Review~Race To Kill~Rachel Kall


When fiercely independent Vivian Reese is thrust onto the national stage during a heated presidential campaign, she doesn’t expect to become a media darling. She also doesn’t expect to start to fall for her sexy new bodyguard, Marcus Locke. But when threats start surfacing against the sitting President’s campaign and all evidence points to Vivian, she doesn’t know who to trust.

Delta Force Operator turned FBI agent Marcus Locke is supposed to be investigating campaign finance crimes. He’s not supposed to be checking out the sexy, eloquent campaign spokeswoman Vivian Reese, who’s one of his prime suspects! But when they are caught in the middle of a presidential race that is quickly turning deadly, he is forced to put both his heart and his job in the line of fire.

Tempers flare and passions ignite as the campaign gets dangerous, but when bullets start to fly will either of them survive?





This 4 star read had me on the edge of my seat and second guessing the whole way through! This story is of a Presidential race, with some serious troubles occurring. The main character Marc, is your typical ex-army guy who now works for the FBI. He is strong and built well and of course good looking. There is also Vivian Reese who is the strong woman lead in this story, who has been hurt in the past by the typical ex-military man.

Race to Kill takes you on a wild ride with ups and downs, and in the end you will think you have it all figured out, but you won’t. Rachel uses strong details to tell this story of scandal, corruption, and treason. There is a love story in there somewhere but it really isn’t needed because the suspense keeps you moving on through the story.

There is also a back story playing out, about a friendship that starts between the two ex-military men. Both of these men need a friend in their lives.  It really is touching how they work together after their meeting where they both wanted to pounce each other.

If you like a read that keeps moving, and is full of suspense, this book is certainly for you. However, if you are looking for the romance, with hot steamy descriptive sex, you might be let down. This didn’t bother me at all though because honestly it was a good, easy read.




Rachel Kall writes romantic suspense. She enjoys writing spicy and suspenseful stories to keep readers guessing. Rachel also loves to read every day while doing cardio. Her favorite genres are romantic suspense and contemporary romance, but she’s always open to an amazing story in any genre. Rachel is a member of Romance Writers of America, KOD, and Georgia Romance Writers. She loves animals and is active in animal rescue. She enjoys adding loveable pets to her stories. She lives in Georgia with her husband and five furkids–two dogs and three cats. She is represented by Sarah Younger at Nancy Yost Literary Agency.

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Book Blitz~Lost Without You~Liz Hannah

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Grace Young thought she was a survivor – until the day her twin brother died, leaving her parents heartbroken and their relationship with Grace fractured beyond repair. Now all Grace wants is a chance to experience something of a normal life, before it’s all too late.

Going to college hundreds of miles from home seems like the right way to embrace her new found freedom, especially after years of homeschooling, but while Grace takes to her classes naturally, it’s the other side of college that she’s unprepared for.

The parties. The friendships. The boys. Especially one Dean Michaels, the Haven University’s star soccer player. Fate throws the pair together, and their friendship starts to turn into something more. But can Grace keep the secrets of her past hidden without hurting those she’s come to count on the most?




It’s dark when I wake, except for the glow of the television. There’s no sound, but the movie we started watching earlier is playing; again, I presume, because I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen this part before. I can’t remember what it was about, aside from that it was a nineties adaption of Jane Austen’s Emma, the Californian accents all too uncomfortably familiar.

I blink a couple of times, stretching out. My arm collides with something solid, and I freeze, realizing that I’m not alone on the couch. Glancing upwards, I find myself looking into emerald eyes that seem to be illuminated in the soft light.

Oh, that’s right.

I quickly scramble to sit up, only to pause again the next second, my balance wavering. I’m half on Dean’s lap, and his hands shoot out to my waist to steady me before I fall off. A small wave of dizziness flows through me, and though I’m acutely aware of Dean’s fingers pressing into my side, a sweater the only thing between our skin, I’m glad that he has hold of me.

“Hey.” I take a deep breath in before exhaling. The hand I’ve placed on his shoulder burns like fire, and there’s an intensity building that scares me to death, but I can’t quite bring myself to pull away. In fact, instead of moving away from Dean like I should, I’m acutely aware that we’re so close, his breath tickling the loose strands of hair around my face.

“Hi.” His voice is thick from sleep. He tucks one behind my ear, his fingers hovering over the side of my face for a fraction of a second before pulling away. I want to lean in to his touch.

I shift my gaze away from his. This is not me. I’m not the kind of girl who melts when a guy looks at her. Especially one I still don’t know that well.

Lies, a voice hisses inside my head. You do know this boy, better than you think. Better than you want to know.

“You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake you.” I could feel his words rumble in his chest. My lips turn up in a small smile. He was watching me sleep?

A quick look down at his watch told me it was well after midnight. I don’t even want to know how many texts Rosie’s sent to find out where I am. The thought alone sends a blush across my face.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep. It’s been a long week.”

Dean nodded. “Midterms are an ass.”

I shift slightly, moving my weight into the dip between his legs, alleviating the pressure on his own, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instinctively, as if he thought I was about to run off, his fingers bunched the edges of my sweater together, holding on to me tighter.

I’m not going anywhere.

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

I look down, at his chest. It rises slowly with his heartbeat, calm and even. How can he be so relaxed? I can feel the tension knotting its way through my own body. The v neck of his sweater dips low, small swirls of hair escaping up. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hand across his chest.

I blink. Question. He’d asked a question.

“Uh, nothing, as of yet. Study? Maybe. What about you?”

My voice sounds as if I just swallowed helium. His he as affected by me as I am of him?

I wouldn’t know. I can’t look him directly in the eye, so I concentrate on a spot on the wall, just below his ear. Brown locks curl around the nape of his neck, and it takes all of my self-control to not stretch out and play with them. What was it about the darkness that made us so bold?

“Come home with me. Have Thanksgiving with my family.”

I straighten up. Hands tighten around my waist, preparing for me to bolt. I don’t give in to my instinct to run. With all the heat that was passing between us, what did going home with him mean?

And why was my brain screaming at me to say yes?

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Liz Hannah is a New Adult author that calls both Scotland and Australia home. Currently studying at university, when she’s not busy reading or writing, Liz can be found procrastinating from her studies pinning everything on Pinterest or collecting GIFs from Tumblr.

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Cover Reveal~Separation Anxiety~Lisa Suzanne

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By Lisa Suzanne

Release Date: 2/2014


We all get one true love in our lives, and it’s up to us to find it. Fate will act and try to push us together, but ultimately it’s up to us to recognize who that one person is when he’s standing in front of us.

It turns out that I recognized who my one person was when I was separated from my husband.


On the same day I determined that I was finally going to file for divorce, I confessed my secret to Jesse Drake, my swoon-worthy colleague known for his womanizing ways. Jesse invited me to crash with him, and with each new piece of the enigmatic Jesse puzzle that I started to fit into place, I found myself wondering if Fate had pushed us together for a reason.

If only my husband would stop getting in the way of the man with whom I was meant to be.


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Lisa Suzanne is a high school English teacher who lives at home in Arizona with her amazing husband and adorable yellow lab. She loves summer more than her students do.

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Book Blitz~Darkness Watching~Emma L. Adams

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Eighteen-year-old Ashlyn is one interview away from her future when she first sees the demons. She thinks she’s losing her mind, but the truth is far more frightening: she can see into the Darkworld, the home of spirits– and the darkness is staring back.

Desperate to escape the demons, Ash accepts a place at a university in the small town of Blackstone, in the middle of nowhere – little knowing that it isn’t coincidence that led her there but the pull of the Venantium, the sorcerers who maintain the barrier keeping demons from crossing from the Darkworld into our own world.

All-night parties, new friendships and a life without rules or limits are all part of the package of student life – but demons never give up, and their focus on Ash has attracted the attention of every sorcerer in the area. Ash is soon caught between her new life and a group of other students with a connection to the Darkworld, who could offer the answers she’s looking for. The demons want something from her, and someone is determined to kill her before she can find out what it is. 

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, not everyone is what they appear to be…


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“Hey, Ash, you know there’s supposed to be a zombie apocalypse today?”

My best friend Cara gestured toward a clove of garlic she’d pinned to her jacket, out of her misguided belief that it would fend off any potential supernatural threats. I decided not to mention that it would only help with vampires, not zombies. Besides, I doubted a single clove of garlic would be much help in surviving the End of Days.

I had my own demons to contend with.

As people sloped into the assembly hall for the annual Careers’ Talk, I skimmed through my notes yet again, hoping in vain that something would stick. For me, the following day reserved the title of Doomsday, the day of my interview at my top-choice university. Hell would be a better fate.

“Come on, Cara,” said Alice. ‘How many times is the world supposed to have ended now?”

“I’m not taking any chances,” said Cara, indicating that she wore a headband threaded with garlic, too, perched on top of her purple-highlighted dark hair.

“You’ll have a nightmare getting the smell out,” I told her. “Aren’t you supposed to be going out tonight?”

“Some guys like the smell of garlic,” said Cara, although she looked doubtful. ‘I think. Hmm. Maybe it’s a bit much.”

“Well, it better not be Armageddon, seeing as it’s my interview tomorrow,” I said. “Not to mention we’re in a careers assembly.”

Cara laughed. “I don’t know why I bothered coming, anyway. I’ve heard all this before.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Besides, if we’re going to die, I’d rather not be in this hellhole when it happens.”

“You know, Ash,” said Cara, squinting at me―the fluorescent lights in the hall gleamed far too brightly for a Monday morning―”you look like a walking zombie. When did you last get a decent night’s sleep?”

“Define ‘decent’?” I said.

“More than an hour. And not in the middle of school.”

I blinked, looking at her concerned face. Her dark eyes―outlined in purple, in blatant defiance of the school’s no-makeup rule―saw past my carefully constructed mask. Her penetrating stare saw right through any deception―something most people found a bit unnerving.

“Um…a couple of days ago? I can’t sleep, or I forget everything I know about Milton.”

“Jesus, girl.” Cara shook her head. “Who gives a crap about Milton, really? You’re going way over the top about this.”

“Maybe.” But sleep didn’t come easy when the fate of the world depended on my ability to pass an interview. Well, more like the fate of the school’s reputation. Ever since they’d found out about the Oxford interview, they wanted to hold me up as a beacon to prospective students. I thought this rather unfair on people like Cara, who’d worked just as hard as I had to get into a top-ten university but didn’t have to deal with the indignity of walking around under a spotlight. The worst part? I didn’t think I could do it.

I tried not to think about my record, which included scores of disastrous interviews for part-time jobs. And a tendency to panic in unfamiliar situations. But this time, I couldn’t afford to screw up. This has to be worth it. Somehow.

“Ash, you’ll be fine. You’re a genius.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

I felt more like an imposter. I might be able to memorise past papers, but that didn’t make me an intellectual. I’d rather play Mario Kart than read Wordsworth. Would I really fit in at Oxford?

Would I fit in anywhere?

Most of the time, I just felt scared. Scared and helpless, as if I teetered on the edge of a cliff and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop myself falling.

Mr Darton, our ever-clueless head of sixth form, began his customary mutter into the microphone―always the same speech. We had only one chance and this would affect the rest of our lives. The last thing I wanted to hear right now.

I tucked an errant curl of black hair behind my ear and tried to focus on the passage from Paradise Lost I wanted to memorise. It’ll serve them right if I just dropped out and ran away to Australia or something, I thought, and not for the first time, I imagined doing exactly that. I need to get out of here. I felt like a cage surrounded me on all sides, a glass case no one could see but me.

Focus, for God’s sake! snapped another voice in my head, jolting me back to reality.

The words jumped around the page, like they possessed a will of their own. I rubbed my temples, fighting the urge to groan in frustration. How would I ever remember any of this when staring down at a table of distinguished literary professors? I’d be lucky if I could remember my own name. In the mock interview with my personal tutor, I’d lost my head completely and babbled about a book I’d never even read for a good ten minutes. Panic obliterated all intelligent thought.

At that moment, the lights in the hall went out, as did the projector, plunging us into dusty darkness. Cara let out a shriek.

“It’s happening!” she wailed, clutching at her garlic clove which, not being securely fastened to her jacket, fell to the floor. With another shriek, she dived underneath her seat to retrieve it.

“Calm down! It’s just a power cut.” I furrowed my brow, trying to read my notes. Everyone talked amongst themselves as Mr Darton struggled to turn the projector back on. I couldn’t see any lights outside in the corridor, either. A whole school power-cut. Great. And why did I feel so cold?

A stream of faint winter sunlight shone through gaps in the blinds that covered the windows, lighting the myriad dust motes in the air. I sighed and tilted my head back, rubbing my eyes to stop them from closing. I could feel a headache building behind my temples.

Then a pair of eyes appeared amongst the rafters, and stared right into mine.

They gleamed violet, with vertically slit pupils like a cat’s. They blinked, looking down at the confusion below. Then they locked onto me.

Once, when I’d cut my finger on a kitchen knife, I’d gone into shock and nearly passed out. My vision turned blue around the edges, and everything acquired an odd, blurred quality. Right now, looking into those sinister, alien eyes, I felt exactly the same.

I’m going mad. It’s not real. Cara’s superstitions have made me start seeing things.

That, or the lack of sleep. I realised I’d stopped breathing. I could feel sweat on my forehead, but at the same time I felt cold all over, cold as the frigid December air outside. As if fresh snow covered me, slowly seeping into my skin through my hoody and jeans. But at the same time, it felt more like the kind of paralysing chill I associated with that moment in horror stories when someone saw a ghost.

Was it a ghost? I’d always thought ghosts would look…human. If I believed in them, which up until now, I thought I didn’t.

All around me, I could hear the other students chatting, laughing. No one screamed, cried, or ran for the doors. It was as though my own private bubble of horror enclosed me like the cage I’d envisioned earlier. Trapped.

Then I heard a faint whisper, almost like a breath.


I would have screamed if I’d been capable of making a sound. I knew beyond doubt that those eyes, that voice, belonged to something which wasn’t human.

The eyes blinked again, becoming part of the shadow once more, as the hall lights came back on. For a moment, a swathe of blackness remained in the rafters, like a single patch of mist left behind after a fog has lifted. Not a single speck of dust disturbed the area around it.

Then it vanished.

I still couldn’t breathe. Those cold eyes remained imprinted on the insides of my eyelids, light purple, glowing and staring.

Staring at me.

I blacked out for a minute. When I came to, I heard Mr Darton’s low mutter into the microphone-not that anyone listened. Whispers filled the air, ordinary conversations. People talked about their plans for the weekend, not about monsters with violet eyes or piercing, unnatural coldness. The more studious skimmed through revision notes. I looked down and saw mine scattered all over the floor. I didn’t remember dropping them. I didn’t remember anything but those awful eyes.

I’ve cracked. Did staring violet eyes fall under the category of stress-induced hallucinations?

Cara tried to laugh off her moment of panic.

“I didn’t really think it was the end of the world,” she insisted.

The end of the world. Maybe that was what I’d seen. A sign.



“Emma is an amazing writer. She has become one of my favorites. I couldn’t put Darkness Watching down.” – Diane at A Creative Mind

“Darkness Watching provides an original world that is fully complete and from a teens POV. It was dark and entertaining and sometimes teen books don’t go full out, this one did. The world building was truly strong in this novel.” – Lexi at 
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“Like good books should, Darkness Watching left me pondering the story after I’d finished reading AND left me wanting more. Adams built a strong world for readers to be immersed. But the regular world retained full realism. Normal every day teen situations felt completely believable.” – Erin at 
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I have to say, I didn’t see the ending coming! … the final showdown left me speechless (You will have to read it!)” – Julia at Never Judge a Book by its Movie

“This was entertaining from the start…I didn’t want to put it down, and fans of urban fantasies I think will enjoy this. Darkness Watching was definitely worth the read.” – Jenea at Books Live Forever

“This book is unique, fun and interesting. I kept wondering what was going to happen next…I felt that this book was well written and It was hard to put this book down once I started. ” -Jessica at Eat Sleep Read


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Emma spent her childhood creating imaginary worlds to compensate for a disappointingly average reality, so it was probably inevitable that she ended up writing fantasy and paranormal for young adults. She was born in Birmingham, UK, which she fled at the first opportunity to study English Literature at Lancaster University. In her three years at Lancaster, she hiked up mountains, skydived in Australia, and endured a traumatic episode involving a swarm of bees in the Costa Rican jungle. She also wrote various novels and short stories. These included her first publication, a rather bleak dystopian piece, and a disturbing story about a homicidal duck (which she hopes will never see the light of day).

Now a reluctant graduate, she can usually be found in front of her writing desk, creating weird and wonderful alternative worlds. Her debut novel The Puppet Spell, published in January 2013 by Rowanvale Books, is a fantasy tale for young adults and the young at heart, inspired by her lifelong love of the fantastical, mythology, and video games. Emma also writes supernatural fantasy novels for older teens and adults. Her next book, Darkness Watching, is the first in the upper-YA/New Adult Darkworld series, and was published in October 2013 by Curiosity Quills Press.

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Book Blitz~Othello~C.E. Wilson

Othello (Shakespeare for Everyone Else, #2)
Shakespeare’s work features some of the most memorable stories and characters ever created, yet for too many curious readers the combination of ultra-dense dialogue and unfamiliar historical settings make tackling the Bard’s work something between a tedious chore and a confusing mess of bird-bolts and quondam carpet-mongers.
While it’s nearly impossible to replicate or improve on these works, it is (thanks to their timeless nature) possible to make them more accessible to a wider audience.

In this Young Adult retelling of one of William Shakespeare’s most memorable plays, join C.E. Wilson as she breathes new life into Othello, the second book in her series Shakespeare for Everyone Else.


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“Stop!” Roderick said.  “I don’t want to hear about it.  If you’re so miserable being his treasurer then quit.  Who cares, you know?  You’ve already been rejected—”

“So then I’ll have a rep as a quitter?  Give me a break, I’ll stick it out.  I wasn’t raised to give up when things get shitty.  Besides, with me serving under him, I’m pretty sure I’m at an advantage.  Orion trusts me – he doesn’t know how my mind works.  He thinks I’m perfectly okay being passed over for Micah but he has no idea I’m against him.  At the end of the day, I will serve my post well,” he said sarcastically while giving a mock salute.  “I care about the school and I care about my reputation, but let me tell you this, Roderick.  I’m not the friendly nice guy everyone thinks I am.”

Roderick lifted up his head, looking at his friend curiously.  “If Orion really believes you’re working for him then he’s stupider than he looks.  But what are we going to do about him dating Devony?  How am I supposed to land her for myself if she’s actually with him?”

“I have an idea.”

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been able to get past the language, pick up this edition and enjoy.” ~The
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“I definitely recommend this to
all the Shakespeare lovers, especially if you’re a young adult yourself, or
really enjoy reading YA books.”  ~Angelic
“The writing is
beautiful, as C.E. Wilson was able to keep the poetic tone of the story. My
love for YA stories has been restored!”
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C.E. Wilson is currently living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband and her two dogs and two cats. They are all the loves of her life. When she’s not writing young adult fantasy novels, she enjoys writing short stories on her Deviant Art page. She loves to write stories involving giants and little people (also known as GT) and nothing helps her to write more than Coca-Cola and glazed doughnut holes.

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