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Friday, February 13, 2015

**RDL** Completion ~ The Kane Trilogy ~ Stylo Fantome ~ Jennifer's Review ~

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Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and her new novella - Completion. 

Completion is the final novella in The Kane Trilogy where we finally see The Devil gets his dues. 

For those who have not read this series, this is a MUST READ! 

Fun, sexy and unforgettable! 

Make sure to enter the giveaway below.
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The Devil gets his dues

What happens when Satan in the flesh meets Lillith in real life?

Some name calling, a lot of fighting, and even more loving.

For two years, Jameson Kane and Tatum O'Shea have made their relationship work. It might not work for anyone else on the planet, but it's perfect for them. Their own personal fairy tale.

But can Jameson give Tatum a true “happily ever after”? He's not sure.

Where would the devil go to buy a throne, anyway?

WARNING: contains little plot, a lot of sex, and was written for the author's own personal enjoyment. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.
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I received a copy of Completion in exchange for an honest review.

COMPLETION - By definition is the act or process of finishing something ...
(Or in this case someone)

So you already know how much I adore Stylo Fantome. This author has claimed a spot on my bookshelf, a place reserved only for my ultimate favorite writers. She is now in the company of authors like J.R.Ward, Nicole Edwards,  Sawyer Bennett, Sherrilyn Kenyon.... you get the picture true?

Well as promised Satan did not disappoint. This one was hot as hell.
I was impressed with the flow of emotion that erupted from our two "love birds "
The previous books were a whirl wind of ups and downs so it was really nice (if we can call Jameson and Tatum's relationship NICE) to see the heart and soul of the devil himself! 

You know we all want what Tate has found.... A. MAN. and not just someone you share a bed with but someone who loves you for all of your imperfections. Your baggage. crazy family and all...

Jameson may not have been able to voice his emotions for shit but let me tell you he sure knows how to show them! The flashbacks of his past meetings with Miss O'Shay were brilliant! I'm not giving any spoilers but wow!

This triogy ended just like we would have imagined. In the only way we would have expected .... thank you Stylo! (Love ya) nothing but perfection! Just like Jameson! 

I wouldn't be much of a fan girl if I didn't say I want more Sandy!
Hopefully some day he'll find his own story???

Five stars from me *****
Ich liebte es !!!!! (That's I LOVED IT in German) 

~J
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The Brazilian made sexy eyes at Ang for a while, but it was obvious that Jameson was her ultimate goal. As they all took their sides of the tennis court, Tate glared as the other woman flirted and touched Jameson. Leaned against him. Breathed on him. 

 “What are we doing here?” Ang asked in a low voice. 

 “That chicks wants to fuck Jameson. He's trying to pawn her off on you. Be sexy,” Tate advised him. “Bitch, I was born sexy.” 

 Tate had to agree. Ang was wearing a pair of old fashioned looking Ray Bans, and his hair was cropped extremely short on the sides, but long and wild on top. There was a touch of James Dean about him; something 1950's. His bad boy smile was firmly in place, and though Isadora was focusing on Jameson, she threw a couple flirty glances Ang's way. 

 “Well, sexy it up some more, get her attention. I don't want to spend the rest of the day trying to talk Jameson out of an orgy,” Tate hissed. 

 “We could end up in an orgy!?” 

 “Angier, don't make me serve the ball into the back of your head.” 

 Tate was rusty, tennis had never really been her sport. She could knock the ball back and forth, but she wasn't great. Ang couldn't play for shit, it was comical watching him lope up and down the court. They both laughed a lot, collapsing into giggle fits enough times to earn a snap from Jameson. Isadora played the game beautifully and elegantly, like Tate knew she would, and of course Jameson was good at it. If there was something Jameson wasn't good at, he simply didn't do it, so Tate had figured he'd do well at tennis. 

Together with the Brazilian bombshell, they dominated the game. Tate couldn't quite figure out why they didn't switch, place a bad player with a good player, to at least even the odds. But it quickly became apparent that Isadora didn't want to even the odds. She cooed in Jameson's ear, wiggled her ass in his face. Tate spent half the game making puking faces at him, which just earned her wolf grins and him feeding into the flirtation. 

 “I don't think she's interested in my sexy,” Ang informed Tate, looking over his glasses as Isadora bent straight at the waist, keeping her knees locked while she tied her shoelaces. Jameson stood directly behind her, waving his racket at them. Tate gave him the finger. 

 “Yeah, we're not here to play tennis. She invited us here so she could become fuck buddies,” Tate grumbled. 

 “Wouldn't be all bad. She's kinda hot,” Ang pointed out. 

Tate snorted. “I didn't come all the way to Hong Kong to have an orgy with Jameson's ex girlfiend.” 

 “Does this kind of thing happen a lot?” 

 “Yes. We went to the Met gala last fall, and god, what a nightmare. There was this model, some young blonde thing that Jameson had slept with like a million years ago. Followed him around all night. I don't want to go through that again,” Tate told him. 

 “What are you going to do about it?” Ang asked. “Whore you out.” 

 Before he could argue, Tate jogged up to the net, scooping up the ball as she went. 

 “Oh, thank you, Tatum,” Isadora gushed in her syrupy accent, running up to the net as well. 

 “No problem. Say, Ang has never been to Hong Kong before, you should totally show him around after this,” Tate blurted out, not even trying to be subtle. 

 “Really? I was hoping to catch up with Kane a little more. So little chance to talk during the game. I would be very glad to keep him company while you show Angier the sites,” Isadora offered. 

  Hmmm, I'm not the only one lacks subtlety. 

 “See, I kind of had plans with Jameson,” Tate lied. There weren't any set plans, but she figured she didn't need them. He was her boyfriend. If she said he was busy, then he was goddamn busy. 

 “Yes, of course! The party!” Isadora exclaimed. Tate blinked in surprise. 

 “What?” 

 “The party! Kane told me all about it, thank you so much for inviting me!” 

 “Are we gonna play, or fucking chit chat all day?” Jameson yelled from the back line. Tate stepped to the side. 

 “Your lovely partner was just telling me all about our party!” Tate shouted back, shielding her eyes with her hand. His own eyes were hidden by the bill of his hat, but the set of his jaw was ominous. He wasn't happy. 

“My partner should learn to keep her mouth shut. Let's finish this game,” he called back. 

 “Oh, I'll finish this game, alright,” Tate grumbled, stomping away. 

 “Something up?” Ang asked, walking up close to her. Tate leaned into him, pressing her face against his chest and letting out a mock scream. 

 “What the fuck is going on?” Tate breathed, turning her head to the side and resting all her weight against him. 

“First dinner with my parents. Then fucked up tennis. Now a party? Jameson hates parties, he hates physical activity that isn't sex, and he hates my parents.” 

 “Maybe he's trying to turn over a new leaf,” Ang suggested, but she could feel him trying not to laugh. 

“When you're done dry humping, some of us would like to keep playing!” 

 Tate glared as Jameson's voice carried across the court. Oh, so he could let some hoochie Brazilian rub her ass all over his crotch, but Tate couldn't hug Ang!? Oh, it was on. It was soooooo on. 

 “Ang, could you do me a favor?” Tate started, running her hands up and down his sides. 
 “Hmmm?” 

“Just go with anything I do.” 

 “Huh?” 

Tate ignored him and peeled her top off. She wasn't being scandalous, she was wearing a sports bra. – 

There were plenty of women running around the courts wearing the same thing. No, that wasn't enough to get the reaction she wanted. But turning around and pressing her back to Ang's front and doing a toe touch stretch, she was pretty positive that would inspire a response. 

 “Does he look mad?” Tate asked, not even trying to hide her smile as she pretended to stretch from one leg to the other. 
 “Murderous. Are we trying to piss him off?” Ang questioned. 

 “Just having some fun, messing with him. He made me sweat with all his flirting, now it's his turn,” Tate laughed. 

“Then let's make it count.” Ang smacked her on the ass, hard enough to cause her to fall forward and place her hands flat on the ground. 

“I'm not fucking around, Tate. You have two seconds to knock it the fuck off!” Jameson yelled. 

 “Ooohhh, feels like a challenge to me! Game!?” she yelled back, slowly standing up and stretching her arms above her head. 

“Don't push me. You won't win.” 

 “Pffft, I always win.” 

 Tate spun around, facing Ang as she stretched her arms back, forcing her chest out. Ang didn't even hide the fact that he was staring at her tits. 

 “I'm not really sure what kind of game you're playing, but I gotta be honest, I like it,” he joked. 

Tate snorted and lowered her arms, coiling them around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips. 

 “Does he look mad?” she asked. Ang glanced behind her. 

 “Hard to tell. He always looks mad,” he pointed out, walking backwards and forcing her to follow. 

 “If he's standing still, he's not mad,” Tate explained. 

 “Oh, then he's definitely mad.” 

 “Is he moving?” 

 “He's right behind you.” Completion Teaser1 Completion Teaser2 Completion Teaser3   Playlist
 
Stylo FantomeCrazy 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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Friday, December 12, 2014

**RDB, REVIEWS, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY** ~ REPARATION ~ THE KANE TRILOGY #3 ~ STYLO FANTOME ~

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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!!!
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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 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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Stylo FantomeCrazy 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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Book 3 - Reparation - AMAZON US | AMAZON UK
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Thursday, November 27, 2014

**CR** REPARATION~FINAL BOOK~THE KANE TRILOGY

We are so pleased to reveal the cover for Reparation, the final book in The Kane Trilogy releasing on December 8th. Has the Devil met his match? Check out the giveaway below. Good luck!!!
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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.
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Jameson watched the Bentley pull up the driveway. Sanders got out of it, alone. They hadn't spoken the entire time. Jameson hadn't called – if he had, he probably would've lost his shit. And he didn't want to do that. Sanders probably hadn't called for the very same reason. “Nice little vacation you had there,” Jameson commented, taking in Sanders' rumpled suit. “I wouldn't say that,” the younger man replied, heading into the house and straight into the kitchen. Jameson followed him. “I almost thought you had left with her,” he voiced his fear. Sanders stopped in front of a cupboard. “I would never do that. I simply tried to reason with her,” he said. “Oh really. And how did that go?” Jameson snorted. Sanders snorted as well and pulled open the cupboard. “Not well. She is severely unbalanced.” Jameson was a little shocked as he watched Sanders pull a bottle Jack Daniel's out of the cupboard. He walked up next to him, watched as Sanders got a tumbler out of another cupboard and then poured about three-fingers worth of the amber liquid into the glass. “She's also a bad influence. What are you doing?” Jameson demanded. Sanders handed the glass to him. “This is for you,” he replied. Jameson took the glass. “Oh god, why?” he groaned, then knocked back the liquid. “She offered to sleep with me.” Jameson started choking on the whiskey. Sanders pounded on his back, but Jameson waved him away. Stumbled over to the sink and turned on the faucet, stuck his mouth underneath it. He must have heard wrong. He couldn't believe it. “I'm sorry,” he gasped for air, leaning against the counter. “You'll have to repeat that. What happened?” “Sex. She offered to have sex with me.” “I see. Did you take her up on this offer?” Pause. Oh my god. I have to kill Sanders. How am I going to do this? That stupid bitch ...
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Stylo Fantome










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.



Book 1 - Degradation - AMAZON | B&N
Book 2 - Separation - AMAZON | B&N
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