Today on my blog I have the Distortion Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, guest post, review, and giveaway. So let's get started and meet the author Deena:
It was the mystique of
’s history and landscape that called
to Deena and catapulted her career as an author. When she’s not writing urban
fantasy and paranormal romance novels in the wee, small hours of the morning or
in the deep, dark of night, Deena teaches language arts to middle school
students. She currently lives in Gilbert with her husband and two children, but
will always tug at her heartstrings. She loves connecting with her fans, so
find her at deenaremiel.com. New Jersey
James White has it all, looks, brains, and a charming personality. But in his romance cover model’s world, those blessings have become a curse. A colleague has blurred the line between life in front of the camera and reality; distorting the truth, and turning a friendship into a dangerous obsession.
Hope Evans had a dream job, working with sexy, hot photographs; turning authors’ dreams into award-winning covers. When unexpectedly laid off, she must find her namesake in life … some kind of hope for her future. Can a birthday wish give her what she truly desires? They say be careful what you wish for.
A hero on thousands of romance covers; can he be one for real, when lives are on the line?
Midnight in LA was like rush hour in LA. It took them twice as long to get back to his place as it should have due to a couple of accidents off to the side of the road. Brake lights and headlights lit up the freeway like a lava flow. Hope had fallen asleep soon after Jamie put her in the car. He replayed everything that had happened since his photo shoot went bust with Brittany and his ire reignited. He didn’t know what he’d do if she tried to contact him again. She’s good, the psychotic bitch, always making it seem as though I’m the bad guy on the phone and she’s only trying to make things right again. At last, he pulled up the driveway and into the garage. He turned off the car and closed the garage door. Time to forget about her and concentrate on the extraordinary woman next to you, bud.
“Hope, babe, we’re here.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on her cheek. She stirred, turned toward him, and smiled drowsily.
“Oh, good, ’cause I’m in desperate need of a comfy bed and you, mister. What are the chances of me getting those at this time of night?”
He put his forehead against hers and whispered, “I think your chances are pretty damned good. In fact, I’d say it is a sure bet. Place your chips, baby.”
Her throaty laugh sent waves of heat through his body straight to all points south. The nighttime air had caused her voice to deepen and rasp, and sound sexy as hell. “I’ll place my chips, honey. Just show me where.”
“Right here, sweetheart, right here.” He pointed to the bulge in his pants. They burst into laughter that sent tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Oh, my God! That’s the cheesiest line ever.” She shook her head.
“I know! I can’t believe I just said that!” He turned serious and looked at her sparkling eyes for a moment, needing to touch her. He reached out a tentative hand to gently tuck away a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Let’s get out of here and into that comfy bed you requested.”
“Yes, let’s.” Her eyes spoke the rest of her desires.
He brought her straight to his bedroom on the second floor, a master suite, complete with loveseat and sofa by a fireplace at the far end. She marveled at the moonlight casting a soft glow through the amber stained glass windows, illuminating a king-sized bed loaded with pillows of all shapes and sizes. He pushed them aside and lowered her gently to the plush bed coverings, joining her just as she’d been anticipating since before dinner. They stayed locked in a desperate embrace for a while, before he released her. He rose above her like a canopy, his powerful arms and legs forming posts on either side of her. She couldn’t resist, wouldn’t resist the urge to release his hair from its bindings, and raked her fingers through to release their waves. His eyes, golden with desire, seemed to search for refuge in hers.
“I could lose myself in your eyes.”
She parted her lips but found no words to adequately respond. She batted her lashes and turned away, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. He moved his head and captured her gaze once again. “No, don’t look away. Look at me. Let me find lost in you.” He’d spoken so softly, so openly and raw. She smiled gently at his play on words, loving the intimacy, the perfection, of the moment.
She raised herself up to but a hair’s breadth away from his face. “Kiss me, Jamie, and we’ll find lost together.”
First, I’d like to thank you for promoting my humble story. Hope and I have definitely been through a lot together, so it’s great to see our lives honored in such a way. So I heard that you’re interested in knowing about when Hope and I first met and how I felt when I first saw her.
That’s probably the easiest question to answer. I fell hard and fast in love with the woman! Being in the modeling business, it’s only natural that I noticed her looks first. Hope is ALL woman! She has curves in all the right places and meat on her bones, which I love, considering the fact that most of the models that work with me are skin and bones. I’m a sucker for long, golden curls, and she wears them so well. I have to hold myself back from burying my face in her hair whenever we’re lying on the couch. Her lips, even while she was unconscious, begged to be kissed. But I remained a good boy scout and didn’t do anything inappropriate when she landed at my doorstep.
Hope’s personality was the second thing that drew me to her immediately. She’s so funny and down to earth. I can be myself with her and know she sees me just for me… a guy named Jamie. She doesn’t get all caught up in the cover model persona since she’s in the same business as me, sort of. I’ve come to learn that she’s also strong when I’m not and I’m strong for her when she can’t be.
So, now you know how I feel about my girl. I’ve never felt this way about another woman, and I never will. Hope is my everything… my blood, my breath, my heart, my soul.
I always wanted more when this was called Picture Perfect and with Distortion I wasn’t disappointed. Deena defiantly knows how to weave a story and capture the readers with her characters.
This book has everything that Picture Perfect did but with so much more. It’s longer and filled with more suspense and just plain sexiness. Not to mention the roller coaster of emotions that Deena is so good at bringing out of the readers and of course finishing another one of her books all in one sitting. By the time I finished reading this book I was in tears from everything that James and Hope went through but if you want to know if they get their happy ending you got to read the book to find out.
If you have ever read one of Deena’s books than you know she has theme of good vs. evil and she will have you turning the pages trying to find out if good conquers evil or if this time evil wins. Distortion will have your head spinning and gasping for air. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
Thank you for stopping by my blog today for the Distortion Blog Tour. I would also like to say Thank You to Deena for letting me review your book and for letting me participate in this tour. Make sure you check out Deena's Blog for the other fun stops on this tour. Also don't forget to enter the giveaway below.