Blog Tour/Release Launch: Dirty Ties by Pam Godwin

Monday, January 12, 2015

I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.

Except her.
The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.
With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.
Whose powerful family murdered mine.

I hate her.
I want her.

I know she’s hiding something.
But so am I.

Release Day → January 12th, 2015

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Falls Review:
A Whole Bottle

So first, I want to start off by saying that if you have not read any of Pam's books yet, you need to change that starting right now! I have read ALL of Pam's books and they are ALL amazing. This one was different from the others and I liked the change of pace. If you have read books of hers in the past, you know they are a bit darker. Dirty Ties was not light by any means, but the flow was more everyday what you see-corrupt. Pam can write characters like very few authors can. They pull you in and drag you down with them; Strap you onto their backs and you have to pray you're able to hang on tight enough to endure the ride. 

"I want you."

Three words, and she owned me. Hell, she owned me the first time I saw her at the finish line."

Logan is a man who knows what he wants. He is confident, strong, powerful and sexy as sin. He leads a double life that only one person knows about. Only one person in the world that he trusts with his secrets-until Kaci drops into his world. Having a past like Logan's is nothing to turn your head at. The things he witnessed as a kid were terrible acts of violence. Violence that sets him on a path to revenge. Revenge that will make him stop at nothing to get what he wants. When Kaci shows up his world starts to change and things that he thought were true are slowly being questioned. Assumptions that he had made don't make sense anymore and players in his game of revenge just might change. 

“A man like that f**ks like he rides. With intimidation, recklessness, and unharnessed energy. He’s powered by adrenaline and takes what he wants without care.”

Kaci was raised to act, speak, and appear a certain way. Groomed her whole life to run a multi-million dollar company, she wears many masks. Married to a man with secrets of his own, Kaci's life is not what she wants it to be. She just wants a man to hold her at night and to feel the love that comes with a relationship. Placing her feelings into other activities might just get Kaci in trouble. Until a man who Kaci has lusted after shows up on his.....motorcycle!?!? With one encounter her world is set spinning and this ride is dangerous. Secrets will be spilled and lies revealed. How much is wanting what your heart desires worth? Is it worth your life? 

“The strongest love begins from a place of conflict. It's a volatile journey of committing and fighting and recommitting, but the effort is resolute and evolves into something so consuming the heart aches just thinking about it.”

This book was AMAZING! It had me guessing through all the twists and turns that are typical Pam fashion. The hero and heroine are a mix of the perfect characters. Strong, brave, insecure, sexy and loyal. From the first few chapters I was thinking to myself Holy Crap this is going to be so good! I HIGHLY recommend reading this book and adding it to your permanent library. All ofPam's  books are amazing and they just keep getting better. I look forward to what Pam has in store for us next. I give Dirty Ties by Pam Godwin a whole bottle of wine! A much deserved bottle!!!! Cheers and happy reading on this grey and rainy morning!!!!

He knelt over my attacker, his strength visible in the stretch of the jacket over his back and shoulders. His helmet cocked, angled in my direction. “I had this.”
Oh my God, his voice. Okay, it was definitely synthesized, his timbre humming with an electronic overlay, but it was deep and gravelly and so goddamned sexy.
Pull yourself together, Kaci. He was far more dangerous than the man who just attacked me.
“Get out of here.” I nodded to the street behind me, and as if on cue, another squad car zoomed by. “I’ll hold him until you’re gone.”
What was I saying? I didn’t want him to leave.
I thought I heard a chuckle, but couldn’t be sure with the whine of sirens and exhaust pipes. He looked back at my attacker, swung an arm, and knocked him out. Damn. Okay, that worked too.
I lowered the gun. “You won the race?”
“Of course.” He rose and erased the distance between us in three strides.
My nerves shivered, overloaded and amped up, and oh God, he was just standing there, heating the air around me, staring at me. What did he want? I opened my mouth to spew a gushing thank you.
He snatched the gun from my hand.
What the? “Give that ba—”
He lifted my chin and stroked a gloved finger over the nicks on my throat. Each caress irritated the cuts, but I didn’t want him to stop. He raised the finger in front of my visor, blood soaking the leather tip. “Have you learned your lesson?”
His voice reverberated through me, and my knees weakened. Even with the electronic distortion, he sounded pissed.
My heart panted, and a throb swelled, hot and needy, between my legs. All because of a pissed-off synthesized voice? I might’ve just swallowed my self-respect, but I couldn't help it. My body had one mission, and that mission vibrated against me like he wanted to tear me in half. Damn me to hell, but my inner muscles clenched at the thought.
I touched my throat and flinched at the bite of pain. “It’s just a scratch.”
The reflection of my helmet in his visor wavered as he shook his head. He gazed down on me as if he were…considering something? God, I wished I could see his face, his eyes.
His finger returned to my throat, trailed a path beneath my chin, lifting it and catching on the edge of the helmet. He tugged it, like he wanted to rip off the shield and see my eyes, too. “Get on your bike, sweetheart.”
He flicked the safety on the gun and gripped my shoulders, turning my body to face the bike. Both bikes. His and mine side-by-side. Oh, how I loved the sight of that.
His fingers touched my hip, slipping beneath my jacket to stroke my bare skin. I trembled against the brush of his glove, until he opened his mouth. “This is your last race.”
The temperature in my helmet rose by ten degrees, and my cheeks inflamed. I glared at him over my shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Smack. A stinging jolt of fire rippled over my ass, and I shuffled forward. He fucking hit me! I placed my hands on the bike’s seat, and unbidden, a grin took hold of my face. He fucking spanked me.

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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