Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway: ICE (Regulators MC #1) by Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane

Title: ICE (Regulators MC, #1)

Authors: Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane

Release Date: December 8, 2014

   

Blurb

She's an investment banker. He's an outlaw biker. A little bit of heaven is about to meet a whole lot of hell. Morgan Powell was raised to be perfect, to set an example for her sisters to follow. Her life has been dedicated to making something of her career, so she wouldn’t know what to do with a man even if you gave her an instruction manual. Brett 'Ice' Grady spends his days trying to keep up with his teenage daughter, his nights consumed in Regulators’ MC business. He has no time for anything more than a casual hookup. Two worlds collide when the dangers of his life crash into the calm of hers. Can she go beyond her own boundaries and chip her way through to the man known to be as cold as ice? Loosely attached to Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Series and Jessie Lane's Ex Ops Series.

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Ice Playlist

Ice Playlist Ice’s playlist is filled with hard rockin’ songs that we feel represent the rugged men of the Regulators Motorcycle Club. These guys may be rough and tumble, but deep down they’re the type of men that would fight to the death for their woman. Chelsea Camaron’s Songs: Evanescence - Lost In Paradise Thirty Seconds to Mars - Hurricane - This is the lifestyle of The Regulators MC (would you kill to save a life, would you kill to prove you are right are some of the lyrics). Don Omar, Tego Calderon - Bandoleros - Tied up in a world with the Cuban Mafia. Three Days Grace - Give Me A Reason Halestorm - Better Sorry than Safe Staind - Something to Remind You Three Days Grace - Home Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You - When Morgan first meets Ice he's an ass. The first few times they are around each other there isn't love shared between them. Jessie Lane’s Playlist: Otherwise - Darker Side of the Moon Hellyeah – Moth – How I see Ice’s slow burning infatuation with the innocent Morgan. Starset - My Demons Nonpoint - Breaking Skin Devour the Day – Respect - Ice isn’t the sort of man who would trust easily. You’d have to earn that sort of respect by showing him just what sort of person you are. A pushover would never be able to hold the position he holds in the Regulators MC. Demon Hunter - The Last One Alive – Ice has personal demons that follow him in the form of his dead wife. He’s a haunted man.  

Excerpt 3 (581 words):

~Ice~

Parking my bike on the edge of the road, I hop off with Hammer and Coal following suit. 

They don’t bother asking questions, because my reason for coming here is obvious as we make 

our way into a house full of drunken teens. 

Walking inside like I own the place, I see kids in every corner, making out. The sight makes 

my blood boil. If I find some little dipshit with his hands all over my baby girl, it is going to take 

both Hammer and Coal to keep me from beating the shit out of him. I don’t care if they are 

teenagers; no little prick is good enough to touch Brooke. 

I glance into the formal dining room to my left, and someone has one very expensive table 

that seats eight, making a perfect set up for beer pong. Jesus, this is the nightmare of every 

parent. If I see one kid doing any drugs, my head is going to explode.

“Brooke,” I call out. “Brooklyn Rayne Grady, get your ass out here… Right. The. Fuck. 

Now!” I roar without a second thought.

All the teens stop and stare at me and my brothers filling up this ostentatious entryway. 

When nobody moves, Coal steps up to be right behind me on the left. 

“Brooke, find her now,” Coal clips out, giving his cold glare to every teen in the room.

At the top of the stairway, I watch my daughter meet Coal’s gaze without one ounce of 

trepidation. Baby girl is showing balls of steel for her friends. Her short as sin shorts make my 

blood pressure shoot up even higher. The camisole tank top that I bought to go with pajamas is 

far from hiding her buds from all these teen pricks.

“Dad—” she starts as I interrupt.

“Don’t say another fucking word. Get your ass on my bike.”

“Death of you,” Hammer chuckles behind me as he turns around to get ready to leave.

Yes, my daughter will be the death of me. I watch as she grabs her friend by the wrist and 

half drags her down the stairs, mumbling at her the whole way down. When the two girls reach 

me, I don’t move.

“Come on, Dad,” Brooke lets out a huff. “Let’s go. This is embarrassing enough already.”

“Everybody here, you have twenty minutes to get this house cleaned the fuck up. Since you 

dumb shits have been drinking, a bus will be here to pick each one of you up and take you home. 

My man Coal here is gonna stay behind and make sure you do as I say.”

“Daaaad,” Brooke whines, “leave everyone alone.”

“Brooke, I suggest you shut your mouth and get your ass over to my bike. If your friend 

needs a ride, Hammer will take her. Outside. Now. You’re in enough trouble, don’t add more.”

Defeated, the two girls stomp off while Hammer shakes his head at me while I turn to follow 

them all out. I haven’t even made it to the door when I hear some pre-pubescent shithead slur out 

a question. 

“Do you think they are, like, real biker dudes? Maybe we can ask them to pop a wheelie or 

something. WAIT!” His voice cracks as he gets excited. “Maybe they’re from that show on TV! 

We should ask for their autographs!’

God save me from teenagers. No doubt, Hammer is cussing me out in his head for sticking 

one on his bitch seat.

I really enjoyed this book, so much so, I read it twice. The collaboration of these two authors worked very well together!

What can I tell you about Ice??!!

What a man!! Biker, devoted & caring father, staunch businessman & just a downright direct man. He never minces his words.... I really loved him!! Some of the things that came out of his mouth was so damn good!! His words are gold!! Lol.

Morgan, caring sister & kick ass woman! I really admired her especially after her strange upbringing! What awful parents to her & her 2 sisters! Would have driven anyone mad!!  What happens in this book shows us what an incredibly strong woman she is!

If you love biker books with a twist then you will definitely love reading this! It has Some rather graphic scenes but that doesn't matter as much as how the whole gang gets along , the biker brothers and their women folk!! They are a family and they look after their own!!

I cannot wait to read more in this series and look fwd to finding out about the other characters, especially Hammer & Coal! It will be great to get some insight into their lives!

Well done ladies!!

Let me say first that this isn't your ordinary MC book. Yes it had bikes, it has hot guys with muscles. However it has bad ass mofo's too. All these men seem to be ex military and still on a mission. 

This is my first read by Jessie and to tell the truth it won't be my only. I am a fan of Chelsea and have been for a while now.

We meet Ice who is a single dad to a teenage daughter. He is on top of his game with her and takes no shit from her. She has a rebellious friend who puts them in a hot spot though. Here is where Morgan comes in. She is prim and proper. Her parents conditioned her that way. Her other 2 sisters though they seemed to slip through the cracks. Her younger sister is how her and Ice come together.

At first you wouldn't think these two fit. She is so quick to put him in her place. He is quick to shoot down any feelings he might have for her. The way he does things she might not agree with. Their tension is so tight that you want to scream "come on already and just go at it will ya". 

When I said this isn't your ordinary MC book you will see why. Yes there is sex, drugs and whatever comes with an MC you might think of. However like I said these guys are all ex military on a mission. Ice explains it. So when you see how strict Ice is with his daughter and how he goes to certain lengths before he allows her to spend time with anyone it will click. 

Don't just take my word for it. Grab your copy today and get on the ICE train.

 

About the Authors

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Jessie Lane is the best selling author of The Star Series, Big Bad Bite Series and the Ex Ops Series. She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in the making and her over protective alpha husband. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them. Jessie writes Adult Paranormal and Contemporary Romance & Upper YA Fantasy/Paranormal Romance.

 

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Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming. Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice. Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works. When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.  

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Hate F*@k volume #1 by Ainsley Booth

Title: Hate F*@K Vol. 1

Series: The Horus Group #1

Author: Ainsley Booth

Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance

Release Date: February 24, 2015

Warning: This is just the start. This doesn't end well. And it's going to get much worse before it ever gets better.

Cole:

I push her buttons. I want to push them in the good way. Dirty, up-against-the-wall, my-hand-in-her-pants kind of way.

But that’s not possible, because I’m dark and she’s light, and we both know it.

So I push her buttons in the bad way, making her hate me. 

Hailey:

If a genie granted me three wishes, I’d ask for Cole Parker to never look at me again, that I’d forget the dark promise in his eyes, and that just once, before he vanished from my life completely, that he’d push me up against a wall and fuck me.

Then I’d go wash my mouth out with soap.

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I don’t bother to say goodbye. I just power down my computer and head for the back staircase. There’s a gated backyard that leads to an alleyway, and I can dash across it into the back of the import/export shop across the way. From there, I can get a cab.
It’s a great plan, but as soon as I swing the door open, I know it’s not going to happen.
For one thing, there are a couple of photographers sitting on motorbikes on the other side of the gate.

But even worse than that, Cole Parker is standing on this side of it, and he looks pissed.

Cole Parker. I think of him as the CFO of The Horus Group—CFO standing for Chief Fuck-You Officer. I don’t actually know his title. The Horus Group probably doesn’t do titles.

The four men came out of nowhere two years ago and buzz quickly swirled around them, branding them as the go-to crisis management team in the city. Probably got that reputation by getting bad people out of even worse situations. Hardly noble heroes, even if they look the part.
There are four of them, all various shades of bad-ass super soldiers who turned in their uniforms for suits and smooth lines. Cole and Jason, both ex-Navy SEALs, according to my brother. Tag, an ex-cop, local to the Metro DC area. And Wilson…he looks like a computer nerd on steroids. Clearly CIA hacker gone rogue.

And one of them is standing between me and freedom.

Ainsley Booth is a reader and writer who loves the romance heroes in her Kindle almost as much as the ones in her head and her heart. Hate Fuck is her first erotic romance serial.

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Release Day & Giveaway: Love Garage by Liz Crowe

The Love Brothers: A family saga with humor, heat and heart—not to mention beer, bourbon and basketball!

Book Title: Love Garage 

Author: Liz Crowe 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Release Date: January 5, 2015 

Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

 

Antony Love is the quintessential responsible oldest brother of a boisterous, Italian/Irish family, placed in charge at a young age by his parents who are busy running the family business. He manages his siblings with a fair but iron hand, until his life is shattered by personal tragedy leaving him the shell of the man he once was.

When outspoken matriarch Lindsay Halloran Love falls ill, the youngest brother Aiden shows up at Antony's garage, having dropped out of school (again), needing work and a place to crash. Antony provides both, with three caveats: "Don't smoke in my truck, don't be late for work, and don't mess with my girlfriend."

But Aiden Love, budding novelist, gets one glimpse of Rosalee Norris, young widow of Antony's lifelong best friend and all bets are off.

Set in horse country near Lexington, Kentucky, The Love Brothers Series is a saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River--except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.

   

Love Garage opened bright and early the next morning, a Saturday, a day Aiden had hoped to spend recovering.

“I get so many oil changes and random small jobs on Saturdays, it doesn’t make sense to be closed and let the jackasses with the Quickilube at Walmart get the business,” Antony insisted when Aiden groaned with dismay upon being awakened after two hours of drunken sleep. It didn’t help that the awakening occurred at the business end of a thrown pillow. “Get up, Romeo. You owe me rent money.”

He did, slowly, queasily hitting a shower, sore all over, his skin mottled from bug bites. But nothing topped the glorious agony of a bourbon hangover like the one that had him firmly in its evil grasp.

He slouched out the door, cursing Antony, cursing Tricia, cursing her ex-husband for throwing her in his path last night. But mostly cursing his own weak-ass uselessness. He rested his head against the cool comfort of the truck window until Antony hit a bump or two, which sent extra pain jolting down his spine.

“Sorry,” his brother muttered, glancing over at him.

“No, you’re not.”

“Got me there. And you’d better warn me if you’re about to toss your cookies. I won’t have that in my vehicle, got me?”

Aiden rubbed his neck and nodded, swallowing the urge to throw up all over the pristine interior on principal. “Why d’you hate me so much? You used to like me.” He stared over at his brother, heart thumping, ears humming, throat closing up with nausea. He despised waking up still drunk.

“I don’t hate you.” Antony turned onto the main road headed into town.

“Could’ve fooled me. You’re a real asshole anymore. Worse than Dom.”

Antony merely shrugged, not rising to that tried-and-true bait. So they spent the rest of the ride to the garage in silence. Once there, Antony sat gripping the wheel. Aiden waited, hoping he’d get something out of him—something he would assure him that the man he thought he remembered as the protective, funny, and loving guy he’d grown up with still existed inside the guy walking around wearing Antony’s skin.

Finally, he let go of the wheel, exhaled, and squared his shoulders as if prepping for battle. Aiden made a mental note to talk to Kieran about how badly Antony had descended into his life of non-stop mourning and jerk-hood.

“So, Rosalee, not putting out for you or what? You need to get laid maybe? Knock the edge off?”

The glare Aiden got for saying those particular words did make him worry Antony might punch his aching head through the passenger-side window.

He clenched his jaw in the way Aiden remembered from their childhood. “That is so far outside the realm of your business as to be in another galaxy. Get to work and don’t say her name to me again.”

And with that, Aiden was left with the fleeting thought that mentioning Rosalee directly was probably not a good idea. He surely didn’t need Antony to guess that her name was on his lips, or front and center of his mind.

He shook his head—a Bad Plan because it summoned the pounding agony back with a vengeance. Groaning, he climbed out and shuffled over to the door.

A new day began at Love Garage.

Book Title: Coach Love 

Author: Liz Crowe 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Release Date: January 5, 2015 

Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

 

The smoldering intensity of first love ~ the forbidden fantasy of temptation ~ the cold hard facts of real life.

When one man’s hopes are dashed apart in a split second after years spent chasing a dream, he returns home to Kentucky furious at the world and everyone around him.

Kieran Francesco is the middle son of the volatile, tight-knit Halloran-Love family. His role as peacemaker and the one true athlete is well established. He now faces life devoid of the sport he adores after a horrific, career-ending accident, which places him in a new and entirely uncomfortable position—that of the brother with no future.

Over the course of a few tumultuous months Kieran is plunged back into life at the center of the Love family, where he must cope with one self-destructive brother, one ill-timed reconnection to an old flame and a series of bad choices that land him in more trouble than he’d ever known existed.

COACH LOVE, book 2 of The Love Brothers, a family saga of sibling loyalty that runs as deep and wide as the Ohio River—at least until Sunday, when Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations at the weekly Love brother pick-up basketball game.

  

As he drove the twenty or so miles from his parents’ house into town Kieran’s head began to clear. The windows were down and the tunes cranked. The sun shone. Signs of summer--one of his favorite seasons--were all around him. Parks packed with families, all the basketball courts and swimming pools overflowing. The sight of a gaggle of boys on bikes riding alongside him for a while, singing along with whatever random, crappy rap song currently polluted the airwaves made him smile.

“Hey, it’s Kieran Love!” one of the punks shouted after a few blocks. “Can you come over and shoot a few with us?”

He waved and drove on, gratified but sad, the sound of their cheerful unhappiness at his refusal filling his ears, taking the stretch of four lane road at seventy miles an hour, pressing the gas pedal to the floor, the throaty, powerful roar of the car’s engine revving him from head to toe.

It would be all right because he and Melinda loved each other. They had from the moment they’d met. He passed some grandpa in a Toyota, as the deep green fields surrounded by picturesque white fences and dotted with horses filled both sides of his vision.

He’d been home and recuperating from radical knee surgery with the best prognosis he could hope for after such a nasty break--to walk normally, much less play the occasional pick up game. His depression had been deep, wide, and terrifying. He woke every day at his parents’ house, unwilling even to get out of bed, not that he could without help for the first few weeks.

Antony had tossed a laptop computer at him one day when he’d been sulking, unshaven, and eating an entire bag of potato chips, something he’d not done since the age of ten when his fate--bound for basketball fame and fortune--had been determined.

“Here, find a job, find a date, find something,” he’d said before yanking the empty chip bag away and smacking Kieran’s head hard enough to make his ears ring.

“Ow. Leave me alone, asshole. I’m grievously injured,” he’d said, not caring about the swear-free zone he inhabited.

“That’s three dollars young man,” his mother had called out from the kitchen.

“You live with this, jerk, and see how you feel about finding ‘a date.’“ He’d hooked his fingers around the words, heart in his throat at how badly he’d wanted to call Cara right then.

But by the next weekend he was caning and limping his way toward the door to some faux-fancy Italian restaurant in Lexington, rubbing his freshly shaved face and trying not to sweat through his dress shirt. The woman from the internet site sat at the bar, twirling an olive-laden swizzle stick in her martini glass, long, slim, bare legs crossed, feet encased in sky-high patent leather heels. He’d exhaled, beyond relived that he’d not been cat-fished by some troll, or worse, a dude.

He’d hesitated then, something in him telling him to turn around and leave, fast. But at that moment, she’d flashed him the whitest, most perfect smile he’d ever seen and he’d been hooked. He still didn’t know how. They’d gone out for three weeks before she let him kiss her. It’d been another three weeks before he got anywhere near her tits. It had been a solid four months before he scored but that encounter had been, in a word, epic.

Melinda liked to talk dirty, wear heels and a garter belt while he fucked her. Loved doing it with all the lights on and in semi-public places. She gave head like a pro at first, before he’d given her an engagement ring.

Her bitchiness had come across as extreme decisiveness, sort of hot in way, he’d admit, since he tended toward the spontaneous and unplanned--”wishy washy” as he now understood it thanks to Melinda’s re-categorization of his personality. Her tight grip on her emotions and her surroundings, the OCD way she ordered her life did grate on him at times but he figured she tolerated his innate sloppiness and willingness to wake on a Sunday without a plan in place for the rest of the day. When he realized he sat across from her at some overpriced, hipster restaurant near her office after going out with her for eight months, ready to present her with a ring he could barely afford, it had shocked him without seeming to even faze her.

“Well, of course I’ll marry you, but you’ve got to find a better job,” she’d drawled as she sipped her champagne.

“A new job?” He’d gotten the teaching gig at his old high school and couldn’t imagine any job he’d want or like better. She made six figures for Christ’s sake, at least he thought she did.

Elated, drunk with lust and achievement, he’d tried to get his long legs adjusted under the small table jammed between all the others and covered with small plates of “tapas” which, best he could tell were “appetizers” only twice the price and half the helpings.

“I’ll do anything you want, Melinda. You saved me, honest to God you did.”

She’d fluttered her inky black lashes and gazed at him with an expression that convinced him he’d made the drastic move for the right reasons. The following year had been a combination of frustration, anger and high school level blue balls. The double drama Antony and Aiden had foisted on the Love family during that time hadn’t helped but it had distracted him. He’d taught his classes, helped out with the basketball team pro bono without telling Melinda and had been happier than he’d ever been as a pro athlete.

The fact that she maintained her uber-bitch persona around his family killed him. But he was hooked.

Still.

Mostly.

Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger and beer marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe lives Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

 

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