New Adult Guest Review: Easy by Tammara Webber


Rescued by a stranger.
Haunted by a secret
Sometimes, love isn’t easy…

He watched her, but never knew her. Until thanks to a chance encounter, he became her savior…

The attraction between them was undeniable. Yet the past he’d worked so hard to overcome, and the future she’d put so much faith in, threatened to tear them apart.

Only together could they fight the pain and guilt, face the truth—and find the unexpected power of love.

A groundbreaking novel in the New Adult genre, Easy faces one girl’s struggle to regain the trust she’s lost, find the inner strength to fight back against an attacker, and accept the peace she finds in the arms of a secretive boy.

Title: Easy
Author: Tammara Webber
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 0425266745
Genre: New Adult
Release date: November 6th 2012
Number of pages: 310

Review by Melissa

Easy was my first ever New Adult novel that I read and fell in love with. The reason that I’m writing this review now and not a few months ago as I should have is because I back then couldn’t find the right words to describe how wonderful and inspiring this book really is. Actually, I still don’t think I have the right words and I believe I will never do, but it’s time for me to write more than “I loved this book so much!”.

First of all, I’d like to praise the author of this amazing book. Tammara Webber is an author that knows how to deliver a story with such a tough subject and at the same time, bring out hope and encourage her readers to think more about it. She kind of turns on the lights of a very dark room with the help of humor, romance and the harsh reality of the extremes sick people tend to do to innocent ones.

In Easy, Jackie is almost raped by someone she knows, but is saved by the handsome Lucas who happened to be near her at the right time. Even if the deed wasn’t done all the way through, this event left her emotionally drained and terrified to be a victim again. But life goes on, and she has to live with the nightmare and hope that it never happens to her again.

Lucas is incredible. He’s more than a knight in shining armor. He is a fighter, attentive, caring and a beautiful broken boy who needs his own savior to save him from his inner demons. Oh, how I loved to read about him. Jackie is one lucky girl to have found him. The chemistry between them was … HOT. And, even though their relationship was complicated-tempers were always brimming at their limits and tension would break out constantly between them-they were both perfect for each other.

Easy is so, so good from cover to back that I will be rereading it once I get a break from my ever-growing TBR pile. This book is the kind that leaves a mark. It makes you giddy and excited. It makes you laugh and then stuns you in shock. It’s a book worth reading over and over again until you know every line by heart. I definitely recommend it to everyone who loves the New Adult genre.


Review: A Callahan Wedding by Tina Leonard

A Callahan Wedding (Harlequin American Romance Series #1401)
Title: A Callahan Wedding
Author:  Tina Leonard
Series: Callahan Cowboys
Publisher:  Harlequin
Format: ebook
ISBN: 0373754051
Genre: Romance
Release date: May 1st 2012
Number of pages: 224



"Holy Smokes. I’m A Father."

Sabrina McKinley broke Jonas’s heart when she left him for another man. Then the eldest Callahan brother gets the surprise of his life when he sees her again…holding his son. Even at six months, his bouncing baby boy was wearing the legendary Callahan smile!

Which means Sabrina has got to marry him, even if Jonas has to drag her to the altar.

Sabrina’s been head over heels for the hunky cowboy doctor since the day she first came to Rancho Diablo; it’s always been Jonas keeping her at arm’s length. She won’t settle for anything less than the real deal—the love and happiness that Jonas’s five brothers have found.

But when a revelation about a family secret comes out, Sabrina can see Jonas is ready to look toward the future. He won’t be the last bachelor on the ranch. After all, he’s a Callahan!

My Thoughts:

This was part of a series and it can be read as a stand-alone with no problem. Callahan’s have a big family and this is the last book on the series.


Jonas left Rancho Diablo because he thought Sabrina has a new boyfriend. He’s in love with her and they have a crazy relationship, but since she lied to him before now he has a problem in believing. After she showed up pregnant he decided to just left.


Sabrina is such a nice girl and I really cheered for her to get her happy ending, but sometimes in the book I wanted to scream to her what are you doing. She needed to find good reasons to stay and Jonas is a perfect cowboy with family issues but he’s someone to trust.


I liked him groveling almost the whole book and how these family is united, plus discovering those secrets was really interesting. Great read, with funny points all the way.



Books in this Series:

#1 – The Cowboy’s Triplets

#2 – The Cowboy’s Bonus Babies

#3 – The Bull Rider’s Twins

#4 – His Valentine Triplets

#5 -  A Callahan Wedding

Interview and Giveaway: Tori St. Claire

Hey everyone today I’ll be receiving author Tori St. Claire to answer some questions. Tori’s new novel Stripped was released in January 3rd.
BookTravels: Why did you decide to write an erotic romance?
Tori St. Claire: I was wondering if someone was going to ask me this question!  I’m so glad you did… because this is probably the only instance in my publishing career that has a legitimately interesting story.
I spoke at the NOLA Stars conference in March of 2011 and met Delilah Devlin and Alexis Walker.  In talking with them, I decided I’d give erotica a shot when I finished the current novella I was working on because it sounded challenging.  A few months prior to this Stripped had finaled in a contest for romantic suspense and when I left my agent was shopping it.
I came home on a Sunday night with only my critique partner, my special guy, and Alexis knowing I was going to definitely try my hand at erotica.  Monday I was sitting with my boys finishing off the last of the crawdads I brought home when my agent called.  My hands were a mess, so I didn’t answer.  Her message – “Berkley has some input on Stripped”.
Immediately I dialed and learned the conditional offer had been made on my book if I modified it to become erotic.  I then jumped in place and informed my agent yes I was willing and all the details about what I’d decided at the conference.  Her response?  “Good, I already told them you would.”  Laugh!
So Stripped came to life rather coincidentally. The only deliberately erotic book I’ve consciously written is its counterpart, Lie to Me, coming in July.
BT: What do you think makes your book stand out in today’s market?
TSC: My book is actually a bit controversial, to be frank.  I have dark characters.  Morally ambiguous characters doing amoral things for the sake of national security.  Many erotic suspense books have characters who are covert operatives in one fashion or another, but we rarely see them engaging in the parts of their professional lives that might make us, as “normal people” cringe.  I broke that barrier and took risks with the Black Opals.
I don’t expectthe reader to walk away from the book saying “If I could only be a Black Opal.”  What I hope is that readers will see the characters for who they are and understand the story as it fits the character, not necessarily as an idol to be looked up to.  Kinda like Tom Hanks’ character in Road to Perdition.  He was not a nice guy.  He was a hitman for the mafia who was, at the core, a human being.  But we understood his journey, his obstacles, and for awhile, we walked in his shoes, supporting his goal and rooting for him to live.
BT: Do you have any must-haves while you are writing?
TSC: Coffee, coffee, coffee… and some sort of snack.  Currently its either honey-wheat pretzels or cinnamon pretzels.
BT: What kind of books do you read in your spare time? Do you read the same genre that you write?
TSC: I do read the same genre that I write.  It’s very important to be familiar with what’s popular in the markets.  But when I’m not reading romance or erotic romance, you’re apt to see me with a non-fiction book on ancient civilizations or with an epic fantasy story I hand.
BT: Can you tell us anything about what you are currently working on?
TSC:  Because I write under two pen names, I have a lot of projects in the works.  As Tori St. Claire, I’m working on follow-up proposals at the moment and tackling edits for the second Black Opal novel, Lie to Me.
Under my Claire Ashgrove hat, I’m working through edits on my second book in the series, The Curse of the Templar and I’m also finalizing the Inherited Damnation series.  I’m also constructing a proposal as well that’s entirely different than anything I’ve written before.  All I’m going to say on that note 🙂
Body of secrets…
As a member of the CIA’s elite, Black Opals, Natalya Trubachev must live a lie, working undercover as the lover of Dmitri, a Russian mob boss. His business is trafficking vulnerable Las Vegas strippers overseas for twisted sex games. Natalya’s business is to blow the ring wide open and bring down Dmitri and his American contacts. But the stakes are raised when she learns that the next target is her own sister Kate, a dancer in the famed club Fantasia. Only now does Natalya realize how personal her mission has become, and how far she’s willing to go to complete it.
Body of lies…
The manager of Fantasia is Brandon Moretti, an undercover detective who keeps a close eye on his girls, and an even closer one on his sinfully sensual hire. For Natalya, working the club could be the break she’s been waiting for. But for Moretti, Natalya is a possible link to a killer. Only he never counted on her being so lethally seductive or so dangerous to get close to.  As every forbidden pleasure between them is stripped away, his own secrets threaten their security, but it’s Natalya’s that could destroy them both.
And now a short excerpt from the book…

“No.” Sitting forward, Brandon folded his hands on the stack of papers atop his desk. “You worked with Kate. That was when? Ten years ago? Have you danced since then?”

“Fifteen, and no. But I’m quite capable.” Only because Dmitri made her dance for him. She supposed she could consider that a benefit. If he hadn’t insisted on private pole dances, her body would have forgotten how.

The reproachful arch of a dark eyebrow hinted at doubt. “What makes you certain you can compete with the girls who’ve been doing this for years?” His gaze dropped to her breasts, then slid slowly back up to lock with hers. “Beyond the obvious.”

Natalya’s body flushed with heat. She crossed the opposite leg over her opposite knee, unsettled by the blatant appreciation in those tawny eyes. How many times had Dmitri looked at her with the same suggestion in his gaze?

How long had it been since she’d liked being stripped bare with a mere glance?

The sudden tingling of her skin disturbed her. Moretti could very well be one of Dmitri’s faithful—he had more than one cop on the take. While Dmitri understood her job required a bit of . . . feminine finesse . . . he’d only grant her so much leeway. If she gave him a reason to suspect her allegiance, he’d slice her throat before she could see the knife glint. And the way her body was warming beneath Brandon’s heated stare spelled trouble.

Determined to ignore his blatantly sexual gaze, she focused on the small white scar across Moretti’s chin and dredged up every reason she could think of to convince him into giving her the job. “I danced well. Was the crowd favorite for a while. I held the job all through college, and two years in, the girls were coming to me for dance suggestions, costuming, on-the-spot fixes for breakdowns. Advice on how to handle the more exuberant customers.” She took a breath and began counting items off her fingers. “I hired. I fired. I kept the drugs out of the dressing rooms. I trained the girls on the pole—Kate said you needed someone strong with the pole. My core body strength—”

“You’re hired.”

Natalya snapped her mouth shut. Slowly, she blinked. “What?”

“You’re hired.” Moretti stood, stretching out his muscular thighs that even his loose denim jeans couldn’t disguise. He shoved his left hand into his hip pocket. Against her will, Natalya’s gaze dropped to his crotch. Her breath caught at the tightening of his fly, the hard ridge that evidenced arousal.

When she yanked her gaze back to Brandon’s, his eyes flashed dark gold, telling her he knew exactly where she’d been looking. His voice, however, belied his awareness. “We open in three hours. I’ll need you here early to help get the girls settled in.”

“The girls?”

He fished a set of keys out of the top right desk drawer and held his fist over her hand. “These are to the dressing rooms. I have a copy, you have a copy. No one else. Kate’s our star. She goes on at ten, and every two hours after. Jill follows. Beyond that, you’ll have to talk to the girls.”

Natalya moved her hand beneath his, palm up, waiting for the keys. “And me?”

“I need a housemom more than I need a dancer.” His fingers brushed the base of her wrist.

Ignoring the chill that raced to her shoulder, she blinked again. “A housemom?” He had to be kidding! She needed to be onstage. Scoping out the crowd. Looking for Discovery, as he was bound to be looking for potential targets.

Brandon lifted his hand a fraction. “A housemom.”

Or the job wasn’t hers. The hard line of his chiseled jaw voiced what he didn’t say.

Hell, not if she had anything to say about it. She was here to crack a case, and she couldn’t do that locked away in the back of the house.

He slammed the ball of his fist down on her desk. A box of chocolate-covered cherries jumped. He glanced at the white and red carton briefly, then dismissed it, locking his gaze with Natalya’s once more. “I’ll tell you about wrong ideas. Let’s start with how your boss told you not to dance, and you decided to do so anyway.”

“My boss?” Natalya laughed again. “Make up your mind which role you want to play, Brandon. You’re only my boss when it’s convenient for you. Otherwise you’re too busy fucking me.”

He clamped his teeth down on the stream of oaths that choked off his air. He couldn’t argue with the truth. Moreover, he caught the flat glint of her eyes. The unfeeling stare that told him the words were real enough, but the woman who said them wasn’t. For a moment, in the dancers’ lounge, he’d glimpsed that mesmerizing Natalya who drove him to maddening limits. While this shell made him every bit as crazy, he ached for the woman who prompted him into foolishness. She had been on the stage. She deserved the fight.

“Damn it, where are you?” Frustrated beyond all means, he swiped his arm across the desk, sending the chocolates flying into the wall.

She blinked. But not at him, he realized, as he followed the trajectory of her gaze. She stared at the floor where the box had broken open. Smashed chocolate-covered cherries coated the floor, sugary ooze pouring from a squashed corner.

Brandon straightened. Unease filtered through his angry haze. He’d hit the candy hard. But not hard enough to smash two entire trays of candies, each held in egg-shaped cups. That candy was already crushed, long before he’d hit it. And to accomplish that, while keeping the flimsy plastic cups from collapsing, someone had done it piece by piece.

“Who gave you that?” His gaze flicked back to hers, and he took a small measure of satisfaction at witnessing the truth behind her eyes before she once again snapped the shutters closed.

“I told you jealousy wasn’t a pretty color for you.”

He pursed his lips, ground his teeth together. With patience that defied his years of training, he gritted out, “No games. Who gave you the chocolate, Natalya?”

Defiance radiated in the proud jut of her chin. Sparkled behind her unblinking stare. Then, as she blinked, the facade crumbled. She shook her head. “It wasn’t here when I left for the stage.”

In the next heartbeat, the color drained from her face. He knew then, she’d made a connection. Associated the candy with someone else. Someone who had the capacity to strike fear into her fearless little heart.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful.” His breath rasped over her cheek. Featherlight kisses accompanied the whisper, trailing across her skin in a taunting path toward her mouth.

Kiss me. She turned her head in search of lips she instinctively knew would be warm, the words on the tip of her tongue. Kiss me until I don’t care whether I live or die.

Honesty. Just once.

He caught her lower lip with his teeth, the nip nowhere near gentle. But the lazy stroke of his tongue soothed the stinging bite. She parted her lips, dipped her tongue out to touch his.

Brandon’s body tightened like a whip. The pressure in her lower back increased as his fingers curled into her skin. Their breaths mingled. The tips of their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance. As another spasm of ecstasy threatened to send her tumbling into his solid chest, she braced her hands on his shoulders.

And then Brandon was gone, the magic of his fingers disappearing as he stepped back and set both hands on her waist. His gaze scorched in to flood her body with tingles. He waited, his question unspoken, but hanging between them.

Tell me what you want.

Clearly he intended to make her admit she wanted to feel him deep inside her. Wanted to experience the slide of his bare skin against hers. And God, how she wanted to kiss him. To taste the desire that burned in his gaze and the indescribable flavor of hot, aroused man.

Confessing might lead her to an early grave, but for once, her conscious would be clear. She swallowed hard and dug deep for the courage that had kept her alive these last three years. His gaze followed the sweep of her tongue as she moistened her lips.

“Kiss me.” Her senses honed in on her whisper, amplifying it and the ragged fall of their mutual breathing. She became aware of every minuscule sound as she waited for Brandon to either dip his head and honor her request, or shove her aside with a wicked sneer.

He took a step closer, bringing their bodies in contact from chest to toes. One arm wrapped around her waist, then slid up her back to offer support between her shoulder blades. The other tangled in her hair, tipping her head back. Putting her where he wanted her—subtle dominance that thrilled her in places she hadn’t known existed. Her womb clamped hard, sending another rush of moisture through her pussy.

His mouth descended. Warm lips played against hers, drawing her into the spell his body wove. Pulling her in so deep she struggled for air.

The sudden, brassy ring of her cell phone jolted her out of hazy desire. She froze. With Kate and Sergei due to arrive at Fantasia any minute, there could only be one other person calling at this time of day—Dmitri. It would be almost one in the morning in Moscow. The time Dmitri put aside his work and crawled into bed. He’d want to talk before he slept.

“Don’t answer that,” Brandon whispered against her mouth.

Damn if those lips weren’t compelling. She’d had his mouth on her breast, knew the incredible magic his tongue could create there, but had yet to experience the tantalizing slide of his tongue against hers. The need to feel his mouth on hers, to get lost in his potent masculinity pressed her to ignore the ringing tones.

Duty, however, rose up screaming. If she didn’t answer, Dmitri would get suspicious.
“I have to.”

Tori St. Claire grew up writing. Hobby quickly turned into passion, and when she discovered the world of romance as a teen, poems and short stories gave way to full length novels with sexy heroes and heroines waiting to be swept off their feet. She wrote her first romance novel at seventeen.

While that manuscript gathered dust-bunnies beneath the bed, she went on to establish herself as a contemporary, historical, and paranormal author under the pen name, Claire Ashgrove. Her writing, however, skirted a fine line between hot and steamy, and motivated by authors she admired, she pushed her boundaries and made the leap into erotica, using the darker side of human nature and on-the-edge suspense to drive grittier, sexier, stories.

Her erotic romantic suspense novels are searingly sensual experiences that unite passion with true emotion, and the all-consuming tie that binds — love.

Tori can be found at:

Twitter: @claireashgrove
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January 5: The Forbidden Bookshelf
January 6: Riverina Romantics
January 9: Adventure Into Romance
January 10: Romancing the Book
January 11: Seductive Musings
January 12: Immortality and Beyond
January 13: Ramblings From This Chick
January 16: Carrie Ann Ryan’s Blog
January 17: Sexy Lady
January 18: As The Pages Turn
January 19: Book Travels
January 20: Love To Read For Fun
January 23: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
January 24: Roz Lee Contemporary Erotic Romance Author
January 25: Beyond Romance
January 26: Kacey’s Kreations
January 27: Erotica For All

Review: Stripped by Tori St. Claire

imageTitle: Stripped  
Author:  Tori St. Claire
Format Read: ebook provided by the author for the book tour
Series: Black Opal #1
Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Release date:  January 3rd 2012
Formats Available: kindle, ebook, paperback 
Number of pages: 416 

Book Blurb:

In Tori St. Claire’s dangerously naughty debut novel, a body of secrets is entwined with a body of lies…and deception is part of the game.
As a member of the CIA’s elite Black Opals, Natalya Trubachev must live a lie, working undercover as the lover of Dmitri, a Russian mob boss. His business is trafficking vulnerable Las Vegas strippers overseas for twisted sex games. Natalya’s business is to blow the ring wide open and bring down Dmitri and his American contacts. But the stakes are raised when she learns that the next target is her own sister Kate, a dancer in the famed club Fantasia. Only now does Natalya realize how personal her mission has become, and how far she’s willing to go to complete it.
The manager of Fantasia is Brandon Moretti, an undercover detective who keeps a close eye on his girls, and an even closer one on his sinfully sensual newest hire. For Natalya, working the club could be the break she’s been waiting for. But for Moretti, Natalya is a possible link to a killer. Only he never counted on her being so lethally seductive or so dangerous to get close to. As every forbidden pleasure between them is stripped away, his own secrets threaten their security, but it’s Natalya’s secrets that could destroy them both.

My Thoughts:

First I have to say this book was great and the story is really engaging. Natalya Trubachev has been working for the CIA in the special force called Black Opals for a while doing awful things while trying to uncover a Russian mob. She’s his fiancé and has been handling some parts of his work just for collect evidence that would lead him to jail.
Natalya part is to drug dancers that are sold to rich men as slave, but the problem is now they are after her sister and Natalya needs to find a way to both, arrest Dmitri and save her sister.
On the other side we have a very sexy undercover detective, Brandon Moretti trying to discover who has been killing women on his area, so he decides to work as manager of Fantasia and put in jail the serial killer.
So Natalya is going to work as a dancer on Fantasia and let me say that sparks fly while she and Brandon try to stay away from each other and work in the while.
Loved that the author uses other characters to help explain what’s happening and we can see glimpses of the people that’ll be on the next books. Also the story is good situated. We have some time in Russia and Las Vegas.
Is very interesting seeing Brandon and Natalya trying to save the other without exposing their work, both have issues from the past and currently difficult for them to just trust in another person. Kate deserves to find someone to love again, so I’ll be hoping with cross fingers that on some other book we get to see her happily ever after.

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