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Beyond The Page & Giveaway: “The Italian’s Deal For I Do” by Jennifer Hayward

Apr 30

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Today it’s my pleasure to welcome back Jennifer Hayward to CABR.

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She’s sharing her top five things about her book in Society Weddings series from Harlequin Presents/Mills & Boon Modern,

THE ITALIAN’S DEAL FOR I DO.

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There’s a giveaway too :)

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Giveaway: Box-o-Books and Swag!

Jun 15

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I’ve been blogging for two years now and I wanted to celebrate this,

plus say “Thank you” to my loyal followers,

by doing a six-part Giveaway of books, swag and CABR totes signed by lots of great authors!! 

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Good luck everyone 😀

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Guest Post & Giveaway: “The Truth About De Campo (The Delicious De Campos #3)” by Jennifer Hayward

Feb 28

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The lovely Jennifer Hayward has taken over CABR today.

I know you’ll have fun with her, who wouldn’t? 🙂

Good luck in the De Campos giveaway

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Beyond The Page & Giveaway: “Uncovering Her Secrets” by Amalie Berlin

Feb 18

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Today it’s my pleasure to welcome Amalie Berlin to CABR 🙂

Enjoy a good medical romance?

Then be sure to enter Amalie’s UNCOVERING HER SECRETS giveaway!

Enjoy 🙂

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(CABR Top Pick) Review: “The Divorce Party” by Jennifer Hayward

Aug 29

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Review: Wow. Debut author JENNIFER HAYWARD proves why her submission was chosen as the winner of Harlequin’s 2012 So You Think You Can Write (SYTYCW) competition 🙂

Once I started reading THE DIVORCE PARTY, I simply could not put it down. Literally. I read this book in one day and was dying to read another by Ms Hayward.

Thank God she’s planning to write sequels about relatives of the hero and heroine 🙂

Ok. What has me so excited you ask? Everything.

**spoilers**

There’s the journey of two soul mates who weren’t brave enough the first time around to share all of their secrets.

The heroine, Lilly Anderson, has an eating disorder. She has reached a good place in life, where she knows what to do to avoid succumbing to this potentially fatal habit, but it can be a difficult road to travel at times.

Ricardo De Campo, meanwhile, is a former race car driver who walked away from a winning season, one where he was poised to take home the championship, to take over as CEO of his family’s business empire.

Ms Hayward brings Lilly and Ricardo to life through her deft touch with dialogue and description. You get insight into Lilly’s thoughts and motivations in one scene, then you’re given a glimpse into how Ricardo is handling things in another.

I love dual points of view. You get a much richer experience of a couple’s journey toward HEA.  🙂

Did I mention the sexual chemistry between these two? Smoking!

Ricardo is drool-worthy and his wife is hot too. While they share some passionate kisses early on, a level of trust and complete honesty on both their parts is required before they consummate their relationship. But boy oh boy, was it worth the wait 😉

Looking for a great book that won’t take you forever to finish? Or perhaps that perfect gift for the Harlequin/Mills & Boon fan in your family?

Then THE DIVORCE PARTY is it.   😀

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TDP cover 2Title: The Divorce Party

Author: Jennifer Hayward

Publisher: Harlequin Presents

Publication date: September 2013

Synopsis: “You threw your fifty-thousand-dollar engagement ring off the Brooklyn Bridge?”  

Lilly shows up to her lavish divorce party with one goal in mind—to leave as quickly as possible minus a husband! Except he has other plans…and Riccardo De Campo isn’t easy to say “no” to.

Forced back into Riccardo’s glittering, gossip-fueled world, the price of perfection is still too high and Lilly’s old insecurities resurface. An unexpected consequence of their reunion raises the stakes even higher, and the media’s golden couple must finally confront the truth behind the headlines.

Congratulations to Jennifer Hayward, winner of Harlequin’s 2012 So You Think You Can Write competition! 

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Beyond The Page: Maisey Yates

Sep 1

Folks it’s my great pleasure to welcome the magical writing machine known as Maisey Yates to Caribbean Accent Book Reviews.

In today’s edition of Beyond The Page, Maisey will be discussing her category romances with Mills&Boon/Harlequin as well as her new book deal with Berkley.

There’s a GIVEAWAY too – “Princess From The Shadows” from Harlequin Presents. (1) POST A COMMENT then (2) enter the RAFFLECOPTER.

CABR: You’ve been a published author since October 2010 when “His Virgin Acquisition” came out in Harlequin Presents. Now you’re moving into a slightly new territory with your Silver Creek cowboy series from Berkley.Would you call this a novel vs category romance?

MY: I have a novella coming first for the Silver Creek series, and am also contracted for two full length contemporary romances. They are longer than my category romances and a lot funnier.

CABR: Tell us about Silver Creek and how you sold it to Berkley.

MY: Well, I first started thinking about expanding to single title just before RWA conference in 2011. I had breakfast with the woman who would become my agent and I told her I had an idea for a sexy cowboy book. A couple months later she started submitting it to publishers. And it took us nearly a year to sell it! It got quite a few rejections, but it finally landed with an editor who was very excited about the book, and about the series as a whole. I got the call about the sale being final while I was at registration for RWA 2012. I’m thrilled to be with Berkley, and with editors who are as excited about the series as I am.

CABR: A year! Shows how important it is to be persistent and to believe in what you’ve written.

I know you to be a prolific writer with cute code names for WIP (Works In Progress). What are you working on now?

MY: Right now I’m working on the Geek Billionaire for Presents. And he is, indeed, a geek billionaire. Not a Greek one.

CABR: While writing up a storm, you’ve also been busy moving house. How did you stay sane?

MY: I was never all that sane to start with, which I think helps in this business. Honestly? I’m not a routine girl. I’ve learned to just roll with the punches and make it work no matter the situation.

CABR: LOL. Excellent attitude to have.

We all know conventions are an excellent place to connect with fellow writers, your fans and potential publishers of new series. Why do you go attend them?

MY: It depends on the convention. Romantic Times (which I’m doing a reader panel at this year!) is my time to connect with readers. RWA is more of a professional conference for me. A chance to meet with editors from the M&B office in the UK, this year, I met one of the editors from Berkley who was involved in my sale, and to see my agent.

CABR: What role does social media play, if any, in your work – be it inspiration, plot help or general feedback?

MY: Social media, twitter particularly, is my water cooler. A chance to hang out and chat, to talk about books and writing. It’s fun for me.

CABR: I’ve noticed a trend in M&B/Harlequin these days to have two-part books, whether it’s the same couple’s story in two parts or connected stories. What’s your take on this, having written at least one connected duet?

MY: I haven’t done one with the same couple split into two parts, but yes, I’ve done some connected duets. As a reader, I’m curious. If an author gives me a side character and hints at their story, I want to know what’s going to happen to them. I do the same as a writer. A character pops in and I’m curious, so I think about them later and want to write their stories!

An Accidental Birthright and The Inherited Bride are connected. Marriage Made on Paper and The Petrov Proposal are as well. There’s also One Night in Paradise and A Game of Vows.

At the end of this year, beginning of 2013, my two-book series “The Call of Duty” comes out, with A Royal World Apart in December and At His Majesty’s Request in January.

Then in April and May I have a duet called “Secret Heirs of Powerful Men”. The first book is called “Heir to a Desert Legacy” while the second is untitled right now. 🙂

CABR: I did tell you guys that Maisey is a prolific writer. See? 😀

Maisey, what’s the funniest fan interaction you’ve had?

MY: Um…she wasn’t even really a fan. But I was buying pasta at a gourmet food store and the woman ringing up my purchase asked what I did. I told her and she SCREAMED and said AH YOU’RE FAMOUS! I was completely stunned!

CABR: Ever  been awestruck upon meeting any particular author/s at conventions? Were you able to ‘keep it together’?

MY: I met Brenda Jackson this year, which was awe inspiring. And I think I said something dumb about her sexy cover models!

CABR: If you could be someone else for a day, from any time in history, who would you be and why?

MY: Lame answer, but I’m happy here and now. I have the best job ever and the handsomest husband!

CABR: Aww. Not lame at all.

Which character from fiction, yours or another author’s, would you like to spend time with and why?

MY: Okay, if we’re talking fiction, then Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling world for sure! I want a TK Psy of my very own. 🙂

CABR: I sense a trend here. You’re not the first author to tell me that and I get why. Those Psy-Changeling guys are hawt!!

It was great having you on my blog Maisey. Best of luck with the Silver Creek series from Berkley.

Readers, remember to (1) POST A COMMENT then (2) enter the RAFFLECOPTER for your chance to WIN “Princess From The Shadows“.

Review: “The Dark Side Of Desire” by Julia James

Aug 29

Title: The Dark Side of Desire

Author: Julia James

Grade: C

Publication date: June 2012

Publisher: Mills&Boon UK / Harlequin Presents

Synopsis: Offered by her father…

English rose Flavia Lassiter has never been comfortable in her father’s glitzy world. Summoned to yet another of his ostentatiously lavish parties, she has one order: to be ‘nice’ to a wealthy investor. Her body may be on offer, but she shields her heart behind an icy shell.

                       Taken by the billionaire!

Leon Maranz emanates a dark power that sends shivers through her body – threatening to shatter her frosty facade. To let the self-made billionaire bed her would be to do her unscrupulous father’s bidding. But to turn Leon down would be to deny her body’s deepest desires…

Review: A very interesting and at times frustrating read. I borrowed this book from my book club because it seemed different to the usual category romance plot and Julia James was a  new-to-me author, so I though I’d give her a try.

A friend told me JJ usually has heros you dislike for about two thirds of the story and then she turns things around for the H/H and for you the reader. In DSOD it’s the heroine who frustrated me no end, with lots of internal dialogue about the same angst-ridden topic. “OK, I get your between a rock and a hard place but move on already!” That’s what I was thinking for the first third  of the book.

Then I saw glimmers of promise, and bearing in mind what my friend had said, I kept on reading. Progress was made in the plot and in Flavia and Leon getting together but Julia James just had to throw in some more angst.

In the last third of the book real progress is made, with Flavia deciding to take something for herself rather than continuously sacrificing herself for her grandmother’s sake. She does so because her grandmother has very little awareness of who’s with her, so Flavia knows she won’t be missed too much. Then her grandmother takes a turn for the worse and the H/H break up.

How Julia James resolves these conflicts is what truly saved “The Dark Side of Desire” from a Grade D. The last third of the book almost makes up for the struggle I faced in reading the first third. Hence the Grade C. Maybe you will like it more but don’t say I didn’t warn you about the start. 🙂

REVIEW: Duty and the Beast by Trish Morey

Aug 5

Title: Duty and the Beast

Author: Trish Morey

Publication date: May 2012

Publisher: Mills & Boon

Synopsis: Rescued from the clutches of a lascivious prince, Princess Aisha Peshwah quickly realizes she’s jumped out of the frying pan and headfirst into the fire. Her rescuer is Zoltan Al Farouk bin Shamal—an unashamed barbarian!—who must marry Aisha himself to ensure he is crowned king.

Commanding, stern and brutally attractive, Zoltan is as untamed as the desert he will be master of. Aisha wants to resist, but is drawn to this enigmatic man, and soon her innocent body begins to unravel beneath his powerful possession…

Review: The action starts in scene 1, chapter 1 and doesn’t let up in “Duty and the Beast”. Trish Morey skillfully weaves between physical action; Princess Aisha being rescued, and emotional action; a proud Aisha losing hope of a marriage for love during a phone call with her father that is witnessed by Zoltan.

If you love a good sheikh story, a little desert romance, then get your hands on a copy of this book. It’s not your typical desert abduction story. Aisha and Zoltan both have issues to work through and the reality of a constitutionally required arranged marriage to come to terms with.

TM is a ‘new to me’ author but I’m already looking forward to reading more of her books. I wish her website was up-to-date but there’s always Amazon or Barnes & Noble for current release dates.

Grade: A

Excerpt: They came for her in the dead of night, while the camp was silent but for the rustle of palm leaves on the cool night air and the snort of camels dreaming of desert caravans long since travelled. She was not afraid when she heard the zip of the blade through the wall of the tent. She was not even afraid when a man dressed all in black, his face covered by a mask tied behind his head and with only slits for his eyes, stepped inside, even though his height and the width of his shoulders were enough to steal her breath away and cause her pulse to trip.

Instead it was relief that flooded her veins and brought her close to tears, relief that the rescue she had prayed and hoped so desperately for had finally arrived.

‘I knew you would come for me,’ she whispered as she slid fully dressed out of bed to meet him, almost tripping over her slippers in her rush to get away. She swallowed back a sob, knowing what she was escaping, knowing how close she had come. But at last she would be safe. There was no need to be afraid.

But when the hand clamped hard over her mouth to silence her, and she felt herself pulled roughly against his hard, muscular body, there was no denying her sudden jag of fear.

‘Do not utter another word, Princess,’ the man hissed into her ear as he dipped his head to hers. ‘Or it may be your last.’

She stiffened even as she accepted the indignity, for she had been raised to accept no stranger’s touch. But she had little choice now, with his arm like a steel band around her waist, the fingers of one large hand splayed from her chest to her belly and the palm of his other hand plastered hard across her mouth so that she could all but taste his heated flesh.

Unnecessarily close.

Unnecessarily possessive.

Every breath she took contained his scent, a blend of horseflesh and leather, of shifting sands and desert air, all laced with a warm, musky scent that wormed its way into all the places he touched her and beyond. Those places burned with heat until unnecessarily possessive became unnecessarily intimate, and some innate sense of survival pounded out a message in her heartbeat, warning her that perhaps she was not as safe as she had supposed.

Something inside her rebelled. Foolish man! He might be here to rescue her but hadn’t she been ready and waiting? Did he imagine she had prayed for rescue only to scream or run and risk her chances of escape?

She was sick of being manhandled and treated like a prize, first by Mustafa’s goons and now by her own father’s. She was a princess of Jemeya, after all. How dared this man handle her like some common sack of melons he might have picked up at the market?

He shifted and she squirmed, hoping to take advantage of his sudden stillness while his focus seemed elsewhere, but there was no escape. The iron band simply pulled her tighter against the hard wall of his body, his fingers tightening on her flesh, punching the air from her lungs. She gasped, her lips parting, and felt one long finger intrude between her lips.

Shock turned to panic as she tasted his flesh in her mouth.

She felt invaded. She felt violated with the intimacy of the act.

So she did the only possible thing she could. She bit down. Hard.

He jumped and spat out a curse under his breath, but, while he shifted his fingers away from the danger of her teeth, he did not let her go. ‘Be still!’ he hissed, holding her tighter, even closer to his rigid form, so that she was convinced he must be made of rock. Warm, solid rock but with a drum beating at its core. Once more she was reminded that this man was not just some nameless rescuer, not just a warrior sent by her father, but a man of flesh and blood, a beating heart and a hot hand that touched her in places no man’s hand had a right to be. A hand that stirred a strange pooling heat deep in her belly…

She was glad she had bitten him. She hoped it hurt like hell. She would gladly tell him that too, if only he would take his damned hand off her mouth.

And then she heard it—a short grunt from outside the tent—and she froze as the curtains twitched open.

Ahmed, she realised as the unconscious guard was flopped to the carpet by a second bandit clad similarly in black. Ahmed, who had leered hungrily at her every time he had brought in her meals, laughing at her when she had insisted on being returned to her father, telling her with unrestrained glee exactly what Mustafa planned on doing with his intended bride the moment they were married.

The bandit’s eyes barely lingered on her before he nodded to the man at her back. ‘Clear for now, but go quickly. There are more.’

‘And Kadar?’

‘Preparing one of his “surprises”.’

All at once she was moving, propelled by her nameless rescuer towards the slash in the tent wall, her slippered feet barely grazing the carpeted floor. He hesitated there just a fraction, testing the air, listening intently, before he set her down, finally loosening his grip but not nearly enough to excise the blistering memory of his large hand spreading wide over her belly.

‘Can you run as hard as you bite?’ he asked quietly, his voice husky and low as he wrapped his large hand around hers, scanning the area one last time before he looked down at her.

The glinting light in his eyes made her angrier than ever. Now he was laughing at her? She threw him an icy look designed to extinguish any trace of amusement. ‘I bite harder.’

Even in the dark she thought she sensed the scarf over his mouth twitch before a cry rang out across the camp behind them.

‘Let’s hope you’re wrong,’ he muttered darkly, tugging her roughly into a run beside him, his hand squeezing hers with a grip of steel, the second man guarding their rear as together they scaled the low dune, shouts of panic and accusation now building behind them.

Adrenaline fuelled her lungs and legs—adrenaline and the tantalising thought that as soon as they were safe she was going to set her father’s arrogant mercenary right about how to treat a princess.

From the camp behind came an order to stop, followed by the crack of rifle fire and a whistle as the bullet zinged somewhere over their heads, and she soon forgot about being angry with her rescuer. They would not shoot her, she reasoned. They would not dare harm a princess of Jemeya and risk sparking an international incident. But it was dark and her captors were panicking and she had no intention of testing her theory.

Neither had she any intention of complying with the command to stop, even if the man by her side had any hint of letting her go. No way would she let herself be recaptured, not when Mustafa’s ugly threats still made her shudder with revulsion. Marry a slug like Mustafa? No way. This was the twenty-first century. She wasn’t going to be forced into marrying anybody.

So she clung harder to her rescuer’s hand and forced her feet to move faster across the sand, her satin slippers cracking through the dune’s fragile crust until, heavy and dragging with sand, her foot slipped from one and she hesitated momentarily when he jerked her forwards.

‘Leave it,’ he snapped, urging her on as another order to stop and another shot rang out, and she let the other slipper be taken by the dune too, finding it easier to keep up with him barefoot as they forged across the sand. Her lungs and muscles burned by the time they had scaled the dune and plunged over the other side, her mouth as dry as the ground beneath her bare feet. As much as she wanted to flee, as much as she had to keep going or Mustafa’s men would surely hunt her down, she knew she could not keep going like this for long.

Over the sound of her own ragged breath she heard it—a whistle piercing the sky, and then another, until the night sky became a screaming promise that ended with a series of explosions bursting colour and light into the dark night. The cries from behind them became more frantic and panicked and all around was the acrid smell of gunpowder.

‘What did you do to them?’ she demanded, feeling suddenly sickened as the air above the camp glowed now with the flicker of flame from burning tents. Escape was one thing, but leaving a trail of bloodied and injured—maybe even worse—was another.

He shrugged as if it didn’t matter, and she wanted to pull her hand free and strike him for being so callous.

‘You did want to be rescued, Princess?’ Then he turned, and in the glow from the fires she could make out the dark shape of someone waiting for them, could hear the low nicker of the horses he held. Four horses, one for each of them, she noted, momentarily regretting the loss of her shoes until she realised all she would be gaining. She didn’t care if her feet froze in the chill night air or rubbed raw on the stirrups. It was a small price to pay for some welcome space from this man. How she could do with some space from him.

‘Surely,’ she said, as they strode towards the waiting horses, ‘you didn’t have to go that far?’

‘You don’t think you’re worth it?’ Once again she got the distinct impression he was laughing at her. She looked away in sheer frustration, trying to focus on the positives. Her father had sent rescuers. Soon she would see him again. And soon she would be in her own home, where people took her seriously, and where men didn’t come with glinting eyes, hidden smiles and hands that set off electric shocks under her skin.

She could hardly wait.

She was already reaching for the reins of the closest horse when his hand stopped her wrist. ‘No, Princess.’ ‘No? Then which one’s mine?’

‘You ride with me.’ ‘But there are four.’ ‘And there are five of us.’

‘But…’ And then she saw them, two more men in black running low across the dunes towards them when she had been expecting only one.

‘Kadar,’ he said, slapping one of the men on the back as they neared, making her wonder how he could tell which one was which when they were indistinguishable to her.

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