The Aftermath by R.J. Prescott Excerpt and Giveaway

The Aftermath by R.J. Prescott Excerpt and Giveaway
Cormac "The Hurricane" O'Connell's star is on the rise. Billed as the most promising young boxer of his generation, his new career is taking him to places he never dreamed. But O'Connell only needs one thing in life: his wife.

In her final year of college, Em cannot follow him around the world but together they make it work. Just when everything they ever wanted is on the horizon, the past resurfaces to haunt them, and O'Connell realizes that justice might not be a part of his happy ever after. He couldn't protect Em once before, but in the aftermath of the hurricane, he will make sure that never happens again.
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It never occurred to me that mail was something to fear. Not until the day I came home and found Em sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, and a ripped open white envelope on the bed behind her.

“Sunshine, what’s wrong?” I asked. She swallowed hard and sniffed a few times like she was trying to hold back tears long enough to talk to me. I reached for the envelope, thinking it would give me some clue as to why she was so clearly freaked out.

“Don’t,” Em croaked. “Please,” she added pleadingly. I knew then, as a tear rolled down her cheek, that whatever was inside had to be bad. Contained within a folded sheet of plain white paper were about a dozen or so photos. They were different sizes and all taken at different times, but Em was in every one of them. The earliest photo was of a smiling happy nine year old. Just a normal kid out riding her bike. When the next one showed the same kid, fast asleep in her bed, I felt sick to my fucking stomach. The older that Em was in the pictures, the more invasive they became and none of them looked like they were taken with her knowledge. The last photo was really grainy, like it had been through a window maybe, or within a really bad camera, but it showed in intimate detail, her frail, bruised body taking a shower.

“Mother fucker,” I yelled, wanting to fucking hit something. Anything. I grabbed the envelope looking for some clue who’d sent it, like I didn’t fucking know. Frank was still in prison, pending trial, so someone on the outside must have sent this for him. The postmark on the envelope read London, which didn’t tell me much. The knuckles on Em’s hand were white where she gripping hold of her legs so hard.

“Shit love. You okay?” I said, hating that she looked so fucking scared. She nodded unconvincingly, but didn’t answer. I gathered up the pictures and stuffed them back into the envelope, not wanting her to see them anymore, but I knew we’d need to give them to police as evidence. The idea of her being on display like that to the police and the prosecution lawyers was as bad as knowing what she’d been through. Sitting down next to her, I wrapped my arm around her tiny body and pulled her into my chest. She was stiff as a board and shaking slightly. Rubbing up and down her arms, trying to get her warm I waited for her to talk to me. That was the way of it sometimes with Sunshine. She needed to think shit over before she could get it off her chest.

“I didn’t know about any of them. He’s been taking pictures of me for years. How could I not know? How could I let that happen?” she asked me.

“You didn’t let anything happen. He’s a violent, abusive rapist who’s sick in the fucking head. He did what he did because he’s a fucking whack job. Nothing you said or did gave him permission to do this.” I could see by her face that the pictures shamed her. Fuck that. There wasn’t a single fucking thing for her to be ashamed of.

“It was bad enough dealing with what happened, but he could have hundreds of these pictures and God only knows what he does with them. As if that’s not bad enough he knows where we live. Even in prison he can get to me. I’ll never be free of him will I?”

“Sunshine, even if it means killing him, I swear he will never touch you again. This is just a sign of desperation. In a few more months he’ll be too concerned about how to pick up the soap in the shower without getting arse raped to worry about getting you back. He’s going away for a very long time and there’s fuck all he can do about it. This kind of shit just gives the barristers more ammunition against him.” I did my best to reassure her, but as I was as freaked out as she was. The fact that he could get hold of the pictures and post them from prison had me worried about what else he could do from the inside.

She wiped her eyes and leant across to give me a quick kiss.

“You’re right,” she told me. “A few more months and this will all be over.” It had to be, because I hadn’t been exaggerating. If Frank came after her again, I’d kill to keep her safe.

 

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About R.J. Prescott

USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales, and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later, she convinced her crazy, wonderful firefighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons.

Book Review — Moonshot by Alessandra Torre

Book Review — Moonshot by Alessandra Torre
Baseball wasn’t supposed to be a game of life and death…The summer that Chase Stern entered my life, I was seventeen. The daughter of a legend, the Yankees were my family, their stadium my home, their dugout my workplace. My focus was on the game. Chase … he started out as a distraction. A distraction with sex appeal poured into every inch of his six foot frame. A distraction who played like a god and partied like a devil. I tried to stay away. I couldn’t. Then, the team started losing. Women started dying. And everything in my perfect world broke apart.
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Review:

Moonshot is told in dual point-of-view, which is my favorite. I love hearing both sides of the story. Dual point-of-view also keeps from having another book told from the other side, which I feel are a bit of a waste. Sorry, had to gush over my love of dual pov.

Moving on. Ty Rollins is the daughter of famed closing pitcher for the New York Yankees. She has been traveling with the team as a bat girl since her Mom died when she was young. The teammates have kept a close eye on her and see her as family.

Ty is in love with all things baseball. She knows all the stats, all the players and even watches ESPN everyday to keep up with it all. I don’t believe anyone knows baseball more than her.

The Yankees are always looking to win The World Series. They will do whatever it takes to clench that title. Ty knew one of the guys had to go and be replaced with the eye catching troublemaker Chase Sterns.

After being bumped from his last team, the clean cut Yankee’s snatch him up. Ty is stoked because she knows this will help them win The World Series. What she doesn’t realize is that her life as she knows it is about to change.

There is instant attraction between the two, but with Ty being only 17, there wasn’t much Chase could do until she became legal. With that in mind, a friendship was born.

As time wore on, their love burned bright and hot like a wildfire. Unfortunately, fate had a way of screwing it.

I found myself flying through the pages. I just couldn’t get enough. I was learning more about baseball than I ever knew before. I grew up with the Chicago Cubs. My husband is the biggest baseball fan I know. I felt like I betrayed him reading about The Yankees when he loathes them more than any sports team out there.

The romance in the book was very well written. AT developed their love in an all-inclusive way that you can’t help but want to devour it. You found yourself grinning. I was reading it while waiting for a prescription at the pharmacy and found myself covering my smile because it was so bright.

My only complaint about the book, and why I gave it 4 stars is because the twist of the story, the murders, just didn’t seem to fit. Let me first say that the murders are not the only twist to the story. There are more.

Back to the murders. It was at least 50% into the book before the murders even started making their way into the story. I found that a little disheartening. Even with the action starting, they still felt forced. In AT’s other books, her twists work seamlessly. You’re like, “Oh, shit!” I honestly feel like the murders could have been left out of the story and Moonshot would have been just as great.

The ending came rushing in like a hurricane. There was no stopping it and you better hold on because it is intense.

I wholeheartedly recommend this book. AT never lets you down and you will definitely enjoy this one. I would compare Moonshot to Hollywood Dirt. It isn’t dark and twisted like her other books. It is a sweet romance, but some real shit happens. If you loved Hollywood Dirt, chances are you will really enjoy Moonshot.

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Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of ten novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She is also the Bedroom Blogger for Cosmopolitan.com.

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Phenomenal X: Xavier Cold

Phenomenal X: Xavier Cold

 About XAVIER Cold

The conclusion to the New York Times bestselling romance that began in Phenomenal X, about one woman’s pulse-pounding relationship with a notorious bad-boy wrestler. “What’ll it be, Anna Cortez? Are you in, or are you out?”

One momentary loss of control has now ruined everything Xavier Cold had going for himself. With his world unraveling fast, he’s willing to do anything to save not only his job but his relationship with the only woman he’s ever loved. Anna Cortez, still reeling from shock, tries desperately to save the man that’s consumed her heart, body and soul. She’ll have to dig deep and find courage she never knew she possessed to help Xavier fight demons from his past—a past that’s even more haunted than she ever imagined.

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Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic and New Adult romance. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos, and sexy musicians inspired her erotic BLACK FALCON series.

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