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Monday, December 16, 2013

Sempre Redemption Blog Tour



In this thrilling and sexy follow-up to Sempre, two young lovers struggle to keep their relationship intact after they become deeply enmeshed in the dangerous mafia-run crime ring they once tried to overthrow.

Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco have been through a lot. Haven was taken in by Carmine’s father, and with his family’s help, she escaped a gruesome fate. However, saving Haven from the dark intentions of a mafia family cost Carmine a steep price: he was forced to swear loyalty to them.

Now, still passionately in love, Carmine and Haven must face the fall-out of Carmine’s forced service, as Haven discovers terrifying secrets about the family that enslaved both her and her mother—and why she matters so much in this intricate web of lies.




Review
4 out of 5 Stars

Living up to a book like Sempre is difficult to do, the sequel is rarely better than the first and while i don't think anything could be better then Sempre, Sempre Redemption brought something new and gave me some much needed closure from Sempre. I spent MOST of Sempre Redemption thoroughly FRUSTRATED and ANNOYED with the characters.  Ugh you know when you just wish you could reach through the pages and strangle some common sense into them? Yup be prepared for that, but with out that we wouldn't have much to read now would we? Simple and quick doesn't make a very interesting story, which Sempre Redemption is. The character we grew to car about about are growing not just up but emotionally and it is amazing to see the changes unfold.  Never would I have thought Carmine could have been as selfless as he was in Sempre Redemption, nor had I thought Haven could be so strong. You still get all the action, guts and gore, along with the amazingly sweet love story but it just seemed like so much more. If you have not read this series I seriously don't know what you are waiting for.



About the Author:

JM Darhower is the author of countless stories and poems, most of which only she has ever read. She lives in a tiny town in rural North Carolina, where she churns out more words than will ever see the light of day. She has a deep passion for politics and speaking out against human trafficking, and when she isn't writing (or fangirling about books) she's usually ranting about those things.

Chronic crimper with a vulgar mouth, she admits to having a Twitter addiction. You can usually always find her there.


Author's Links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jmdarhower
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/JM-Darhower/187907981297867?skip_nax_wizard=true
Website: http://www.jmdarhower.com/


Purchase Links:

S&S.com: http://books.simonandschuster.com/Sempre-Redemption/J-M-Darhower/9781476734200
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Sempre-Redemption-ebook/dp/B00EMDPZVK/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= 
iBookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9781476734200
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sempre-jm-darhower/1116527231?ean=9781476734200


Excerpt

Carmine sat in his usual chair in the library, casually strumming his guitar. A sliver of light filtered in from the large window, illuminating his somber expression in the darkness. She called his name but he remained still, continuing to pluck at the strings almost as if he hadn’t heard her. She took a step toward him and was about to say his name again when he let out a long, deep sigh. “I had a dream.”
“Another nightmare?” she asked, walking over to him. He glanced up at her as his fingers stilled, the music stopping, but Haven barely noticed. She couldn’t focus on anything but the green eyes boring into her. Once so alive with passion, she saw nothing but deep sadness marring the bright color.
Carmine set the guitar aside and moved his legs to make room, motioning for her to join him. She climbed into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.
“Not a nightmare this time,” he said. “It was a good dream.”
“What was it about?”
“You,” he said quietly. “You made a painting—some abstract shit, I don’t know—but it was so good they hung it in a museum and raved about how talented you were. It was like you were the next fucking Picasso, tesoro.”
She laughed. “I don’t even know how to paint, Carmine.”
“You could learn,” he said. “Would you want to?”
“Maybe, but I don’t know how good I’d be.”
“Oh, you’d be good,” he said confidently. “You shouldn’t doubt yourself. You can do anything you set your mind to.”
“Except for play the piano,” she said playfully. “Or the guitar.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, for the sake of everyone’s ears, we ought to leave music to me, but the rest is all you. You can probably do all of that, you know. Draw, paint, sculpt shit into weird shapes and tell people it’s something it doesn’t look anything like. That takes talent.”
She smiled. “And you think I have that kind of talent?”
“Of course,” he said. “There’s gonna be no stopping you once you get started.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, a swell of emotion surging through her at his words. “It means a lot that you believe in me.”
“I’d be an idiot not to,” he said, kissing the top of her head.


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