Release Day: The Kiss Of Life by Char Sharp

The Kiss Of Life

A Soul Mate Rescued Novel

By Char Sharp

Release Date: 7th June 2015

Cover Design: Hang Le 

The Kiss of Life is the first book in a trilogy, Soul Mate Rescued, and each novel is a standalone; however, some popular characters will be revisited in each novel.

​​Do you believe in love at first sight?

​No? I didn't either.

I was eight years old when I told the love of my life that I would marry him someday. He laughed at me. He was nine years my senior and my big brother's best friend. My wish came true though, and as adults, we did marry, and lived in wedded bliss

for six years, until one fatal night...when my world changed forever.

My name is Elizabeth Foster, and my beloved husband, U.S. Navy Commander William Grey Foster was murdered. Thirteen long months of sleepless, lonely nights crept by as I mourned my husband, and I soon learned my life was in danger, too.

Rescued by U.S. Senator John Prescott Cole, an ex-Navy SEAL and rich playboy, he quickly became my fearless protector.

Could he continue to keep me safe from the constant threat to my life?

Could he rescue me not only from danger, but from being heartbroken and alone?

Who would protect my heart from this handsome, gallant, man? Part of it would always belong to Will, but could I give away the other part to a man who was known as a womanizer?

​Is true love really only once in a lifetime?

Note from author: This book is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 due to adult 
situations and mature content.

The Kiss Of Life, is a fast paced romantic suspense novel by Char Sharp.

When Elizabeth sees the drop-dead gorgeous Senator John Cole she is instantly attracted to him but equally torn with guilt. Her late husband was murdered thirteen months ago and she's yet to move on from the only man she ever wanted to marry. Is it possible to fall in love again at first sight?

Ex-SEAL, billionaire business man and US Senator, John Cole appears to have it all. All except a woman by his side. After his fiancée cheated on him, he decided never to get close to a woman again. That is until he meets Elizabeth.

The events within the plot are news worthy current affairs issues, woven together in a believable love story. The romance is hot and tastefully written. At times the writing was a little too descriptive for my liking and found myself skimming to move the plot along. I was also a tad distracted by the protagonists character traits and personalities which very much reminded me of another book couple from a different author.

Overall this was a commendable debut novel by this new author and will look out for more from her in the future. So who do I want to read about next in this Soul Mate Rescued Series? Either Steele or Cooper is fine with me.

3½ Stars

***arc generously received by the author in exchange for an honest review***

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CHAR SHARP, Author:

Retired from the computer software industry, Charlotte lives in the northern suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, a Ragdoll cat named Purrcy, and a big old lovable rescue mutt.

She and her husband are the proud parents and grandparents of three grown children and four grandsons.

An avid reader, writing started as something fun to do and has morphed into true joy, with her characters telling her their stories. She has many stories to tell.

​Charlotte studied music and business at Troy University. With her love of music, she enjoys weaving a little music into her writing. She is a member of Romance Writers of America.

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Cover Reveal: Jesse by Jo Raven

JESSE (Damage Control, #2) COVER REVEAL
New Adult contemporary romance
by Jo Raven

Cover by Jo Raven

Model: Francis Clément

Photographer: Sara Eirew

RELEASE DATE: Late June/Beginning of July 2015

Returning to Madison hurts. I thought I’d left my past behind, but the past goes on living. I carry it inside of me, it’s a piece of me. People have marked me in indelible ways and I drag the shreds of my soul behind me, trying to put my pieces back together. I’m not the Amber I used to be. I fly under the radar, try to be invisible.

It doesn't always work. Drawing attention scares me. It always spells trouble. Returning to my home town is a last ditch effort to lay my demons to rest and start anew, for good this time.

Meeting Jesse Lee wasn’t in the plan. Yet here he is with his heart-stopping, sexy grin, handsome like a god, shining bright. He’s full of life, full of heat, packing the energy of a thousand suns in his gaze and muscular body. Jesse burns, and the pain of being near him is sweet.

But he’s foiling my plans. It’s hard to remain a ghost when he’s around. Hard to avoid his attention, to remain invisible. He sees me, really sees me, and behind his bright radiance, I can see shadows from his own past crowding in. He’s swimming hard to stay afloat even as he reaches for me.

What is he afraid of? And how can he save me from drowning when he can’t even save himself?

I turn on him, hands on my hips. “What do you want?”

“That sounds like a trick question.” He winks.

“Does it? You barged in here and you think asking you what you want is a trick question?”

“Hey now. I didn’t barge in here. You opened the door.” He lifts his hands much like Kayla did. I think I scare people.

Good. Better them than me.

“You’re an ass.”

He grins. “And a fine one, too.”

Oh dear God. “You'’re a dick.”

He nods solemnly, but his eyes dip to my cleavage and darken to forest green. “A big, big dick.”

Crap, I walked right into this one, didn’t I? Of course, I’ve always had trouble recognizing plays on words and jokes. I should be upset. He’s teasing me, and teasing, in my book, is a prelude to hurting me.

But the smile lingering on his full lips takes the sting away, and what’s more, it’s hot. Way too hot. Heat rushes to my face, flames licking my cheeks, and a pulse starts between my legs.

This is so not happening. “Stop being such a jerk.”

“You say that affectionately.” He’s somehow moved closer to me while I was busy self-combusting and his scent engulfs me, something hot, spicy and heady like mulled wine. “Like that pet name you gave me.”

What? I stare at the dark brows over his intense eyes, the faint stubble on that square jaw, that mouth and… Oh God. I’ve lost the thread. I tear my gaze from his face, glancing down at his bare arms. One of them is heavily inked with swirling colors and a snake.

A cobra, I think, done in red and green, curling on his thick bicep. And underneath the riot of colored ink swathing his arm from shoulder to wrist, faint crisscrossing lines catch my eyes, some thin and some thick, dark and raised.

Scars.

His voice startles me. “This place sure looks different when it’s not full of people.”

“Like what, empty?”

He chuckles, warm and delicious like a treacle of melted hot chocolate. “Like, nice.”

“Although there’s no blonde wrapped around you and no sucking involved?”

He chokes and bends over hacking.

“You…” He shakes his head as he straightens, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Shit.”

Yeah, I’m not only antisocial, I also don’t have any control over my mouth. Double whammy. Who wouldn’t want to be around me?

“So what do you want?” Might as well get this over with so we can both go on our separate ways – he, back to his blonde and the sucking, and me, to my room and my beads.

He flinches, a barely there twitch that has me wondering if I even saw it. “I lost… something. A leather wrist band. I can’t find it since the party here, and I thought to ask in case you saw it anywhere.”

I remember seeing the band on his arm that night. “It was an old thing, wasn’t it?” Old, worn and starting to fray.

“It’s…” He rubs his forehead, frowning. “It’s important to me.”

He’s been an ass. Sort of. He’s been pushy. Kind of. He scares me.

But the uncertainty is back in his eyes, and now I know I didn’t imagine it. And although I’m not sure what to do with it, this glimpse beneath the sunny surface that defines Jesse Lee, I wish… I wish I could. I wish I had the courage to prod and break the brittle skin, the scab over a wound I can only guess at.

“I haven’t seen it,” I say, and his jaw tightens. This bracelet really seems important to him. “But I’ll look around. We’re still cleaning after the party from hell.”

“Thanks.” His mouth quirks. He shifts back and leans against the wall, and I try hard not to notice how good he looks in a faded green T-shirt and low-slung dark jeans, not to stare at the bulge between his legs.

Oh God, I’m checking out his package. Crap, no way…

Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.

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