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  • White Collared Part One-Mercy by Shelly Bell: Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway
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  • Surviving by J.L. Sprague: Blog Tour & Giveaway

 


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Part One: Mercy


Driven by ambition…Third-year law student, Kate Martin, outran her tragic past to become an intern for her idol and secret crush, the powerful attorney, Nicholas Trenton. She is thrilled when Nick assigns her to represent his best friend and client, millionaire Jaxon Deveroux…the prime suspect in his submissive wife’s murder.
Seduced by desire…Kate knows they have only a few days to find the real killer, and since signs point to a member of the BDSM community, she volunteers to go undercover as Jaxon’s submissive at Benediction-the private sex club where he is a member-to covertly investigate Alyssa’s last few months. For years, Kate has kept her dark fantasies a secret…but a chance to explore them with sexy, dominant Jaxon is just too tempting to pass up.
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Thanks to the author, I was allowed to read an ARC of this book for an honest review.  This is Part One of  a Four Part Series.  The first part of this story is basically introducing us to Kate and her boss Nicholas Trenton.  We get glimpses of Kate’s past but not enough to know her full story.  We are also introduced to Jaxon as a client for Kate and Nicholas.  You immediately see sparks between not only Kate and Nicholas but Kate and Jaxon. It is obvious that Kate is not satisfied in her current relationship and has allowed her career to completely overshadow that relationship.
As the story proceeds, Kate is faced with a terrible betrayal by someone she considers a close friend.  There to pick up the pieces is Jaxon and very quickly the story gets HOT! There is a glimpse of Jaxon’s Dom personality but he is much more “loving” than expected for his character.  After a very intensely sexy evening together, Kate is hit with yet another nail in her already fragile self-esteem. Add to that an extremely disturbing phone call and you are left with quite the cliffhanger for the end of this part.
This is a five-star beginning to this series.  Not only is it a hot read, it has such a suspenseful story line.  This series seems to have it all.  I can’t wait for the next installment!
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            After three hours of computer research on piercing the corporate veil, Kate’s vision blurred, the words on
the screen bleeding into one another until they resembled a giant Rorschach inkblot. She lowered her mug of lukewarm coffee to her cubicle’s mahogany tabletop and rubbed her tired eyes.
            Without warning, the door to the interns’ windowless office flew open, banging against the wall. Light streamed into the dim room, casting the elongated shadow of her boss, Nicholas Trenton, on the beige carpet.
            “Ms. Martin, take your jacket and come with me.” He didn’t wait for a response, simply issued his command and strode down the hall.
            Jumping to her feet, she teetered on her secondhand heels and grabbed her suit jacket from the back of her chair. As Mr. Trenton’s intern for the year, she’d follow him off the edge of a cliff. She had no choice in the matter if she wanted a junior
associate position at Detroit’s most prestigious law firm, Joseph and Long, after graduation. Because of the fierce competition for an internship and because several qualified lackeys waited patiently in the wings for an opening, one minor screwup would result in termination.
            Most of the other interns ignored the interruption, but her best friend Hannah took a second to raise an arched eyebrow. Kate shrugged, having no idea what her boss required. He hadn’t spoken to her since her initial interview a few months earlier.
            She collected her briefcase, her heart pounding. As far as she knew, she hadn’t made a mistake since starting two months ago. Other than class time, she’d spent virtually every waking moment at this firm, a schedule her boyfriend,
Tom, resented. To placate him, she’d used her dinner break last Saturday to drive to his place and give him a quick blow job before returning to work. She didn’t even have time for her own orgasm.
            She raced as fast as she could down the hallway and found her boss pacing and talking on his cell phone in the marbled lobby. He frowned and pointedly looked at his watch, demonstrating his displeasure at her delay. Still on the phone, he
stalked out of the firm and headed toward the elevator. She chased him, cursing her short legs as she remained a step or two behind until catching up with him on the elevator.
            When the doors slid shut, he ended his call and slipped his cell into the pocket of his Armani jacket. She risked a quick glance at him to ascertain his mood, careful not to visually suggest anything more than casual regard.
            He was an extremely handsome man whose picture frequently appeared in local magazines and papers beside prominent judges and legislative officials. But photos couldn’t do him justice, film lacking the capability of capturing his commanding presence. Often she’d had to fight her instinct to look directly into his blue eyes. At the office, his every move, his every word overshadowed anyone and everything around her.
            Standing close to him in the claustrophobic space, she inhaled the musky scent of his aftershave, felt his radiating heat. Her trembling body instinctively angled toward him.
            Mr. Trenton spoke, fracturing the quiet of the small space with his deep and powerful voice. “This morning, our firm’s biggest client, Jaxon Deveroux, arrived home from his business trip and found his wife dead from multiple stab wounds.”
            “I thought you limited your practice to civil law,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. When his jaw grew rigid, she internally chastised herself for the mistake. “Sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have interrupted.”
            The silence was deafening as she waited for him to decide whether to accept her apology. Interns had been fired for less.
            “No, you shouldn’t have interrupted. However, it was a valid question and, therefore, I’ll let it pass.”
            Once the elevator doors opened, they stepped out into the bustling main floor lobby, and she fought to match Mr. Trenton’s brisk pace as they headed toward the parking garage. “While typically I would refer my clients to Jeffrey Reaver, the head of our criminal division, Mr. Deveroux and I have been friends for many years, and he requested me personally. Jaxon’s a very private man, but those who are in his circle are aware of certain . . . proclivities that may come up in the police’s line of questioning.”
            What sort of proclivities? It pained her to remain silent.
            He paused as if expecting her to screw up by asking another question. She curled the sharp edges of her nails into the flesh of her palms, the biting pain a reminder to keep her mouth shut. A wave of peace rippled through her, and her
heart slowed for the first time since Mr. Trenton had requested her presence.
            “He and his wife engaged in the practice of BDSM. Do you know what that is, Ms. Martin?” he asked with a slight upturn of his lips. On anyone else, she’d believe it was the beginning of a smile, but since she’d never seen Mr. Trenton smile, she couldn’t be sure what it meant.
            There wasn’t a woman in the country who hadn’t heard of BDSM since the popular erotica novel hit the charts a few years back. His mention of it awoke that dormant part of her hibernating in the recesses of her mind during the light of day.
            Her cheeks heated, but she kept her tone professional despite the fireworks launching between her thighs. “BDSM stands for bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism. It’s kinky sex.”
            They reached the parking garage and climbed the concrete stairs to the second level.
            “For some it is, and for others, it’s a way of life. Unfortunately, the media has a way of distorting the truth to their advantage for the sensational headlines. You remember the recent case.”
            A metro-Detroit man had allegedly hired a hit man to kill his wife, but it was the fact that he’d practiced BDSM in a seedy sex dungeon that the media had latched on to, riding the frenzy caused by the popular erotica trilogy.
            Kate had read the books. Twice. But in the end, she agreed with the popular opinion that BDSM fiction was nothing but romantic fantasy.
            A bit breathless from her attempt to keep up with him, she was relieved to slide into the passenger seat of his Mercedes. Moments later they sped toward the highway.
            Weighing the consequences against her curiosity, she decided to risk asking her boss a question. “In your opinion, should Mr. Deveroux divulge the nature of his relationship with his wife to the police?”
            He tilted his head as if to think over the answer, but she didn’t doubt he’d known the answer before she’d finished asking the question. “At this point, I see no reason why he needs to say anything about it. What happens behind closed doors
is none of their business unless it’s relevant to the murder. Until someone brings it up in questioning, I’d advise Jaxon to keep his sex life to himself.”
            For the next few minutes, they rode in silence, and she peered out the window at Detroit’s crumbling houses. The car proceeded west to the suburbs and the view changed to a large brick wall that shielded homeowners and businesses from the
sight of the expressway. They exited onto a street that led them into a recently developed upper-class neighborhood of palatial homes, strip malls, and trendy restaurants.
            Mr. Trenton turned the car into the parking lot of a police station, which was inconspicuously nestled between two office buildings made of the same dark-brown brick. Had it not been for the crammed lot filled with police cars and media vans, she would’ve never guessed they’d reached their destination.
            Of course the media had jumped on this. A white woman from the suburbs was murdered. That kind of juicy story trumped the mundane coverage of the upcoming November elections.
            As her boss searched for a place to park, she watched four local news crews rushing around, several of them on cell phones, no doubt calling their contacts for more information on the murder.
            Vultures.
            Mr. Trenton gripped the door handle. “Did you take advanced criminal procedure in school,
Ms. Martin?”
            “No, sir. Why?”
            “Some of the details you’ll both hear and witness today may be graphic. Since the class prepares students by desensitizing them with real crime photos of stab wounds and gunshots, I thought you might be more prepared for what you’re about to encounter.”
            She bit the inside of her cheek, tamping down the vivid image of blood-splattered leaves and the sulfuric scent of gunpowder. “It won’t bother me.”
            There was no mistaking that her answer had caused him to grin. “I didn’t think it would. I wouldn’t have allowed you to accompany me if I hadn’t thought you were up for it, but I needed to confirm. It wouldn’t look good if my intern fainted over a
couple of crime scene photos.”
            They departed the Mercedes, and this time Mr. Trenton walked beside her, escorting her inside the police station to the information desk, where he handed a young male officer a business card from his pocket. “Please let Mr. Deveroux know his
attorney is here.”
            The cop picked up a desk phone and pressed an extension. “Is Mr. Deveroux expecting a Nicholas Trenton?”
            She hadn’t stepped into a police station in ten years, but the memory of that harrowing day crashed into her with the force and velocity of a gunshot. Her chest tightened as she tried to breathe. In an attempt to ward off the anxiety attack, she counted backward from one hundred.
            Her boss leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You’re okay. Breathe through your nose.”
            Pressing her lips together, she sucked air through her nose, expanding her lungs with precious oxygen. How had he known?
            “Thank you,” the officer said into the phone. He hung up, picked up a notebook, flipped it open, and handed Mr. Trenton a pen. “You two need to sign in.”
            Her boss signed his name before giving her the pen. Hands shaking, she supplied her barely legible information. After she gave back the notebook, the officer buzzed them in and pointed behind him. “Go through those doors to room three,
second room on the left.”
            As Mr. Trenton stepped in front of her, she surreptitiously obtained a small pill from her Tic Tac dispenser in her purse and slipped it in her mouth. When they got to the interrogation room, he knocked on the door.
            Anticipation boiled in her blood. Something was wrong with how eager she was to meet her client, a man who would find himself under suspicion of his wife’s murder even if he was innocent of the crime.
            Could she defend a man if she believed he was guilty?
            As the door opened and her sight fell on the man hunched over a table, she had a feeling she’d soon find out.


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SHELLY BELL writes sensual romance and erotic thrillers with
high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kiss-ass heroines. She began
writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and
bought her a laptop. When she’s not practicing corporate law, taking care of
her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
Shelly is a member of Romance Writers of America and International Thriller
Writers.




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AUTHOR ENDORSEMENTS

 
“Shelly Bell is a fresh
new voice in erotic romance. She brings the heat!” ~ Lexi Blake, NYT and USA
Today Bestselling Author
“White Collared
takes you on a thrill ride of danger, murder and lust, leaving you hungry for
the next installment.” ~ Stacey Kennedy, USA Today Bestselling Author of
BARED
“A rollercoaster ride of jaw-dropping sex, heated anticipation, and a
perfect dash of suspense, all tied together with flawless writing. When I
wasn’t clenching my thighs, I was frantically flipping pages to find out what
would happen next! I can’t recommend this series enough. Buy it. Devour
it.” ~ Alessandra Torre, USA Today Bestselling Author of BLINDFOLDED
INNOCENCE
 
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TEN REASONS I LOVE WHITE COLLARED HEROINE, KATE MARTIN, AND YOU WILL TOO

  1. No Cosmopolitans or Daiquiris this girl. Kate’s favorite drink is a Sloe Gin Fizz, although in a pinch, she’ll down a few shots of the gin she keeps in her freezer.
  2. Kate not only rides a Harley, she rebuilt it and does the maintenance herself.
  3. Let’s just say if the book took place in the Wild West, Kate would win a gun draw.
  4. She’s tenacious. When she wants something, she’ll do everything to achieve it.
  5. She’s loyal to a fault. Good for her friends, not so good for Kate.
  6. She’s no timid virgin. Kate owns her sexuality and doesn’t make any excuses for it.
  7. She’s not perfect. She pops her anti-anxiety pills—which she keeps in a Tic-Tac dispenser—like candy, and she makes a lousy cup of coffee.
  8. She gets sarcastic when she’s nervous.
  9. She rocks out to Eminem when she’s upset.
  10. Money doesn’t impress her.

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Book Title: One Chance, One Moment – Book One – The Mandy Story
Author: Judith Kohnen
Genre: Contemporary Romance (comedy/drama)
Release Date: June 17, 2014
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Synopsis

Sometimes a chance comes along that can change the course of an entire life – make it right again, make a dream come true – and when that moment arrives, we grab it and fight with all of our might to make it happen … or not.

Renowned singer/musician Garry Danzlo has decided to live a life of seclusion after a debilitating accident destroys his musical career. Guilt-ridden and stubborn, he wants no part of the holistic nurse his sister has hired to rehabilitate him. He’s determined to get rid of her; she’s determined to stay.

Spunky, fun-loving Amanda Fields, widowed after a loveless marriage, is on a mission for love. More than anything in the world, she wants to adopt a wheelchair-bound boy named Robbie. When her chance arrives that will provide her with sufficient funds for the adoption, there’s nothing to stop her from accomplishing the temporary job in Colorado. But what she has to contend with is far more than just a difficult patient. Unexpected obstacles are suddenly out of her control. The least of her worries is falling for yet another man who doesn’t love her back.

One Chance, One Moment is a humorous, surprising and deeply emotional story of love found by two special people – love built on chances one must sometimes take, but sometimes give as well. Each moment becomes nourished by the faith of one woman, and eventually, by the dream of one man.

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JudithKJudith has always been a romantic at heart. She adores writing, poetry, music, singing, dancing, teaching, education, and caring for others. It is her hope that through her imaginative talents that she might become a source of inspiration for her readers. Part of her life’s path is empowering others toward healing and teaching them how to use their own imagination and intuitive abilities.

She’s written over 200 pages of poetry, numerous songs and short stories, a couple of children’s plays that were performed on stage, and has begun a screenplay. She served as newsletter editor for Virginia Romance Writers for four years and has coordinated and judged VRW’s HOLT Medallion Contest and their FOOL FOR LOVE Contest many times. She has also freelanced for various non-profit organizational newsletters, most of which were entertainment reviews, inspirational articles, and articles on writing.

A teacher of mediumship & intuitive development with a professional background in registered nursing, hypnotherapy and natural healing arts, Judith is doing what she’s most passionate about – writing! She encourages you to do what you’re passionate about too. “Live for the moment,” she says, “for this moment is the most important of all moments.”

Judith lives in Chesterfield, Virginia with her husband, extended family, 2 dogs, 1 cat, and a 1 bearded dragon named Victor.

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Living
in a world where there are only lows and never highs, Jenna’s memory has
trained itself to forget. Forgetting the bad was never a problem for Jenna
until she forgets the one memory she never should have forgotten.
Landon
has never forgotten, even when he desperately wishes he could. She haunts him.
By chance they meet again but Jenna still does not remember Landon. What Landon
doesn’t know is that Jenna has secrets. Secrets that change everything.
Their
love for one another is the only thing that can heal years of abuse – for both
of them.
When
tragedy strikes memories are triggered and Jenna’s whole world changes.
Can
Landon help Jenna survive at the hands of a madman? 
 
 
 
 
Turning the
knob, I opened the door, stepped inside then quickly turned around, not allowing
Landon to come inside.
“Thank you
for your help,” I told him, hoping this would appease him, knowing it
wouldn’t. But I didn’t get the chance to find out for sure.
“Oh
darlin’, who do we have here?” My grandmother asked behind me as I stood
there, gaping to myself.
“It’s
nobody Granny, you can go back in the den.” I hoped to god she would take
the bait.
“Oh honey,
don’t be rude. Introduce me to your friend,” she said as she came up
beside me, opening the door wide, then reaching her hand out to introduce
herself. “Cecelia, nice you meet you. You are?” But then she got a
good look at him. “Oh, dear.” Her voice sounded grave as she took in
who he was. Who he most likely was in her eyes. But there was no denying it,
Eli was the spitting image of Landon. I really wasn’t sure how I didn’t make
the connection the moment I saw Landon. How was I going to explain to her that
I found the man who deflowered me and gave me a son? Now he was standing here
without a clue.
Granny snapped
her eyes back to me with a worried look on her face and a terrified look in her
eyes.
Then he spoke.
He spoke words that terrified me. I knew my grandmother would take them
completely wrong. I didn’t want her thinking I was keeping things from her. But
this? How was I supposed to tell her?
“By the
look on your face, I’m going to assume you already know who I am. I’m sure
Jenna’s already told you.” Seriously? I knew what he meant. He meant ‘You already know I took her virginity on a
drunken night she doesn’t remember’
, NOT, ‘I see she told you that I’m Eli’s long lost father’. Geez.
But I hadn’t
told her anything about finding him. Nothing. At all. I wish I would have; it
would have made this moment so much better, not to mention eased my mind. But
she was already dealing with my father being released from prison. She didn’t
need too much stress, she wasn’t exactly a young woman.
My grandmother just continued to stare at me without saying anything.
Trying to communicate everything she wanted to say with her eyes. I hoped Eli
was asleep. Then again…why was I fighting this again? Wouldn’t it be so much
easier to just get it out in the open?
 
 
 
“What’s on your mind, love?” I couldn’t
help but wonder if it was the shit-storm brewing or if it was memories from her
childhood. Or something altogether different. Hoping it was something different
was just that – hopeful. I could usually read her so well.
She looked up at me with surprise in
her eyes. She hadn’t realized I was awake.
“Baby,” I said back at her on a
squeeze.
The way she looked at me I knew what
she needed so I gave it to her. After her moments of reflection she gave in.
“There’s a couple of things on my mind
Landon.” She stopped and just looked at me. I knew she wanted to give it to me
but yet didn’t at the same time. Luckily, she continued. “First I was wondering
why we haven’t… well, you know… yet.” And she stopped. I really didn’t want to
get into this conversation first thing in the morning, but I also knew… she
deserved an answer, she deserved everything.
“Beautiful… The more I get to know you
the more I realize how precious you are. I can’t treat you like you’re just
some random chick like I’ve always done. No matter how much I want you I can
wait. The way I feel about you… I can’t throw you away, not ever, because
you’re my sunshine in world full of dark.”
Her eyes never left mine but I saw her
swallow and I could see the shimmer of tears she was forcing back. So I kept
going, “You don’t give me hope Jen, you are my hope. Hope for a better future
than the demons of my past. So baby, we’re gonna go slow. We’re gonna learn
everything about each other. We’re gonna keep exploring our relationship and
hope it blossoms into what we both know it could be. I want you to feel safe
with me. So safe that you can give me your demons because baby, that’s what I
want for us. I want to hold the burden of your demons and eventually, for you
to feel safe and strong enough to hold mine.”
A lone tear finally fell from her eye.
“Thank you Landon,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”
My arms circled her close as she
silently sobbed into my chest.
 
 
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