WTRBlog's Review of UNRAVELING YOU by Jessica Sorensen

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Lyric Scott has always had a good life. Outgoing, spunky, and musically talented, she’s constantly surrounded by family and friends, yet she still feels that there’s something missing.

Then she meets her new next-door neighbor Ayden Gregory. Mysterious, sweet, and sad, Ayden is the exact opposite of Lyric and exactly what she needs to fill the void in her life.

Ayden Gregory has been through more than most people and believes his life is always going to be rocky, so when he’s suddenly adopted, he’s thrown for a turn. But even with a new, loving family, he still finds himself haunted by the memories of his old life. The only true breath of fresh air is when he’s with his best friend, Lyric Scott.

As Lyric and Ayden grow closer, the lines of their friendship start to blur. But when Ayden's past unexpectedly pushes its way into his new life, their friendship and newfound attraction will be tested.

WTRBlog's REVIEW

UNRAVELING YOU

By Jessica Sorensen 

5 out of 5 Stars

Book #1) Unraveling You Series

Book #2) Raveling You (Coming Jan. 2015)

This is the first book in this series but it can be a standalone.  A very intense read packed into a novella that you want to read on to she what happens next.  

If you've read THE SECRET SERIES then you are familiar with Micha, Ella, Lila, and Ethan.   This story is a continuation of their strong friendship not only as neighbors but as family but it is focused on their children.  

Lyric and Ayden as teens start their adventures thru life.  Lyric is the daughter of parents that are both artists, Micha and Ella. I love Lyric's carefree, adventurous personality.   She has this life long dream of doing it all.  Drawing her own album covers, composing her own music but writing is the only thing she feels her life is lacking hurt and she is unable to find that emotion to create.  And let's not forget the extreme stage fright, that also is holding her back from what she loves most, performing.  Will Lyric find her story after meeting and getting to know Ayden?  Will she find her voice and break the fear of stage fright? Will she see passed Ayden as a neighbor and friend of the family and let herself open up her true feelings for Ayden? 

Lila and Ethan have opened their home to adopt children into their family that have suffered terrible pasts .  Ayden is the new addition to the Gregory family.    He is Lyric's age and has had a very dramatic event happen in his recent life.  Never knowing his dad, losing his irresponsible mom to drugs and being separated from his older brother and younger sister, his last few years have been just as bad with abuse and bouncing from foster home to foster home.  He was starting to feel lost in the system and trouble was around the corner but lucky for him, the Gregory's saved him.   Finally he has found stability with the Gregory's but with his fears and history, he's afraid that it can be taken away just as easy.  Will Ayden be able to conquer his fears?  Will he regain his suppressed memories of what happened in that terrible Forster home?  Will Lyric be able to win his trust and will their friendship grow into more?  Will Ayden ever be reunited with his brother and sister? This is an emotional read packed into a novella.  Can't wait till January's release of book#2 Raveling You. 

When he grows silent again, I crack an eyelid open. He’s dazing off over my shoulder with undiluted pain in his eyes. The realness of him causes my heart to stutter, and my fingers yearn to jot down unwritten words.

God, what has he been through to create such a look?

When his focus lands back on me, his eyes burn fiercely, as if he’s terrified out of his damn mind “Shut your eyes,” he whispers, almost horrified.

I do as he says without question, trusting him completely, even though his intensity is enough to make the calmest person in the world feel disconcerted.

He sticks the earbud in my ear and the gloomy, unhurried beat of Radiohead’s “How To Disappear Completely” soaks through my wounded soul.

“You picked the perfect song,” I mutter as the music engulfs me. “This is exactly what I—”

His lips brush mine, stealing the words right from my mouth. My breath catches in my throat and my first instinct is to pull away. But I don’t want to pull away. I want to stay. Let him erase that last few hours from my mind.

I keep my eyes shut, too afraid to open them as his lips timidly start to move against mine. Just a whisper of a graze. A heart-stopping brush. A soul-drowning taste. He does it again and again, taking his time, erasing all the ickiness from tonight. As I absorb each soft graze, his tongue slowly follows, 
slipping into my mouth. I gasp, but still don’t open my eyes. I barely move. Can hardly think. And when he pulls back, gently biting at my bottom lip, I stop breathing all together.

That burn songs promise.

Blazes in me.

Hot and scorching.

So sweltering and mind-numbing.

I feel it in my veins.

Liquid fire.

Passion.

Driving me insane.

And the bar set so high.

Ayden has soared over.

Past the heavens.

And captured me eternally.

“Go to sleep, Lyric,” he whispers, his breathing ragged.

I nod, still terrified to open my eyes. Terrified I’ll lose this moment.

A moment I know I’ll be able to fill pages and pages with the most powerful lyrics I’ve ever written. All about him and that kiss.

The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.

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Book .5 - The Prelude of Ella and Micha

Book 1 - The Secret of Ella and Micha

Book 2 - The Forever of Ella and Micha

Book 3 - The Temptation of Lila and Ethan

Book 4 - The Ever After of Ella and Micha

Book 4.5 - Lila and Ethan: Forever and Always

Book 4.6 - Ella and Micha: Infinitely and Always

Happy release and WTRBlog's review of SOMETHING RECLESS by Lexi Ryan

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

Lexi
Ryan

Adult
Contemporary Romance

Release:
December 22, 2014

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He talks dirty to me, but I don’t know his name.

He wants to tie me up, but I don’t know his face.

He turns me on, but I couldn’t point him out in a
crowd.

I’ve fallen for an anonymous stranger, and tonight the
anonymity ends. Tonight I want more than typed secrets and texted promises. I
want something reckless. Heat. Passion. The thrill of being entirely possessed.

Because I suspect this anonymous stranger isn’t a
stranger at all.

Lizzy Thompson met riverrat69 online through Something
Real, a service promising to deliver meaningful relationships by forbidding its
users to share names or photos until they’ve reached a certain benchmark. She
was looking for love. He was researching an investment. They hit it off. Talked
and flirted, hid behind screen names and cartoon avatars.

Now they’re breaking the rules and meeting in person.
But Liz is prepared. She’s picked up hints and followed clues.

She’s ninety-percent convinced she’s discovered the
identity of her dirty-talking online friend.

She wonders if her ex-lover Sam Bradshaw knows her identity
too.

When she rolls the dice on one reckless night, her
chance at something real could crumble.

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Excerpt
from Something Reckless

“You look amazing in this dress. I’ve been pretending
all night that there’s something I want to do more than get you out of it.”

“What would you do with me if you got so lucky?”

“I’d keep you up all night, for starters.” He slides a
hand into my hair and traces the side of my neck with his thumb. His groan
rumbles through me. “Tell me what you came here for.”

I
thought that was pretty clear. “I’m wearing extremely
slutty underwear. What do you think?”

His nostrils flare and his breathing goes thready. “I
think I’m going to have to up my game, because now I want to see it.”

I have to bite back a smile. “Good,” I say. My heart
thumps out a beat, probably Morse code for please
and thank you.

“How slutty is this underwear of yours?”

I lick my lips. “Oh, it’s damn near whorish.”

“Let me see it, Liz.”

I lift my chin and prop my hands on my hips.
“Seriously? That’s all the seduction I get? Let
me see it?”

He steps closer until I have to crane my neck to look
at him, and holy hell he smells good. “What game are we playing here, Rowdy?”
he murmurs against my ear. “Is this the one where we pretend we don’t want each
other and sleep alone . . .” His fingers skim down my shoulder and my eyes
float closed. “Or is it the one where I make you come so hard you scream my
name and tomorrow you act like you want nothing to do with me?”

“Are those my only choices?” I ask, but I keep my eyes
closed, focusing on the feel of his rough fingers dancing across my skin. The
truth is, I don’t want to play either game. I’m done playing games when it
comes to Sam. I’m done pretending I don’t want him when I do, and I’m done
pretending our annual one-night stand is enough for me.

“Tell me you aren’t going to run away in the morning.
Promise me you won’t shut me out again.”

I don’t know what that means, and I’m too scared to
analyze it. My eyes are still closed when he takes my chin in his fingers and
tilts my face up to his, still closed when he brushes his lips over mine and
when I open under him because I’m helpless to this man’s kiss.

“Promise me,” he repeats.

“I won’t run away.” Then I unzip my dress and let it
fall to the floor in a puddle, and my boldness is rewarded. Sam’s lips part and
his breath escapes him in a rush.

He steps back and takes me in. The bra is strapless,
black lace demi-cups that lift my breasts until they threaten to spill out. The
panties—what there is of them—are a thong in matching black lace. Their fine
lace straps sit in a sharp V high on
my hipbones.

A ringlet of hair escaped my up-do, and he takes it
between his fingers and twirls it around. I deserve a medal for not melting
right here at his feet.

He hooks his index finger under the black bow between
my bra cups. “Did you wear this for me?” His voice is a husky whisper that I
can’t deny.

“Yes.”

His fingers skim my belly, trace over my hip,
following the lace of my thong behind me to where the straps meet at the small
of my back. My breath catches as he takes the fabric path over the curve of my
tailbone and down, his fingers bringing every nerve ending to life as they
pass. Electric pleasure whips through me.

“Fourteen months since I’ve touched you,” he says.
“Fourteen months since I’ve gotten to hear the way you breathe when you’re
turned on, since I’ve gotten to listen to you scream as I make you come. Tell
me you haven’t thought about it.”

“I’d be lying.”

“Don’t lie,” he says, eyes hot and intense. “Just tell
me you want me.”

Copyright Lexi Ryan, 2014

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“You
need a good guy. A long-term guy. One who does dates and romance and emotional
strings…I’m just an asshole who wants to tie you up, make you come, and walk
away.”

Samuel
Bradshaw is a man with a reputation—the kind of reputation that should have me
running the other way. Instead, it has me searching for the shortest distance
to his bed. I won’t be the starry-eyed girl who thinks she can change a man
like Sam, and despite what he thinks, forever is not what I need. I need the
things he makes me feel, the way he turns me on, and the promise of pleasure in
his eyes. This promises to be SOMETHING WILD.

About
the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Lexi Ryan’s
novels have been described as intense, emotional, and wickedly sexy. A former
college professor, she now writes full-time from her home in Indiana, where she
lives with her husband, two children, and a neurotic dog. Find her on Facebook
or Twitter to chat about books, TV, and her children’s latest antics.

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Rage bubbles up inside me full force.

“Now?” Melanie keeps asking me.

I. Loathe. Him.

“Now?” she asks again.

I loathe him. He’s the only boy I’ve ever kissed. He took kisses that meant everything to me and turned them into a joke of a fucking song. A song that turns me into some sort of Eve, torturing and teasing him to sin. He is the sin. He is the penitence, the hell, and the devil, all in one.

I reach into my bag, nicely tucked under my poncho, and grab the first thing I find.

“Now,” I whisper.

Before Mackenna knows what hit him, Melanie and I have sent three tomatoes and a couple of eggs flying through the air.

The orchestra music isn’t enough to drown out his muttered “fuck,” audible through the microphone.

His jaw clamps and he yanks the mic down over his chin as he jerks his eyes around to find the source of the attack. I feel delirious when I see the genuine anger on his face. I squeal, “The rest!” and grab the remaining things we brought and just keep throwing. Not only at him, but at anyone who tries to get in the way—like the stupid dancers who rush to protect him. One of them makes a whimpering noise as an egg hits her face, and Mackenna jerks her back by the arm so he can take the hits himself, his furious eyes trying to find us in the crowd.

Then I hear Melanie shout, “Hey! LET GO, asshole!”

My arms are yanked behind me, and I’m suddenly shoved and pulled out of my place and down the aisle.

“Let go of us!” Melanie cries, struggling as two burly guards drag us away. “If you don’t let go of me right now, my boyfriend’s going to find your home and kill you in your sleep!”

The guard yanks me back harder, and I catch my breath as pain rushes up my arm.

“Asshole,” I hiss, but I don’t even bother to struggle. Melanie’s getting nowhere and I know it.

 “She knows them! She knows the band! Who do you think he was singing about just now, asshole?” Melanie kicks into the air. “She’s Pandora! Let us fucking go.”

“You know Mr. Jones?” one guard asks me.

 “Mr. Jones!” I scoff. “Seriously! If Mackenna’s a mister, I’m a unicorn!”

They seem to chuckle among themselves as they lead us past more security, around the stage, and to a small room in the back. One guy starts speaking into a radio as he unlocks the door.

Melanie struggles and tries to kick out, but the enormity of what could happen starts settling on me, and I grow quiet.

Holy. Shit. What have I done?

“You don’t have to look so happy, dickface. My boyfriend will find your home too and kill you next!” she tells the other guard.

They yank a door open and shove us inside. I stumble as I take a step, fighting for some dignity as I wiggle free of his grip. “Let go,” I grit, and he finally releases me.

The radio transmitter on his hip emits a sound. A voice says something I can’t make out, but it sounds a lot like cursing.

“Remove these,” one of the guards commands, pointing at our ponchos.

I pry the plastic off my body and Melanie does the same, then we watch helplessly as they strip us of the bags we’d hidden underneath the ponchos.

Melanie groans when they set our things on a table to the side. Cell phones. Two more tomatoes. Car keys.

“Wow. You guys can’t take a little joke now, can you?” Melanie asks them with a haughty little scowl.

I close my eyes and try to quell the panic rising in me.

Fuuuuck. What was I thinking?

I haven’t done anything this reckless in years.

And it felt good.

Also wrong. Very, very wrong.

But good. Great, in fact.

Hell, I can still picture the pissed, disbelieving look on Mackenna’s face. It gave me intense pleasure. Orgasmic pleasure. But now the intense feeling I’m experiencing is more along the lines of paralyzing fear.

What if the guards call him into the room to ask if he does, indeed, know me?

What if I have to stand here in this small stuffy room and look at him from thisclose!

I feel sick to my stomach. Later, Melanie’s going to want explanations. Big-time explanations; more than what I’ve told her so far. She’s going to have to tell Greyson what happened, and he’s going to want to know everything, because these stupid security guards messed with his girl. I don’t even know if I can explain to her the kind of past Mackenna and I share. January 22: the day I unfailingly get drunk and don’t bother to even see the light of day—I’d sworn to myself I’d never discuss that day. But Melanie and Greyson? They will want me to open my box of secrets. Of me and Mackenna Jones.

Hot, wet mouths melding . . .

Him, pushing into me, stretching me, taking me, loving me . . .

Promises.

Lies.

Loss.

Hatred.

The kind of hatred that’s only born of an intense, out-of-this-world love that went woefully wrong.

What am I going to say to him if I see him?

What am I going to do?

Please god, don’t punish me by making me look at him thisclose.

I pace and pray, pace and pray while Melanie studies her nails, the wall, and me, sighing with the bored confidence of someone who knows she’s getting out of here intact. If I see Mackenna, I really doubt it'll be so easy. My stomach’s already in knots, and I’m having the most awful urge to vomit right now.

The concert seems to last forever. One of the guards comes and goes while the other opts to stand a few feet behind Melanie, standing all military-like, as if waiting for something.

Oh god, please let that something not be Mackenna.

I’m wearing off a layer of my boots’ soles when, a century later, the door swings open and a chubby man in a suit and tie steps in. My blood pools in my feet from my nervousness. Lionel Palmer, the band manager, also known as “Leo.” I saw his face and interview in this morning’s paper, but I have to say he looked much happier in that picture.

He glares at us—Melanie glaring back, me standing motionless—and his hands make meaty fists at his sides.

“Have you any idea what you just did?” he grits out, chubby cheeks blazing red. “How long we could keep you two cozy in a fucking lady prison? What kind of fucking fans are you?”

“We’re not fans,” Melanie says.

The door swings open and the twins, in all their male glory, join the melee. They look intimidating all the time, but now—with their blond hair, odd-color eyes, and perfectly pissed-off scowls—they’re a force to be reckoned with.

I can’t breathe.

“Who the fuck are these bitches?” the one with the snake tattoo demands.

“I’m getting to that, Jax,” Lionel says.

So the other one must be Lexington. He charges forward and looks at me, eyebrow piercing and all, then he looks at Melanie. He points his index finger, swinging it from her to me. “I hope you two have a lot of money, because one of our dancers is injured. If she’s screwed up for Madison Square Garden—”

“Don’t worry, Pandora, Greyson will take care of this,” Melanie says easily.

“Pandora,” Lionel repeats suddenly. He grows still, his eyes sliding back to me. “Your friend called you Pandora. Why?”

“Because it’s my name? Duh.”

I’m in the middle of rolling my eyes when the door swings open and a figure fills the space. I don’t think my heart is beating anymore. I feel like someone is strangling me and punching me on the inside.

Mackenna.

A few feet away.

In the same room as me.

Bigger and manlier than ever.

He kicks the door shut behind him. He’s wearing aviators, so I can’t see his eyes, and ohmigod, I hate him with a passion. I came here to hurt him, but I’m so overcome by my anger, I can’t seem to do anything but stand here with my breath getting trapped in my lungs, my heart squeezing in my chest, my body trembling as all my suppressed anger bubbles up inside me.

He is tall and dark, and the remains of a red gooey liquid trickle down his chest.

But what a perfect chest, with its thin trail of hair that leads the way from his navel to his dick. Tight leather pants mold to his bulging thighs. A bulging cock too. I swear girls might think he sticks a loaf of bread down his pants, but I can assure you that fucker is real. As huge as his fucking ego, and I remember it used to get as hard as his fucking head.

Not everyone can pull off a buzz cut, or a diamond stud earring, but he has a perfectly shaped head that makes you want to curl your hands around it and trace the curves with your lips. The diamond glints almost menacingly in his right ear, and when he takes off the sunglasses with an angry jerk, I see his brilliant, furious silver eyes, and I swear that it feels like coming home.

To a home that was wrecked, and burned, and there’s nothing left, but it’s still your home.

How fucked up is that?

God, please let him not be real. Let this be a nightmare. Let him be on the other corner of the world while I hate him safely from my corner in Seattle.

“She’s fucking Pandora?” Lionel asks Mackenna.

When Mackenna’s hard jaw only tightens, Lionel turns slowly around to study me. My brain is a tangle of confusion because Mackenna is staring straight at me like he can’t believe I’m standing here.

I can barely take his steely gaze. I thought this night would give me closure. That I could make him feel in front of his fans like I felt when he left: humiliated. Instead he stands there, every inch the rock god, even with tomato puree on his chest. He owns the room, carrying that unnamable X factor that nobody can pinpoint but that he has in spades, that tells you he owns this room and everyone in it.

And that fact only serves to piss me off further.

 “Lionel,” he says in a low, warning tone.

Just one word makes Lionel ease back. Now nothing stops Mackenna from staring straight at me.

My face burns as I remember how I loved him. Deep, hard, completely.

Don’t think about that. You hate him now!

“Nice hair.” He shoves his glasses into the belt loops of his pants.

His voice, oh god.

His eyes run down the length of my hair, and Melanie offers, “I suggested she add a little spirit to her hair, so at least she looks happy.”

He doesn’t even look at Melanie. He looks at me in the most intense way, specifically the pink strand in my hair, waiting for me to answer. I loathe that pink strand, but not as much as I loathe him.

“Nice tights,” I return, and gesture to his leather pants. “How’d you get into them? From the top of a building and with a pound of butter?”

I refuse to let his chuckle move me, but I feel it run down my legs as he starts approaching. “No need to use butter anymore. These pants are a part of me.” He holds my gaze helplessly trapped. “Like you were a part of me once.”

He’s coming closer, and every step affects me. My cheeks burn. The gall of him to remind me. I’m so angry. Years of hurt simmer in me. Of loneliness and betrayal.

“Fuck you, Mackenna.”

“Already done, Pandora.”

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Blurb

A ripped rock star with attitude. An ex-girlfriend with a reckless plan.

Pandora assumed getting her heartbroken by her bad boy ex could only happen once--until Mackenna Jones comes back to town for the biggest concert of his career. They say girls are getting pregnant just thinking about the Crack Bikini tour and it's destined to be a huge hit. 

Oh, it'll be a hit alright--when Pandora comes out swinging. She and her friend Melanie are determined to humiliate him onstage. But when they're caught by security and her ex is summoned, Mackenna decides not to press charges if she'll join him on tour and follow certain conditions--rules designed to give him the upper hand and keep her in close contact with him once again. Soon, the passion they once shared is reignited, and no matter how much Pandora wants to hate him, her hard exterior starts to crack.  

 And worse: Mackenna knows it, too. But he hasn't uncovered all her secrets...

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Ripped (bk 5) 12/9

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About the Author:

Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

Website: www.katyevans.net 

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkatyevans 

Email: authorkatyevans@gmail.com

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