Unhinged by Cat Mason Blog Tour

Unhinged, Kittery Serials
By: Cat Mason
Release Date: October 13, 2015
Tour Host: DRC Promotions


Growing up, Ainsley Carter always felt different from her parents. While they embraced their financial status, she never liked how it set her apart from others in their small town. It was always obvious to her what money did to people, how it had the power to change things. Most of all, she hated what it took from her.
Her heart.

Back in Kittery, Maine, for the first time in over four years, she is instantly bombarded with plans that her parents have made for her life. Expensive clothes, the perfect man ready to marry her, the life of privilege.
Or is it?

Memories flood back and, as if conjured from her dreams, there he is, the man who has owned her body and soul since she was a kid. Adam James, the man who has haunted her every day since he broke her.

Adam is the complete opposite of everything Ainsley is told she should want. The hard working roofer rides a Harley, his clothes are ripped and faded, and he wouldn’t be caught dead walking into the country club her father helped build. After breaking it off with Ainsley, he’s bitter. He despises everything about the way Ainsley and her family use money to make problems go away.

Years later, can fire still be simmering beneath the broken hearts and resentment? Secrets never stay buried, but can Adam and Ainsley handle the truth?

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About The Author

Cat Mason is a thirty year old, married mother of three. When she isn’t writing; she is spending time with her kiddos or reading. She was born and raised outside of St. Louis, Missouri, just over the Mississippi River in Granite City, Illinois. Cat writes romance of all kinds with twists of humor.

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#Bookreview of Her Accidental Husband by Ashlee Mallory



Once upon a road trip to Mexico…


This book involves Payton Vaughn and Cruz Sorensen, who are both heading to Puerto Vallarta for a wedding. Payton’s best friend, Kate, is marrying Dominic Sorensen, Cruz’ brother. Cruz has been asked to “babysit” Payton and make sure she arrives in time for the wedding. (Why Payton requires a babysitter is beyond me, but hey, it makes for a good read, right?)


Payton and Cruz are totally opposites. Payton was born into prestigious family and is engaged to the prestigious, Brad Eastman. Oh, La La!  

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Cruz is a hard working gentleman that has worked hard for the family business. Brad, being the great fiance that he is, had to back out on going with Payton to Mexico, last minute, because he is just working so hard. Prior to boarding the plane, Payton decides to video chat Brad to apologize for not being so understanding of his job. Guess what Payton sees when “Brad” answers the phone?

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So, after some challenges on the airplane, Payton and Cruz have to drive to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Oh, did I mention that Payton and Cruz don’t much care for each other…….and it is going to be a LONG DRIVE……….especially, with car trouble that lands them a night of drinking and unexpectedly married!


Needless to say, Payton and Cruz finally make it to the wedding but they are a few added wedding guests on the list: Payton’s overbearing pretentious mother and Brad.


Is Payton’s marriage to Cruz real? Does Payton’s mother reign Payton in to be “the good little girl” that she raised? Does she forgive Brad? Or does Cruz say, Adios, I’m outta here!!” You will have to read the book!!!

This really was a great nail bitter and I enjoyed it immensely. I give it four out of four “Tequilas”. See rating system here.

The Sorensen Family Series: Book 1 ~ Her Backup Boyfriend, this is book 2 of the series, and is a stand alone.

Her Accidental Husband is available on Amazon starting TODAY. You can purchase it from Amazon here.

I was given this book from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.

NEW RELEASE-Wrong by Jana Aston

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By Jana Aston
Romantic Comedy
Release Date 10-7-15

I have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma’s boy? Check, check and check.

Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s not like I’m going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he’s the doctor. Shoot. Me.

But what if, for once, the man I’ve had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong?

Wrong is a full-length, standalone novel by Jana Aston

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Jana Aston works a really boring day job. Really. Boring. In her spare time she loves to read sexy romance novels, especially if they involve an alpha CEO. Wrong is her first novel.

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Luke flexes his jaw and rubs the back of his neck. It occurs to me now how stupid my fantasy crush was. This is the longest amount of time I’ve spent with him, and the only time without a counter separating us. Still, I can’t help being attracted to him. I know it’s wrong. Fucked up. Delusional. I’m already wondering if my future career will pay enough to cover the therapy I obviously need.
Marie is back and places something wrapped in heavy-duty plastic on the tray. The object makes a thud as she sets it down before taking up her seat beside the door again, sticking her face into an old copy of Good Housekeeping.
“Lie back on the table, Sophie.” Luke’s face is unreadable as he walks over to the exam table. He wraps a hand around my wrist and raises it over my head, his eyes passing over my face briefly before he sets my hand on the table.
His fingers move to the gown covering me. Do not be turned on, do not be turned on, do not be turned on, I chant to myself. I snap my gaze away and focus on the ceiling.
There’s a motivational poster on the ceiling right above the exam table. I burst out laughing just as I feel Luke’s hands on my breast.
“Sorry, are my hands cold?”
“No, your hands are perfect,” I blurt out without thinking. I think I detect a slight smirk on his face before I revert my gaze to the poster on the ceiling.
“The poster.” I gesture upward with my free hand. It strikes me funny that there’s a motivational poster on the ceiling. Like that’s gonna take my mind off where I’m at. Or is it meant to motivate me to stay on this table? I giggle again. Luke tilts his head and looks at the ceiling.
Shit, are my nipples hard? That’s normal, right? He’s not doing anything erotic, but his hands are on my breasts. Yeah, my nipples are hard. His fingers are flat against the sides of my breasts now. He’s rotating them around in what feels like a spiral pattern before lightly pinching my nipple. I have to stop myself from moaning a little. His hands feel good. I’m sure they’re not supposed to, but they do.

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Going Against Type by Sharon Black Review Tour

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Contemporary Romance / Romantic Comedy
Date Published: September 23, 2014
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Set against the backdrop of Dublin newspapers, Going Against Type is the story of two rival newspaper columnists, who write under pen names, and unknowingly fall for their arch enemy: each other.

Sports writer Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Regan gets an opportunity to write a new column under the pen name Side Swipe, and is soon drawn into a war of words and wit with a rival paper’s gossip columnist, The Squire,  getting readers and editors talking. When Charlotte meets Derry Cullinane, their attraction is instant. But as their relationship develops, they discover there’s more at stake than protecting their alter egos

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This book takes place in beautiful Ireland and it involves the romance of Charlotte, a sports writer, and Derry, a fashion writer, and they write for competitive newspapers. I loved the way the author used a female as a sports writer and a male as a fashion writer. It was intriguing to watch Charlotte, who knew more about sports then Derry, and Derry, who knew more about fashion then Charlotte, try to relate to one another. It was a nice twist to the book. There are other characters in the book as well that impact Derry and Charlotte’s relationship. Charlotte’s old high school mate, Fiona and husband, Jack.

Charlotte and Derry both have some baggage they are carrying around in some very heavy bags, which holds Charlotte back a lot throughout the book. (Girl, could use a bit of therapy) For once, I saw the male character being an actual good person and Charlotte was just too hard on him. Needless to say, I was Team #Derry.

What team will you be on????

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‘Why are you so nervous Charlotte? It’s just a date!’
‘Oh come on Helen. The last guy I dated was Mr Uptight Conor, and before that I dated sports jocks. Derry is different. He’s Premier League status!’
‘And you’re Scumthorpe United? Take a look at yourself, woman!’
‘I’m not sure what he expects, but I’m not his type, Helen. I’m floundering.’
Helen caught Charlotte’s hands and forced her to meet her gaze.
‘Don’t you dare run yourself down Charlotte Regan. You’re intelligent and totally gorgeous! But you need to do one thing.’
‘Allow yourself to be a woman! How do I put this without you taking it the wrong way? Don’t talk sport all night. You are incredibly bossy when you start. Let Derry take charge a bit. Allow him to be a man!’
Charlotte blinked.
‘Sorry, I just time travelled to the 1950s for a moment. What were you saying?’
Helen smiled.
‘Charlotte! You like this guy. So give him a chance. Don’t send him to sleep with triathalon stats. If he wants that, he’ll go drinking with his mates.’
‘If his mates are anything like him, they probably wouldn’t know a sports stat from the price of heifers in Mullingar,’ Charlotte sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll bluff about fashion or something…’
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‘So, did you get lucky?’ a deep voice drawled. Charlotte spun to find Mr Panama Hat grinning down at her. Bloody hell, she thought, smiling back despite herself. Any other man she knew would look utterly ridiculous in what seemed to be a tailor made, striped linen jacket and trousers, combined with that damned hat. But he carried it off with a self-confidence that bordered on swagger.
‘Yes actually, I did,’ she admitted, still smiling. ‘What about you?’
He grimaced. ‘I lost. My own fault. I took a flier on somebody else’s tip.’
Charlotte grinned sympathetically. ‘Oh?’
Mr Panama Hat shook his head, scowling briefly.
‘I read some bloody sports columnist from Ireland Today. Had a few winners earlier this week. As I said, it’s my own fault. I never normally bother with racing tips. Whoever it is, he obviously doesn’t know a horse from a three-legged stool.’
Charlotte swallowed hard.
‘So how much did you lose?’ she managed, trying to sound casual.
‘A thousand.’ He caught Charlotte’s horrified expression and laughed. ‘Hey, don’t look so worried! I’m a big boy.’
Charlotte stared at him in amazement. Who did that? Maybe he was a rich eccentric, the kind of guy who hung around the race courses, betting big. Not caring whether or not he won – or lost everything on the day.
That said, she was damned if she’d come clean!
‘So, do you normally gamble this recklessly Mr…?’ Charlotte trailed away meaningfully, biro poised over her notebook. He stuck out his hand, a warm smile forming.
‘Sorry, I should have introduced myself. I’m…’
‘Derry! Where have you been? They’re just about to start the judging. Com on darling, I have to go line up. I want you to be able to see!’
A tall blonde, wearing a rose pink knee-length dress with tiny matching jacket, pink stiletto slingback shoes and a dizzy spiral of cream and pink headwear, teetered over and clung to Derry’s arm. She looked, Charlotte thought, vaguely familiar. The blonde smiled tightly at Charlotte and then noticed her press badge.
‘Oooh you’re from the papers! Maybe I could talk to you when the judging’s over. Do you have a photographer with you?’ She didn’t wait for Charlotte to answer, but rushed on. ‘You’ll have to excuse us right now, ok?’
‘Of course, don’t let me delay me,’ Charlotte said, stepping back.
‘Wait,’ Derry began, shooting her a sudden intrigued look. ‘You’re not with Ireland Today, are you?’
Shit. Charlotte managed a surprised laugh.
‘U, yes,’ she squeaked. ‘I’m er, writing a piece on Ladies’ Day.’
‘Oh right.’ He frowned. ‘What about their Side Swipe columnist? Do you know him?’
Lie Charlotte. And do it well.
‘No. It’s being written anonymously. I think the writer works from home…’ She smiled brightly at him. Behind Derry, the blonde shot Charlotte a steely glare. Charlotte glanced one last time at Derry.
‘You should go. And I have to work. Nice to meet you.’ She turned and walked away.
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About the Author~Sharon Black

Sharon Black trained as a journalist and worked for The Evening Herald and The Irish Examiner. She has had short stories published and she won the 2010 Dromineer Literary Festival short story competition.When she’s not writing she reads, walks and sees friends. She loves Italian coffee, theatre and stand up comedy. She lives in a Dublin coastal village with her husband and their three children.

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Cover Reveal~ Cross The Line by Julie Johnson

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Book Title: Cross The Line
Author: Julie Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 10, 2015
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Phoebe West has been head-over-heels in love with her brother’s best friend for as long as she can remember.

Not that he’s bothered to notice.

Despite several mortifying attempts at seduction and a decade’s worth of unrequited pining, nothing Phoebe does seems to make any impact on the man she’s obsessed over since her bra-stuffing days. She knows it’s time to let him go, though just the thought is nearly enough to shatter her…

Nathaniel “Nate” Knox has only ever seen Phoebe as one thing: forbidden.

There’s a darkness in Nate, the kind you can’t avoid after years working in special forces and private security. He’s no good for anyone — especially not someone as sweet as his best friend’s little sister. He knows he can’t have her. Not ever. Even if she makes him feel things he barely recognizes…

Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed.

When an unforeseeable series of events sends Phoebe stumbling headfirst into danger, there’s only one man who can protect her. Though, in his quest to save her life, he may just break her heart…

CROSS THE LINE is a full-length contemporary romance about a woman who can’t seem to walk away… and the man who’ll go to any length to keep her safe. Due to sparks flying, suspenseful moments, steamy scenes, and one sassy heroine, it is recommended to readers ages 17 and up.



The curse bursts from my mouth before I can stop it — an involuntary reaction to the tape tearing at my skin. Pain stings my chapped, bleeding lips. My head falls forward, hair cascading in a tangled, dark brown curtain around my face as I gasp for much-needed air. Breathing through my nose for the past few hours has left me lightheaded. Without the tight loops of rope around my midsection I’d slide to the floor like a wet piece of linguine, boneless and weak.

God, my mouth is drier than the Sahara, now that whatever sedative he slipped me is wearing off. I’d give my virginity for a single glass of water. My tongue darts out to catch the trickle of blood oozing from one of the cracks. Sticky tape residue coats my split lips like superglue.

“Take this and shut the fuck up.” He shoves a copy of today’s Boston Globe into my tethered hands. “And don’t cover the fucking date.”

My fingertips curl awkwardly around the top edge, arms gawking at an odd angle against their bonds as I try to maintain my grip without blocking the bold typeface at the corner. My eyes scan the headlines briefly — nothing exceptional jumps out.

Sox Sweep: Red Sox take Cardinals 4-0 in Fenway Victory

Mayor Walsh Approves Anti-Tobacco Bill

Spring Storms Cause Citywide Power Outages

There it is: the rest of the world, carrying on as though nothing happened. As though I’m not tied to a chair in a dark basement somewhere, breathing in toxic black mold spores — they need to get an exterminator down here pronto, this stuff can’t be healthy for your lungs — all while praying to god they don’t kill me.

Because, well…. I can’t die. Not when I’ve barely lived.

I’m only twenty-three. I haven’t gone skydiving or ever been kissed passionately in the rain. I haven’t had a chance to try out a surely-disastrous pixie cut, or tan topless on a beach in the French Riviera. I’ve haven’t gone cage swimming with sharks or told the man I’m crazy about that I love him. Hate him. Want him. Want to kill him?

Oh, who the hell knows.

I’ve never been in a committed relationship. Hell, I’ve never even had an orgasm.

Seriously, I can’t go to my grave without at least one Big O on my record. That’s a crime against humanity.

“Your daddy wants proof of life,” he sneers, snapping me back to reality. “Hold it up so I can see it. You cooperate, you go home. You don’t…”

He doesn’t fill in the rest; doesn’t need to. It’s pretty self-explanatory, as threats go.

I contemplate tossing the paper to the floor at his feet, but I’m not exactly in a position to fight back. I try to lift my arms higher, but it’s not easy to do much of anything with the cord wrapped so tight around my wrists. The skin has gone raw where the rope digs into my flesh and my fingers feel tingly from lack of circulation. Unable to shift on the cold metal seat, everything below the waist is pretty much numb.

Once, I watched a YouTube video showing how to escape if your hands are ever bound with duct tape. Just my luck I’d end up with the one kidnapper in the world who still uses rope to restrain his victims’ limbs.

He strides across the room and flips on a set of overhead track lights, the sudden flare of the bulbs making my eyes water. I squint to keep him in focus as he sets his iPhone on a tripod and aims it at me.

“Smile for the camera, love.” His lips twist in a cruel grin and I wonder for the thousandth time how I missed it — the sociopathic gleam in his eyes, the dark edge to his charm. How could I have been so blind?

Oh, right.

The dimples. And the muscles. And dear god, the way he fills out a pair of dress pants…

Frankly, I never stood a chance.

“Come on, Phoebe. You can do better than that.” His eyes narrow. “Daddy will be wanting an update on his darling daughter’s safety.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, glaring at him.

“That can be arranged,” he volleys back flatly, the threat sending a cold tingle down my spine.

“You won’t get away with this… This… whatever you’re planning.” My words sound remarkably steady, considering my insides have dissolved into jelly. “He’ll never pay the ransom.”

“He’ll pay with his money or you’ll pay with your life. ” He leans toward me, face dark with anger, those stunning eyes narrowed on my wide hazel ones. “Either way, the Wests are going to fucking pay.”

My throat convulses.

I’m totally going to die a virgin.

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Meet the Author

JULIE JOHNSON is a twenty-something Boston native suffering from an extreme case of Peter Pan Syndrome and an obsession with fictional characters. When she’s not writing, Julie can most often be found daydreaming, drinking too much coffee, striving to conquer her Netflix queue, or stalking Goodreads for new books to add to her ever-growing TBR list.

She published her debut novel LIKE GRAVITY in August 2013, just before her senior year of college, and she’s never looked back. Since, she has published three more novels: SAY THE WORD, ERASING FAITH, and NOT YOU IT’S ME. Her books have appeared on Kindle and iTunes Bestseller lists around the world.

You can find Julie on Facebook or contact her on her website http://www.juliejohnsonbooks.com. Sometimes, when she can figure out how Twitter works, she tweets from @AuthorJulie. For major book news and updates, subscribe to Julie’s newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bnWtHH

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