November 30, 2015

Zero Hour by Lili St Germain ~ BLOG TOUR & REVIEW

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The final, shocking conclusion to the
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Blurb
They say a human being needs few things to exist.


A purpose,


Hope for the future,


But most of all...


Love.


Juliette Portland had all of those things. Her purpose was simple: Seduce. Deceive. Kill. Avenge. Once Dornan Ross and his sons were dead, her future was supposed to be clear. Her life was finally going to begin. And love... Against all the odds, she had the love of a boy she never thought she'd see again. 


Everything should have gone according to plan. Everything should have been easy once Dornan was dead and buried.


Of course, life has a way of fucking with even the most meticulous of plans, and calling in owed debts can have the most severe consequences. Thanks to Juliette's diabolical retribution, the Il Sangue Cartel has lost it’s Kingpin, but not for long. There’s always someone in the wings, ready to step onstage and seize power. The Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club might be reeling from the deaths of their President and his six patch-wearing sons, but they’ve come back swinging.


Two deadly enemies, hundreds of bloodthirsty members, both sides eager to punish those that would try to topple them.


Two survivors, a man and a woman, forced to flee in the night.


For Juliette, vengeance is a hollow victory. 


It never, ever ends.


The flames of incomplete vengeance are licking at her heels, and it’s only a matter of time before the Il Sangue cartel and the Gypsy Brothers catch her in their grip and crush her.


Unless she crushes them first.

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Review by: Sam 

This is IT!!!! The finale! It pains me to say those words, purely because this journey Lili StGermain and the unforgettable characters have taken us on is one OUT OF THIS WORLD series that will stay with me, forever! 

Each of the books in this series have been gripping, raw, darker than dark and have taken me to places that have had my stomach churning, my nerves shattered and my heart leaping into my throat. 

'Zero Hour' is book 8 in the Gypsy Brothers series. We get dual POV from both Jase and Juliette which from the very first page, sucked me in and delivered all of the gritty that this author brings to each book she writes. 

Juliette is still recovering from the previous insanity she experienced but along with that, she is on the run, she cannot look forward to the future just yet, she is on the receiving end of distance mentally, emotionally and physically from Jase. 
We have seen various sides to Juliette throughout the entire series, but in this book, I really felt her vulnerability. She is one of the strongest female lead characters I have read and overall, I am absolutely delighted with how this series finishes.

Jase is broken. He isn't the same guy we have read throughout the series and in this book, secrets are revealed and feelings are told. Jase has to face demons from his past and I have to say, I DID NOT EXPECT THAT! Holy freaking..... One minute I was like, "what is it? What has him so torn?" I have been used to reading his strength and LOVED his forever love for Juliette, but when HIS past is told I was like "WHAT IN THE ACTUAL WHAT????" Yeah! Couldn't believe it! 

I feel so overwhelmed knowing this series has finished! The only cure for this issue is obviously to start the series all over again and fall completely head over heels in love all over again. 

Jase, Juliette, Dornan and all of the other characters have a place deep in my soul. This is without a doubt one of my favourite dark series to grace the book world, and all I can do it thank Lili StGermain for blessing the world with her madness, her creativity and something that rocked my world. 

4.5 Stars



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EXCERPT


They say the apple never falls far from the tree, and I’d say this apple never fucking fell, period. I’m the shiny apple that might’ve looked the best on the surface—different to the rest of them, full of promise that there was another way—but they broke me. They made me worse than any of them could ever be.
I hurt people. I hurt women.
I killed people.
And that’s not even the worst of it.
The first man I ever killed was John Portland, and I cried as I pulled the trigger. Yeah, I was a stupid kid and he begged me to do it, and yeah, it was a mercy killing, but it doesn’t matter. Point is, his life was the first one I took—I killed Juliette’s father, for Christ’s sake—and after I ended his life with a single bullet, delivered in the dark in a dirty basement, I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
The last person I killed was Donny, my last surviving brother, and that was eight months ago. I ripped his fucking eyeball out before I butchered him, and the one single thing that stopped me from dismembering him was knowing that Juliette was watching me. Her screams broke through my haze of red, as I took Donny’s own knife and sunk it into his flesh, again and again, so deep it hit bone more than once. I severed the tendons that made his arms work, so he was putty underneath me. I straddled my own brother and thrust upon him the vengeful punishment that they all deserved. For Julz. For my mother. For everything.
I killed him, and I haven’t killed since.
I’m hungry. My palms are itching. It’s torture.
I don’t know how long I’m going to last before I have to draw blood again.

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About the Author:
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Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.


She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.


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All That's Left to Hold Onto by Ella Fox ~ BLOG TOUR & REVIEW

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Letting go is all Ronan's ever known.
Will he realize a life with Keely is something
he should hold onto at any cost?


Find out in All That’s Left to Hold Onto by Ella Fox!


AVAILABLE NOW!



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Blurb


When Ronan Sharpe unexpectedly left Colorado for parts unknown, he took a piece of Keely Carmichael's heart with him.


After leaving his hellish roots behind him, Ronan found contentment when he started over. Thoughts of the past had been pushed down for so long; he hardly thought about it at all.


He intended to keep it that way.


When unexpected circumstances force Ronan to return to Colorado, the Keely he finds is no longer the adolescent girl he remembered. Torn between desire and fear, Ronan struggles with his feelings for Keely and his need to escape the town that scarred him so deeply years ago.


Letting go is all Ronan's ever known. Will he realize a life with Keely is something he should hold onto at any cost?

Review by: Kim 

Ella Fox is a new to me author. Having never read her before..I have to say I enjoyed this book very much.
Ronan and Keely have a history. Not one based on perfect friendship but one born of pain and abuse.
He gets away and for 5 years makes a life that he likes and makes him happy. But then a phone call throws him right back into the place he thought he'd left behind. Only being back makes him realize that he hadn't really let it go.
Keely is doing the best she can. She's young but that never really mattered. What does matter is surviving until she can get out.
When history throws them together, Ronan and Keely have to come to grips with feelings that could really complicate everything.
When they both get the best gift they could've ever wish for things get even more difficult because the thing is...neither one realized this particular gift was something they wished for.
This book is ultimately about starting over. It's about grabbing your boot straps and going on when you don't know where to begin. 
This book is about not letting circumstances and those really bad family things stand in your way of making life what you need and want it to be.
I loved that Keely and Ronan were able to do that and not be warped into thinking that you are what you come from.
And the ending made me smile.

4 Stars 





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PROLOGUE


There were nasty looking bruises on his cheek and jaw, his lip was swollen and his knuckles were scraped and bloody.  The instant I got a good look at his face I knew something was horribly wrong.  It only went downhill from there.


My attempts to contain my panic weren’t working.  Choking back a sob I blubbered, “Why do you have to go?”


The anger was all but pouring off of him.  Not toward me—he’d never once been angry with me. I knew anger though, and it was more than obvious he was furious about something. A permanent grimace seemed to have set up camp on his face.  For him, it was highly unusual.  Even in the toughest of times, he kept his cool.  


Suddenly, he wasn't calm at all.  He was angrier than I’d ever seen him.  It was obvious he’d been in a fight, but it didn’t change his status as the most attractive guy alive, in my opinion.


I saw his jaw clenching and unclenching which I figured meant he was trying to control himself.


“Because this piece of shit town is like a fucking cancer,” he spat.  “I’m so done with the crazy assholes around here. People like us aren’t normal—we’re the freaks for trying to be good people.”


I didn’t know how to argue with his words.  He wasn’t wrong—there was a lot wrong with many of the people in our town. Most of the crazy people were either my family members or his.  I knew it and so did he.  There wasn’t a response to erase the reality of the kind of people we dealt with.


“Are you going alone?”


His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he nodded stiffly. “Yes.”


“Even though you live with—”


His hand shot up into a stop gesture to keep me from finishing the sentence.


“Don’t say her fucking name. If I never hear it again, it’ll be too soon. I don’t live with that crazy bitch anymore.”


I couldn’t stand her so it wasn’t like I was going to push. She was an evil troll. If he had to go, I was glad he wasn’t taking her with him.  It would’ve made me ill. She pretended to be sweetness and light when he was around but it was nothing but a charade.  She was terrible.  I was glad he wasn’t taking her, but the fact he wouldn’t say her name told me his leaving was somehow her responsibility. I hated her more than ever.


“Where will you go?”


He gestured back over his shoulder toward the street with his thumb.  


“Wherever my car takes me once I pull out,” he said.


I couldn’t imagine life without him, nor did I want to. Not only had he been my crush for as long as I could remember, he was the only person who ever really listened to me.  


“Will you ever visit?” I asked hopefully.


He was shaking his head in the negative before I’d even fully finished asking the question. I knew he wouldn’t. The bone-deep hatred he had for everything about where we lived was stamped all over his face.  I wanted so badly to know what, exactly, had sent him over the edge, but when I asked, he’d refused to tell me.


It sucked being fourteen because he treated me like a kid.  My age said I was a child, but I was so different than any of my peers it wasn’t even funny.  Because of this, they teased me often, referring to me as Granny Carmichael.  I hated it.  It wasn’t as though I’d had a choice.  My childhood was over the moment my mother got sick.  


His expression softened when he looked me over. “You need to get back inside before you get pneumonia.”


The frigid Colorado air wasn’t even making an impression on me until he pointed it out. I realized my tears were leaving cold trails on my face, but I couldn’t walk away. All I cared about was how much I didn’t want him to leave.


“I don’t care about the cold or getting pneumonia.  I don’t want you to go!” I cried anxiously.


He hugged me then, his strong arms wrapping around me to give comfort.  I hadn’t hugged him since I’d been much younger—probably five or six.  Those hugs had mostly involved me wrapping myself around one of his legs.  This was different. I wrapped my arms tight around him and cried against his chest, holding on for as long as he allowed me to.  


“I’m sorry,” he said as he ended the embrace and stepped back. “I have to leave.”


Knowing my denial and resistance weren’t going to make any difference, I swiped at my tears as I nodded.


“I’ll miss you,” I said on a choked sob.  “Take care of yourself.”


“I’ll miss you too,” he replied softly.  “You’re one of the few good people here.”


My heart galloped in my chest. I loved him for saying what he did—but hated that it came at such a horrible price.  Losing him was unbearable.  


He turned as if to leave, then stopped.  Spinning back my way, he stared at me intently for a few moments before he spoke again.


“You’re so much better than any of these people. Don’t ever let them change who you are. The world needs a lot more you and a lot less them. No matter what anyone tells you—you’re perfect.  Got it?”


I nodded as I wiped at the tears running unchecked down my face.


He hugged me again, very briefly. My heart skipped a few beats when he dropped a kiss on top of my head.


“Don’t ever forget your worth—not even for a minute,” he murmured.


When he let go, he said nothing else.  He just turned and walked to his car.  As he went, the chill in the air suddenly took hold of me.  Hugging my arms around myself, I watched as he got into the car, turned it on and then pulled out of my driveway.  He looked at me one last time before putting his hand up in a goodbye gesture.  I did the same.  A few seconds passed before he put the car in drive then sped off into the night.


I stayed outside for two or three minutes, hoping against hope he would change his mind and come back.  


He didn’t.


Hours later when I got into bed, I prayed fate would bring him back one day.  I said the same prayer most nights for a long, long time. Eventually I had no choice but to accept reality.


Hell would freeze over before he returned.



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About the Author:
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Ella Fox  writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance!  She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.


When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country.  Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh.  Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.


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