Review: ★Broken Prince★ by @authorerinwatt

Review-Broken Prince DGRBROKEN PRINCE
Series: The Royals #2
Genre: NA/YA Romance
Author: Erin Watt
Release Date: July 25, 2016add-to-goodreads-button-2

The-Royals-Broken-Prince-Erin-Watt-Elle-Kennedy-Jen-Frederick

These Royals will ruin you…

From wharf fights and school brawls to crumbling lives inside glittery mansions, one guy tries to save himself.

Reed Royal has it all—looks, status, money. The girls at his elite prep school line up to date him, the guys want to be him, but Reed never gave a damn about anyone but his family until Ella Harper walked into his life.

What started off as burning resentment and the need to make his father’s new ward suffer turned into something else entirely—keep Ella close. Keep Ella safe. But when one foolish mistake drives her out of Reed’s arms and brings chaos to the Royal household, Reed’s entire world begins to fall apart around him.

Ella doesn’t want him anymore. She says they’ll only destroy each other.

She might be right.

Secrets. Betrayal. Enemies. It’s like nothing Reed has ever dealt with before, and if he’s going to win back his princess, he’ll need to prove himself Royally worthy.

Buy LinksPRE-ORDER
AMAZON
 Review-DGR5 stars
SPOILER FREEBroken Prince-DGR teaser

My instincts had screamed at me that she was trouble. My instincts were wrong. She wasn’t trouble. I was. Still Am.
Reed, the destroyer.

Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh mylanta!

I swear to all that is holy, that cliffhanger gave me heartburn, anxiety, and a massive case of the eye ticks. How the hell am I supposed to keep sane until OCTOBER? HOW I ASK YOU?!!!!! *babbles incoherently*

He told me to stay away. He told me I didn’t belong. If only I’d listened to him.

This trilogy is the worst sort of book crack and I hope it never ends. And this is coming from a self professed trilogy avoider….because attention span of a rodent! But I am beyond hooked and can’t wait for more! Since this review will be entirely spoiler free, allow me to sum it up in the only way I can…an imaginary conversation I had with Erin Watt in my head as I was reading this. That’s the best I got and I’m not sorry. You’re lucky my brain is working enough for even this….

Me: So Erin, you left readers on quite the cliffy last time. Are you even a little sorry for making us all suffer the way that you have?

Erin:

Me: Right then. Moving on. So Broken Prince picks up immediately where Paper Princess ended. Ella is on the run and Reed is dealing with the fallout. Speaking of Reed and what took place at the end of Paper Princes…

Erin:

Me: Ah. Ok. *backs away slowly* We won’t talk about that then…

Let’s talk about the Royals. There’s quite a few revelations that happen with this family in the book and my mind is still reeling from it. Who knew there were that many skeletons hidden in their closets. The Royal men are all kinds of screwed up and I love it!

Erin:

Me: True. True. Though not for lack of trying, eh? Especially Easton…

Erin: Whatever girl takes on Easton is going to have to hold a whip in one hand and a pistol in the other.

Me: Well look at you, quoting from your own book. Yeah, Easton really did go off the rails in this one, didn’t he? *pervy sigh* But I digress. Can I at least tell readers if Reed grovels for everything that happened?

Erin:

Me: OK! OK! No spoilers! Sheesh! No need to get violent! And will you put that shot gun away already? I swear I won’t say anything.

But admit it. You’re actually a closet sadist and get off on making your readers suffer in such a way?

Erin:

Me: I’ll take that as a yes then. Now Broken Prince is told in dual POVs from Ella and Reed, any hints what Twisted Palace will bring?

Erin:

Me: And the long answer?

Erin:

Me: I really should have seen that coming.

Anyway, let’s talk about Brooke because that woman is one twisted little b-

Erin:

Me: Sure. Right. I supposed anything goes in her world and trying to get what she wants.

Now onto the important business, if I offer up both my ovaries and my first born, any chance I can get my hands on Twisted Palace now?

Erin:

Me: Well, can’t blame a girl for trying.

There’s one crazy as heck cliffy here that I never saw coming in a million years. I’m talking soap opera proportion sort of cliffy. Holy hell it was utterly delicious! Will you take mercy and give us just one teenie tiny clue about what it is?

Erin:

Me: That’s rough. You really are a sadist. I think I already knew that about you after Paper Princess.

Well, thanks for chatting with me while I rock myself in a dark corner at the institution that I was quickly rolled away to after finishing reading. I should have seen the fallout coming considering the state of drooling anticipation you left me with the first book, but alas it is what it is. I’m gonna go babble incoherently some more.
*************************

And there you have it, folks. Broken Prince in a nutshell.
But if you are curious about spoilers and what happened with Reed, I’ll take pity on you…

Click to view spoiler

Broken Prince is everything I had hoped it would be and so much more! I love the way the authors develop each and every character throughout these books. Ella is coming into her own more and more. I absolutely love the backbone on the girl. And who thought it was possible for me to fall even harder for Reed? Because holy hell did! SO. FREAKING. HARD. This is one twisted tale filled with secrets, betrayals and redemption and I’m loving every single addicting page of it! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to rock myself back in my corner until Twisted Palace releases.

 


THE ROYALS SERIES

Paper Princess (The Royals, #1) The-Royals-Paper-Princess-cover-Erin-Watt-Elle-Kennedy-Jen-Frederickadd-to-goodreads-button-2AMAZON | MY REVIEW

BROKEN PRINCE (THE ROYALS #2)– Releasing July 25, 2016

TWISTED PALACE (THE ROYALS #3)– Releasing October 17, 2016

Spotlight & Guest Post: ★Anything But Broken★ by Joelle Knox

Spotlight-ABBANYTHING BUT BROKEN
Series: Hurricane Creek #1
Genre: New Adult Romance
Author: Joelle Knox
Release Date: August 25, 2015add-to-goodreads-button3

broken-HR

After five years, tragedy brings Hannah Casey back to Hurricane Creek to bury what’s left of her family. She’s flunking out of college, haunted by scandal, and the only person who cares is Sean Whitlow, an irresistible bad boy with a soft spot for her. The problem? He’s her dead sister’s ex.

Sean doesn’t bleed red, he bleeds motor oil. During the week, he struggles to turn his auto repair shop into a profitable business. But when Saturday night rolls around, he’s the reigning stock-car king of the local race track. He doesn’t know how to lose–or how to walk away and leave Hannah alone with her grief.

Between her grades and her wealthy family’s dark secrets, Hannah’s barely holding her life together. And the last thing Sean needs is to get tangled up with another Casey girl. As the attraction between them spins out of control, they’ll either find a love with no limits–or go up in flames.

Buy LinksAMAZON

AbB2Excerpt

I don’t stay in bed. By the time Sean comes knocking on Evie’s front door, I’ve washed my face, brushed my teeth, and torn through my room, kicking dirty clothes into the closet and wondering how I made such a damn mess when I don’t even have all my things with me.​

I’m at the door before I remember I forgot to change, and it’s too late now. So I answer the door in my pajamas—cotton shorts and a tank top that feels transparent right now.

“Hey. Come on in.”

“Good morning.” He actually did something, one of the bright blue boxes from the bakery down the street from the boutique, and he hands it to me as he walks in.

“Thank you.” I carry the box into the living room, where my quilting supplies are spread out on the floor in front of the TV. Evie helped me sort scraps last night, and I went to bed without putting anything away. “Are you thirsty? I can make coffee, or we have some Cokes.”

“The bakery thinks of everything.” He tilts his head toward the box, and I open it to find two covered cups of coffee nestled inside along with the pastries.

“You’re going to spoil me,” I tell him as I sit on the couch. The coffee table is another of those pieces that looks either cosmetically distressed or lovingly salvaged—only now I know which. Evie finds them at flea markets and yard sales, dropping ten dollars on pieces of furniture no one wants, only to turn around and make them beautiful.

Just like Sean and his car—or me with my scrap quilts, I guess. Maybe we’re all obsessed with rescuing broken things.

Sean takes one of the coffees and sprawls out beside me, one arm looped casually around my shoulders. “Got any plans for today?”

Just the hospital later, but I don’t feel like bringing it up. So I reach for one of the pastries instead, breaking off a corner to nibble. “Not really. I need to open up my laptop and actually deal with some of my email, I guess.”

“Sounds fun.” He wrinkles his nose as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. “I left Gibb alone at the garage.”

I should probably feel guilty about that, but it’s hard to when he’s here, next to me, and I get to snuggle into his side as I eat breakfast. “I’m sure he can handle it. He seems really good at his job. Evie says he is, anyway.”

“She’s right.” Sean tilts his head my way and opens one eye. “You look good.”

My cheeks aren’t the only part of me that heat at the compliment. I abandon the pastry and coffee in favor of curling closer to him, because every point of contact means another giddy spark of anticipation.

It’s easier to flirt with him in text messages, but I try to capture a hint of that mischief as

I smile at him. “I stayed in my pajamas just for you.”

“I like it.” The back of his hand brushes my bare thigh.

An accident? I don’t want it to be. Holding my breath, I shift closer, chasing his fingers.

But he hasn’t moved, so I wind up rubbing my leg against his hand.
Sean is watching me now. “Does Evie come home for lunch?”

I don’t think I’ve been here long enough to know for sure, and I can’t remember right now, anyway. Because that’s not what he’s really asking. This isn’t safe like the lake, with people nearby to keep us from going too far.

Whatever too far means.

“I think she might be meeting Sawyer for lunch,” I tell him, because I know she talked about it. Was it today? God, I hope so, because I can’t think with Sean watching me.

He slides his free hand into my hair and cups my neck. He doesn’t say anything, but he’s utterly focused on my mouth, and he draws in a sharp breath when I lick my lips.

It’s the reminder I need—that I’m not the only one caught in the grip of needy hunger. I press my hand to his chest, splaying my fingers wide. Not to hold him back, but to brace myself as I lean in.

He lifts me into his lap instead, his steely grip a shocking reminder of his strength. I end up perched on his thighs, my knees riding alongside his hips. Straddling him, and it’s nothing like the lake. We might be wearing more clothing—well, he is—but there’s no darkness or water to hide behind.

He can watch my cheeks flush, and he can watch that warmth spread. My tank top is too thin to hide the tightening tips of my nipples, so I crush my chest to his and kiss him before reality can catch up with me.

But it isn’t reality that crashes into me a heartbeat later. It’s sensation, the tightness spreading into a deeper heat as his tongue slicks over mine, and his fingertips edge beneath the hem of my tank top.

I want to melt. Everything inside me is screaming for it, but I break away and pant against his cheek. “I should tell you. That I still don’t—that I’m not ready—”

“For sex?” His voice is low, hoarse. Filthy.

I never thought anything could weaken my resolve. But I didn’t know I could feel like this—flustered and turned on and achy. Empty, and just thinking that makes me feel debauched. “Can we still do other stuff?”

His chest rumbles beneath mine, and his hands slide higher up my back. “Hell, yeah.”

AbB1

Guest PostBree Bridges is one half of the co-writing partnership behind Joelle Knox, Kit Rocha and Moira Rogers. Together with her best friend Donna Herren, she’s written over a dozen novels and over fifty novellas and short stories. Anything but Broken is their first New Adult romance.

Sometimes I like to joke that I have a New Adult backstory, and that it was only a matter of time until I switched to writing New Adult instead of remembering living it. But that doesn’t mean Anything but Broken is my story. The New Adult we wrote may involve tragedy and heartbreak and dark, dramatic secrets—but it’s still more believable than my own story.

When I was nineteen, I dropped out of college. At the time, most people who knew me were shocked. I’d been a very dedicated student and had started college as a freshman with enough AP and college credits to make me almost a junior. I had been awarded scholarships and living stipends from a very prestigious business school. There was just one problem.

I didn’t belong there.

I hated business school. I spent most of my time in my room reading and learning how to program websites because I wanted to build fanfiction archives. (Isn’t that why everyone learns to build websites?) The friends I made were online, and the communities I joined were virtual. In the late 90s, that made you a bit of an outsider.

One of those friends lived in California. In 2000, I flew across the country to join her there. She got me a job working on websites. I tried—I really tried! But I was twenty, and still a bit of a hot mess. Building websites for businesses wasn’t as exciting and rewarding as building websites for fanfiction. Who would have guessed?!

Within four months, I’d been downsized. I found a job selling non-denominational angel products. (Yes, non-denominational angel products are, indeed, a thing.) It wasn’t paying the bills, and the bills in California demand a lot of paying.

Another friend from the internet met me in Los Angeles for my twenty-first birthday, where we drank too much and tipsily convinced a band’s drummer to update their website’s security. (Nerd girls know how to party.)

I told my friend I was running out of money. She said, “Hey, come live with me. It’s cheaper in Alabama.”

That friend was Donna. In May of 2001, she flew to California to help me pack my books and my clunky computer into boxes. I abandoned everything else, including my overdrafted checking account, and climbed onto a Greyhound bus with $25 in my pocket.

I called my parents from Texas to tell them I was moving to Alabama. They said, Can we talk about this?! I said, Sorry, the bus is about to leave! I’ll call you from Mississippi maybe! Please don’t try this at home, kids.

After over fifty hours on multiple buses and a few experiences we won’t tell you until we’ve had three drinks, minimum, I arrived in Alabama. I was twenty-one. Broke. More than a little adrift. And I still had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up.

That night, I met my husband at a comic book store. On December 31st, we went on our first date. Within eight months, we were engaged. We got married at twenty-four, and celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary last year.

On the first day of business school in the fall of 1998, the teacher made us go around the room and say where we wanted to be in ten years. I listened to my classmates talk with passion about high-powered meetings and executive suites and fancy cars, and I knew then that I didn’t belong there, even if it took me almost a year to admit it out loud.

When I’m uncomfortable, I crack jokes. So when it was my turn, I said, “Hey, I just want to work at home in my pajamas.”

Ten years later, in the summer of 2008, Donna and I released our first published story. Within two years I was a full-time writer, working at home in my pajamas and having the best damn time of my life. So I guess I always knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. It just took me ten years to realize I wasn’t joking.

Cover Reveal: ★Worth It★ by @lindakage

worthless-banner_edited-2
Worth It
AUTHOR: Linda Kage
SERIES: Forbidden Men #6
GENRE: New Adult contemporary romance
LEGNTH: 495 pages.
RELEASE DATE: August 25th add-to-goodreads-button-2
worthless_may01_500
I fell in love once.
It was amazing. She was amazing. Life was amazing.
I lived for each time I could see her, and nothing else mattered, not that our families were enemies, our time together was forbidden, or we had to meet in secret.
Our love could conquer all.
Until it didn’t.

So I was ripped away from the love of my life and shoved into hell, forced to continue without her.
It shattered me, broke the best parts of me, left me permanently damaged.

Or so I thought.
Years later, I swear history’s trying to repeat itself because she’s back in my life, and I’m just as drawn to her as I was before. But I’m older and wiser now, and I know she should stay away from a worthless piece of ex-con like me.
So, I will not let her in. I absolutely refuse to hurt her. I will keep her away.
Then again, sometimes risking your greatest fear to get to a smile makes everything worth it, and besides, I’m not sure I can resist her, anyway.
This is the story of how Felicity Bainbridge changed my life forever, starting one summer day long ago after I was forced to change a dirty diaper…
–Knox Parker
Buy Links
PRE-ORDER
iBooks / Smashwords / Kobo (TBA) / B&N / Amazon (TBA)
worthit-teaser05
Excerpt
“That new bartender keeps checking you out,” Aspen slurred into my ear, not listening to a freaking word I’d just said.
“Huh?” I glanced over, but he was already in the process of turning away. I scowled at his backside, even though he had a nice one. A very nice one. Hmm. It figured. I think only the sexiest men alive were allowed to bartend at Forbidden. It had to be some kind of decree written somewhere, or something.
My drinking buddy nudged my elbow. “So? What do you think? I think he’s yummy.”
I sent her an incredulous glance because I’d never heard her appreciate anyone’s sexiness except Noel’s before, and every freaking bartender who worked at Forbidden was hotter than sin.
When she wiggled her eyebrows, letting me know she’d had one too many to drink, I snorted out a laugh. Aspen was adorable and hilarious when she drank.
She leaned into me and whispered loudly, “I think you should ask him if you can ride his disco stick. You know, to help you repound from Cameron.”
I snorted and slapped a hand over my mouth. “You mean, reBOUND?”
“Tha’s what I said.” Her brow crinkled with confusion. “Wasn’t it?”
“Sure,” I murmured, since re-pound seemed just as apt a term for what she was talking about.
“So?” She went back to nudging my elbow. “What do you think of him?”
I reluctantly returned my gaze to the new guy. He was half turned away this time. From the side profile, something about him rang strangely familiar, and it sent a zinger I wasn’t expecting through all my girly parts. I blinked, wondering where the heck that had come from. Then he turned fully away, and the bulkiness and breadth of his shoulders brought back a complete stranger’s profile, which knocked some reality back into me.
He really was a massive work of perfection, but I felt uncomfortable by the unexpected way just looking at him had made my body react. Guilt bit at my conscience because I’d only ever experienced such an instant physical craving for one other person in my life.
So I said, “Meh. Too dark and brooding for my taste.”
Copyright © 2015 · Dirty Girl Romance

%d bloggers like this: