Showing posts with label Contemporary Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contemporary Romance. Show all posts

Monday, December 3, 2018

The Storm Within by Cerian Hebert

The Storm Within
by Cerian Hebert


GENRE:   Contemporary Romance/Paranormal



Healed from her own loss, Juliana Hopkins wants nothing more than to mend reclusive artist Aidan Byrne’s heart, and help close a chapter in his life that has haunted him for over twenty years. Risking their newfound love, Juliana is determined to release the ghosts he can’t let go.

Aidan has been in love with Juliana since the first moment he saw her, but if she can’t leave the tragedies of his past alone, he won’t be able to make a life with her.

She offers him a love he never dared to want, but loving her could rip open all the old wounds he’d never been able to heal.


Excerpt Two:

Besides the sound of the antique pendulum wall clock, the house was silent. Aidan sat on the sofa, fully dressed right down to his boots. He avoided meeting her gaze. She could see a storm brewing, from the way he stared at the floor, and the downturn of his lips, the tightness in his jaw.

As if he held on, by only a hair, to anger.

“You okay?” She wanted to go to him, but instinct kept her glued to her spot. Whatever stewed within him, she had a feeling it involved her. Her heart thudded in her chest. Whatever they’d discovered over the last few days she had the feeling was about to end.
Finally, he glanced up.

She wished he hadn’t. His blue eyes blazed with fury.

“You want to tell me what the hell you’re doing?” he demanded, his voice harsh with restrained anger.

It only took a quick glance at her desk to know exactly what he was referring to. The notes she’d taken about Rosemont Home sat next to her keyboard, where she’d left them.

She thought about playing dumb, telling him she had no clue what he meant, but he’d see right through it, and he didn’t deserve her lying to him about it.

She lifted her chin. Her lips trembled as she studied the anger on his face. Anger, like an immense, impenetrable wall.

“Why are you looking up information on Rosemont?” he asked, his tone stony.

Juliana grasped for the words to explain. “I thought maybe I could, um, find something out about your brother and sister.” How lame.       Like he didn’t believe he knew everything there was to know.

My Review: 5*
The Storm within is the 11th book in the Soul Mate Tree Series. Each book is written by a different Author and about different people places and things. All of the books however have one comment thread, The Soul mate Tree. This tree brings 2 soul mates together. The people may b e from different places, different times, lifestyles , and even different realms. All of the books are stand alones. I have read several of these books and so far have not fond one I didn't enjoy. 

This particular book is about Juliana Hopkins and Aidan Byrne. Aiden has ghosts from hsi past chasing him and Juliana wants to help him put those ghosts to rest. Aiden loves Juliana but is afraid to open him self to his past and let her in. Their love is filled with a gambit of emotions and the Author actually makes you feel these as you read this book. 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Originally from Minnesota, Cerian is currently settled in southwestern New Hampshire with her husband and two of her four children plus a dog, cat and two geckos. She's known she wanted to write since she was twelve, and between mucking stalls in New York and booking cruises in Maine, she's been filling notebooks and flash drives with her stories in pursuit of her dreams.

Currently she has 10 published books (No Going Back, Where One Road Leads, The Staying Kind, Going Going Gone, and The Storm Within from Soul Mate Publishing, and The Better Man, Do Overs, Finally Home, Light The Way Home, and That Kind of Magic self-published at Amazon). She’s looking forward to adding to this list.

Cerian is a PAN member of RWA, Contemporary Romance Writers and New Hampshire Romance Writers of America.

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Monday, November 26, 2018

Flawed by Vivian Kohlman

by Vivian Kohlman


GENRE: Contemporary Romance



That guy—the one that most girls would run away from—captured Kara’s attention and wouldn’t let it go. As expected, he turned out to be a player. So she cut him off.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. He waited until the memory of their start would have been forgotten—at least, softened a bit. Then he returned to her life, and captured her heart.

Finally blissfully happy, they fall in love and decide to make it official…until his past catches up with him and he destroys her again. But this is it…this is the last time she’ll fall for him.

And she keeps telling herself that until she almost believes it.

This book is for mature audiences.


Excerpt Two:

Chapter 9

A few minutes later, I heard the door open again.

“That was quick,” I said while shuffling cards, not paying attention to Anna’s return. But it wasn’t Anna. It was Naheed…he walked around the corner, and leaned next to me, putting a hand on the back of my chair.

“You forgot your drink,” he said, setting the drink down in front of me while keeping his hand on the back of my chair, essentially enclosing me in his arms.

“Thank you.” I felt the heat emanating from him and I know my face was bright red. I couldn’t breathe. Butterflies were storming around my stomach.

“You’re welcome. Aren’t you going to even say hello? You’re acting like I’m a stranger.”

“Hello,” I said. I haven’t even looked at him yet. I was avoiding that like the plague. I knew our eyes would lock, just like they used to…and I can’t let this get out of hand.

“So, you’re engaged to Dominik. Why him?”

A slight fit of anger made me look up to Naheed; he’s still standing incredibly close to me.

“Why do you care?”

“Because…he’s not the one for you.”

“Ah, how ironic. That’s what my friends said about you.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“And you still have a girlfriend…so, I guess things ended up the way they were supposed to.”

I got to him; he looked pissed. He was quiet for a minute…then sat in the chair next to me.

“Kara, I’m with her because you walked away. YOU WALKED AWAY from us,” he said loudly.

“What did you expect me to do?”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Vivian Kohlman writes romance novels based on stories of love and loss under the backdrop of Washington, DC. She grew up in Maryland just outside DC, but lived in Los Angeles on and off in her 20's before returning to the Washington, DC area to live out her adult life.

Vivian attended a private university in Washington, DC for undergraduate and graduate school, and lived a very active social life. During her teens and twenties she and her friends lived through a lot of ups and downs—these experiences have fed the stories of this series.

Currently, she loves to travel with her husband and reads or writes romance novels as often as she can. When she’s not writing, she works a fulltime job and enjoys all of the bars, restaurants, and other hot spots of the nation’s capital. Born and raised in the DC metro area, she adores the culture of the city and is passionate about highlighting the city's attributes, lifestyles, and norms—not including politics.

Links  Flawed, Book 1 of the Y&P series (Kara’s story, part 1)  Found, Book 2 of the Y&P series (Kara’s story, part 2)  Let Go, Book 3 of the Y&P series (Billi’s story)

Girls Like Me, Book 4 of the Y&P series (Ava’s story, part 1) Guys Like You, Book 5 of the Y&P series (Ava’s story, part 2)

Note from Author:

The book, Flawed, is not erotica, but does include some steamy scenes, and contains adult situations (curse words, drinking alcohol, etc).

Interview with Vivian Kohlman 

1. Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?

I’d have to say that the characters of Flawed hijacked the story. When I wrote the original version, it had a completely different ending; in my first round of editing, I realized that Kara would never do what the ending had, so I changed it.

2. Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.

I think Flawed is a must read because it’s an easy read that describes a passion between two people not found often. This isn’t a sappy romance—it’s definitely Rated R…but I think not sticking to a moral high ground is refreshing, sometimes.

3. Have you written any other books that are not published?

Yes! Flawed is the first book in the Young and Privileged of Washington, DC series. The series currently has five books; I’m working on the sixth now and have more in mind for the future.

In addition to book six, I also have a couple of non-fiction books that I have. I plan to publish these in the future, but need to do some heavy updating (they were written years ago) and editing. I’m having too much fun with the romance novels to focus on these right now.

4. Pen or type writer or computer?

My writing process includes a combination of a laptop, a phone, and a pencil. First, I write the core of the story on a laptop. When I think it’s ready for a round of editing (my first round always includes tweaks to the story, fleshing out characters or scenes, and the like), I upload the Word document to my Kindle account.

Most of this first round of editing takes place in the Kindle app on my phone during my commute to and from work (I have a ~25 minute metro ride). I make notes etc in the app, and then manually incorporate the edits into the master file on my laptop.

When that’s done, I read through the edited book on my computer and continue to make changes until I feel it’s just about right. When it’s ready, I print a copy, and read through it again, editing it with a pencil.

I’ve found that my mind works best when I read through the books in these various ways—I tend to see the stories and characters in a slightly different light each time.

5. Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?"

Thank you so much for the support you’ve given me!! Please follow me on Instagram and Facebook to learn about new books, deals, and other news…and keep an eye out for book six!



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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Alphahole by DD Prince

DD Prince

Contemporary Romance

is an alphahole and absolutely infuriating.

going to effing love him!
bad boy, enemies-to-lovers, office, roommate romance.

nice girl. A nice girl who has recently figured out that nice girls
get the shaft. So, I've decided to become Carly 2.0 and say buh-bye
Carly 1.0, the doormat.

a problem, though. An alphahole is my new roommate and my CEO’s
son. He’s also my boss and the alphahole is gunning to ruin
A grade-A alpha male asshole.
epitome? Aiden Carmichael.

wants to give me the shaft. In multiple ways, if you get my
thing the new me has decided to fight back and if push comes to
shove, fight dirty.

Aiden. Alphahole. 
so the chick my father put in my corporate apartment and my
department at the office calls me. Whatever. She's got spunk. And a
great rack. She tries to come off as a badass, but I see right
through the act. If she's gonna tangle with me, she'll be the one to
get tied up in knots. It won't be me.
have no problem fighting and as far as I'm concerned, the dirtier the

Prince is a Canadian author living in Niagara Falls, Ontario with her
husband, 2 sons, and a menagerie of pets. She loves to read and
(tries to) write smutty books with substance. Loves books, fancy
pens, cherry blossoms, fall colours, and cheesy zombie flicks. Will
write for sushi.

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Saturday, October 13, 2018

Daredevil's Mistress Fire & Ice Book 1 by Charlene Namdhari

& Ice Book 1
Charlene Namdhari

Contemporary Romance

virgin Samantha Harman longs to escape her boring life and
overbearing father in South Africa. She gains temporary freedom when
she visits a friend’s ranch in Arizona. Her father's price for
letting her go? Return to an arranged marriage. But an unexpected
attraction to a sexy cowboy is hard to fight and soon she's in bed
with the devil.

Bentley, a hardworking no-nonsense rancher, has been hurt before. To
him, women are wanton troublemakers out for gold. Then his sister’s
feisty friend comes for a visit and ensnares him in a white-hot
passion that threatens to melt the icy wall around his heart. 

Samantha dare to defy her father’s demands and convince Cody to
take a chance on love?


Excerpt 1:

“She lives alone?” His brow furrowed deeply. “Your visit then is simply out
of the question.”
Here we go again. Samantha Harman rolled her eyes. She was a prisoner in
her father’s home, not allowed to go out, and heaven forbid she ask to meet a
girlfriend alone. A mere wish to join her friend, Kajal at the Northgate Mall ice
rink last week, ended in a similar heated argument. Unmarried girls without a
chaperone were taboo. Her cousins’ stories became the unceremonious joke at
every family function.
“Why not?” Samantha said, testing her father’s patience with the simple
request. Deborah Bentley, her college roommate, spent hours regaling her with
stories of ranch hands, horses, and barbecues which added a little excitement to
the prestigious but boring all girls’ college. Ten months ago, they said their
goodbyes. Deborah’s letter requesting Samantha to visit her in Arizona, USA
arrived as a total surprise.
“Diane, tell your daughter I won’t tolerate this insolence.” Her father darted
her mother a livid glare, rose and ambled to a large bay window. With his hands
cupped stiffly behind his back, he stared out.
“Samantha, I think—”
“I’m here, Papa. Why don’t you speak to me?” Samantha straightened and
interrupted her mother. Her father’s tyrannical behavior suffocated her
He swung around, his face red with rage made Samantha shrink back.
“Young lady, I will not tolerate my daughter speaking to me in this manner.”
“Why does it always have to be this way?”
“As long as you live under my roof, you will do as I say, do you
Samantha recognized the enmity in his voice. Her father ruled their house
like he did his business. With an iron fist and despised being challenged.
“Shall I move out then? I’m sure it will make you happy.” She didn’t think,
just spoke her mind. Not allowing his imperious stance and action deter her
without effort.
“Stop this insolence at once,” he shouted. Capable of calamitous anger, her
father was never this harsh. Right now, he appeared flustered by the
uncharacteristic intensity of his tone and swiveled away to stare out the window
once more.
Samantha glanced at her mother, elegantly dressed in satin silk, her lustrous
red hair pinned neatly in a knot at the back of head, and her green gaze fixed
intently on her husband. She sometimes wondered how her parents endured a
twenty-six year marriage. They were so different, both in character and behavior;
her father cold and ruthless, her mother sweet and charming. Maybe they made
up for each other’s weaknesses.
Her mother stood and walked across to her husband. She placed a hand on
his shoulder, squeezing. “Please, Deven, talk to Samantha.”
“Do we know this girl? What’s her name?” Her father stared at her mother.
“Deborah visited during the holidays last year. Seems like a wonderful girl,
very polite and friendly. It may be good for Samantha to go—”
Her father’s suppressive behavior amazed her as Samantha caught sight of
the contemptuous glare he leveled on her mother which froze her words. The
man seriously believed in the age old tradition where men of the house made all
the decisions whether right or wrong, while his wife remained at his side
dubiously stoned with placating indifference. The mannerism a true reflection he
didn’t take kindly being told what others thought he should or shouldn’t do.
Samantha conceded her life was plenty different from her friends. Her
parents survived the boundaries of a mixed race betrothal only because her father
came from Indian royalty and her mother from an openly diverse British family.
Even though they lived in South Africa, her father ensured a way of life he
deemed an equivalent of his royal heritage and expected his family to follow
suit. He demanded respect.
“Papa, please. Deborah lives with her older brother.” Samantha subtly left
out the fact Deborah lived with not one but three single brothers. He’d probably
throw a hissy fit if he found out.
“What business is he in, Sam?” he asked a tad calmer.
Sam, a pet name which sometimes gave her the distinct impression her father
desired a son as his first born, yet they never wanted any more children. “They
own a ranch.”
“So they’re mere ranch hands.” He cast Samantha an arrogant glower.
“These people are beneath your status. You were raised like a princess. What in
heaven’s name will you find of interest on a ranch?”
The pompous tone irked her, and she clenched her fists. “Oh, c’mon, Papa,
I’m twenty-four years old. Stop treating me like a child. Let me make my own
decisions for once,” Samantha retaliated with irritation. “I’m not asking for a
marriage proposal. I want a vacation. On my own. Just this once.”
“I’m well aware it’s not a marriage proposal.” He walked back and sat down
on the closest sofa. “The world out there, Sam, is harsh and I only want what’s
best for you.” His interrogative gray eyes locked with hers. Tall man, strong built
and stern, his countenance more like a gentleman from the sixteenth century
with his curled moustache and long sideburns. He rarely dressed in anything else
except three-piece suits and polished shoes.
Samantha dropped into the seat and grasped his hand in a gentle squeeze. “I
know, but…but you won’t live forever, you know. When do I experience the
realities of life?” she pleaded softly, her anger momentarily forgotten.
“You’ve never been out of South Africa on your own.”
“Whose fault is that?” Samantha responded hotly then changed tactics when
his brow lifted. One of his many warning signs to tread lightly. She huffed and
continued calmly. “I finished my studies, which you allowed then refused to let
me work, not even in your office. Apart from dinner parties with old, dreary
people, I sit at home bored,” she said. “I wanna see and do something else, and
this is the perfect opportunity.” She watched her father, and her shoulders sagged
in misery. He looked away and stared into the fire.
Despite their profound traditions, none of the functions she attended held the
appeal of the Indian flair of bright colors and music. It usually consisted of aunts
and uncles who met once a week for family dinners. The idea of waking each
morning for the next month to a totally different discovery other than the usual
routine sounded like a new adventure and she wanted excitement.
Samantha waited patiently as her father turned his head and studied her for a
long intense moment. “I have one condition, then.”
“What is it?” She caught her mother’s hopeful gaze. Somewhere in the
recesses of her mind apprehension grew.
“Rajesh has asked for your hand in marriage, and on your return, you will
accept his proposal?”
Samantha’s jaw dropped in stunned silence. Seriously? Ok, she expected an
arranged marriage but not to Rajesh Rao. Her apparent suitor appeared wealthy
but dull and pretentious. With his Armani suits and brushed back hair, she’d
never seen him so much as tap a toe to a beat. “What?” she said at last. “But…
but Papa—”
“No buts, Sam. My condition is simple, if you still want to go on this
“Can’t we discuss it on my return?”
Slowly, he shook his head. “No. Rajesh is exactly what I want in a son-inlaw.
It’s a good business deal for both families from a personal and professional
Typical! Anything to clinch a business deal. Sell your daughter to the highest
bidder too.
She wanted to fall in love, not be forced into it. In her mind, love was
supposed to come naturally. It would be easy to accept any man as her husband
in accordance with her father’s dictates. Her desire, however, comprised of a
man able to express his love in return. Not a parody of her father, which Rajesh
emulated quite well. Love meant going weak at the knees, and Rajesh, purely
put, held no excitement. No oomph.
Samantha wanted to jump into the deep end of a pool with her true love and
swim together to safety. Not sink because of their inability to trust each other.
“What about what I want?”
“End of discussion, Sam. My condition stands, if you want to go.” His tone
remained matter of fact.
Exasperation set in as her gaze met her mother’s solemn expression of
subservient obedience. Over time, Samantha learned when it came to her father,
her mother never argued. Truth be told, her mother would rather suffocate to
death than indulge in a battle of wits with her husband.
Once he made up his mind, no one could argue any further with her father. “I
agree.” Samantha exhaled on a slow breath. God, what am I getting myself into?
She wanted freedom, right? Sheltered, it became essential for her to experience
life. Dancing, dating, and perhaps live on the wild side for a while. What it
meant, she wasn’t sure right now. Maybe it started with a simple decision, like a
serious wardrobe change for instance. And this was her ticket, so to speak.

and raised in the coastal city of Durban, South Africa and now living
in the City of Gold, Johannesburg, Charlene's days are an energetic
mixture of a full time job, a wife and Mom to two beautiful
teenagers. She holds a Law Degree and is an avid events

writing is the wings to holistic escapism, she makes the time in her
busy schedule giving life to her dreams of bringing together passion
filled heroes and heroines in a happily ever after.

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