Tattoos Galore: What to Do with a Bad Boy + Shooting Scars Teasers/Excerpts

Hello everyone,
One word: tattoos.

I am going to be talking about two books today, What to Do with a Bad Boy by Marie Harte and Shooting Scars by Karina Halle. I'm not going to be reviewing them today (but I will at a later date). I'm just going to teasing you today and hopefully you keep both books at the back of your mind.

First up is What to Do with a Bad Boy.

Mike McCauley had his soul mate for a precious time before she died giving birth to their son. She left him with the best boy a guy could want, so why is everyone playing matchmaker? He's sick of it . . . until he meets Delilah Webster.

For some reason, the foul-mouthed, tattooed mechanic sets his motor running. He sees the loving woman buried within. But the closer they get, the more the pain of past wounds throws a monkey wrench into a future he's not sure he can handle...

What to Do with a Bad Boy is the fourth book in Marie Harte's McCauley Brothers series. I have not read any of the other books in the series but this book can be read as a standalone. When was offered to review this book, I jumped at the chance. I loved the sound of What to Do with a Bad Boy--I'm a sucker for the opposites attract romantic trope.

I am so glad I didn't let this book pass me by because I'm currently reading it right now and it is GOOD. I love Del and Mike and reading about the other couples from the previous books (especially Vanessa and Cam) really makes me want to read their book--the first three books have really good ratings on Goodreads. And the smexy scenes are stee-eamy **fans self**

Anyway, I'm going to be posting my review next week for now, here ya go...

Teaser #7

Mike refused to feel nervous. He was simply thanking Del—with pizza—for making his life bearable with the boy. Colin hadn’t stopped talking about newts, pythons, or Del since Mike had picked him up from his grandma’s half an hour ago. What surprised him, though, was the fact that his mother hadn’t seemed disapproving or made any comments about Del’s presence at the field trip, or that Del had been invited to dinner.

“So Grandma said nothing when you told her Del was coming over?”

“Nope.” Colin bounced on the couch. “When’s the pizza coming, Dad? I’m hungry. I held a snake today.”

“So you told me. Fifteen times.”

“I held a snake today. Sixteen.” Colin snickered then jumped from the couch and ran to his room to get his snake-like alien action figures. He returned, making shooting and hissing noises as they toppled over one another under his nimble fingers.

Mike continued to spruce up the house, not that it needed too much help. He’d done a major cleaning last night. Now he only had to clean himself. Man, talk about ripe.

“Keep an eye out for Del while I take a quick shower.”

“Okay.” Colin turned on the television and the dreaded Cartoon Network appeared. “And, Dad?”

“Yeah?” Mike ripped off his shirt and toed off his boots. The things were coming apart at the seams, but they were his favorite. He hated to part with them.

“Wear something nice.”
To read the other What to Do with a Bad Boy teasers visit the other blogs.

For more info about What to Do with a Bad Boy or to chat with Marie Harte, stop by her website, Facebook and Twitter.

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The next book to add to your wish list is Shooting Scars.

A Dangerous Kind of Love . . .

When Ellie Watt offered herself to her thuggish former lover Javier to save Camden's life, she never imagined the twisted game Javier had planned for her. Trapped by him and his entourage of killers, Ellie is forced to commit a dangerous, heinous crime-or Javier will kill Camden. Now ex-con artist Ellie must find a way to stay ahead of the game . . . before it destroys her and the only man she ever loved.

Camden McQueen can't forget Ellie Watt. Seeking revenge and pursued by the authorities for a crime he didn't commit, the talented tattoo artist does things he never thought himself capable of to save Ellie. As Camden straddles the line between love and retribution, he vows to do everything in his power to get her back. But if Camden unleashes his dark side, will Ellie still love him?
Shooting Scars is the second book in Karina Halle's Artists trilogy. I read and reviewed book one Sins and Needles (my review) and I really enjoyed it. It's not your typical romance novel. It's dark and gritty with an edge to it and we don't get a HEA in Sins and Needles.  More like a cliffhanger, so, I am very excited to see what's going to happen in Shooting Scars.

The Artists trilogy was originally published as e-books-only but now it's being published in paperback. If you missed it the first time around because you're not much of an e-reader like me, you can now pick it up in paperback.

I'll also post my review of Shooting Scars next week. For now, here's a teaser.

I hadn’t had a panic attack in weeks so it snuck up on me, like a hand reached around from behind me and began squeezing my lungs until there was no breath left. I started gasping for air, my hand at my throat, trying to take nothing in. Tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks in dirty rivulets and my body began to shake.

“Jesus Christ,” Javier swore, nearly taking the car off the road. “Ellie, Ellie. What’s happening?”

I gulped and gasped unable to stop from crying, panic seizing me all over from my shoulders to my feet and I thrashed back and forth in order to get free.

Next thing I knew, he’d pulled the car down a private dirt road that ran between two orchards and he was undoing my seatbelt. He came around to my side and took me in his arms and away from the car. We disappeared into the orchards, the smell of orange blossoms in the air.

He put me down, propped up against a tree and smoothed the hair off of my face. His sunglasses and baseball cap were gone, his hair mussed, his worried eyes searching me.

“Hey, Ellie,” he said gently, running his hand down the side of my face and feeling the pulse under my jaw. “It’s okay, it’s all going to be okay.”

I shook my head, feeling disgusting and messy and lost. I sobbed. “It’s not going to be okay. I can’t do this, I can’t do this.”

He cupped my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. “You can. And you will. You are strong. You are very strong. Right here.” He lay his hand in the middle of my chest. “You will do this and you will succeed.”

I finally found my breath again, the fresh air flowing down the sun-streaked orchard coming into my lungs. “I will fail.”

“You won’t.”

I sniffed. “I don’t even want this,” I admitted.

He cocked his head and let go of my face. “Then why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re making me!” I cried out. “You’re forcing me to!”

His head jerked back. “I am doing no such thing.”

“You are! You’ll kill my Camden if I don’t.”

I didn’t see the outburst coming. Suddenly Javier was in my face, his skin turning red, his eyes narrowing into viper-like slits, all yellow and full of hate.

“He is not your Camden!” he screamed. I closed my eyes.

“He isn’t here with you now,” he went on, words harsh and short, like bullets. “I am here with you."

“I know!” I screamed back. “And I hate it! I hate it! I hate you!”

Then before I knew what was happening, I had wound up my hand and slapped him hard across his face. The sound ricocheted down the groves.

I waited, surprised at myself, breathing hard. I watched as his face contorted in the same type of shock. And then something odd flashed across his brow. Something like betrayal. I knew betrayal all too well. I knew it had been on my own face when I found out what Uncle Jim was planning to do.

My dead uncle.

I slapped him again, harder this time, my palm stinging like I was being stabbed with a million tiny knives. “That was for my uncle!” I cried. “You killed him.”

Now I wound up for a punch and decked Javier right in the side of the head. “You killed him,” I repeated, tears streaming down my cheeks again. “You keep taking everyone I love away!”

The whole time, Javier just stayed there. Not ducking my hits, not getting out of the way. He just let me, watching me with that same look upon his face.

“Well, come on!” I screamed. “Hit me back. You know you want to!”

I got up into a crouch and decked him in the head again, my knuckles exploding in pain. “Come on!” I pushed my hands into his shoulders and tried to throw him to the ground. He fell easily, and I threw myself on top of him, throwing punch after punch after punch until he finally reached up and grabbed my wrists with both his hands.

“I’m not going to hit you,” he said, gazing deeply at me with wild eyes, his lip bleeding. “You can hit me all you want but if you’re doing it so I can hit you back, it won’t work. You’ll just break every part of me.”

“I want to break every part of you!” I exclaimed but gave up and collapsed on him. “I want you to break,” I whispered, my head on his chest, my eyes focused absently on an orange tree.

“You have,” he said softly, his hand stroking the back of my head. “I told you that you broke me when you left. And you did. I’m not lying to you.”

“You always lie.”

“No. Not now.” His voice dropped a register.

I raised my head to look at him. He brought his hands on both sides of my cheeks and held me there, his eyes searching me for something.

“Angel,” he said through a breath.

He pulled my face to his, my lips meeting his, slowly. Just a taste of blood and tears. Lips and tongue. The sensation pulled me under, the heat that spread from him and through me, the memories mixing with the smell of orange blossoms. All the pain disappeared as our kiss deepened, all the worry, all the danger melted like my lips and his did together.

It was wrong. So wrong. And I didn’t care. Like I had so many times before, I was willingly bad.

There's a giveaway going on for Shooting Scars to celebrate the paperback release. You can win 1 of 15 copies by entering here. For more info about Shooting Scars and chat with Karina Halle, visit her website, Facebook or Twitter.

Let me know if you already read one or both of the books and tell what you thought of them.

Happy reading,
Michelle

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