TUG OF WAR (Bloodlines #1)
Impulsive, YES. Irresponsible, SURE. Necessary, PROBABLY. Going to end badly, most likely. Does any of that matter to me, no. I decided that I can't please everyone so this week my only goal is to please me. I’m a selfish cow but I can’t seem to help it. I’m Clara Lord. I own Bloodline’s Tattoo Parlor, have a filthy mouth, no filter and a really strong objection to bossy idiots, pet names and wealthy men.
You will hate me, love me or love to hate me but either way it doesn’t matter. Everything I touch turns to crap and it’s all my fault. See, I lived through hell. Then I escaped hell and carefully spent the next eight years crafting a perfect little life until Domini Napoli screwed it all up. Now nothings right. Everything’s wrong and all my secrets are coming out.
Tug Of War has been voted:
Top 3 of 2013 list from Book Junkie Girls
Top 10 of 2013 from For The Love Of Books
Top 13 of 2013 List from I'll Be Reading
RL Griffin listed Objective as the book she most looks forward to in 2014 releasing.
As soon as I read the preview, I knew I had to read the book. Clara Lord is my kind of gal.
Single mom, Clara has plenty of attitude, but with the secrets she has, she needs it. She has survived hell, and remade herself. She is talented and successful in her own right, a great mom who will go to great lengths to protect her daughter.
Enter Dominic, sexy, intriguing, filthy rich. Everything Clara despises in a man. From the moment he lays his eyes on her, he knows he has to have her. Clara won't be had, but Dominic didn't get to where he is in life with out persistence, and now, he has his sights set on Clara Lord.
Even though Clara feels the draw of Dom, the sparks, the electricity, she will fight it tooth and nail. Dom is set on making her acknowledge the connection between the two of them, no matter what it takes..
There is ups and downs, and tears, and boy did I get a bit mad at times also. This book grabbed my attention and wouldn't let me go till I finished. I'm giving this book 5 stars, K. Larsen did an outstanding job, and I can not wait to see what else she has to offer us in the future.
~Marie 0, review based on a free ARC received for an honest review on behalf of This Redhead LOVES Books Blog~
Clara Lord doesn't know who she is from page one and watching her struggle to figure herself out was a badass, reckless ride that I'm glad I got to take. She's fierce and ferocious and everything fabulous that I love in a female character yet is rarely shown because there's some weird thinking out there that all female readers want a damsel in distress who faints at the first sign of danger. I like my women wild. Clara doesn't disappoint. She's got this mouth on her that makes me laugh all too often; there are times when I wonder what it has to feel like to hate yourself the way that she does, yet to be utterly helpless to change either. Her life is a mess because she's got this beautiful little girl to take care of, to consider in her decisions, and she's all that Allie has since the father isn't in the picture. All Clara has ever known has been fight-or-flight responses to situations that overwhelmed her so when she meets Dominic Napoli and he's everything she's been running from, what else should she have done? She ran. Only he's a creeper who didn't let her get very far before tracking her down to hijack her into a whirlwind relationship that is down more than it's up except for the passion! Wow! I admit it. I was a little breathlessly in love with Dom, too. He swept me away with his overwhelming desire for Clara that couldn't be compartmentalized the way that everything else in his rich, high-society life could be. She was this chink in the cogs of the well-oiled machine that had been his life, knocking everything out of gear. It was amazing to fall for him. Sawyer was a casualty in the war in this one. He's that guy that everyone should love since he's The Good Guy. He's a victim of Clara's humanity since she is only human and everyone needs someone on their side. He was her guy. He was on her side. It was only that she didn't know what side she really stood on that caused him to not be Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now. This book, for me, was about someone coming to grips with themselves, coming to accept themselves and their circumstances in all their horrific, flawed glory, and I think that Clara did that in the end. I think she became who she was meant to be. I'm glad I got to watch her grow. Fantastic work! I'm so thankful I got the opportunity to stand on the sidelines for K. Larsen's Tug of War.
~ Shandra Torbett, Review based on a copy provided in exchange for an honest review from This Redhead LOVES Books Blog~
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ALL BLOODLINES SERIES BOOKS CAN BE READ AS STANDALONES
OBJECTIVE (Bloodlines #2)
(Releasing April 2014)
My story started out cliche, good girl falls for bad boy, but one wrong move changed all that. Turns out the good girl doesn’t save the bad boy. My story goes from cliche to risque to mind blowing. My story is different from all the others because the events of my story led me to one thing...my objective.
Remembering him comes in dreams and flashbacks that I can't control. I tell myself it’s time to let go...but moving on from him is impossible when I still see our lives in my head.
When you kill your soul mate you don’t ever really recover.
A year of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you can't. Its an impossibility to move on from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other, day after day.
Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. Loving him was like the sun on a summer day. Living without him is like slowly burning to death. Torture.
A Bloodlines Novel.
*Note Tug of War is the 1st in the Bloodlines books, each book can be read as a stand alone book.*
RESISTANCE (Bloodlines #3)
(Sawyer's Story, Releasing Late 2014)
My name is Sawyer Crown, I own Bloodlines Tattoo Parlor, despise drama, and have a penchant for broken women. It's a habit I intend to kick.
The arrangement had been simple. Clara and I sleep together if and when we wanted too. We were always best friends first. We raised Allie together with love. Four years into it did people assume we were married- yes. Did people assume I was Allie's father- sure. Did I love every second of that- most definitely.
Then my world exploded. Clara left me. Moved on. I'm supposed to too. I just haven’t figured the moving on part out quite yet. The heart wants what it wants right? Or maybe the mind want what it wants for the heart. All of those scenarios are bullshit though. Clara went for the gold. She carved out the happiness she needed, wanted.
Now it’s my turn.
I feel like I’m crawling in my skin. I’ve had this feeling for the last sixteen months just about. Time has done little thus far to mend me. People keep promising time heals all wounds. Bullshit. I call bullshit. Love is a four-letter-word.
Love is blindness. I didn’t want to see. I don’t want to see. I chose to ignore all the signs. I was in denial. I pretended that Clara and I were more than we were. I knew it was wrong. I buried that feeling deep though. Flat out refused to let it bubble to the surface where I’d have to deal with it. I’d tear out my insides if I could go back and change it.
I didn’t give her room to breathe. I never gave her the chance to come to me, to want me. I gave her what I wanted to give and convinced myself that it was exactly what we both wanted and needed.
Our arrangement had been simple. We slept together if and when we wanted too. We were always best friends first and we were to raise Allie together with love. Four years into it did people assume we were married- yes. Did people assume I was Allies father- sure. Did I love every second of that- most definitely.
The problem is, real women don’t need you, they want you. Clara always needed me. I knew that. I liked it, hell I loved it. I thought it would be enough to keep her attached to me. It wasn’t. She put my heart in a blender and watched it spin around until it was a pureed mess. I’d love to blame her entirely, but when shit hit the fan and she told me she never asked for my love outside of our arrangement, she was right. She never did.
She was upfront, honest, clear with me from the start. I tried to change that subtly over time. To embed myself into her life so wholly that eventually she would want to submit to me entirely. My game got sloppy, I grew complacent. I used my dating life to try and piss her off and make her jealous. Sometimes depending on the woman, it worked. Mostly she held up her end of our deal and knew that we’d agreed to be able to date, therefore never bringing it up.
My weakness was that I let myself care too much. It was all a well played game between the two of us. A balancing act with no safety net. Games that never amounted to more than they were meant to, eventually played themselves out.
Clara is many things, but she’s not an asshole, contrary to what most think. She’s a straight shooter. Calls it like she sees it, a take action kinda gal. She loves fiercely and wholly. Even when she’s not in love with you. If she loves you, you get all of her for better or worse.
All things I love about her.
Clara makes mistakes and people view her actions as self-centered, but they don’t understand how she works. She’s not a selfish woman. She’s bold. Takes no prisoners. Driven. She gives back in so many ways.
People look at her and judge, they don’t see or maybe they choose to overlook all the things she does from the heart. Her friends, family and their and her personal well-being come first. Her two jobs follow next. She’s committed, blunt to a fault and owns her faults. It’s refreshing really. Her past was so much worse than even I knew, and I knew most of it, but when the parts I didn’t know came out- so much came to light, for me at least. But by then, it was too late for us. There was a gap so wide between us there was no bridging it.
She loves Allie fiercely. She’s wonderful mom. I admire that about her. Sure she’s made mistakes- we both have, but she’s never claimed she hasn't. When the school told her the chorus program was being cut, she volunteered to continue teaching the kids for free. Bloodlines thrives as a business because she puts her heart and soul into it. Even from a distance she's loyal to Marg and Amanda, staying in touch, talking often, putting in the effort to make sure they all stay connected. She’s thoughtful and kind and funny.
Dominic swooped in and threw us all off balance. I can’t say that had the situation been reversed I would have handled it any differently than she did. It was confusing. Where did we draw the line? How do you give up someone that's been an intimate part of your life without giving them up completely? How do you tell what’s right and wrong? How do we maintain our family still for Allie? When you never talk about the hard stuff together, how can you expect the other to just know what’s in your head? Bottom line, you can’t. It was a cluster fuck to say the least. We’ve found some semblance of peace. We’re just rearranged now. I’m supposed to accept that and move on. Supposed being the key word.
I just haven’t figured the moving on part out quite yet. The heart wants what it wants right? Or maybe the mind want what it wants for the heart. All of those scenarios are bullshit though. Clara went for the gold. She carved out the happiness she needed, wanted.
Now it’s my turn.
TARGET 84 (Bloodlines #4)
(Bentley's Story, Releasing Early 2015)
My first kill was at sixteen. One might think that’s young but I'd been trained for two years before I was allowed to execute a human target on my own. I won’t ever forget him. Jackson Manning was testifying in a human trafficking case and someone didn’t want him to be heard. I'd been sloppy and careless, but excited and if I'm honest, a little turned on too. I’d found myself rather curious staring at his unmoving body. I’d been scolded for my carelessness but it didn’t matter. I’d had a taste of the real thing and I thirsted for more. My desire, my obsession took on a new form that day. It wasn’t a goal I was working towards anymore, it was tangible now.
It is my life.
I am an assassin. I don't know my targets or why they're targeted. I am commissioned to kill without question and I am paid grandly for the service I provide. I get a text with a name and an address. I watch them. I wait. I become who I need to be. I seduce them if necessary to get close enough to execute.
I have a weird addiction to goat cheese and chocolate martinis, not together though. I adore my dog. He is the most awesome snuggledoo in the history of dogs.
I hate dirty dishes.
I like sarcasm and funny people.
I should probably be running right now... because of the goat cheese....and stuff.
I've been told I'm the mistress of Snark. I like that.