Blog Tour: No Love Allowed (Untitled #1) by Kate Evangelista

No Love Allowed (Untitled #1)
by Kate Evangelista
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: April 19th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

Synopsis:

It’s all fun and parties until someone falls in love in this modern fairy tale from author Kate Evangelista.

Caleb desperately needs a fake girlfriend. Either he attends a series of parties for his father’s law firm with a pretty girl on his arm, or he gets shipped off to Yale to start a future he’s not ready for and isn’t sure he wants. And sadly, the last unattached girl in his social circle has just made the grievous mistake of falling in love with him. Fortunately, Didi, recently fired waitress and aspiring painter, is open to new experiences. As the summer ticks by in a whirl of lavish parties, there’s only one rule: They must not fall in love!

by Kate Evangelista

When I’m writing, I see the characters as they are in my head. I know what they look like. I know what they sound like. It doesn’t really hit me to pick actors and actresses to play them until after the book is done. 

I first fell in love with Dominic Sherwood in Taylor Swift’s Style video. But, at the time, I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t even equate him to Caleb until one of my editors pointed him out as a possible peg. Since then I couldn’t get him out of my head. Especially now that he’s killing it as Jace in the Showdowhunters series. He can definitely play the moody, broody rich boy from Dodge Cove. 

With Didi, I think Hailee Steinfeld would embody her beautifully. She has this innocence that will show well when Didi enters Caleb’s world for the first time. Yet she also has a spunkiness and pluck that would bring Didi to life. I can already see her with paintbrushes in her hair and in Didi’s painting overalls. 

For the fabulous Nathan, I see Nicholas Hoult playing him. Besides those piercing eyes, I believe Nicholas has the acting chops to play a character this flamboyant yet stay authentic to who Nathan is. I absolutely loved him in Warm Bodies. And he seems like a great counterpoint to Dominic Sherwood’s more serious demeanor. 

Our swimming god Preston must be played by Liam Hemsworth. I mean he already has the body for it. Come on, the guy surfs during his free time. He can definitely fit into the shoes of someone training to be an Olympian. Plus watching him on screen being all silent and mysterious is a total delight. And I just want to be a degree closer to Thor. Just putting it out there.

I see Cara Delevingne playing a beautiful Natasha. She and Nicholas Hoult already share the eyebrows and the eye color so they can definitely play twins. At the same time, I have a HUGE girl crush on Cara. She embodies a powerful, sexy woman who isn’t afraid to show her vulnerable side. She would make a great debutant.

For Jackson, who isn’t seen in No Love Allowed but is mentioned, I see William Moseley playing him. If you’re a fan of the Chronicles of Narnia, you already know who he is. Seeing him as a rebellious EDM DJ? Come on! That is totally hot. And he would look so good on screen with Cara. All I can hope for is they have chemistry. 

I hope they all have chemistry because this adaptation needs to happen. We need to see these characters come to life on the silver screen. Let’s put the thought out into the universe and see what happens.

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When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is a graduate of De La Salle University – Manila with an Bachelor of Arts in Literature. She taught high school English for three years and was an essay consultant for two. Currently she writes full time and is based in the Philippines. To learn more about Kate, please visit her website at www.kateevangelista.com or follow her on Twitter @KateEvangelista

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Blog Tour: No One's Surrender (Chadwell Hearts #3) by Kelly Walker

No One's Surrender (Chadwell Hearts #3)

by Kelly Walker

Release Date: December 29, 2014

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

Chelsea Arnold is not a Chadwell, as her mother incessantly reminds her. 

And if she doesn’t learn to play the game, she’ll never see a dime of her new step-daddy’s money. So Chelsea puts on the act and dutifully follows the Chadwell family rules: everyone has to work in the family bar to learn life lessons. Little do they know, she already knows the biggest lesson of all: the best thing to be is underestimated. Then they’ll never see you coming. And in a few more weeks when she’s tucked enough cash away, she’ll be out of here, leaving her new family and her washed-up mother behind, because all Chelsea wants is freedom. Inheritance be damned.

But when her step-father learns he has a son he never knew about, it throws her plan off the tracks. While another son and an ex-wife sharing her husband’s affections are too much for Chelsea’s mother to handle and she heads for the hills, the rough around the edges Warren “Ware” Chadwell is enough to tempt Chelsea to stay. Despite the fact that all he has to offer is everything she’s determined to shy away from, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks knows how to push her buttons in all the right ways, no matter how wrong it is.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to break the tenderness of the moment, or I was going to forget myself. I mean really, could she be any more adorable? Somehow tonight has deviated from plan. I was thinking about one thing and one thing only when I followed her up those rickety ass steps. Sex. Hot, scorching, bad memory banishing sex.

And then she went all sweet, shy and sympathetic on me, actually worried about my lip. As if her nerves weren’t endearing enough, man… I don’t remember the last time someone looked at me with such care. It’s usually me doing the taking care of, and I definitely don’t like to be babied. I could have bent her over the counter right then and been done with all of this, but the uncertainty in her eyes snapped a leash around my neck, and suddenly instead of thinking of how fast could I bury myself in her, all I could see was a need to put her at ease.

Mission accomplished.

Now back to the regularly scheduled program. This commercial break has been brought to you by the letter B for bring on the booty call. I’ve got her thrown over my shoulder, caveman style, and I’m ready to get this show on the road. Following her directions, I open the second door on the left, finding a chalk gray bedroom. Chelsea squeals as I toss her from my shoulder into the center of the bed, then step back to admire the view. “Don’t move,” I demand.

Defiance flashes in her eyes. “And if I do?” She lifts herself up on her elbows.

I shrug as if it doesn’t matter. “Your loss.”

I can tell this throws her. She doesn’t have a quick remark ready. I both love and hate that smart mouth of hers. I wrench my t-shirt over my head and toss it to the side, trying not to wince as my shoulder protests, another by-product of the fight downstairs. Chelsea’s eyes gleam and she flicks her warm tongue over her lips as she drinks in the sight of my bare chest with a thirsty gaze. I don’t work out—I don’t have time—but hard work has it’s benefits. My grandparents have a small farm, and when I’m not there working the fields and the stock, I’m at my cousin’s auto shop downtown fixing cars. Neither are anything fancy, but they pay the bills, and keep me honest.

Now shirtless, I step to the bed and place each of my hands on one of Chelsea’s thighs, deftly spreading then. Her lips form a little O but she doesn’t speak. I get the impression she’s not used to having anyone take control with her, and that only excites me more. I know I don’t have much to offer a girl, just myself, so I’ve got to be good at it. If she’ll let me, I intend to rock her world and give her a night to remember, even if it’s only one. There wasn’t much free entertainment in my little town—just drinking and fucking—and as a result I’ve perfected both.

Her hands grip my shoulders for a brief moment, but I’m not having it. Pinning her body with my hips, her legs wide open beneath me, I wrap my hands around her wrists and press them to the bed above her head, resting my weight on my elbows so I don’t hurt her. “Do you trust me?”

“Fuck no. I don’t know you.”

Fair enough. She’s so much smarter than most women. “Do you trust that I can make you feel good?”

She huffs out a charged breath, then nods, her eyes wide with both wariness and wanting.

“Then let me. Let me control your pleasure and I promise you won’t regret it. For just tonight, put yourself entirely in my hands. Let me give you what you were craving when you invited me up here.”

It’s blatantly obvious the moment she accepts my proposition. The tension leaves her body and she melts beneath me. The heat between my dick and her core is already searing, and we’re both still clothed. Her legs spread more, inviting me in, surrendering.

Kelly Walker is a YA and NA author of several romantic titles, including the Souls of the Stones series. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their Virginia home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.

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Cover Reveal: No One's Surrender (Chadwell Hearts #3) by Kelly Walker

No One's Surrender (Chadwell Hearts #3)

by Kelly Walker

Release Date: December 29, 2014

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

Chelsea Arnold is not a Chadwell, as her mother incessantly reminds her. 

And if she doesn’t learn to play the game, she’ll never see a dime of her new step-daddy’s money. So Chelsea puts on the act and dutifully follows the Chadwell family rules: everyone has to work in the family bar to learn life lessons. Little do they know, she already knows the biggest lesson of all: the best thing to be is underestimated. Then they’ll never see you coming. And in a few more weeks when she’s tucked enough cash away, she’ll be out of here, leaving her new family and her washed-up mother behind, because all Chelsea wants is freedom. Inheritance be damned.

But when her step-father learns he has a son he never knew about, it throws her plan off the tracks. While another son and an ex-wife sharing her husband’s affections are too much for Chelsea’s mother to handle and she heads for the hills, the rough around the edges Warren “Ware” Chadwell is enough to tempt Chelsea to stay. Despite the fact that all he has to offer is everything she’s determined to shy away from, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks knows how to push her buttons in all the right ways, no matter how wrong it is.

Ware’s voice is low and quiet, like he’s trying not to wake me if I’ve already fall asleep. “Chelsea? Can I come in?”

I hold my breath, trying to contain the sobs wracking my shoulders, hoping he’ll think I’m sleeping.

“I can hear you crying, so I know you’re not asleep.”

Fuck.

Footsteps tap softly toward the bed.

“I didn’t say you could come in.” I sniffle miserably.

The edge of the bed dips beneath Ware’s weight and his hand cups my shoulder. “You spend so much time taking care of everyone else, but who holds you when it’s your turn to fall down?”

“I’m more than capable of picking myself up.” My voice wobbles, undermining my words.

“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean that sometimes you don’t just want someone to take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say so quietly it can hardly even be called a whisper. Before I even realize I’ve spoken out loud, Ware has scooped me up and he’s sliding beneath me, crushing me against his chest. I want to resist, because to say I’m conflicted about where he fits into everything would be a ginormous understatement. I’m still not sure if he’s the enemy, or a potential ally, but his warmth burns away my barriers, and the tears flow more freely. I go from steady tears and soft sobs to ugly crying without any preamble. My dam has broken and the raw emotion surges through.

I’m vaguely aware of Ware stroking my hair while his other arm around my waist keeps me glued to him. He hums softly, something soothing and serene, that sounds vaguely familiar. As he hums, he keeps stroking my hair and my body begins melting into him. Before I can ask him what he’s humming, he begins to softly sing and my heart stops. His voice is hauntingly beautiful, and I’m afraid to even breathe, afraid he’ll stop. It takes me a moment to place the song, but I think it’s Lullabye by Shaun Mullins. It’s haunting and sad and soulful all at once, sending a shiver up my spine from the chilling beauty of it.

His hand freezes and he pauses mid song. “Sorry, are you cold?” He tugs at the blanket, trying to pull it from underneath us.

“No. Not cold,” I say, lifting my head to peer up at him.

“Appalled by my singing then?” I know he knows differently by the way the corner of his lip quirks up as he teases me.

“That’s probably it.” More like amazed, or enraptured. I hear live artists singing at the bar downstairs almost every weekend, but it is never like hearing Ware sing. He wasn’t performing, or putting on a show. It was more like he was just letting his emotions come out through his voice, saying more than his words ever could. I feel safe, and cherished, and content. It makes no sense, but I’ve got no desire to question it tonight.

He gives me a knowing smile and I drop my head back against his chest. “Thanks,” I mumble against him.

“Don’t mention it. Sometimes we just need the connection of touching another human being. I think it’s ingrained in us from birth, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say softly.

“I should probably head out to the couch though.” His voice is heavy with regret, and I wonder what’s going through his head. Does he regret comforting me, or does he regret not doing more?

My hand wraps around his arm, not wanting to let him go, but feeling silly at the thought of saying it. He seems to understand, and I don’t need to. We settle under the covers, curled tightly against each other and I fall asleep to the sound of Ware humming beside my ear.

Kelly Walker is a YA and NA author of several romantic titles, including the Souls of the Stones series. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their Virginia home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.

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