than amazing, it was like a puzzle had just been finished!!  I have to stop writing now so I can read the next book!  Can't wait any longer!!

"Everything inside me, every molecule of my body was on fire as I closed the space between us, instinct and need taking me over and operating me, moving my legs and causing my arms to lift.  I was kissing her, kissing her, god, kissing her."

Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably shopping, baking, or reading.

Book Blitz of Mobster's Angel by Amy Rachiele

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Book Title: Mobster's Angel 
Author: Amy Rachiele
 Genre: Romance/Family Saga/Action Adventure 
Release Date: December 15, 2013


Vito has grown up in the underworld of the mob. He has recently reached age eighteen. His family has been involved since the thirties. In 2014, the rules haven’t changed much. What worked then, works now; power, violence, and loyalty. Love isn’t something you can control. As much as Vito, mobster enforcer, wish he could, he can’t. And falling in love with someone who is close to jailbait age is even tougher. Vito bides his time and waits. For a hasty guy with limited self-control, it’s difficult to curb his impulses. At age fifteen, Erin just wants to forget. Erin’s world came crashing down when she learned her family was not what they seemed. She’s been living in a lie. No one told her her family was mob. The cliché ignorance is bliss becomes a sharp stabbing realization when she has to learn to cope with the aftermath. Being smart doesn’t save you from terror and doesn’t teach you how to live with it. You can’t escape the mob. It’s part of your existence! TAGS: New Adult - Romance/Action Adventure/ Family Saga/Anti-hero/Mobster/Mafia/Alpha-Male/Alternate POV “Sometimes I hear him whispering in my ear as if my conscience has grown and matured into a six foot three dark haired male. The studying, reading, and listening I did to impress adults are nothing compared to what I learned from Vito.” ~ Erin 

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Amy Rachiele is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard and Department of Veteran Affairs with family support, family readiness, as well as, families of the Fallen. Amy devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students in the Providence School System. She holds a Master's degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. She volunteers her time at the local library facilitating a writer’s group in the hope of inspiring other writers. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, and traveling. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.    


Vito’s Senior Year at Palmetto High School, New Jersey

I jump people in alleys for fun. I say shit I don’t mean.Yeah, I’m an asshole…always been one, always will be.
The way I grew up, nice got you fuckin’ nothin’ but stepped on. The mob life is brutal; a hazy, volatile run of survival. I don’t like it, but I’m proud of my heritage and my friends. One thing I admire is the loyalty in the Mafia. I come from a long line of mobsters. The Rossi’s have been here in New Jersey since the thirties, tommy guns, and zoot suits. My Pop has been gone on business for the Palmetto Mob Boss for over a year now. His loyalty is unwavering. Mom and I see him on holidays, and he calls a lot. It’s not the same as having him here. But Pop being away isn’t what’s wrong with me. Erin, this kid - I can’t get her out of my head. Well, I guess she’s not a kid. No… no… she’s a kid. She’s fourteen… I’m seventeen. Holy shit! I could go to jail. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time - and she’d be worth it. I wouldn’t have even found out she was that young if I hadn’t overheard her sister, Megan, telling my best friend, Antonio. Ugh, shit! It’s not so bad if she’s turning fifteen like - tomorrow. I’m trying, I really am. I just have to keep repeating to myself, she’s a freshman, you’re a senior. She has three more years of high school left; I’m going to college next year. Well, I will if I get my head out of my ass. Every time I see her, she seems to be having the time of her life. She thrives on laughter and fun. Her happiness is contagious. That’s probably why everyone likes her. Erin is way more outgoing than Megan. She’s smart like her sister. I bet she’ll get an early acceptance to the college of her choice, too. What would she want with a stupid ass like me? That damn red hair! And that slim little body. I know that this has to have something to do with Antonio going out with Red…I mean Megan. Yeah, that’s definitely what it is. The hair. The O’Neill girls are different... Irish, not Italian. Forbidden. Antonio’s father, the Mob Boss of Palmetto, New Jersey, warned all of us years ago to stay away from Megan. But Antonio Rinaldo Delisi, Sr. never mentioned Megan’s little sister, Erin. He probably figured she was too young to be of interest to us. I heard some chooches talking about her after school the other day while I was walking down the hallway near the science wing. Typical guy shit. But I wanted to slam their faces into the lockers. I had it all planned out in my head. I was going to take each of them by the scruff of the neck, one by one, and SMASH. I’m familiar with the sound of flesh hitting metal. Then I would’ve taken them into the fuckin’ bathroom and washed their mouths out with anti-bacterial soap. But I held back… And that shows that I’ve been paying way too much attention to someone that doesn’t even know I’m alive. I’m a chooch when it comes to getting attention. I just act like the asshole I am. Like the time I hit on her sister in church. And did I mention that Erin didn’t even look my way? That was just me being stupid. I do stupid shit all the time because I don’t think, I just do. It’s an important motto in the Mafia. Thinking can be very bad for your health. No one wants cement shoes and lungs full of water. She’s got a boyfriend. I’ve seen him. He’s a scrawny little guy. His mother picked Erin up from school one day: I saw the mini-van pull up. The door slid open and she hopped in. Her face said it all; she was happy and excited to see her pansy little boyfriend. The guy is in the same grade as her, but he goes to another school. Lucky for him…he doesn’t have to see her every day. That is, if that pansy kid could really be as attracted to her as I am. And it’s good because if he were around, I’d consider beating him up every once in a while just for shits and giggles. Like a chooch, I’m on high alert, constantly looking for her in the hallways. I know every class she’s in. I’ve actually cut a few classes to wait outside her classroom like a stalker. This cannot be normal. I know its not. Maybe I need a shrink. Some intense therapy might beat it out of me. That’s it! A good beating!

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