Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and the final book in the Kane Trilogy - Reparation! Enjoy a sneak peek into the book below and make sure to enter the giveaway! This week is the blog tour so be on the lookout for what the blogs have to say in addition to a little surprise at the end of the tour for fans of the series. All THREE books will be on SALE so grab it while you can!!!
The Devil has met his match
When Tatum O'Shea decides it's time for some payback, no one is safe from her new game - not even the devil himself. Tate is going to get her happily ever after, even if it means making everyone else unhappy in the process.
But a persistent Jameson, a meddling Sanders, and an amorous baseball player make it very hard for a girl to keep her focus, and suddenly it seems Tate has a few too many suitors for her fairy tale ending.
Sometimes, it's very difficult to tell who Prince Charming really is ...
WARNING: may induce Kindle throwing, screaming at fictional characters, and possibly a few tears. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.
What a finish!
I'm so lost...
When I received this last book in the Kane trilogy I was already having panic attacks just knowing this HOT, emotionally charged, up-and-down was coming to an end.
Stylo Fantome has, in my opinion, set the bar high. She had me hanging on every single word that fell out of Jameson Kane's mouth! Lord have mercy! The things these two psychopaths had to overcome just to realize what we all knew from the very beginning ... Tatum O'Shea had lost her soul to Satan a long time ago. She just never knew that he had lost his heart to her at the same time.
Absolutely brilliant connections between the characters . Who would have thought that Ang would be pulling for the devil to win? Or Ellie to find a little compassion for her sister? I know right???
Here's the thing. If you're expecting this to be one of those "everything is perfect, everything is beautiful" kind of books; the jokes on you! Author Stylo Fantome keeps it twisting and turning to the very end! (And. I .LOVED. it!) One of my favorite men in the whole entire story had to be Sanders, his pure heart and ability to love and care unconditionally was as "hot" and "sexy" as Jameson and Tate in the library! So thank you Stylo for nudging Sandy in the right direction.
I think maybe his shell is starting to crack! Trust me peeps you HAVE to read this one. (Heads up.... I think her next book is going to be even more additive!)
~Jennifer
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I received this copy of Reparation from the author for an honest review
I received an advance reader copy in exchange for an honest review. Honest is always what you will get from me: good, bad, or in-between.
If you haven’t read this series yet, be glad this is the
last book and you have the WHOLE series to read from start to finish, because
Stylo left us with a cliffy at the end of the first book, Degradation, that was HUGE, then again she left us with a medium-sized
one with the second book, Separation.
Thank goodness, she didn’t leave us waiting long for these books (THANK YOU,
STYLO!) but; they are worth waiting for and worth reading! So, read on
about this 5 star book and 5 star series!
Note: you can read our reviews of
the first two books at the links provided above.
At the end of book two, Separation,
Tatum had decided to get a little payback at her friend Angier, her
sister, Ellie, and non-boyfriend,
Jameson. But things don’t always go as planned. As mad as she is at
them, she is having a war within herself, knowing she isn’t that evil to carry
it out to completion. She also is having trouble reconciling what she is
feeling to what she is seeing from these people.
Thank goodness for Sanders and
his wisdom. I love that guy. As odd a character as he is, he is wise in so many
ways, yet, naïve in others. Those “others” are fun to watch and bring the comic
relieve to an otherwise dark book.
Now, don’t think it is all comedy and dark.
This book is also H-O-T too. Putting Jameson and Tatum together is quit
explosive, so be prepared for some very erotic, hot, yet sadomasochistic
scenes that will burn your kindle…and wet your knickers. ;)
Then add in another male friend that wants more than just
friendship from Tatum and an old girlfriend of Jameson’s and you have some
things thrown in the mix that cause some problems for them both, besides what
they cause themselves. So get your seatbelt on for one rollercoaster ride of
emotions. You might want to strap that kindle down too to keep from throwing it.
Just. Saying.
If you haven’t figured it out yet. Yes, I loved the book.
All three of them. They are worth reading. Believe me, once you start reading,
you won’t want to stop until you have devoured the whole series. *sigh* Now
where is that book for Sanders…*hint hint*
She showed Ang the sideboard where Jameson kept most of his every day things – a lot of cuff links, tie pins, watches, things of that nature. Everything plated in gold and diamond and platinum. While Ang guffawed over everything, Tate made her way over to the bed. Knelt on top of it and crawled towards Jameson's side.
“Holy fuck, Tate, this table holds more money than I'll ever see in my life. I don't know whether to be impressed, or disgusted,” Ang called out from behind her. She pulled a box out of Jameson's night stand and then turned back to Ang.
“Look at this,” she offered, knee walking back towards him. He met her at the edge of the bed and she opened the box.
“This is a Jacob and Co. watch.”
“It's awesome,” he said, taking the box into his hands and looking over the timepiece.
“It's worth over $300,000.”
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and dropped the box. It bounced on the mattress and rolled, the lid snapping shut. She laughed and picked it up, sat it on the pillows.
“I know, right? Who would spend that kind of money on a watch?” she asked.
“Why the fuck would you even let me touch that? That watch is worth more than I am,” he laughed as well, but he looked a little shaky.
“I think it's funny. All this stuff, it's silly,” she said, reaching out and playing with the button on the blazer he was wearing. He was taller than Jameson, but leaner. The blazer was pretty loose on him.
“It's fucking stupid. A watch!? Why? How often does he wear it?” Ang asked. Tate shrugged, unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it open.
“Not often. Once in Spain. You should see the shit he keeps in the safe,” she said, plucking at his shirt. He began absent mindedly batting at her hands while he glanced around the room.
“You're shitting me. Please tell me it's behind a huge portrait of like his dog or something,” he chuckled. She hooked her fingers inside his belt.
“No. It's in the closet,” she replied.
“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked, finally cluing into the fact that she was touching him. She smiled up at him. Ang liked to pretend he liked being poor, turned up his nose at rich people, but really, he was fascinated by it, and even better, distracted by it. It was one of the things that had attracted him to Tate, she knew. It was probably part of what drew him to her sister.
Bitch.
“What? I feel like I haven't touched you in a long time,” she said, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed the side of her face to his chest and he sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
“Are you really okay? You kinda scare me, sometimes,” he mumbled. She ignored the sadness in his voice and worked her hands up his back. He felt so different than Jameson.
“I'm okay, Ang. I'm happy here. Everything is great,” she whispered, massaging her fingers back down his back. He shivered under her touch.
“You can always come live with me,” he said softly. She laughed low in her throat and pulled away a little, running her hands up and down his sides.
“Do you think your girlfriend would appreciate that?” she asked, watching him from under hooded eyelids. He ran his hands under her hair, lifting it away from her shoulders and piling it all on the back of her head.
“I don't think she'd care, but more importantly, I don't care. You've been my best friend for a million years,” he replied. She smiled, running her teeth over her bottom lip while she pressed herself against him.
“Sometimes a little more than a friend,” her voice was soft. He laughed, scratching his fingers over her scalp.
“Most of the time. God, we used to have fun,” his voice fell into a murmur as his eyes wandered over her face.
Please, don't hate me after this. I have to get my soul back.
“Used to?” she asked, her voice soft as she ran her hands along his body.
“Tater tot, we haven't had fun since Satan came to town,” he chuckled, his hands moving to the back of her neck.
“Hmmm, he's not in town right now,” she reminded him. He narrowed his eyes.
“No, he's not, and I doubt he would appreciate me seducing his succubus in his lair,” he told her.
“I doubt he'd care. Besides, succubi are supposed to sleep with lots of people,” she pointed out.
“Succubi? Is that how you pluralize it?”
“Succubuses sounds weird.”
“Like a slutty bus.”
“Slutty buses.”
“Wait,” he stopped. “Did you just imply that you want to sleep with me?”
“Ang. If I laid it on any thicker, I'd be staked out on the mattress,” she said bluntly.
“I thought it was 'against the rules', or some bullshit,” he said, glancing around the room, like he was checking for hidden cameras, or waiting for Jameson to pounce out of the shadows and eat him.
“That was before; besides, since when have you cared about what upsets Jameson?” she evaded answering him.
“I don't. But I don't want to piss off Ellie, either. She's not exactly as free a thinker as you and I,” he laughed.
I'm counting on that.
“That's not fair. She wouldn't know you if it wasn't for me – she owes me a finders fee,” Tate mock pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. He pinched it between his thumb and finger.
“What's going on with you, babydoll? Satan not giving it to you good enough?” he laughed. She tilted her head down, drawing his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it. He hissed air through his teeth. She let him go and he dragged his thumb down her chin.
“How about you stop worrying about him for tonight. I know I have,” she said in a husky voice.
Like that would even be possible.
She knew she had him. The tempation to put something over on Jameson was too great for him. She knew Ang very well, knew how to get to him. They hadn't slept together in a long time – since August. They had quit cold turkey, and he hadn't had a say in the matter. In fact, he'd been pretty angry about it for a while. Here was his chance to strike back. Fuck Tate, in Jameson's bed. In Satan's home. Much too hard to resist. She closed her eyes as his head lowered towards hers.
Please, please don't hate me.
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Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she's not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she's scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books. 
