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Wednesday, July 6, 2016

BLOOD TO DUST by L.J. Shen Book Review


S Y N O P S I S:
His name is Beat, and I should hate him.

Bound, blindfolded and bruised, I'm tied in his basement, waiting for the men who stripped me from clothes and humanity to collect his debt to them. Me.

His name is Nate and I should hate him, but I don't.

I'm not supposed to know his real name, even worse, I'm not supposed to care. He is nothing to me but means to an end. The plan is simple: break free, collect the pieces of my broken soul, kill the bastards and run away.

His name is Nathaniel Thomas Vela, and I've never seen his face, though I hear that it's beautiful.

Behind the rugged and handsome exterior, there's a quiet murderer, a killer who thinks guns are for pussies and ends people with his bare hands.

His name doesn't matter, neither does his face, but what does matter is my heart. And right now, sadly, it's his.
M Y  R E V I E W:
Let me just start by saying, this is the book you HOPE your about to read, when you sit down and open every other book. Unfortunately, this story will only ever be told once, do not, under any circumstances, let it pass you by. This book absolutely floored me. It broke me. It brought me to my knees. By far, this was one of my FAVORITE reads of 2016! 

Lets flip the hourglass and begin shall we? 

Once upon a time there was a boy...
This boy was sad, and lost, and violent but inside him lay peace.
We meet Beat in the beginning of the book. While we find him in the midst of chaos and evil, we feel, almost immediately that he is a man of honor. We feel his strength and his peace. Beat had me from his very first line in this book. He grabbed ahold of me and didn't let go. (Thank God... it was heavenly!) Seriously... this man might have just become my... dare I say... FAVORITE ALPHA OF ALL TIME?! Nate Vela Ladies, holy hell, just you wait and see.

Once upon a time there was a girl...
The 20-year-old girl was sheltered, privileged and of pedigree, but inside her laid a storm. 
From the beginning, Prescott is a force of nature, a storm to be reckoned with. She is full of strength, and vengeance. Like beat, she believes in honor, and fairness, and she is ready and willing to fight for her cause.(I fucking LOVE this girl!!!)When I read LJ Shen's Sparrow I had said that she was the ultimate Book Bestie, and while I'll stand by that, this chick right here Prescott Burlington-Smyth, well she's my fucking HERO!

I know I've said this before... and I know you absolutely love me for it, but dammit, I do not want to tell you anything in regards to the story of this amazing book. I feel like I would be doing you a disservice. I sat there for two days reading this book, with my heart beating out of my chest, hands shaking, mind racing. The fucking RUSH this book gave me. It was a high like no other, a gift really, and I don't want to take that from you. 

But I want you to know, from the bottom of my little blogger heart, that you HAVE to read this amazing book! LJ POURED her heart and soul into EVERY WORD, and you can feel it! That heartbeat, it LEAPS from the pages. Beat. Beat. Beat. 

One of my favorite things about being a blogger is that I get the pleasure of falling, head over heels in love on a daily / weekly basis. While I enjoy or even love, most of the stories I read, for the most part, my heart remains in my chest where it belongs. However, Blood to Dust, Beat & Pea, they picked the lock, broke in, and STOLE a piece of my heart right out of my chest. I will never, EVER forget this story or these characters. 

Prescott explained my feelings for this book, cover to cover, perfectly:
"My heart collapses with excitement, flowing in dangerous waves. Its like feeling an emotional oragasm" 
-YES Pea! Its EXACTLY Like that! 

This is a story of VENGEANCE & FAIRNESS, FEAR, STRENGTH & POWER, LOVE & HATE, SOLITUDE & CONNECTION and most of all, its story about CHASING FREEDOM.
R E A D.

T H I S.

B O O K.

A B O U T  T H E  A U T H O R:

L.J. Shen is a best-selling author of Contemporary Romance novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like chocolate, wine, reading, HBO, spending time with her girlfriends and internet-stalking Chris Hemsworth. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
CHECK OUT MY 5 QUESTION INTERVIEW WITH LJ (CLICK HERE)
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Friday, July 1, 2016

BLOOD TO DUST by L.J. Shen Excerpt Reveal



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Coming July 18th
Add to your Goodreads shelf now.

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S Y N O P S I S:

His name is Beat, and I should hate him.

Bound, blindfolded and bruised, I'm tied in his basement, waiting for the men who stripped me from clothes and humanity to collect his debt to them. Me.

His name is Nate and I should hate him, but I don't.

I'm not supposed to know his real name, even worse, I'm not supposed to care. He is nothing to me but means to an end. The plan is simple: break free, collect the pieces of my broken soul, kill the bastards and run away.

His name is Nathaniel Thomas Vela, and I've never seen his face, though I hear that it's beautiful.

Behind the rugged and handsome exterior, there's a quiet murderer, a killer who thinks guns are for pussies and ends people with his bare hands.

His name doesn't matter, neither does his face, but what does matter is my heart. And right now, sadly, it's his.

Blood to Dust is a standalone, full-length novel. It contains graphic violence and adult situations some may find offensive.



E X C E R P T:
I wolf down my dinner before he grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs. He stalks closely behind, and even though it’s taking me forever to climb up the narrow staircase, he keeps his grunt-count to a respectable minimum.
Leading me to the bathroom by the arm, he throws the door open and we both gait into the tiny room. Still blindfolded, I feel the cold sink stabbing at my lower back, but the warmth of his proximity keeps me from shivering.
“I need my privacy.” I lick my lips, feeling him everywhere. Not only is Beat physically big, he is also somewhat of a human furnace. I swear he radiates enough heat to photosynthesize a whole forest. I guess it’s good, because I always know when he’s around. But also bad, because why would it matter? It’s not like I can fight him in any way.
“Dream on, Country Club.” Another grunt.
“Please.” My voice breaks. Usually, I’m counting on my caramel blonde hair and big Disney-animal eyes—which he unfortunately can’t see right now—to get me out of trouble. I have a feeling this guy is harder to crack. “Just lock me in and stand on guard outside. What can I do? Arm myself with a bar of soap? Try and break free through the sink’s hole?”
Is he going to buy it?
Is he sensitive?
Is he hard-nosed?
Maybe he’s both. He’s got some serious codes going on—no beating women, no manhandling your victim, yet he essentially agreed to lock me in here. Then there’s his tone and body language. Peaceful. Like he hasn’t got a care in the world, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve known him for a few short hours and I’m already privy to the fact that he was an inmate in San Dimas, has killed, owes Godfrey a favor and has the Aryan Brotherhood on his tail.
“Be warned”—his peachy breath tickles my nose—“when people are bad to me, I’m worse. Don’t tempt my demons.”
Beat takes off my blindfold, but he’s not as thoughtless as to show me his face. His black tee is pulled over his head, revealing a tattooed six-pack. Even his fingertips are full of blues and blacks. Yet, one side of his body is completely ink-free. Massive, menacing…and as much as I hate to admit it, attractive.
Sweet Statute of Liberty, if I need to screw one of them in the name of freedom, please let it be him and not the chunky tattooist.
Beat can still see me through the fabric of his shirt, but before I get the chance to make out his face, he dashes out of the bathroom and locks the door from the outside with a key.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes to do everything. Pee, shit, shower, get dressed. Starting now.”
I don’t argue or waste a second. I jump into the shower and pee as the stream of gurgling water splashes over my body. My bladder is burning with release, and so are the blistering fresh wounds Seb decorated me with. Slowly, I’m starting to feel a little better, think a little clearer.
The water is hot and violent against my strained muscles. There’s only one bar of soap—I’m pretty sure Beat and Ink are sharing it (I’m guessing they’re roomies by the two worn-out towels on the rack). Not very sanitary, but hygiene is a luxury I cannot afford right now.
I scrub my body and keep the water running as I try to pry open the overhead rust-stained window next to the showerhead. I stand on my toes, peeking outside, blinking away disbelief as the sight in front of me registers. A teenager with a beanie zig-zags his way on a bike in the middle of the road, the electric wires above his head tangled with shoelaces and sneakers. Beyond the sight of shotgun houses, wilting porches and the echoes of desperate, barking dogs…a Taco Bell.
Taco Bell!
I recognize the branch. I’m in Stockton. Whose streets I know, whose crack heads I studied, whose language of hardship and adversity I speak fluently.
I study my surroundings. The house I’m trapped in is a simple one-story, and the house right in front of it is probably an identical bungalow. It looks deserted, so yelling will get me nowhere other than on Beat and Ink’s shit list.
But I’m guessing by the sound of traffic and the location of the fast food restaurant that we’re close to El Dorado, one of Stockton’s main streets.
Knowing where I am will work in my favor when I run away.
And I will run away. One way or the other. With or without Beat’s help.
I always land on my feet.
I broke free from Callum, Godfrey and Sebastian. Getting rid of these two should be a walk in the park.
Beat’s fist slams against the door three times, then unlocks the door from the outside.
“Yo, Silver Spoon. Your time’s up.”
“Just one second,” I call, turning off the faucet and stepping outside. I reach for one of the manly dark towels and cover myself up as I squat down to pick up my gray dress.
Hold on a minute.
Manly…Dark…Towels.
They might have a shaving razor. Holy hell, they might have a weapon in here.
I start flinging drawers open, still wrapped in a towel, desperately trying to find something to injure Beat with. I don’t even care if he hears. Give me a razor and I will dice this 6’5 Goliath to pieces the size of Barbacoa. Talent can be outworked and rage can outweigh size. That’s the motto I live by.
Beat bangs on the door again, and it wails on its hinges.
“Hey…you,” he grunts. He doesn’t even know my name. “If you make me open this door myself, you’ll be fucking sorry.”
I ignore him. He can’t rape or harm me. Godfrey made that clear. Honestly? I’m not scared of him that much. He’s been nothing but compassionate to me so far, in his own, angry, Stockton way. Damn it, though. They have absolutely nothing in these drawers. Empty, empty, empty. What’s wrong with these men? Do they not live here, or did they think about this scenario beforehand? Probably the latter. I’m just about to turn around and pick up my dress when the door swings open and Guy Fawkes’s face greets me again, bat-shit crazy galore. The drawers are all open. I threw most of their contents on the floor in my desperate search for a weapon.
This is not looking good for me.
This man is going to kill me…and for once in my life, I don’t feel like putting up a fight anymore.

A B O U T  T H E  A U T H O R:
L.J. Shen is a best-selling author of Contemporary Romance novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like chocolate, wine, reading, HBO, spending time with her girlfriends and internet-stalking Chris Hemsworth. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.


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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

5 QUESTIONS with L.J. SHEN and COVER REVEAL for BLOOD TO DUST


1. 
Do you love reading as much as you love writing? Do you find yourself struggling in your free time to pick one or the other or do you have special time allotted for each? And what was the last book you read that you absolutely LOVED that everyone has to read?

I try to read between 2-3 hours a day, right before I go to bed. Reading is important to me, because it feeds my soul, and my soul has a huge-ass appetite. 
Man, I’ve read so many great books recently. We had amazing releases these past couple of months. I have to admit though, the book that really caught my attention and blew me away was 44 Chapters by Bebe Easton. I think I scared the shit out of her because twenty pages into her book, I started messaging her non-stop, begging her for spoilers (mind you, it’s a memoir) and experiencing mild to medium meltdowns. 

It’s extremely good and I think everyone should read it.

2. 
You're a rockstar at social media. I love how you spread the love for both your fellow authors, and bloggers as well, all the while putting yourself out there and spreading the word about your work. Can you tell us how social media has played a roll for yourself and for self-publishing authors? And what do you like and don’t like about it? 

I know it sounds corny as hell, but I just love my readers so much. I love talking books with them, I love interacting with them, and when I find an author I like or a book I adore, I always post a giveaway on my Sassy Sparrows reading group to spread the word.

Why? (A) Because I know how freaking hard it is to put yourself out there, and I believe in karma and in helping people out. And (B) I think I got incredibly lucky, doing what I do and being able to pay the bills while doing it, so I always make sure to show how grateful I am. 

Honestly, I wish I spent a little less time on social media. I always feel like I’m missing out on things when I log off to focus on my writing. When my deadline is looming, I take my MacBook to the reservoir near my house, where there’s no Wi-Fi, just so I could get the work done. It’s sad, really. 

3. 
Long Question Alert: Sparrow was SUCH an amazing book, I’ve talked to so many fellow book-lovin’-babes as well as fellow bloggers who absolutely LOVED it!  Sparrow Raynes, was such a relatable fun character, but she was also a total BADASS, I think we all have a little Sparrow in us, can you tell us in what ways YOU relate to her? // AND Troy Brennan, Its like you’ve perfected the art of the alpha male, the perfect amount of sexy, cocky goodness, can you tell us if there’s a science to it, one second we’re like Gah! What an asshole, and the next we’re like SWOOOON! How did you make us fall so hard for this man? ;)


Bahaha! Thank you so much. I spoke with a few author friends the other day and we all agreed that our heroines are always based on (at least) a part of our personality. I wish I could say that I’m as cool and badass and Sparrow. I’m not. But the snarky, sassy, oh-no-you-didn’t part of her personality is definitely Leigh through and through. The only difference is she makes good on her threats, while I curl into a fetal position and cry when something bad happens to me.

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As for Troy, I really enjoyed writing him, essentially because I knew that some of the things he did and said would make some readers DNF the shit out of this book. I stayed true to his character and pushed the limits. The reason for that is because if there’s one thing I loathe, it’s reading a badass alpha male who turns into mush the minute he falls in love. 

I got a lot of heat for Troy, but at the end of the day, I think I managed to create a complex, redeemable, flawed character. 

I’m always in love with the man I write, and if you think Troy was lick-worthy, wait till you meet Nate Vela! 

4. 
Ok, you get offered a ridiculous amount of money to write a book, too much to refuse but here are the guidelines: It has to be based on an 80’s or 90’s movie, like a part 2 involving all the characters, like a where are they now? The question: WHAT 80’s 90’s MOVIE // WHAT’S YOUR BOOK TITLE // & BRIEF SYNOPSIS?

Damn, woman, I have so many! After shortlisting Donnie Darko, Trainspotting and Seven, I’m going with Seven.

Check me out:

Ten Mills

When retired detective David Mills (Brad Pitt) is asked to go back to the job he had left behind, he doesn’t think twice before saying ‘no’. Last time he’s chased a serial killer, it ended with his pregnant wife being slaughtered alive.

But see, David Mills doesn’t have a choice, because a young, up-and-coming detective, Kayla Sinclair, literally drags him out of his cabin in the woods to help her find the psycho who has already murdered three people in less than a month.

Killer guy’s got a touch, too. He doesn’t punish people for their sins. He punishes people for not following the ten commandments. 

What David Mills doesn’t know is that his beautiful, wide-eyed, innocent looking new partner has a secret.
A secret that could kill them both.
By the time he’d find out – it’d already be too late. His life won’t be his anymore.
Neither will his heart.

5. 
I know you have another book in the works! Woot Woot! Can’t wait! What can you tell us about it? Title, Expected Release Date? Any juicy details? SO Exciting! 

I’m so pumped about this book, you have no idea. It’s called Blood to Dust and it’s going to be out on July 18th. 

It already has a Goodreads page with a synopsis and all, so feel free to check it out and add it to your TBR list >>> (((CLICK HERE)))

It is a mafia romance, dark-ish (a little darker than Sparrow) and full of heart and smut. 

Hope you enjoy it.

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-10 QUESTION LIGHTENING ROUND-
(you ready for this???)

Favorite Ice Cream?
Oreo cookies ice cream

Movie You Know by Heart?
Pulp Fiction, Requiem for a Dream, Trainspotting

Who was Your First Book Boyfriend?
Jared Trent from Bully

Favorite Song to Sing in the Shower?
Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande (when I hit those high notes, my neighbors throw themselves off their balconies)

Five Words That Describe Your First Kiss?
Wet. Sloppy. Braces. Shy. Disastrous.

First & Last Band you saw in concert:
First – Iggy Pop
Last – Asaf Avidan

Last Movie You Saw in Theater & How Many Stars do you Give it?
Me Before You and all the stars in the universe.

If you could send Stephen James a 3 sentence text… 
what would it say? ;) 

“We need milk”

(we usually just send each other naughty pictures to be honest)

Something You’re Proud Of: 
(Besides Your Amazing Book-Writing Skills)
My beautiful son (who probably doesn’t share the sentiment seeing as his mom is busy joking about sexting Stephen James)

Name 3 Authors Who Inspire You Daily:
Mia Sheridan
Jonathan Franzen
John Fante

Thank you so much for having me!

Add L.J. Shen's Work on Goodreads or Purchase Now! 

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AND NOW FOR THE COVER REVEAL OF 
BLOOD TO DUST:
(Drumroll Please)

Coming July 18th
Add to Your Goodreads Shelf Here:


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S Y N O P S I S


His name is Beat, and I should hate him.


Bound, blindfolded and bruised, I'm tied in his basement, waiting for the men who stripped me from clothes and humanity to collect his debt to them. Me.


His name is Nate and I should hate him, but I don't.


I'm not supposed to know his real name, even worse, I'm not supposed to care. He is nothing to me but means to an end. The plan is simple: break free, collect the pieces of my broken soul, kill the bastards and run away.


His name is Nathaniel Thomas Vela, and I've never seen his face, though I hear that it's beautiful.


Behind the rugged and handsome exterior, there's a quiet murderer, a killer who thinks guns are for pussies and ends people with his bare hands.


His name doesn't matter, neither does his face, but what does matter is my heart. And right now, sadly, it's his.


Blood to Dust is a standalone, full-length novel. It contains graphic violence and adult situations some may find offensive.


E X C E R P T


“You don’t get a say in this shit,” Ink announces with borrowed authority. I can hear the uncertainty leaking from him. He’s what I call an easy job. If it were just him watching over me, I would have been dancing in Iowan cornfields far away from here by now, Sebastian and Godfrey’s heads tucked in that Nike bag.
“You make me uncomfortable.” I yank my arm away.
“What, and the other guy makes you warm and fuzzy?” He sounds genuinely offended.
Beat inches closer behind me, and I feel the heat of his body drifting into mine. He’s close. Hot-jock-leaning-against-your-locker close. It’s going to be hard to bypass someone his size.
“You think I’m nice?” His breath moves through the plastic of his mask, tickling my ear. I shudder down to my toes. His mouth smells like peach. How bad can a guy who smells like a peach be?
“Nice-r.” I clear my throat, my eyes still trained on Ink in front of me. Ink shakes his head, indicating that I’m dead wrong. The air becomes chilly. Why hadn’t I noticed it’s so chilly?
Because it’s not. It’s August in California, and I’m cold because I’m frightened.
“Let’s test your theory. I’m going to touch you now. Move without permission, and I’m breaking your arm.”
My busted lower lip splits open again as I scowl at his threat. He definitely looks like a guy who makes good on his threats.
“Okay.” I lick my blood, my voice tender.
Beat kicks my legs open and brings my arms up, patting me down dryly, like airport security. His rough fingers stroke the curves of my shoulders as he moves down from my skull to my outer breasts, circling them lazily. Down to my stomach…lower to my tensed inner thighs, pushing the fabric of my mini dress away to make room for his warm paws.
Every muscle in my body is ready to plow forward, to run away, to try and hurt him; the memory of every experience I’ve had that started this way demands for me to take action. But this…it doesn’t feel like a violation. The sour taste of bile has yet to explode in my mouth.
His hands move down my legs, stroking my ankles…then he stops.
“Got something inside?” He squats down, hooking one of his thumbs into my ankle boot. His masked face is eye level with my pelvis, and warmth spreads along my bones like hot wax.
“No,” I lie. There’s still a slight chance he won’t check.
But he checks.
Beat jerks my boot out and a Swiss army knife falls with a clank on the concrete pavement. I let out a sigh and drop my head. Shit.
Happy thoughts.
Frozen yoghurt with Preston down the local mall.
Curling up on the egg-swing with a Mia Sheridan book.
Water lilies blooming over the artificial pond in the Burlington-Smyth’s garden.
A genuine smile from a stranger.
Beat stands up slowly, his gleeful mask zeroing on my face. It all looks like a scene from a horror movie.
And I’m the victim.
A B O U T   T H E   A U T H O R

L.J. Shen is a best-selling author of Contemporary Romance novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.


She enjoys the simple things in life, like chocolate, wine, reading, HBO, spending time with her girlfriends and internet-stalking Chris Hemsworth. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.


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