Friday, May 20, 2016

Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: The Bad Decision Legacy by Morgan Kay

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The Men of Machismo #1
Morgan Kay
Released May 12th, 2016
Sleeping Dragon Press

The Men of Machismo series revolves around nine friends who worked together in a male revue. Each book follows the life of a different former dancer seven years later. The Bad Decision Legacy is Will and Tonya’s story.

Tonya’s psychotic ex is stalking her. Not the best time to meet men, still her best friend begs her to show up for blind date dinner. Her plan includes the meet and greet, then heading home. Of course, she never expected a man who sent every hormone in her body into high alert. Will looked like her next bad decision.

Will’s work as a divorce lawyer included discouraging embittered women from ramming their soon to be exes with the car or setting fire to their husband’s latest girlfriend. No wonder he fell hard for Tonya. The first woman he met with no agenda, well almost none. It’s obvious Tonya is knee deep in trouble, but refuses to ask for help. Instead of running the other way, he contemplates dashing into the tornado she refers to as her life. With any luck, he might survive.

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A quick scan revealed he was in his business attire, minus the suit jacket. His loosened tie and undone top button announced he was ready to leave work behind for the day. He held out his empty hand. “Hi, I’m Will, Will Robinson.”
Tonya gave his hand a vigorous shake remembering from her business training that a weak handshake always decreased the client’s confidence in your ability. “Hi, Will Robinson. Wasn’t your family trying to get to Alpha Centauri?” The quip may have been ill-advised, but his name brought up memories of an old science fiction show sometimes featured in black and white reruns. It also helped cover her surprise that a simple touch jumpstarted a chemical reaction, one she’d considered out of commission.
Will kept her hand a tad longer than needed, while he smiled with his eyes. “Ah, we weren’t that Robinson family. Mine was the one that hadn’t seen the show and didn’t understand why naming me Will was not a kindness.”
Tonya found herself grinning back at the witty male. “Did the other kids pick on you?”
“Not too much, but there was this one female who gave me a hard time, and I didn’t even know her name.” He nodded toward the front door where Lynne stood waiting.
She almost asked him what grade that was until she realized he was referring to her. “Oh, her. The name’s Tonya Smiley.”
Her last name embarrassed her. It was such a cute name. Why couldn’t she have an ordinary name like Tyler or Brooks? To push past the inevitable remarks about her being smiley or having a beautiful smile or even her name suiting her, she went defensive. “Why were you sneaking around eavesdropping on our girl talk?”
Her abrupt question triggered Lynne’s coughing. In between coughs, she managed to mutter, “Watch it.”
Will threw his hands up over his head, one still wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle. “You got me. I’m guilty. I snuck out the side door that Marc showed me to retrieve the wine I forgot. The two of you were deep into conversation. I didn’t think it was my place to interrupt, but when I felt your outfit was being criticized, I had to say something.”

Q & A with Morgan Kay

What books/authors have influenced your writing?

Catherine Coulter, Linda Howard, Amanda Quick/Jayne Castle are a few. Margaret Mitchell’s Scarlett in Gone with the Wind blew me away because she was a mean girl and still got to be the main character. Catherine Coulter and Linda Howard are both mistresses of suspense. I love Jayne Castle/Amanda Quick for dialogue and characters.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

Cleaning the bathroom, probably because it was always my chore as a child. It seems like I’ve never got out of this particular job.

Share a funny incident in your life.

I try to take at least one belly dancing class in the summer. Last year, I took sword dancing where I balanced an actual scimitar on my head. I left class with my sword on the front seat and still in costume. I was speeding down an unknown road when I was pulled over by a young state trooper. I stopped because I thought he wanted to go around me. No such luck. He asked me if I knew I was speeding. I told him, “Yes, I did notice that’s why I slowed down.” I didn’t get a ticket. He didn’t ask me about the sword on the front seat, but I did get a police escort almost all the way home, which probably ticked off everyone behind us.

What's your pet peeve?

Buying a pet without considering the care involved, then trying to dump the pet at the shelter.

When you are in writer mode, music or no music? If music do you have a playlist

I discovered I pay too much attention to the music. I write faster in silence. Although, sometimes I do use gamma tones videos on YouTube that help with creativity.

Who was your favorite hero/heroine.

Not sure how to take this question so I’ll give you several answers. In literature, my favorite character was Dr. Watson. He balanced out Sherlock Holmes and often rescued him.

On television, I like Rick Castle on the television show, Castle, because he always does things he shouldn’t, gets in trouble, and somehow manages to extract himself from the mess.

In my own books, I have a fondness for Donna in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries because she’s blunt and does exactly what she wants, well, most of the time.

 Have you ever had one character you wanted to go one way with but after the book was done the character was totally different.

Simpson in Love or Deception was supposed to be a secondary character. I had to go back and rewrite the book because he became the character that ties together the entire Suspicious Circumstance series.

5 Stars

When I started reading this book, I wonderd, the start was slow and yet funny. The more pages I flipped through I found myself totally fascinated by this Story. Tonya story wove through a stalker a new boyfriend, who honeslty would be any girls dream. At the times the story made me laugh and at times it had me on the edge of my seat. Seeing her grow and begin to live was great, even managing to escape her stalker. Great story plot and well written, kept me on the edge of my seat till the last page... Thank you to Tasty Book Tours for giving me the opportunity to read & review The Bad Decision Legacy.

Morgan K Wyatt writes steamy romances with a side of laughter under the name of Morgan Kay. The wisecracking heroines and hunky heroes are similar to the ones in her mainstream novels, but in the Steamy Interludes series, the bedroom door is left open.  Real life issues, humor, dogs are also staples in Morgan Kay romances.  

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Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: Worth the Wait by Julie Ann Levin

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Divine Island #1
Julie Ann Levin
Releasing May 17th, 2016


Tropical beaches and second chances...

As a rule, Chase Hammond avoided going home to Divine Island whenever possible. But when his father has a heart attack, he's left with no other choice but to go back and hope that he can avoid trouble and stay focused.

Recently divorced and struggling to keep all the elements of her life together, Natalie Rey has absolutely no desire to make her life any more difficult than it already is. But when Chase Hammond shows up on her doorstep, the man who rejected her years earlier, she'll have to do her best to avoid the monumental distraction.

The last thing either of them needs is their sizzling chemistry getting in the way of their goals.

Can Natalie resist the sexy man who broke her heart years ago?

Will allowing him back into her life only lead to more heartache?


How did Chase get himself into these situations? He was a mess if there was a pretty girl around. That’s all there was to it. He tried the door handle. It didn't open. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and jiggled the knob a little harder, but still, nothing.
“Hey, watch it. You're going to break it.”
He gave her a long look.
“Even more. You're going to break it even more.”
He turned around in a circle, automatically searching for another way out. “What is it with you and handles?”
“If you're looking for tools, they're on the other side of the door. All I have here is this wrench.”
He took the wrench from her but set it down on the shelf. “A wrench isn't going to do much good anyway.”
“I'll call someone,” Natalie said. She picked her phone up off the shelf as the phone vibrated, signaling a text message. “Oh, wait, it's your brother.”
“Which one?”
“Dylan,” Natalie said.
Chase's shoulders relaxed. Dylan would get them out. “That’s a lot of texting to ask someone to unlock a door. What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing,” Natalie said, looking down at her phone. “He says you need a place to stay.”
Leave it to Dylan to jump the gun. Shouldn’t Chase be the one arranging for a place to stay? “What's the verdict?” Chase asked her. “Make it worth your while.” Dear God, was he flirting with her?
At that, Natalie's eyes swept up and down Chase's body before locking in on his gaze. She looked away, blushing. “Well,” she said, “I haven't seen you in ten years. I'm a little in shock, and embarrassed. Give me a second to assimilate.”
He winced. “It's been eight years, and I've looked into every other option.”
“I didn't say no.”
She didn't say yes either. “Listen, I'll stay with my parents.”
Natalie wrinkled her nose. “That's not even a cottage for two, Chase. It's a blessing your mom isn't over five feet tall and doesn't take up much room. It's like goldfish in there.”
“If you keep them in a small bowl, they stay small. You put them in a big bowl; they get big.”
“Why are you embarrassed?” he asked.
“Because... I broke everything,” she said, sweeping her arm across the bathroom.
“You're embarrassed because you're not good at plumbing.” Chase considered that he might never understand Natalie. He moved to stand behind her and read over her shoulder as his brother pleaded Chase's case.
Natalie: First sign of a tenant, he leaves. Now I have a favor.
Dylan: Name it.
Natalie: We're locked in the bathroom.
Dylan: You and Chase?
Natalie: It's not what you think. He was helping me with a leaky faucet.
Dylan: Right... A leaky faucet. Be there in 5.
Natalie turned her attention back to Chase. “Dylan is on his way. You can stay here in the rental. Don't worry about rent.”
His eyes narrowed. “We'll talk about rent later. Dad is recuperating. I’m sure I’ll be here a week max, and then it's back to Japan.”
Chase slid down the wall and sat on the tiled floor. Natalie mirrored him. He caught sight of her toenails, painted a cheery, pale pink.
“Cute,” he said.
She smiled and searched his face. “You look tired.”
He paused before settling back against the wall. “Gee, thanks.”
“Sorry, I just meant—”
He patted the air between them. “I know what you meant.” He must look bad. Was it the long travel, or worry over his father that made him look so ragged? A seventeen-hour flight from Japan to Florida, followed by a three-hour drive to his hometown of Divine Island would do it, alright.
“He's better than you'd guess,” she said. “And it makes your mom happy when I visit to check his vitals.”
Chase's face softened.
“It's no big deal,” Natalie said, appearing uncomfortable with the look he gave her. “I'm not an RN, yet. All I do is check his blood pressure.” She shrugged. “Your mom could do that.”
Chase shook his head. “It's a big deal, Nat.” According to his mom and siblings, Natalie was definitely a big deal. “I'm pretty sure they're one blood pressure monitor away from naming a wing of the inn after you.”
“The inn doesn't have wings,” she said.
“For you, Nat, they'd build them.”
Natalie took in a big, shaky breath and failed at looking relaxed. Well, sweetheart, he was feeling it too. Turned out eight years and a few thousand miles of distance didn't solve a damn thing.
“You know...” he said, cupping the back of his neck. “I didn't come to Divine right away because of work.”
Natalie shook her head in quick back-and-forth movements. “I don't know why you're telling me this.”
“Dylan had everything under control, so I hopped on a plane the minute I could get away.”
Natalie frowned. “Nobody is wondering about that. Japan is far away, and your dad was out of the hospital faster than anyone could have predicted.”
Chase nodded. It was typical of her to accept his excuse without question when it had been fear that held him back.
“Tell me about these jobs you're working on,” she said.
“Change of subject?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Don't say I never threw you a bone.”
He coughed and shook his head with a smile. “My team bid on a project to design a skyscraper in Tokyo. We'll win the bid, and then it's back to Japan for a year.” He leaned his head back until it rested on the wall. “Dad's health could change my plans, though.”
“He's great, Chase.”
He ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up.
She forced a shaky laugh. “God, I feel like such an idiot. You flew across the Pacific to see your father, and I locked you in a bathroom.”
“I'm the one that shut the door, right?”
“Right.” She snapped her finger and pointed at him. “This is all your fault.”
“Don't you have a management company to do the repairs?”
“You're handling the property all on your own?”
She shrugged. “I applied to get it on the city's historic registry. This house, the rental, is a newer addition. It just has the regular problems that any house has. My house, on the other hand, is hanging on. But it’s so old. It needs serious restoration. It's way more work than I anticipated.”
“Alex is such an asshole,” Chase said, which summed up his complete estimation of the man. How he had ever called Alex his best friend was incomprehensible.
Natalie tried at an indifferent smile. “I married him. So, what does that say about me? And how do you know about what happened with Alex?”
There was no room for it in the bathroom, but Chase stretched his legs out and folded his hands on his stomach. She watched his every movement, so he watched her every movement, liking the way she made wild curls in her hair with her fingers. She always had great hair. It was a mess half the time, but still, great fucking hair.
“I haven't been on the island, but I still talk to my family more than you’d think. It’s abnormal how much we call. They're all obsessed with video conferencing, and they've come to visit me on jobs.”
“And the best your siblings can come up with is gossip revolving around my failed marriage?”
His head tilted to one side. “It's not gossip. And besides, it's either that or I have to hear about Ellie's boyfriends. I ask about you; they tell me what's going on. How Alex talked you into buying this property and then left you in a shitstorm.”
“It's not all that dramatic,” Natalie said.
He would bet money it was.
“I'll be okay once I finish school and get a steady tenant.” She leaned her head against the wall and raised her voice. “If I can ever get a stable tenant.”
Chase shook his head back and forth. “You're doing it wrong. You have to stand up with your arms in the air when you make a plea to the rental gods.”
She gave him a rueful smile. “I would try anything.”
God, he felt good—happy to be locked in a bathroom with Natalie, when he should be with his father.
“I thought you were already a nurse,” Chase said.
“I am, but I want to be a Registered Nurse. That way I can supervise and have more responsibility.” Natalie's eyes were downcast as she absently picked at the dried paint on the tiled floor. “Also, it will make my parents happy. It's not as good as being a Doctor like my sister-in-law, but my mother might let up a little.”
“She’s giving you a hard time?” Chase asked.
“You know, the whole, we sacrificed everything for you speech.” She took a deep breath and sighed. “My turn for a subject change. You ask about me?”
He cocked his head to one side. “Don't you ask about me?”
“Why, did Ellie tell you I asked about you?”
He grinned, and Natalie pursed her lips—the story of their lives.
“Ellie talks too much,” Natalie said.
“She's your friend,” Chase said.
“Best friend, but maybe I should be rethinking the relationship.”
He winked and reached out, placing his hand on her calf and squeezing. Natalie froze and nibbled on her bottom lip. Chase's eyes zeroed in on her mouth—full, perfect lips.
“I'm walking into the bedroom,” Dylan said from beyond the locked door. “Don't be doing anything naughty.”
As if they had been doing something naughty, Natalie shot up from the floor. She slipped on water and grabbed for the towel rack to keep herself upright. The metal bar came clear off the wall in her hand, and she fell flat on her back.
“I was just kidding, but I can come back if you guys need another minute.”
“She slipped and fell, you idiot,” Chase said. He leaned over her and helped her sit up. “Are you okay?”
Natalie nodded.
“Let me guess. You were going to fix the towel rack today too?”
“No.” She swatted at his hands that were touching her head, and then her arms and her back as he checked for injury. “I fixed the towel rack last week, and would you please stop that?”
He grinned. “You're adorable,” he said, and then helped her up into a standing position.
The door handle jiggled, and Chase heard the drill through the door. “Today, Dylan.”
“You want to get out of there yourself, asshole?”
Chase returned his attention to Natalie. “You're sure you're not hurt?”
“Nothing broken,” she said. “Only my pride of course.”
Dylan opened the door. “The prodigal son returns.” He hugged Chase, and they slapped each other on the back. Chase wondered if Dylan was trying to dislodge a few organs while he was at it. Chase was tall, but Dylan had him by two inches, and when he patted him on the back, it hurt.
“It's good to see you,” Chase said.
“Good to see you too. We'd see a lot more of each other if you came around more often. Oh, I don't know, more than every three years.”
“I'm here now, aren't I?”
“Yeah, it just took Dad having a heart attack, over a week ago, for you to come.”
“Why don't you tell me what's really on your mind?”
Natalie held her hands up between them and then appeared to remember she'd dropped the towel when she fell. She crossed her arms in front of her chest over her see-through shirt.
“Alright, I need to finish fixing the faucet, and get ready for work.”
“I said I was going to fix it, and I'm going to fix it,” Chase said. “I'll see Dad, and then come right back.”
“You don't have to fix it,” she said. “Look, I'll call the plumber.” She paled. “Did I just say those words in that order?”
Chase picked through her toolbox. “It'll be working before you get home.”
“Nat,” Dylan said. “Let the man fix the faucet. It will give him an excuse to get away from Mom obsessing over her neglectful son.”
“I'm not neglectful,” Chase said. “She just likes me more than you. That's why she obsesses.”
“You're both kidding yourselves,” Natalie said, backing away through the master bedroom. “We all know Levi is her favorite, but don’t ever tell Ellie I said that.”
Great, he was now knee-deep in plans to repair her bathroom. And he'd touched her, a lot. He could tell with his two eyeballs that she wasn't injured, but still he'd touched her and all those glorious curves. There were reasons he'd avoided Divine, and one of those reasons just became crystal clear.

After everything that had just happened, Natalie still had to go to work. “I'm leaving,” she said, talking to herself. She kissed Dylan on the cheek and squeezed his arm. “Later. Thanks for the rescue.”
“Where's my kiss?” Chase asked.
“Maybe if you'd seen her this century, you'd get a kiss,” Dylan said.
Calm as you please on the outside, but shaking on the inside, she closed the gap between her and Chase. She went up on her tip-toes. “It's good to see you, Chase.”
His head turned slightly, and she ended up kissing him on his jaw, which felt more intimate somehow.
The sandpaper kiss was heaven. She stepped back, managing to maintain eye contact. “Dylan has a set of spare keys he can give you to this house.”
Unable to stomach all the Hammond testosterone in one place, Natalie left her rental. She crossed the gravel walkway over to her house that sat on the same property. Her body was humming from a Chase over-dose. Warning: Standing in close proximity may cause shortness of breath and intoxication.
Maybe one of the doctors would be so kind as to give her a lobotomy at the hospital tonight. Or they could induce selective amnesia. Because Natalie could not deal with still being attracted to Chase Hammond.

Q & A with Julie Ann Levin

What books/authors have influenced your writing?

Ernest Hemingway definitely had the biggest influence on me when I first started writing. Which is funny because I write Romance. I think that’s why I have to work at the description and inner monologue in my books. My instinct is usually to write pages and pages of dialogue. I’ve read, “The Sun Also Rises” once a year since I was sixteen. Other authors that have influenced me are Mary Janice Davidson (when I first got into Romance), Sandra Brown, Jill Shalvis, Margaret Atwood, and Carl Hiaasen. Sandra Brown’s Envy, the audiobook, as performed by Victor Slezak, really influenced me regarding characterization. I recommend that audiobook to everyone.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

In terms of writing? Nothing. I love everything about writing. Other life stuff: I hate cleaning/organizing/being tidy. I just don’t think about it, and honestly, I guess I just don’t care. Luckily, my husband picks up the slack around the house, and I help out when I think about it because I feel bad.

Share a funny incident in your life.

One time my husband and I were at Best Buy looking for a movie to buy. We didn’t have anything in mind, but we had just gone out to dinner and wanted to take something home to watch. So, (and I swear I only had one martini with dinner), I had my gaze locked to rows and rows of movies as I was wandering around the store until I stopped next to my husband and put my arm around his waist… except it wasn’t my husband, it was a stranger, and I knew the moment my arm touched him. Just by the feel of him. I jerked away and said, “Oh my God.” Mind you, I never even looked at the guy, that’s how embarrassed and shocked I was. But I’ll never forget how the guy said, “It’s okay. You got confused,” with all the kindness in the world.  I walked away and found my real husband, and he gave me a look with a small smile on his lips, and he said, “Did you just put your arm around that guy thinking it was me?” I nodded, still mortified and we laughed. I still cry of laughter every time I tell that story.

What's your pet peeve?

I just asked my husband what he thought my pet peeve was. He asked for clarification, “What annoys you?” and I said, “Yeah,” and he said, “Bullshit.” I said, “What kind of bullshit don’t I like?” and he said. “Peoples’.” He’s right. I don’t like bullshit in the sense that I like people to take ownership of things. If you messed up, admit it, etc.  I also don’t like shenanigans and all manners of tomfoolery.

When you are in writer mode, music or no music? If music do you have a playlist

Yes, music. In fact, I will binge-listen to something while I’m working on a book. When I was writing Worth the Wait, I listened to the band Lord Huron, non-stop, on repeat for hours and hours and hours, for weeks and weeks. When I wrote Crazy for You, I listened to Taylor Swift’s 1989 album on repeat. I think it conditions me to be in a mode for writing a particular project. Like Pavlov's dog. When you’re writing a book, you write, but then you have other life things to do, so you’re constantly having to jump back into the setting and the character, so I think the obsessive way I listen to the same music while I work on a particular project helps with that transition.

What are you working on now?

I’m currently finishing up the Divine Island series. Book 2 comes out in June, Book 3 in August, and Book 4 in September. In September, I'll start working on a stand-alone contemporary romance.

Who has been your favorite hero & heroine?

There are so many to choose from! The first couple that pops into my head in other people’s books is Minerva and Cal from Jennifer Crusie’s, “Bet Me.” I want to hang out with them in real life. They were written so perfectly; they just jump off the page with all their vulnerabilities and strengths.

It’s been  a lot of fun answering these questions! Thank you so much for having me on your blog.

4 Stars
Worth the Wait was a sweet, fun second chance of love book. It had everything I love about second chance romances, a nosy but caring family members, laugh, & romance.  Chase & Nat where like two peas & a pod both stubborn & a very caring heart, each was afraid to tell each other how each other felt, even though you could feel the sizzling attraction between the two. They both felt that they wasn't good enough for each other. Nat was afraid of her heart breaking once again over Chase when he left again. I cannot wait to revisit Divine Island to see who falls next, Julie has won a new fan in this reader. If you are looking for a quick easy afternoon read I recommend you pick up a copy of Worth the Wait.  Thank you to Tasty Book Tours for the opportunity to read & review Worth the Wait!

Can't wait for more?
CRAZY FOR YOU, Divine Island Book Two
Releases June 14th

Julie Ann Levin grew up in Miami, Florida. She graduated from Florida State University with a degree in English, majoring in Creative Writing. She loves to read all genres of Romance and especially loves contemporary, suspense, and paranormal.

She is known to binge read and is always binge writing.

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