Monday, July 11, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review + Giveaway: Thin Lines by Bethany-Kris

Thin Lines
Donati Bloodlines #2
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: July 5, 2016
Genres: Adult, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance

Calisto Donati

Calisto had never been a fan of pain, but he found it provided a certain relief.
It was a high that couldn’t compete with anything else he experienced. That was why he fought bare-knuckled, why he drove fast, despite knowing he might crash, and why he still enjoyed looking at Emma Donati—no matter her current status.
Pain felt good.
He might have been a fool for doing so, but as long as he got what he wanted from it, he didn’t really care.
When he fought, he was given release. When he drove, he was given freedom. When he looked at Emma, he was given memories.
All of them brought a certain level of pain. All three might kill him someday.
Calisto glanced at Emma, taking her in again when she didn’t know he was looking.
He realized then that only one might actually be worth dying for.

Emma Donati

Emma kept her gaze on the book in her lap, pretending like there wasn’t an argument going on across the room. She had become terribly good at acting like she didn’t hear.
Calisto watched her out of the corner of his eye while he argued on with Affonso.
She was too focused on Calisto to care about their fight.
His anger. The tightness of his jaw. Searing soul-black eyes.
The two men were not the same. They might have shared blood, but their hearts were entirely different. One man never let her out of his sight when he was nearby. The other acted like she didn’t exist.
This was what it was like, she realized, to be in love with someone she couldn’t have.
Calisto Donati would never be hers.
This wasn’t a fairy tale that would end happily.
They weren’t star-crossed. They were impossible.

WARNING: The first two books in the Donati Bloodlines Trilogy end on a cliffhanger, the third is a HEA.

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That ending!! Wow! Is awful, but awesome too. Bethany-Kris is pure genius. I can't believe she went there, but I'm feeling especially excited for the next one. 

I have been putting off reading this book because I knew is gonna be hard.Calisto has to watch Emma getting married to AffonsoLet just put a dagger to my heart, shall we? 


He didn't say he love her, but I knew he do. And the part I most worried about is to read about Affonso's dick anywhere near Emma. Is gonna be an awful experience for me, although I knew is something I can't avoid. Thank God Bethany didn't actually put Affonso's nether region in my face. I might be scarred for life. That's the sole reason I survived reading this book.

Calisto and Emma spend part of the book avoiding each other, and then making nice with each other and then engage in illicit affairs. I don't like cheating in any form, but in this case, I totally in support. Just make sure to be smart and not get caught, please.

There are a lot of new revelation in regards to Calisto and Affonso's past. It was pure soap opera, I tell you. My heart hurt for Calisto and his shitty situation. I know he keep saying there is no way out, but for me, there is a way. Just shoot the motherfucker, shall we? Reading Bethany's work just make me plain blood thirsty.


With everything that happened towards the cliffhanger ending, I'm sure the final book is gonna kick some major ass and I'm SO ready. Bring it on!

“What’d I fucking tell you two, huh?” came a shout from outside the mesh. 
Calisto ignored the fool and grabbed the bar of chalk that was passed to him from a fellow gym member. He rolled it in between his hands, letting the powdery block soak up what blood seeped from his cut knuckles and the sweat inside his palms. 
“Protective gear needs to be worn at all times,” the owner said, waving wildly at Calisto. 
“So?” Calisto asked. “He didn’t mind.” 
“Nope, I didn’t.” 
Calisto tossed his opponent a grin, and jerked a thumb in the younger man’s direction. “See?” 
“Not the fucking point.” 
“Come on, JD, we’re just sparring.” 
“Gio’s got a bloody mouth,” JD barked. “And your knuckles need ice. You two don’t seem to understand the concept of following the fucking rules.” 
Calisto leaned against the mesh of the cage, unaffected. “And what about them?” 
“You know, we could always take our business elsewhere,” Gio said, resting against the cage like Calisto was. He’d interrupted JD with a smooth drawl and a blank stare that spoke of boredom and little else. Gio sported a cut lip, but the bleeding wasn’t that bad. “I know how much you would hate to lose out on the bets the guys get going when we’re up here fighting, man.” 
“Truth,” Calisto said, tipping his head toward Gio. 
JD gritted his teeth, clearly struggling with a response. “Could you at least tape your hands next time?” 
Gio smirked. “We’ll think about it.” 
Huffing, the owner walked away. Most of the other watchers had already fled from the cage. Sighing, Calisto pushed away from the wall and tossed the chalk bar over the edge where it landed in a pile of hand towels on the table. 
“You need to stop covering your face so much when I come at you,” Gio said offhandedly. “It’s not like I’m going to knock out all of your teeth, if that’s what you’re worried about. Maybe just a couple.” 
“You’re fucking hilarious. Really.” Calisto pressed his fingertips around his right kidney, wincing at the shot of pain blooming in his side. “Still would have kicked your ass, had JD not hit the buzzer.” 
“Cazzo. Bullshit, stolto.” 
“Next week, same time. We’ll see who the fool is then, huh?” 
Gio chuckled. “You’re still going to protect your face, man. I’m still going to give your body one hell of a beating while you do it.” 
Calisto grinned. “Hey, if your face looked like mine does, you’d protect it, too.” 
“Tell me something I don’t already know, Marcello.” 
Two towels were tossed over the cage wall. Calisto caught them both and tossed one over to Gio before wiping himself down. He ignored the sting in his knuckles and the aches in his lower half, knowing he’d earned them and it was just another reminder that he was still breathing. 
“Heard your uncle was having trouble with the Irish in Jersey,” Gio said. 
Calisto shrugged. “Nothing serious.” 
“Territory disputes?” 
Gio hummed under his breath. “Be careful with them. The O’Neils can be vicious.” 
Calisto didn’t respond, because he didn’t have to. He’d been keeping an eye on the small Irish family trying to bleed their way into New York territory from their roots in New Jersey. The best thing to do was avoid any street wars, but sometimes that shit just couldn’t be helped. 
“Next week, you said?” Gio asked. 
Calisto nodded. “Yeah. I need something to do on Thursday nights.” 
Gio laughed. “Doesn’t Affonso have some kind of family dinner thing then?” 
“Sì. Which is exactly why I need something else to do on Thursday nights.” 
“You could always sit down at the Marcello table. We wouldn’t turn you away from a meal, Donati.” 
Calisto knew that was true. Giovanni Marcello came from the long-reigning Marcello crime family. Cosa Nostra was in that man’s blood just as much, if not more, than Calisto’s. 
“You might not turn me away, but I can’t go wining and dining with the rival family,” Calisto said, only half kidding. 
“Just fighting with them on Thursdays, huh?” 
“What are you talking about? I am nowhere near a fellow family tonight. I am over on Bleecker Street doing business.” 
Gio cocked a brow. “Seriously?” 
“What Affonso doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” 
Calisto swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He couldn’t possibly explain to Gio how true those words really were. 
“How’s the new family member?” Gio asked. 
Calisto stepped out of the cage, keeping his back turned to the man. It was difficult for Calisto to hide the varying degrees of emotions that ran through him every time he was forced to talk about his uncle’s bride like she was just any other woman he knew. 
She wasn’t any other woman. 
Not to Calisto. 
Emma Sorrento—now Donati—could never be “just someone” to him. 
Calisto had taken Emma from her life in Las Vegas, uprooted her without a single care, and deposited her to his uncle like a gift wrapped in a pretty bow. Somewhere in between all of that nonsense, Calisto had managed to find himself in Emma’s bed, and she had somehow weeded her way into his mind. 
He couldn’t get her out. 

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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