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So 2013 has come to an end, and although I didn't quite meet my reading goal of 100 books this year, I did find some new favourites!
Below, and in no particular order, you'll find my 10 favourite reads for the year that was 2013. I've included the links to my review and the goodreads page for each book, should you want to check them out.
So, I hope you all have a happy and safe New Year, and here's to finding some amazing reads in 2014!!
Publisher: Breathless Books an Imprint of Assent Publishing
Release Date: Oct 7 2013
Formats/Editions Available In: eBook
An accountant's calculated attempt to fit in entangles her
with Hollywood's hottest tattoo artist who thrives on standing out. Worlds collide as the two decide what is
on the outside looking in, accountant, Lindsay Stevens, has calculated her
transformation from a small town, nerdy bookkeeper to a sleek, high-powered
accountant down to the last penny. With
all her checks finally in balance, she moves to California to start a new life
free of her embarrassing past she never wants revealed.
Hollywood's hottest tattoo artist, Shane Elliott thrives on standing out. Charismatic and free of commitments, he
travels through life with a wink and a smile, hiding the letters he receives
from the IRS as if they don't exist. Now
with bills to pay and tax collectors breathing down his back, for the first
time in his life Shane can't charm his way out of his situation. However, when his new neighbor literally
falls into his life, he knows he has struck gold once again.
Lindsay tries to keep her distance, she suddenly finds herself trying to hide
her true self as she thrust into a world she doesn't think she belongs, but
can't resist. In his good-time life,
Shane must discover there is more to
life than a party if he wants something more.
their lives intertwined, the two must learn accept each other, themselves and their love.
collide as they decide what is truly permanent.
Permanent is the first book
in the Indelibly Marked Series that follows the lives and loves of those
surrounding Permanent Tattoo.
entire entourage, including a few people she didn’t know had joined in her search
party, but she could only focus on Shane as he guided her into the driveway and
sprinted to her car.
barely threw the transmission in park before Shane opened the door and
practically got inside with her. Though she wanted to protest, or tell him he
was making too big of a thing out of it, her body disobeyed and she wrapped her
arms around his neck. This time she denied herself nothing and purposely leaned
in and took a big long whiff of his soap. She was done for. “Oh God.”
never going to do that to Shane again, are we?” He leaned in and kissed her
lightly on the cheek, grazing the corner of her mouth.
didn’t realize she’d held her breath until her lungs demanded air and she
gasped and grabbed Shane’s leg. When her hand grazed across his jeans, she
swore she’d never felt anything quite so supple and pliable, a well-worn fine
nap not unlike the most expensive velvet beneath her fingertips. Beneath his
jeans she could clearly make out the definition of his toned thigh. The
contrast of textures overloaded her senses.
“Did you know the 5 freeway and the Golden State freeway are the same?”
chuckled but didn’t move away from her. In fact, his dark blue eyes stared so
intently that she studied his arm tattoos. One thing about Shane was that every
part of him was interesting to look at.
were you on the 5?”
trying to get back from Orange County.” She admitted it like she’d committed a
felony, and stared at his forearm. His smooth skin gave him the perfect
showcase to display his personal artwork. Without really thinking, she touched
his arm and used her nail to trace one of the leafy vines that trailed and
curled around his forearm. “I’m sorry, it was for work.”
did you think of it?”
thought it was very repetitive.” She took in a black panther’s paw. The tattoos
were all part of him and her mouth dried, causing her voice to sound strained.
“Why was Orange County off limits?” Her finger made it around the back of the
panther, and then almost as if she awakened from her trance, she stopped.
put his hand over hers. “Finish.”
didn’t you want me to go to Orange County?” She looked up at his face, his
focus clearly on her hand and she allowed her finger to resume its trek.
didn’t want you to like it there.”
hand made it back to where it started and she shook her head. “Everything there
was too much the same.”
good to like things that are a little less conventional.” His voice lowered.
licked her lips to impart any moisture she could into her arid mouth. With
Shane in her car in front of a tattoo shop in downtown Los Angeles, she doubted
her problem was being conventional. Her problem was that she didn’t have the
data to deal with the unconventional.
Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her love of happy endings
inspired her to create her own.
Southern California native, Kim's contemporary romance combines Hollywood magic
with pop culture to create quirky characters set against some of most unique
and colorful settings in the world.
weakness for designer purses, bad boys and techno geeks, Kim married her own
computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running and
finally admitted handbags were an investment.
a member of the Romance Writers of America, as well as some small specialty
chapters. A multi-published author,
Kim's books can be found on Amazon as well as Barnes & Nobel. From alcohol to makeup to infrared cameras
and even scientific lasers studying the atmosphere, Kim has worked in some
aspect of sales and marketing for over twenty years.
not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los
Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
Fractured Innocence (IFICS #2Freak of Nature) By Julia Crane Release Date: December 24, 2013 *Warning 17+ due to sexual gritty topic and language.
Kaitlyn and Erik are sent on a mission to track down Vance Dasvoik, a ruthless monster. His latest thrill—abducting and selling young women.
Vance's current victim: Aaliyah, a seventeen-year-old who never imagined walking her brother home from school one evening would change her life forever.
The mission quickly turns personal for Kaitlyn when she finds Aaliyah beaten, her mind and soul fractured from abuse of the worst kind. Kaitlyn knows firsthand what it's like to be haunted by the past and resolves to bring justice to the elusive Dasvoik.
In the dead of night their boat went unnoticed by the sentries as the current tossed the boat around. If they were like most guards they were probably dozing on the job. But she had to assume they were heavily armed and dangerous. Erik hit the throttle and veered off at the last second bringing the boat back around again, getting as close as possible.
Dim lights glowed from some of the portholes, but most were dark.
Kaitlyn analyzed the wind and gauged the waves before leaping forward, she grabbed ahold of the ladder rung and pulled herself up quickly, climbing with ease. Erik was close on her heels.
Silently Kaitlyn dropped to the floor, and simply stood there watching, listening. Her mind went cold, analytical. She could hear muted voices, footsteps scraping, water dripping, the hum of fluorescent lights. In the distance someone coughed. No one was aware of their presence.
The ship was old, rusty and large. It was 965 foot long and had almost 3,000 shipping containers on it. The captives could be anywhere. Mentally she went over the blue prints seeking out the largest rooms where Dasvoik would most likely sleep. She vectored in a couple of locations.
The stench was overwhelming—rotten food, feces and urine to name a few mixed with the salty air. While her sensors were busy sorting out the different scents, sounds and possible scenarios they could encounter, Kaitlyn panned back and forth scanning the area, taking in the heat sensors.
Several different caution symbols illuminated on her internal screen. Nearby an armed guard stood off to her left. The man was completely unaware he was a breath away from death— if he made the wrong move.
Julia crane is the author of the Coexist: Keegan’s Chronicles. She has a bachelors degree in criminal justice. Julia has believed in magical creatures since the day her grandmother first told her an Irish tale. Growing up her mother greatly encouraged reading and using your imagination. Although she’s spent most of her life on the US east coast, she currently lives in Dubai with her husband and three children.
Layers Deep Author: Lacey Silks Genre: Erotic Romance Categories: M/F with
HEA ending Release Date: December 4, 2013 Publisher: MyLit Publishing Format: eBook (paperback TBA)
He needs her to save a friend.
She needs him to plan her revenge.
Their pasts scar them Layers Deep.
Their passion distracts them...
...and distractions can be fatal.
Tristan Cross is battling emotional demons from the past. He lives in a world
where trust is earned, loyalties are tested, and love is impossible. That is,
until he meets Allie Green. She’s the only woman who can help him find a
kidnapped friend and to top it off, she captivates him. All he has to do now is
persuade her to work for Cross Enterprises, his top investigations firm.
Allie Green is a rookie cop seeking revenge and she’s willing to sell her soul
to get it. When an opportunity to use Tristan Cross presents itself so does the
time for payback. As her vengeance boils her blood she can’t keep her mind off
her new boss and Allie finds it difficult to keep her employment professional.
With the mouth watering Tristan Cross distracting her, she struggles to
prioritize an undercover job she’s been assigned and her hunger for revenge.
And when you’re ready to give up your life to save someone else, distractions
can be fatal.
Note: This book is the first part of a Trilogy that is designed to
be read in order. Tristan and Allie will get their happy ending but not until
book 2. This book contains a cliff hanger ending you will not expect. A prequel
to the series which can be read alone is Dazzled by Silver.
Warning: This title contains erotic situations, and graphic language. Intended
for adult audience 18+.
My feet pressed to the floor as the elevator lifted against gravity.
Tristan turned, facing me. His sultry stare bore through my body, and I felt my
back press against the mirrored wall.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to hold power
over me; no man ever had. I was a cop. A strong cop who wasn’t swayed by crying
mothers, cute puppies, or gorgeous hunks speeding in their Ferraris, offering
everything they owned and more. But I was also a woman – and to Tristan, my
body responded of its own accord. I felt my breasts swell and I wished I’d worn
a dress with a larger top: one that could hold the twins in better. Tristan
didn’t seem to mind.
“So, what will two thousand dollars buy me, sweetheart?”
Even if we were playing, I had a feeling this was going to be one
hell of an interview—one of the best ones I’d ever had.
“Whatever you want.” I wondered how far he’d go, and how far I’d
allow him to go. I already knew what he wanted. My instincts were solid,
especially the hormonal ones. My body had secretly ached for his touch since
he’d walked into the auditorium. And that one deep kiss we’d shared in his car
was like a teasing spoonful of chocolate cake. I craved chocolate cake; and not
just a bite.
And before I could say another word, Tristan crushed his mouth to
mine, possessing it like he owned me, spreading my lips apart with his needy
tongue. The hint of scotch still lingered in his mouth. And at this moment, he
did own me. Every. Single. Piece of me.
His grip on my wrists above my head would have normally enraged me.
But tonight I wasn’t a cop, and his strong and demanding fingers wrapped around
my hands like cuffs, burning me with a long-forgotten yearning.
The force of his lips devoured mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.
The few moans that escaped me, Tristan swallowed. I had no room to breathe and
found hardly enough strength to stand on my legs.
He let go of my mouth and trailed his lips along my jaw to my cheek
and ear before lowering down my neck, pinning me against the wall. Oh, God, he
felt so good against my body. Everything inside me twisted and tightened and
released in unbearable pulses between my thighs. I breathed him in, the oak
smell of his scotch imprinted in his skin and in his hair.
The elevator halted and Tristan jolted up as if he’d just realized
what he’d done. He searched my eyes with his as if asking permission to go on.
And for the first time tonight, doubt crept in. He leaned his forehead against
“We can’t do this. I’m your employee,” I whispered into his mouth.
But inside, I laughed at my own unconvincing words, feeling the heat between my
legs penetrate my dampened panties.
The open elevator door chimed the second time.
“Your body says we can.” He cupped my engorged breasts, one in each
hand, squeezing them in slow motion, feeling their full weight.
I held my breath, pushing my chest into his palms, filling them.
He looked straight into my eyes. “And you’re not hired until the
This time, his mouth took my lips slowly. The forceful tongue
softened, teasing my gums, and I couldn’t get enough of his taste as he guided
me into his apartment. We never broke our kiss and I couldn’t remember when my
arms wrapped around his neck and fingers weaved through his silky hair.
Tristan’s hands slid down my body and under my skirt, scrunching it up to my
waist, and I felt him smile against my mouth.
“You’re prepared.” His palm covered the hand gun in a holster
strapped to my thigh.
“You never know what weirdo you’ll run into on the street.”
He laughed, pulling the buckle open. Tristan set my piece aside on
“What else are you hiding there?” He drew his finger along my brow,
looking deep into my eyes. And for a moment I thought he could see everything,
including my soul.
“Things I can never forget.” Did I just say that?
“I want to help you forget, for tonight at least.” The comfort and
understanding in his eyes struck me deep inside. But behind those deep
amber-like gems there was also pain. I wasn’t the only one hurting. Whatever
had happened to Tristan must have been bad. Perhaps he was scarred as deep as I
was? Had he ever allowed anyone to see what was hidden, layers deep inside his
heart? I wondered what secrets he held and whether he’d share them.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice thickened with lust as his
fingers gripped the lace panties on my ass. The way he’d said this so
nonchalantly comforted me. Like it was something we both needed and wanted.
A fuck to forget.
“If that’s what two thousand dollars buys, fuck away.” When I looked
into his eyes, Tristan understood completely.
Tightening his grip, he lifted me up and seized my mouth. I wrapped
my legs around his waist, my arms holding onto his upper body. Tristan carried
me across his apartment, but I couldn’t remember a single detail about the
place, except the faint smell of scotch, manly musk, and Tristan.
I loved smelling him.
His lips felt so good and natural against my mouth, just as it had
when he’d kissed me that first time in the car. I’d dreamt about that luscious
kiss every night. But this was much better than a dream, because his lips were
warm and real. His bulging arms and flexing muscles as he carried me so
effortlessly pulsed under my body. I wasn’t sure when he’d laid me down on the
bed, or removed my skirt, panties, or even the top, because the next time he
pulled away from my mouth and I looked up, I was naked, in a faintly lit
bedroom, propped on my elbows, watching Tristan remove his jeans and shirt.
Lacey is an Author of Erotic Romance. Her stories come from her life,
dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes
to make her readers blush and experience the story as if they were the
characters. Drawing on the reader’s most sensitive emotions through realistic
stories satisfies her more than… …ok not really, but you get the point;) She
likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy
lingerie-especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing
is a ‘birthday suit’.