Review: Expose Me (The Fifth Avenue Trilogy, #3) by Kate Hewit

Expose Me by Kate Hewitt
(The Fifth Avenue, #3)
TEN YEARS AGO ONE DEVASTATING NIGHT CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR AUSTIN, HUNTER AND ALEX. NOW THEY MUST EACH PLAY THEIR PART IN THE REVENGE AGAINST THE ONE MAN WHO RUINED IT ALL.

With ruthless determination, Alex Diaz has risen up from his deprived roots to become the head of a global media empire. But he has one last thing to achieve…avenge his friend by destroying the man responsible for her death, Jason Treffen. With stunning talk-show host Chelsea Maxwell about to interview Treffen live on TV, this is Alex’s chance.
He’ll use her show to exact a very public revenge—and seducing Chelsea, if needed, would certainly be no hardship. But he underestimates Chelsea and the attraction between them, and as their relationship deepens, Alex realizes that to annihilate Treffen could also shatter the life that Chelsea has built to protect herself….

Release w/Excerpt: Fast Glamour by Maggie Marr

RECENTLY
RELEASED
FAST
GLAMOUR
 BY MAGGIE MARR
Glamour
Series, #3
New
Adult Contemporary
Released
July 23, 2014

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A broken heart forever
bears scars. . .

Sterling Legend grew
up a prince in the City of Angels. His life was perfect and he wanted for
nothing until his entire world shattered. He lost everything dear to him the
year he turned seventeen. Now he’s grown into a formidable man on the cusp of
outrageous success. His life revolves around his work and all the beautiful
baubles that Los Angeles can offer to a wealthy young man. He’s buried his
feelings and his heart so that he will never be hurt again. 

A lost love that she
could never forget . . .

Rhiannon Bliss was
forced to leave L.A. to extinguish the fire of a first love, but an ocean, a
different country, and seven years couldn’t quell her desires. Now she’s
returned to the City of Angels to care for her mother. Can she fight her
feelings for the man that once broke her heart? Does she even want to? 

Finding your way back
to love can be an impossible path. . . 

Sterling Legend is at
the top of the entertainment industry. His fast rise to success due to his
talent and to his last name. But Sterling wants to find success on his own. He
is on the path to producing his first film, without his famous father as the
star, when the ex-love of his life re-enters his world. Rhiannon Bliss left
seven years before without a word. Sterling has no need to forgive, but his
desire for Rhiannon is overwhelming. Can two broken hearts use the heat of
their attraction to find their way back to love? 
                                                            About
the Author
Maggie Marr grew up in the Midwest and made the move
to Los Angeles to work in the movie business. 
She was a motion picture literary agent for ICM before becoming a full
time writer.  She's written for film and
TV and ghostwritten for celebrities.  She
lives in Los Angeles with her husband and children.


Other
titles in the series that can be read as standalone. 
“Dude, what is up with all these guys letting themselves get pussy-whipped?” Webber shook his head and a look of disdain covered his face. He took a long drink of cabernet.
            My gaze swept the room. This was opening night for The Amanda Legend Gallery and the renovated space in Venice was packed with people.
            “Look over there,” Webber gestured. “Dillon MacAvoy, famous ladies’ man, is married, guy, he’s friggin’ married. As in completely-off-the-market, one pussy forever. Poor guy.”
            Dillon bent toward Lane, his wife and my sister’s best friend, and she whispered in his ear. He leaned toward her and gave her a gentle kiss. The look on Dillon’s face made it clear he didn’t think being married to Lane was a burden to bear.
            “Then there’s Ryan and your sister. No offense to her, I mean she’s a fucking hot piece
of—”
            My eyebrows tightened and I turned my head. “Webber, you’re talking about my sister.”
            “Oh, right, man, sorry,” he tapped me on the arm and rolled his eyes upward as if to say what-the-hell-was-I-thinking. “She’s hot and I get that they’re in love, but married? Ryan and Amanda are going to get married? What is the world coming to? Even Choo!” Webber swung his arm out and pointed toward Choo MacAvoy, Dillon’s little brother, who was standing with his boyfriend Jackson. “Even he’s paired off.” Webber shook his head and took another gulp from his wineglass.
            “I guess all that’s left is you, your dad, and me. The three amigos on the hunt for women throughout the world.” Webber raised his glass to toast us.
            I glanced toward Dad. He stood in the center of the gallery with a blonde on one arm and a redhead on the other. He was single right now, but I wasn’t certain that he’d remain single. Since Mom’s death, marrying and divorcing seemed to be his latest hobby.
            “Speaking of on-the-hunt,” Webber said, “I spy a lovely little brunette I’ve yet to meet. She looks like she needs help finding me.” Webber punched me in the arm. “Later.”
            I tilted my glass of wine to my lips. Webber might never get married, and I was right behind him on that decision. I accepted that true love existed. I’d been witness to it, when I was little, between my parents, and with Dillon and Lane and Ryan and Amanda. I’d even experienced true love, once—but I’d been so young that to call it a romance was a bit of a stretch. A crush was probably more like it. Regardless, I wasn’t ever going down that road. Giving away your heart hurt. Why suffer the soul-crushing defeat of lost love when I could enjoy the hedonistic pleasure of a new girl every night? This was L.A. and I was a Legend. Let the ladies line up.
            Amanda swept toward me and Ryan trailed in her wake. Webber was right, my sister was a knockout.
            “So, what do you think?” she asked. She knotted her fingers together and raised her eyebrows.
            My eyes swept over the giant space with high ceilings and great lighting to accentuate the art. The dark wood floors were varnished to perfection. Magnificent art adorned the walls. A hip and eclectic crowd filled with collectors and people with money to spend were here at the opening of Amanda’s new gallery.
            “I think you’re a hit,” I said. I kissed my sister on the cheek. “You saw all the paparazzi outside?”
            “That’s because of Daddy and Dillon and this guy,” Amanda hitched her thumb toward Ryan who stood beside her, “not my gallery.” 
            “Press is press, little sister. And with your eye,” I glanced at a giant piece that took up an entire wall, “I think you are in for much success.”
            The Amanda Legend Gallery was opening with a bang. This event had become “red carpet” with the appearance of my father, his famous friends, and all the famous people Amanda and I had collected in our Hollywood life. I wasn’t certain how many sales she’d racked up in this first night, but I’d overheard a number of collectors mentioning that most of the paintings were sold.
            “Thank you!” Amanda nearly burst with pride. The light shining through her eyes made me happy. She glanced from me to Ryan, and then toward our Dad. “I’m so lucky to share this with my three favorite guys.”
            Ryan lifted her hand that he clasped tightly in his and kissed her fingers. The giant diamond he’d just given to her when they’d recently gone to Paris sparkled in the light. Another man down for the count. I nodded toward Ryan. He knew I would love him like a brother, but I also had big expectations when it came to the man who would marry my little sister. 
            Forgiving Ryan Sinclair for being a douchebag was easy because of the permanent smile affixed to my sister’s face. The guy hadn’t been my favorite in the beginning, but post rehab—the second time—and my sister was the happiest I’d seen her in the seven years since our mom had died.
            “I have to go schmooze,” Amanda said. “I’ll see you later.” She leaned toward me. “Oh, by the way, that painting you’re ogling was done by someone you know. Very well.”
            I crinkled my eyebrows. Amanda and Ryan escaped into the crowd. I turned back to the giant painting that had captured my attention. Who did I know that was an artist? I stood in front of the giant work. It was almost a mural. The bright colors grabbed me. My gut twisted in response to the images before me.
            “Do you like it?”
            My heart kicked against my ribcage. Was it . . . Could it be? The voice was familiar and yet, deeper, darker, older . . . sexier. Summertime memories of a beautiful girl flickered in my mind, memories of a girl who had nearly been a woman, and me nearly a man. A girl I loved. A girl I could have made a life with if I’d known, even known at the tender age of seventeen, what making a life with someone meant. A girl who’d disappeared and had taken my heart with her. I turned.
            Rhiannon.
            My chest tightened. My breath caught in my lungs.
            Rhiannon had been that girl.
            Rhiannon stood in before me in a silky slip of a dress, tall and willowy with long lush white-blonde hair draped over her shoulders. Haunting green eyes stared out from atop cheekbones that looked sculpted from marble. She was so beautiful, so ethereal, that she didn’t even look real. Her lips turned upward into a smile.
            “You’re looking very well,” she said. 
            I maintained my cool Legend exterior. Rhiannon had been a mere schoolboy crush. Hadn’t she?
            “Rhiannon,” I said. I leaned forward and grasped her hand and pressed my lips to each of her cheeks. A scent rich and dark like cinnamon trailed her. The scent caused memories to pop in my mind. Memories of blankets, and beaches, and Malibu and first kisses.
            Heat jolted me. Desire coiled thick in my gut. I forced a coolness into my face. I hadn’t touched Rhiannon since I was seventeen and yet, and yet, her skin, her hand in mine seemed familiar, natural.
            “It’s been forever,” Rhiannon said.
            My throat clutched. Never at a loss for words and yet, in this moment her ethereal beauty blinded me. I was barely able to put words together in my mind and form the syllables on my lips.
            “It has,” I said. I cleared my throat. Recovered. I’d bedded the most beautiful women in the world; I could speak to Rhiannon Bliss. “Haven’t you been in Ireland and … London?”
            “Good memory,” she said. She flipped her golden locks over her shoulder and glanced down at her wine. “The last four years I’ve been in Paris, and now I’m here.”
            “And now you’re here.” My head spun with her words. Rhiannon was here. In Los Angeles. After nearly seven years away, seven years of silence, seven years of memories, Rhiannon Bliss was again standing next to me and having the same effect she’d had on me when I was seventeen.
            “You never answered my question,” Rhiannon said. She nodded toward the painting behind me. “Do you like it?”
            I glanced over my shoulder. The landscape was familiar and yet distant, rendered in a surreal manner. “I do,” I said. “It seems so familiar in an eerie way.”
            “Ah, so you do remember that view,” Rhiannon said.
            I cocked one eyebrow upward and my gaze locked onto those green eyes. Green eyes that I could fall into forever.
            “It’s at my mom’s place, on the plateau.”
            Heat grabbed my chest and pulsed through me. I knew that spot. We knew that spot. That spot in Malibu, on Gayle Bliss’s ranch, would forever hold a place in my life.
            “You painted this?”
            She nodded. Her eyes said so many things to me in this moment, things that words could never tell me. There were so many questions I wanted to ask. But pain, fear, and a broken heart stopped me. I had questions that only a man who needed answers, or who wanted to pursue a lost love, would ask. And I was definitely not that man. Love was not on my itinerary—not in this lifetime.
            “It’s beautiful,” I said. I plastered the Legend look of nonchalance onto my face.
            Rhiannon’s eyebrow cocked upward, and the smile widened across her face. “I see you’ve mastered the Legend facade,” she said. Her voice lilted and teased. My head jerked back; I was not used to anyone ever calling me on my shit. That didn’t happen in this town, not when you were a Legend.
            I smiled. Why pretend there was no history, when Rhiannon was here to tell me otherwise. “You remember that?” I asked.
            “How could I ever forget?” She glanced toward the giant painting. “You should buy it,” she said, “before someone else does.”
            “Yes,” I said. “Maybe I should.”
            My gaze swept the room as I sipped my wine. I caught Webber’s eye across the room. He’d stopped chatting up the new brunette and stood with his palms up. He looked at me and shook his head. His pointed at me and then he drew a heart in the air. He shook his head, as though I was the next man down for the count. 

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Release: Sugar on Edge by Sawyer Bennett

SUGAR
ON THE EDGE
By
USA Today Best-selling Author Sawyer
Bennett
Last
Call, #3
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Released

July 28, 2014
 
He’s utterly alone…


Tortured and existing in a dark spiral of despair, bestselling
British author, Gavin Cooke, has come to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to
escape the seedy lifestyle he had been living in London and in a desperate
attempt to regain his writing focus. He’s twisted, bitter and angry at the
world. He’s a loner… needing not a single thing other than his Scotch and a
laptop upon which he can bang out his next erotic, dark thriller.
She’s running in place and getting
nowhere…
Savannah Shepherd’s life is falling apart. Her dream of being a
wildlife photographer seems a distant memory and she’s barely able to make ends
meet. Driving herself forward with no clear goals apparent, she’s about ready
to pack up her bags and head home with her tail between her legs.
Two unlikely lovers…
He’s raw, forceful and a dirty talker. She’s a flowers and
romance type of girl. Yet within each other, they find a mutual craving that
can only be satisfied by giving in to their desires for one another.
Lust turns into something more… something they were not looking
for but tentatively accept. Will it be enough to push them past the obstacles
of Gavin’s bitter past?

*SUGAR ON THE EDGE can be read as a stand-alone*


 USA Today Best-Selling author,
Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who
decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating
in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they
have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she
doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk
chocolate.
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Cover Reveal w/Giveaway: Forget You by Jennifer Snyder

FORGET YOU
By Jennifer
Snyder
Cold Creek
Companion Series
New Adult
Contemporary
Expected
Release: September 2, 2014
Cover  designed
by Lindee Robinson Photography
Eva
Bennett might be known for her candid approach and sharp tongue, but on the
inside she’s still a vulnerable twenty-four year old who’s sick of kissing
toads and being habitually single.

Full
of comical one-liners and wielding a charming smile, Sawyer Keeton is more than
meets the eye. After the news of his brother’s tragic death, however, Sawyer is
pulled into a place filled with crippling emotions and pain—a place no one can
seem to reach him…until the moment Eva steps into his life.

A
twist of fate will bring them together and then tear them apart, forcing the
two to learn there are people in life whom you cherish and pray will never
forget you.

Goodreads:


About the Author
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she
spends most of her time writing New Adult and Young Adult Fiction, reading, and
struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an
obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with
her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur
inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal,
teenage-targeted TV shows.

SHATTERED SOUL was my debut novel and no, you haven’t
seen the end of me yet…
The author is offering an ARC of FORGET YOU to one lucky person! To enter, please visit the giveaway on Jennifer Snyder's Facebook page!

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