Friday, August 26, 2016

Tour Stop + Review Bad Judgment by Meghan March

Title: Bad Judgment
Author: Meghan March
Series: Standalone
Release Date: August 22nd 2016


A deliciously sexy enemies to lovers standalone coming this summer from USA Today bestselling author Meghan March.

He’s so arrogant.

She’s so self-righteous.

I can’t stand him.

I want her.

He’s a distraction I don’t need.

She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.

Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.

She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.

Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?

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Review by Iza

I'm a huge fan of Meghan's, she pretty much knows the way to my heart - Lord, Rix, Con, Simon, Lucas, Graham.

So yes, we're adding Ryker to that list of guys to swoon over, thank you very much!

I don't really read lawyer books. I tried a few times but they were meh for me. But because I know Meghan's writing, I love her style, I was willing to give it a shot. Then I saw the cover, read the blurb and yes, the rest is history.

I don't want to give away anything, so I'll keep it short. Our heroine, Justine, really wants to become a lawyer, due to some past incidents. Our hero, Ryker, kind of has to become a lawyer. You'll see more on that subject. Also, our heroine does her damnedest to resist our hero, the swoon-worthy and intense Ryker. He does his damnedest to changer mind.

"It's like the alpha wolf showed up to the discussion."

Ryker is my kind of alpha. He's everything, in just the right amount. Nothing is over-the-top at him. Hence why he made my list.

As for Justine, she's a stubborn and independent woman and she has really good reasons to be that way. Again, you'll read more on that subject.

Meghan threw me for a loop, a time or three, with twists I didn't see coming but God, did they make me root for Ryker and Justine!

So, expect hot scenes - it's Meghan we're talking about; funny ones - Merica, I'm looking at you, girl; heart breaking ones and a few where you cheer like there's no tomorrow because Justine and Ryker BELONG together.

"I've found my place, and it's not a where. It's a who."

And I rest my case. 5 stars. I want to thank the author for the copy given in exchange for my honest review. As always, the pleasure is all mine.

“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”
Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”
She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.
“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”
Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.
I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”
It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.
Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.
The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.
She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up.
“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
 “Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”
She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”
“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”
“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”
I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”
She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”
I’m shocked when she listens.
Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”
Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.
I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”
“Then why—”
I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.
Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.
I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.
With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.
That’s not going to work for me.
“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.
Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.
“With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”

Author Bio

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at

Thursday, August 25, 2016

REVIEW~~ Wait by A.L. Jackson

A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
By A.L. Jackson
Release Day – August 23

From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…

She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.

Edie Evans is gorgeous.
She’s also the definition of off-limits.
But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night.
But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too.
The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again.
Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.

Austin Stone is dangerous. 
He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again.
It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him.
Our desire is overpowering. 
Our need unrelenting.

She is my hope.
He is my weakness.
We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.

WAIT by A.L. Jackson

Wait… seems like I’ve been waiting a while to read about Austin and his struggles.   Austin is the younger brother of Sebastian “Baz” Stone, lead singer of Sunder.  Austin has always been on the periphery…watching, waiting, and honestly, kind of wasting away.  He’s despondent over the death of his twin brother, the other half of his soul, Julian; even with this occurring approximately 8 years before, we see the devastation it has caused to Austin.

Edie is the younger sister of Ash Evans, member of the band Sunder.  We got glimpses of her in previous books, but we also know that she’s struggling, but with what isn’t really fully disclosed until a good chunk of the way into the book.  She ran away from her brother and Austin after part of her secret was revealed by Austin.

WAIT is set about 3 years into the future from the beginning of this series. Austin is no longer the teenager he was, and he’s gained some strength and insight into his past.  Edie and Austin have been in the same area for several years, with neither of them realizing it, which is probably a good thing since they probably weren’t ready to re-connect until now.  Edie runs into Austin when he’s singing at a local bar….and she again runs, not quite ready to face what she needs to.  Austin doesn’t really give her that chance and begs her to forgive him for his mistakes.  They both quickly realizes that even though they’re both missing significant part of themselves, that it seems better and more tolerable when the other is near.

Austin finally tells Edie the entire story of Julian’s death.  I understand his grief, truly, I do and it was Julian’s death that sent him spiraling.  After reading the full circumstances, I can understand why Austin feels responsible, but at the same time, there was no malice, it was just an unfortunate set of circumstances.  When Edie’s secrets are fully revealed to us, I ache for her sadness and the things she suffered.  I felt bad that Ash had no idea what was going on with his sister; and when he discovers the full truth, he’s devastated and blames himself.

The last 20% of the book was definitely page turning for me.  I liked that Edie and Austin both get the closure they so desperately need to move forward.  I’ll anxiously await Ash’s book and can’t wait to see who can bring him to his knees.

4 Stars

Copy received for my honest review


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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
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“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against th
e spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head. 
I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.
Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.
But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification. 
Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door.
My girl.  
In my bed. 
Wearing just her panties and my shirt. 
An angel I wanted to dirty. 
I always had. 
Love was messy like that. 
All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length.
A fool thinking it might be enough. 
God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight. 
Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick. 
Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me. 
My breaths were coming short. 
Panted and hard.
I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.
A soft, soft gasp.  
I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind. 
Just another part of this fantasy.
Until I heard the small thump against the wall. 
I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me. 
Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before. 
Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed. 
It was just a little sliver that left me exposed.
But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.
She stared right back at me. 
And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again. 
Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do. 
But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south. 
Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train. 
Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room. 
She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together. 
My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”