Book Release & Giveaway: HERO by Leighton Del Mia

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Title: Hero

Author: Leighton Del Mia

Release Date: February 27, 2014

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Standalone

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Synopsis

Calvin Parish
They call me Hero.
I defend.
I protect.
I ask for nothing in return, and that makes me good.
Doesn’t it?

That which makes me the ultimate predator also feeds dark impulses I’ve learned to control—until I bring her too close. For years I’ve watched her from afar, but what started out as duty has become obsession.

Cataline Ford
I work hard.
I play by the rules.
I’m content.
My scars are quiet and invisible, and that keeps me hidden.
Doesn’t it?

One fateful walk home, I’m taken by someone I didn’t know I should fear. Captive and afraid, nobody will tell me why I’m confined to this hauntingly beautiful mansion. I’m given everything; I have nothing. He takes what he needs from me, and for that I hate him. But I might have loved him once.

And just because you’re reading this doesn’t mean I survive him.

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Leighton Del Mia lives behind large sunglasses and under massive headphones. She can usually be found behind and under these things at any Starbucks on the West Coast, which is where she writes twisty books between sips of black coffee.

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Keep Me (A Hero Novella)

“I will disappoint you. I will hurt you. If I could be different, I would. But I don’t think I can.”

Declarations and sacrifices have been made. After three years, a better life is finally on the horizon. But when the past leaves marks that are both painful and permanent, is there ever such a thing as starting over? Can memories be replaced or forgotten—and should they be?

Keep Me is a follow-up novella for Hero readers who want a glimpse of life after breakfast. It is only intended to be enjoyed after Hero and is not a standalone. It is entirely optional and not essential to the original plot.

Book Release Blitz: Deep Soul (Dark Souls #2) by Anne Hope

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Deep Soul

(Dark Souls #2)”

By Anne Hope

Blurb:

“Save her life or save mankind. His choice could cost him his soul. ”

For nearly two centuries, Marcus has been the Watchers most faithful soldier. Sworn to protect humanity, driven by an unrelenting compulsion to atone for past sins, he has rarely found a compelling reason to question his mission, let alone defy his leader.

His partner, Regan, is his exact opposite, an enigma he longs to solve. A free spirit and reckless to a fault, Regan acts first and thinks later. Her smart mouth and tender heart have fascinated Marcus for decades, but the Watchers strict vow of celibacy has forced him to ignore the sizzling attraction between them. Until now.

When Regan goes rogue to protect a very special little boy, Marcus is forced to make an impossible choice commit an act of treason or watch the woman he secretly loves die.

Hunted by enemies and allies alike, Regan and Marcus run for their lives, fighting to thwart an age-old prophecy and guard a boy whose destiny may very well be to destroy the world or save it.

Warning: Contains violent battle scenes, angels with twisted agendas, nail-biting suspense, intense emotion, burning-hot sexual tension, and a sexy, stubborn hero who would rather face death than admit what s in his heart.

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Excerpt

Marcus found Regan standing at the top of one
of the numerous cliffs that barricaded the Watchers’ complex, staring down at
the sea, her features pinched with concentration. The rain had finally stopped,
but dampness still hung in the salt-laden air. A thin mist hugged her feminine
figure, making moisture bead on her skin. She looked intangible, as elusive as
the fog encompassing her. Regan was so strong and capable, he sometimes forgot
how delicate she was.

The sight of her standing so close to the
edge triggered all his protective instincts, and something else—the forbidden
desire to touch. “Penny for your thoughts,” he said, burying his fists in his
jacket pockets, where they wouldn’t be tempted to stray.

She smiled but didn’t turn to look at him.
“Is that all they’re worth?”

“You drive a hard bargain. How ’bout a
quarter?”

She laced her arms across her chest as the
sun slowly set behind red-hued clouds. “What’s going to happen to him, Marcus?”

He didn’t have to ask her who she meant. Ever
since they’d found Ben cowering in that kitchen, the boy had dominated her
thoughts, maybe even her heart. Marcus had never believed it was possible for
their kind to love, but recently he’d been forced to revisit that assumption.
He’d seen it firsthand with Jace and Lia, and now he was seeing it again with
Regan. Maybe one didn’t necessarily need to have a soul in order to love. Maybe
just the echo of it was enough, similar to a phantom limb that continued to
throb long after it was severed.

“Cal hasn’t come to any decisions yet,” he
told her.

A brisk breeze blew, sending her curls
rioting around her face. Again, he was seized by the urge to reach out to her,
to smooth back her hair, to run the pad of his thumb across her mouth.

A mouth meant to be kissed.

He gave himself a mental kick, focused his
attention on the churning waves below. He had no business kissing Regan. No
business even thinking about it. When he’d taken the blood vow, he’d made a
conscious choice to swear off sex, same as all those who bore the Watchers’
mark.

Only Jace and Lia seemed exempt from this
oath, and Marcus couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He’d seen Cal
punish his followers for far less a crime. If there was one thing his leader
demanded, it was absolute loyalty.

Regan picked up a pebble, then flung it over
the cliff into the restless ocean. “Do you believe in destiny?”

The question took him off guard. “I’m not
sure. I know Cal swears by it.”

“I didn’t ask about Cal. I asked about you.” She
ran her fingers through her hair, exactly as he’d imagined himself doing.
“Cal’s always preaching about fate, and for the most part, I believe him. But
deep down, there’s this inkling of doubt, and it gets me thinking sometimes. If
everything really is preordained, what happens to free will? Does it even exist
or are we just being strung along?”

“When did you go all philosophical on me?”

She inhaled deeply, drawing his attention to
the gentle swell of her breasts. Ignoring the kick beneath his ribs, he looked
past her, fixing his gaze on the rocky shore again.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve been having
this feeling lately, like there’s something I’m supposed to do, but I’m not
sure what that is. I only know it involves Ben. He’s important somehow.”

He’d been having the same feeling, but he
refrained from telling her. The last thing he wanted was for her to grow even
more obsessed with the boy. In their world, obsession and impulsiveness often
spelled disaster.

“Regan, you need to trust Cal to do the right
thing. You know the drill—no Watcher can deviate from the plan. If you do
anything, anything that compromises the mission, you will be labeled a Rogue.
And you know better than anyone how the Watchers deal with Rogues.”

They hunted them down and exterminated them.
The idea of that happening to Regan tore a painful strip out of him. He’d spent
too many years training her, working alongside her, fighting to keep her alive,
to lose her now. Had she been capable of reading his thoughts, she would’ve
argued that she was the one always bailing him out of trouble, and she would’ve
been right. She’d saved him more times than he could count. They were a team,
more in tune than most, able to regenerate each other with nothing more than a
touch, thanks to the Watchers’ bond.

The truth was, he couldn’t picture his life
without her.

Losing the battle, he clasped her arms and
turned her to face him. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

She tensed at his touch, inclined her head to
look at him. “Define stupid.”

Those sweet-looking lips hovered inches below
his, too damn appealing to ignore. Right there and then, standing at the edge
of a deadly overhang ensnared by Regan’s smoky gaze, Marcus understood the
precise meaning of stupidity.

He was tempted to demonstrate, but he didn’t.
Releasing her, he secured a safe distance between them. “Just think before you
act. That’s all I ask.”

She visibly deflated, and he could’ve sworn
disappointment momentarily flittered across her face. Above them, the sun’s
dying rays struggled to pulse against a sky determined to suffocate them. Regan
grabbed another pebble and sent it whizzing through the air with a note of
finality. “Thinking is overrated.”

A bitter laugh rumbled in his
throat. If he wasn’t so damned disciplined, he would’ve agreed.

About The Author

Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart’s incredible ability to heal.

Anne’s passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers, and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance.

She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Branded by Abi Ketner and Missy Kalicicki

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Fifty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He created the Hole where sinners are branded according to their sins and might survive a few years. At best.
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home.

Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain.

Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.

The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me.
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter.
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.

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Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.

Abigail Ketner

Is a registered nurse with a passion for novels, the beaches of St. John, and her Philadelphia Phillies. A talented singer, Abi loves to go running and spend lots of time with her family. She currently resides in Lancaster, Pennsylvania with her husband, triplet daughters and two very spoiled dogs.

Melissa Kalicicki

Received her bachelor’s degree from Millersville University in 2003. She married, had two boys and currently lives in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Aside from reading and writing, her interests include running and mixed martial arts. She also remains an avid Cleveland sports fan.

Book Release Blitz: Angels in Leather by Bella Jewel

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Title: Angles in Leather (Rebels On Bikes #1)

Author: Bella Jewel

Release Date: February 13, 2014

Genre: MC Romance

Synopsis

A girl on the run.

Her father gave her one task before he died. To deliver a package.
Now she has the baddest biker in the state after her.

He wants what she’s got.

Secrets in both the past and the present threaten to destroy what she is working so hard for.

He threatens to ruin her heart.

Two worlds will collide to make something explosive.

Excerpt

“Fight me, don’t you stop,” Axel breathes into my ear. “I won’t hurt you, Cricket,” he murmurs, running his finger down the side of my face. “But I need you to fight.”

So, that’s what I do.

I start by squirming, trying to twist my body around. He presses his body against mine, and reaches up, tangling his fingers into the fence. He thrusts his hips, ramming both out bodies harder into the wire. I groan, and throw my head back, hitting him in the face. He snarls, and takes my hands, quickly uncuffing me before pulling them harshly behind my back and jerking my body back into his.

I hear the cuffs drop onto the ground.

I guess he’s letting me play this fairly.

“Stop that,” he rasps into my ear. “I’ll make it hurt if you do that again.”

“Maybe I want it to hurt,” I hiss, fisting my hands together and shoving them backwards into his stomach.

He stumbles off me with a grunt, and I spin around, ducking to the left and attempting to run. I don’t get two steps before Axel lashes out, taking my ankle and pulling me so hard I go down into the dirt. My face just misses being smashed into it by mere centimeters. Axel flattens his body over mine, and takes my head in his hands, jerking my head back by my hair and breathing down on me. “You’re being a bad girl,” he husks, running a finger down the side of my face.

“You’re not letting me play fair,” I whisper. “I was cuffed before, it wasn’t a fair chase.”

I feel his weight lift off me, and he jerks me up, pulling me into a standing position.

“Run, then. I’ll give you five seconds, and if I catch you again, Meadow, I’m going to f**k you,” he murmurs, then his eyes grow lusty. “Hard.”
I turn without answering, and I run into the trees at the back of the lot. I hear Axel counting loudly, and my body shivers. I am sweating now, and my breathing is hard and ragged, but the chase is so worth that. I hear Axel take off after me, and I squeal with delight as I weave through the trees. It’s dark, but I can see enough because of the lights surrounding the club house.

“The minute I get hold of you,” Axel yells. “I’m goin’ to rip your panties down and put my d**k so deep inside you, you’re goin’ to scream.”
I shiver, and swallow. I make my way to the fence line again, and I press myself against it for a second, letting my eyes scan the trees.
“Then I’m goin’ to kiss you so hard your lips will bleed.”

Oh my.

I take off, using the fence line as a guide to get back to the other end of the lot. I can hear Axel to my left, and I know he’s gaining on me, but if I run, it’ll make a lot of noise and he’ll figure out where I am.

“Come out come out wherever you are,” he sings. “You know I’ll make you come so much your legs will give way.”

I feel a smile on my face as I keep moving along the fence, keeping my body plastered against it. I can feel my own arousal dampening my panties, and now I’m eager for him to get his hands on me. I want to know what he’s got to give.

“You can run, Cricket, but you can’t hide.”

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Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She’s crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell’s Knights was released in August 2013.

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Book Spotlight: Daughter of the Winds by Jo Bunt

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When the Turkish invade Cyprus in 1974 Pru, a young British Army wife, has her life turned upside down. Two weeks later she flees the country with a baby who isn’t hers.

Over thirty years later that baby, now a grown woman called Leni, returns to the island of her birth to find out about the chain of events that led her to be brought up as Pru’s child. She discovers the true cost of war, how the hurt still continues through the generations and what being a family really means.

In this story of love and loss Leni will lay ghosts to rest in more ways than one.

About the Author:

Jo Bunt was born in Cyprus to British parents. It made sense to her that her first novel should be based there.

Following the family’s return to England Jo went to school in Nottingham, university in Hull and then worked in London as a Recruitment Consultant for PwC for many years. Following a family illness Jo moved to Derbyshire where she now lives with her husband and her twin sons. This has enabled her to focus on her two great loves in life; her family and her writing.

She remembers writing her first ‘novel’ when she was seven but spent her angst-ridden teenage years writing miserable and dark poetry. She mostly writes mainstream fiction but is also working on a series of children’s adventure books, largely guided by her own children. When she is not writing or looking after the children Jo is an avid reader and self-confessed food snob. If she can combine the two she is a very happy lady indeed.

Book Release & Giveaway: Cowboys & Kisses by Sasha Summers

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Allie had big plans for the future. Falling for a cowboy wasn’t part of it.

1. Get out of Black Falls Texas – aka Redneck Hell
(Graduation was eight months away. After that, she was out of there.)

2. Avoid Wyatt Holcomb at all costs.
(Except he was everywhere and kind of hard to ignore since he was hot-and a really nice guy.)

3. Avoid her parents.
(Shouldn’t be too hard to do since her father hated her and her mother pretended nothing was wrong.)

4. Stop thinking about Wyatt.
(Which would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so sweet… and he’d keep his shirt on.)

5. Decide what she really wants.
(Instead of holding onto the past and the guilt.)

He froze, completely surprised. If his breath hadnít hitched, I wouldnít have known heíd heard me. He just stared at me, until I felt like a complete idiot. I stepped back then, lifting my hand from his arm.

It hurt. I hurt. I suspected his life was a lot more complicated than I knew, but I thoughtÖI hopedÖhe cared about me too. Maybe I just wanted him to?

ìNight.î The word was a garbled mess and I headed back in the direction Iíd come.

ìAllie,î he ground out, taking my hand and pulling me down one of the alleys between empty pens. It was darker, but I held on to him, my heart thumping in my chest.

He stopped and turned, his hands sliding up my bare arms to my shoulders, causing wicked delicious shivers the whole way. His hands, callused and rough, were feather-light along my neck, cupping my cheeks and tilting my head back as he bent low.

His lips were so soft against mine. I hadnít expected that. Or the way his breath mixing with mine made me dizzy. I swayed into him, gripping his dusty shirt tightly. His lips grew firm, a little demanding, and it was perfect. All I wanted was thisóand more.

When his lips lingered, the heat between us took over. Pressed against him, his heartbeat bounced with mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. His hand pressed against my bare back, hesitantÖuncertain.

My hands moved, pressing against his hard chest and sliding up to cup his neckóknocking his hat offókeeping him there.

Why canít I stop shaking? It was okay. He was shaking too.

I parted my lips, sucking in a ragged breath. His lips followed.

He pressed us against the metal pens at my back, keeping us upright and tangled in each other. I didnít think, couldnít think. Feeling was everything. Hot and sweet and happy, I ran my fingers through the close-cropped hair at the base of his neck, pulling him in.

The tip of his tongue brushed my lower lip. I made a strange noise, tightening my hold on him, pressing myself flat against him. There was no room between us, none. And it still didnít seem close enough.

One of his hands traveled down my back, resting against the base of my spine, fitting me against him. Holy hell.

Sasha is part gypsy, stories have always played an important role in her life. Her passions have always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. Itís no surprise that her books†include a little of each.†Her first play, ëGreek Gods and Goddessesí was written for her Girl Scout troupe. Sheís been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when sheís doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: The Heart Knows What The Heart Wants by Lori L Clark

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Title: The Heart Knows What The Heart Wants

Author: Lori L. Clark

Genre: Contemporary / New Adult Romance

Expected Release: March 6, 2014

Synopsis

Estelle “Star” Falconé, a thirty-year-old tattooed bartender, was once a free-spirited dreamer who dabbled in astrology for fun and secretly dreamed of becoming a rock-star some day.

Twenty-one-year-old Shane Harper was once the star of his high school basketball team. With a full ride scholarship, his dream was to play college basketball and study planetary science. When a tragic car accident permanently sidelines his basketball career, college is out of the question.

Sparks fly when their two worlds collide.

Can a relationship survive between a thirty-year-old starry-eyed woman who’s on the run from an extremely dangerous man, and a twenty-one-year-old science geek who’s hell-bent on protecting her at all cost?

***Caution*** for mature readers. Contains graphic violence including rape. This is a complete, standalone novel.

Excerpt

Finally giving up on sleep, she climbed from bed and gathered her clothes to take into the bathroom for a long hot shower, hopeful the hot water would dislodge the myriad of inappropriate thoughts that had started to march through her sleep-deprived brain.

Star knew Shane was too young for her. He’d barely begun to live his life and in her thirty years she’d already lived enough for both of them combined. There was an undeniable attraction, she couldn’t dispute that. Holding him, comforting him, as she had just a few short hours ago left her craving more of his touch.

She gritted her teeth and turned up the water temperature as she scrubbed her body. “Why is it the men I’m attracted to are always wrong for me? For once, why can’t I like the nerdy, science geek with a big brain instead of a big…ego,” she huffed.

After her shower, she wiped the fog from the mirror and studied the lines in her face. Time had not been kind to her, especially the time spent with Derek. She smoothed the skin around her eyes, suddenly wondering how much a face-lift would set her back. A more close-up inspection advised her that more than a couple new gray hairs had sprouted, seemingly overnight, as well.

“Are you going to be much longer?” Shane’s muffled voice asked from the other side of the bathroom door causing her to jump.

“Just a few more minutes, sorry,” she answered. She hurriedly dried off and scrambled into her clothes. When she opened the door, he sat on the floor facing her, his back against the wall. He beamed mischievously up at her, and something warm pooled inside of her. She smiled back and said, “I guess I kind of lost track of time.”

“No worries. As long as there’s hot water left, I don’t mind.” He held his hand out to her. “Help me up, Blue,” he asked.

She tugged him to his feet and he seemed reluctant to let go of her hand. He gave her fingers a quick squeeze. Holy hell I’m melting here. She thought. The tips of her ears started to burn and she withdrew her hand from his. “All yours,” she whispered and turned to go to her room.

She couldn’t be sure, it may have been her overactive imagination, or wishful thinking, but she could have sworn she heard him say “I wish,” before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Star fanned herself and sat down on the corner of her bed. If he had remembered having the nightmare, or her rocking him back to sleep afterwards, it wasn’t evident in the tundra-melting smile he’d given her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Was she disappointed that he hadn’t remembered, or relieved?

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Ten things about me:

1. I’m an only child.
2. My only child is a Min Pin.
3. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa.
4. I worked as a professional psychic reader for 2 years.
5. I’m a Pisces Sun, Leo Moon with Aquarius rising.
6. I’ve written 7 books and am in the process of brainstorming the 8th.
7. I make my home near St. Louis, MO.
8. I ran my first 1/2 marathon at age 50.
9. I love 80’s hair band music.
10. I’m a vegetarian.

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: HIT THE WALL by Rochelle Paige

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Title: Hit the Wall (Blythe College #2)

Author: Rochelle Paige

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: March 10, 2014

Cover Designer: Kari Avasha at Cover to Cover Design

Synopsis

Jackson thought he knew what love was and feels like he missed his chance at happiness. He realizes he wasted his chances by chasing after one-night stands instead of going after what he really wanted.

Kaylie knows what loss feels like and doesn’t want to take a chance on love. She puts up walls to keep her heart protected from experiencing that kind of pain again.

What happens when a guy who refuses to lose out again meets a girl who resists him as much as she can? Will Jackson be able to hit the wall Kaylie has put up and knock it down?

Excerpt

“What the fuck?!” I heard as the door was thrown open. My jaw dropped at the sight of Jackson Silver in Sasha’s room. I never would have thought he had it in him to care enough about any woman to get into a shouting match with her the way he blew through all the girls on campus, except maybe his sister and her best friend. Not that I didn’t totally get why so many girls went crazy over him with his tousled blond hair, wicked blue eyes and insanely hot body. But he was the epitome of love ‘em and leave ‘em, never spending more than a few nights with the same one.

“Ummmm…” I stuttered in response.

“You don’t want to get in the middle of this, little girl,” he growled at me.

I glanced at Sasha, who was standing behind him with tears streaking down her cheeks. She was usually so perfectly put-together, but she looked a total wreck right now with her hair mussed up and mascara smudged everywhere. She wasn’t my favorite person in the world, but it seemed like she could use a little bit of help right about now.

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I absolutely adore reading – always have and always will. My friends growing up used to tease me when I would trail after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. If I have downtime, odds are you will find me reading or writing.

I am the mother of two wonderful sons who have inspired me to chase my dream of being an author. I want them to learn from me that you can live your dream as long as you are willing to work for it.

When I told my mom that my new year’s resolution was to self-publish a book in 2013, she pretty much told me “About time!”

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Book Release Blitz: Huntsman’s Prey by Marie Hall

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The long anticipated spinoff to the Bad boys series is finally here, the Dark Princess Saga begins with Hatter and Alice’s daughter…

Rumors abound in Wonderland, of a dark princess named Chrysalis who bears the Moon’s curse. Her beauty is beyond compare, and her madnessÖ even greater than her fatherís, The Hatter. Death follows wherever she roams, and Danikaófairy godmother of all villainsóknows this task is too great for her to handle on her own. She has no choice but to seek out the one they call Huntsman, his mission is simple: Find the creature, and destroy it.

But nothing is ever so simple in Kingdom. The moment the hunter Aeric steps foot in the mad, twisted realm he’s enveloped in a reality that is neither wholly true nor fantasy. The key, the Cheshire explains, to ending the madness is for one to become mad themselves. The Huntsman has one chance to figure out the riddle before the beauty destroys them allÖ

The rustling of leaves sounded like the rattling of dry bones. Treesótheir trunks twisted and distorted from the magic imbued within the very soil of Wonderlandóreached long, gnarly branches out toward Danika.

The stars shone a brilliant silver, winking from within the navy blue sky. A sickle shaped smile of sharp teeth gleamed from inside shadow and somewhere a voice howled. The haunting sound raised goose bumps on her arms and the fine hairs on the back of her neck.
She flew within the shelter of a hollow, staring at the ground below littered with the twisted, distorted bodies of sightless carcasses. Hundreds of dead animals, with limbs torn off and throats ripped open. A brutal slaughter that brought tears to her eyes.

Itíd been eighteen years since sheíd married off the last of her Bad Five, eighteen years of peace and quiet, eighteen years of being lulled into a false sense that all was well within her world.

But all was not well. Sheíd suspected this time was coming, had seen a glimpse of the future first time sheíd laid eyes on the child. Danika had tried to deny it, tried to wish it away, to hope that desire could stop reality.

Her heart bled to hear the sounds of the lonely, constant cries shuddering through the woods. The teeth returned, floating right in front of her face.

ìCheshire?î Dragonfly wings buzzed softly behind her back.

A face materialized around the teeth, a ghostly distortion of fur and stripes. Then a body followed suit, until finally, a fluffy tabby stared back at her with eyes the color of an inkwell.

ìGodmother?î His lazy drawl echoed with laughter. ìWhat are you doing in my woods?î
She scoffed. ìYour woods. You wish you fat alley cat. These woods belong to the Hatter.î
Cheshire did a strange rolling shoulder lift while he licked his paw. Danika shook her head, much as she loved Hatter, his woods were one she rarely visited and dreaded staying inside of for too long. The sensuous curl of white fog wrapped itself around the catís body, as if he were readying to vanish into the ether once again.

She may not like the cat, but she preferred his company to being alone in this warped portion of Kingdom.

ìHave you seen the creature?î she asked quietly, heart thumping loudly as she strained to hear every creak, groan, and whistle surrounding them.

ìMmmm. I have,î he purred, long and loud and low, the rumbling vibrations of it causing his fur to stir and fluff. ìBeautiful madness.î

ìWhere is it?î She hugged her arms to her chest, the howls had stopped, which meant it could now be anywhere. She wanted to leave, wanted to leave now.
ìIt? You mean she. Do you not?î

She closed her eyes. To think of it as anything other than an it would make this task impossible. Oh goddess, this wasnít supposed to happen. Not to Alice and Hatter, theyíd gone through so much, this shouldnít have happened. How she wished she had Miriamís wise guidance once again, her truest and best friend would have known what to do, how to fix this.

ìI meant exactly what I said. Where did you see it last?î She lifted her chin, voice stern, refusing to allow an ounce of sympathy to leak into her words.

His smile stretched from ear to ear, full of nothing but sharp, little teeth that made him look frighteningly macabre. An impossibly long tongue licked at the fur around his eyes.
ìSilver girds her loins, fire ripples at her feet.î

Marie loves books that make you think, or feel something. Preferably both. And while sheís a total girly girl and loves glitter and rainbows, sheís just as happy when sheís writing about the dark underbelly of society. Well, if things like zombies, and vampires, and werewolves, and mermaids existed. (Although she has it on good authority that mermaids do in fact exist, because the internet told her so.)

Sheís married to the love of her life, a sexy beast of a caveman who likes to refer to himself as Big Hunk. She has two awesome kids, lives in Hawaii, loves cooking and occasionally has been known to crochet.

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Book Review: Keep Me by Faith Andrews

February 7, 2014March 9, 2014Leave a comment

4 Stars

BLURB:

Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of his adolescent fantasies into reality.

Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.

You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…

MY REVIEW:

I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Marcus Grayson is your typical everyday man-whore. He likes all women, and with his looks, he doesn’t have to work for it. He especially likes his older sister Riley’s friends and seems to have a little trouble saying “no” to their advances though he has not desire to. It all fun and games and comes with the territory of being a male underwear model. With his face and body plastered in magazines and on billboards, he has a history of one night stands and his future looks just the same, that is until one fantasy from the past walks back into his life.

Tessa Bradley is a young, sexy mother of one adorable little boy. Her ex husband is a complete jerk, who treated her so horribly and deflated her self image and self worth, that when the opportunity to get rid of this scum bag presented itself, Tessa took it and ran all the way to the court house. Looking to start over after a failed marriage and a new baby, Tessa reenters the workforce in hopes for a positive future and leave the past, in the past.

Well, as luck would have it, Tessa runs into Marcus at Starbucks one day. What’s interesting is that Tessa and Riley were close friends back in the day and Marcus was the little brother always hanging around and making her laugh. With a dramatic shock to her libido, Tessa realizes Marcus isn’t so little anymore as her body responds not only to his handsome face, but awesome body. Making her “weak in the knees” and thinking some serious dirty thoughts was only the beginning of this roller-coaster ride.

The intent is to rekindle the friendship, but the connection between them is so hot, the lines are blurring. All it took was a steamy motorcycle ride to break the shield Tessa tried to keep in place. When they get their hands on one another all resistance fails and they plunder into unchartered territory.

“I want you naked. Beneath me. So I can show you what I’ve fantasized about doing to you since I was thirteen f*cking years old….First I want to see all of you. Then I’m going to taste all of you. And then I’m going to f*ck you until you make more of those delicious sounds.”

With words like this how can you keep dry panties?? OMG!!!!!! It’s ok, you can take a minute to freshen up…….lol.

But the problem arises when Marcus history with his older sister’s friends rears it’s ugly head. Riley loves her brother but she doesn’t want to loose another friendship due to his male-whorish ways. And as a good friend and sister she’s oppositional to this love/lust connection. Marcus and Tessa attempt to hide their friends with benefits relationship from Riley, but as their intensity and feelings grow will they continue to deny what’s happening? Tessa is focused on getting back to her old self, but is a relationship with Marcus a good idea. Can she trust him after what she went through in the past? Can Marcus be a one woman man? Can Tessa let go of the past in order to move on and protect her and her son? Just when you think things may work out, Tessa’s past comes full force into her present and threatens everyones future.

Wow!!! I could not put this book down. Then again I can’t pass up a new bad boy, alpha male that’s a jerk, but also swoon worthy. Marcus is an amazing, hot, sexy, dirty talkin, tattoo wearing underwear model that will piss you off and wet your panties all at the same time. Get ready ladies………there’s a new BBF on the market and his name is Marcus Grayson. This is a definite must read!!!!!

Cover Reveal: HOLD ON TIGHT by Serena Bell

February 6, 2014February 5, 2014Leave a comment

A note from author Serena Bell…

Hold on Tight, my June release, is all about secrets. Mira Shipley’s secret baby, the one she conceived with army Ranger Jake Taylor before he vanished for eight years. The secrets Jake keeps from Mira even once he’s home from war, emotionally battered and physically injured. And the biggest secret of all—the one they’re both keeping—how strong their feelings are, and how fast they’re falling for each other.

So I figured it was time to let one secret out of the bag: Hold on Tight’s fabulous cover. Without further ado, here’s the first peek at Mira and Jake:

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Hold on Tight by Serena Bell

A Loveswept Contemporary Romance

On Sale June 17, 2014

In Serena Bell’s heartwarming novel, a young mother and a battle-scarred veteran must decide if they can rekindle the sparks they once shared.

Fighting for his country gave Jake Taylor’s life shape and meaning. Now as an injured war hero he struggles to find purpose, until he runs into the gorgeous woman he dated briefly—and disastrously—before being deployed eight years ago. Turns out Jake doesn’t just need to figure out how to be a civilian . . . he also needs to learn how to be a dad.

Eighteen, pregnant, and totally lost, Mira Shipley couldn’t track down the soldier who fathered her child, so she put college on hold and focused on making a good life for her son. Now she’s determined to be something more than Sam’s mom, her parents’ daughter, or Jake’s girl—as hot as she finds her old flame’s take-charge attitude in and out of bed. Soon Mira and Jake realize that their passion didn’t disappear when Sam was conceived—and that instead of running away, sometimes it’s better to hold on tight.

ABOUT SERENA BELL

Serena Bell writes stories about how sex messes with your head, why smart people sometimes do stupid things, and how love can make it all better. She wrote her first steamy romance before she was old enough to understand what all the words meant and has been perfecting the art of hiding pages and screens from curious eyes ever since—a skill that’s particularly useful now that she’s the mother of two school-aged children.

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: The Prince of Punk Rock by Jenna Galicki

February 4, 2014February 5, 2014Leave a comment

Title: The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars #1)

Author: Jenna Galicki

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: March 1, 2014

Cover Designer: Taria Reed Cover Artist

Hosted by: Between the Sheets Promotions

Synopsis

I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It’s our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

Tommy Blade is a man with a secret. It’s a secret he only shares with one person, Jessi Blade – and the men he surrenders to in the bedroom. Her only condition to their tumultuous sex life is that these men are one night stands. But when Angel Garcia enters his life, it’s like a match to gasoline.

Mega-talented punk rock singer Angel Garcia, with his smoldering ebony eyes, tight leather pants and unstoppable stage presence, is a man who is use to getting what he wants. He has his eyes set on Tommy Blade as his new lead guitarist, and as his life partner.

Jessi Blade, sympathetic to her husband’s bisexual needs, loves him enough to share him, but she never counted on Angel Garcia to test the threshold of her marriage. He makes her life hell . . . and heaven. He’s her damnation and her salvation. She wants to hate him. She wants to despise him. But, his charm and raw sex appeal are impossible to resist. Without warning, she finds herself falling in love with her husband’s gay lover.

At the height of it all, their punk rock band catapults to stardom.

Their lives are marred by secrecy, deception and sacrifice. Feelings of betrayal, backlash from the sensationalistic media and threats of blackmail send them down a hard road filled with tough decisions.

They aren’t your ordinary rock stars. They’re radical rock stars. And they have a big story to tell.

Excerpts

Excerpt #1

The faces changed since the last time he was there, but the intention was still the same. It wasn’t a place to socialize or partake in camaraderie or drop in for a drink on your way home. It was meeting place for men interested in casual sex. The backroom served as a shanty for a quick encounter. You could stop in, get your rocks off and be on your way in half an hour. It was a smorgasbord of testosterone, a buffet of muscle and beefcake.

Men flocked around him as soon as he walked through the door. They always did. A guy once told him that it was the mixture of his rugged jaw and strong upper body, offset by the innocence of his big blue eyes that made him so attractive. The ladies always said it was his long blond hair and the guitar.

Excerpt #2

He played for Jessi. He always did, and it made her feel like a queen. He sat back on his knees, nodded at her and they shared a smile. The spotlight was on the two of them as he rattled of the intricate guitar solo, and she felt every pair of eyes gravitate toward her. Gooseflesh rose on her arms and the pitter-patter of her heart made her feel like a teenager. She needed to cover her lips with her fingertips in order to suppress the jubilant emotions that bubbled up inside her. Every time he played for her, it felt like the first time.

About the Author

Jenna Galicki, Author of Adult Contemporary Romance

Jenna Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God’s Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and three dogs. She’s a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. Elaborate stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she’s not hunched over a computer breathing life to these strong souls through the written word, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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Additional books by Jenna

Jealousy

Hailed as a modern day ‘Will & Grace’ meets ‘Sex & the City’. Two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other. It blends genres, in that it has both m/f and m/m romance. It introduces the reader to m/m romance, in a way that is tender, touching and loving.

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Book Release & Giveaway: UNEXPECTED (Unexpected #1) by Amity Cross

February 3, 2014February 5, 2014Leave a comment

Title: Unexpected (Unexpected #1)

Author: Amity Cross

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2014

Hosted by: Between the Sheets Promotions

Synopsis

Blair is looking for an escape.

West is looking for a connection.

One down and out woman. One isolated rock star. Life at the top is lonely, but so is life at the bottom.

Blair is just looking for someone to take the edge off her crappy life. Dull the pain, breathe a little life into her neglected body. A chance meeting at a bar leads to a night of passion. No names, no personal details. Just sex.
Well, it wasn’t personal until she sees the guy standing on a stage ten meters in front of her. How the hell didn’t she realize that the guy who blew her mind is the guitarist out of that dirty rock’n’roll band, Affliction? And why is he chasing her down the street? And how does he know her name?

Sometimes you find the things you didn’t even know you were looking for in the most unexpected places.

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About the Author

Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.

I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.

I live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.

Insert more pretentious c**p here.

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: RUBY LIPS by Autumn Karr & Sienna Lane

February 2, 2014February 5, 2014Leave a comment

Title: Ruby Lips

Authors: Autumn Karr & Sienna Lane

Genre: Contemporary Romance (Standalone)

Expected Release Date: Late 2014

Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs

Hosted by: Between the Sheets Promotions

Synopsis

Eva Rouge.
Blonde and blue eyed.
Shy and naive.
Sensual and sexy.
A porn star.

❊❊❊

Mateo Reyes.
Just passing through.
Until he sees something he wants.
The girl next door, Ruby O’Conner.

She shares her body, but not her heart. He wants it all.

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Cover Reveal & GIVEAWAY: Breaking Kate by D. Kelly

February 1, 2014January 30, 2014Leave a comment

Title: Breaking Kate (Book 1 of The Acceptance Series)

Author: D. Kelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: March 25, 2014

Cover Designer: Mae I Design and Photography

Synopsis

Michael Matthews has been in love with Katherine Moore since the second grade. In Michaels mind there is absolutely nothing that will ever be able to keep the two of them apart. The night Michael is set to propose to Katherine the evening is interrupted by an unexpected tragedy that tears the two of them apart for good.

Three years have passed since that fateful night when Katherine, now known as Kate meets Daniel. After an awkward start sparks fly between them. Daniel and Kate fall hard and fast into the most passionate and intense love affair of their lives. In three years a lot can change, Michael knows he made the biggest mistake of his life when he left Katherine and he will do anything to get her back. Asking his best friend Daniel for help is his first step in righting the wrongs he made so many years ago. Unfortunately, neither of them realizes that Michaels long lost love Katherine is Daniel’s true love Kate.

While attending the engagement party of a mutual friend, all of their paths collide. How is Kate supposed to choose between the two men that mean the most to her in the world? Kate has to push past her heartache and put some serious thought into what comes next. One wrong choice and not only could she lose them both but Daniel and Michael may never recover their friendship.

Teaser

“There’s no doubt in my mind, Kate, that this is going to be a very long term relationship. You are mine in every sense of the word. I want to—no, rephrase that—I need to own you, body and soul, but even more than that, I want you to own me body and soul. You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of before I fall asleep at night. I don’t care that this is fast, Kate, because fast or not this is fucking right; I feel it in my core. You are the other half of my soul and I don’t care who knows it or who judges it. In the end, all that matters is you and me.”

About the Author

I’m a wife, a mom and a dog lover. I’m also a taxi, problem fixer, extreme multi-tasker and my kids biggest fan in anything that they do. I love to write, so when my career suddenly turned into a job that I hated, I turned back to my love of writing. I married my high school sweetheart… how cool is that? Margaritas and sarcasm make me happy. Chocolate makes that happiness grow exponentially. People who make me laugh are my favorite kind of people. I believe Karma is a bitch who slaps back hard and that mean people suck. I’m California born and raised, I love the beach but hate the sand. Breaking Kate is my first novel and is part of The Acceptance Series.

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Book Release & Cover Reveal & GIVEAWAY: Play Me by Alla Kar

January 31, 2014February 1, 2014Leave a comment

Title: Play Me (Love Me #2)

Author: Alla Kar

Release Date: January 31, 2014

Genre: Contemporary New Adult

Series: Love Me Series (can be read as a Standalone)

Cover Photographer: Lindee Robinson Photography

Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions

Buy the Book: Amazon US – Amazon UK

Synopsis

She’s his best play yet …

ROXANNE DEEDS thinks she’s far enough away from her past that her demons can’t come back to haunt her. With only one year left of college, everything looks like it’s falling into place—until Southern Arkansas University’s drool-worthy football running back crashes into her with no intention of letting go.

WESTON GARRISON knows two things in life. Sex and football. And he doesn’t plan on changing anytime soon—until he tears his hamstring a week before his first game, and his trainer is the one woman that he can’t seem to get enough of.

When Roxy’s past catches up to them, will their love be enough to save them both?

Excerpt

My fingers curl around the knob and I open it an inch. A soft sigh escapes my lips. Weston. “What are you doin’ here?”

Weston runs his fingers through his hair and kicks the door open with his good foot. Both arms cross over his chest as he leans against the doorjamb. “That depends on if you let me in or not.”

Why is he here? Heat swarms my cheeks remembering everything we just done in that bathroom. Could he embarrass me anymore? “Why would I let you inside? It’s in the middle of the night.” I give him a good once over. “And you’re drunk.”

He reaches down and digs into his front pocket. He pulls out my cellphone and dangles it in front of my face by two fingers. “This is the reason you’d let me inside.”

What? I slap my palms against my pajama shorts and realize I really don’t have my phone. Dammit. Weston hums underneath his breath as he brings my phone closer to his face. “Looks like someone has a new text message.”

“Give it back, Weston.”

The edge of his mouth pulls up slightly. “Let me inside and I will.”

“Why? What’s in here that isn’t out there?”

Something passes over his face that I can’t pinpoint. “Let me inside, Roxanne.”

I felt that in-between my legs. That word slipping from that mouth is more than I can take. Keeping my eyes on his, I take a step backwards while opening the door wider for him. Something appetizingly wicked heats in those brown eyes.

With the help of one crutch, he wobbles forward. I watch as he shuts the door and locks it behind him. His gaze rolls over my small apartment and then back to me.

Taking his bottom lip in-between his teeth he places one arm against the wall. “Is he here?”

What? Who? Leaning closer he presses his cheek against my own. “Is he here?”

“Is who here?”

A stern grip cups my hip and guides me until I’m pressed against the wall. A strong wisp of alcohol heats my face. He’s definitely been drinking but for some reason he doesn’t seem too drunk. “Don’t play with me,” he whispers against my mouth. Is Blake here?”

Blake? Why would Blake be here? “Weston you’re clearly drunk–“

A groan slips from his clenched teeth and he presses his hand tighter around my hip. “Is he here?”

There is a demanding tone in his voice that makes a side of me quiver. “No.”

Ten rough fingers grip the nape of my neck and force my mouth upward. “Was he here?”

My thighs turn to goop. If he wasn’t pressing himself against me I’d probably fall. “No,” I whimper out.

Lowering his mouth to my ear, he breathes in. “Did he kiss you?”

I bite my lip and close my eyes. I’m burning up … everywhere. A hard weight is pressing against my lower stomach and it is slowly eating me alive. I don’t lie. And it’s mostly because I want to see his reaction. This aggressiveness is searing underneath my skin. I want it. “Yes, what’s it to you?”

There is a few short moments of silence. All I hear is his harsh breathing against my ear. Then he laughs. It’s a low chuckle that sets that fire ablaze inside of me. The hand on my hip lowers to cup my ass and the other slides up my throat to gently grip my neck. “You like him, Roxanne? You like the way he talks to you? The way he touches you?”

Anger rushes my throat and a painful lump beings to grow. Tilting my chin upward, I stare up at him. Those brown eyes bore into me and then lowering toward my lips. “Yes.”

Something wild darkens his eyes. He laughs beneath his breathe and presses the palm of his thumb against my bottom lip. “Does he touch you like this?” he whispers against my mouth. He squeezes my ass and presses me harder into him. And I feel exactly how excited he is pressed firmly against my stomach.

The truth is no one has ever made me feel this alive. Hormones that I haven’t felt in years are raging inside of me. “Answer me,” he hisses through his teeth.

No, he doesn’t.

Weston’s teeth grazes my bottom lip before he gently bites down. All my fingers clench into his biceps. “You’re drunk,” I whisper.

I can feel his growl surge through me. “Does it look like I’m fuckin’ drunk, Roxanne. Stop avoiding the goddamn question. Let me fuckin’ have you.”

Let me fuckin’ have you. Grabbing my back he pulls me closer so he can bury his face into my neck. My core is throbbing. I need this release. I need this friction.

“No, he doesn’t,” I whisper.

Weston squeezes me tighter and brings his lips to mine. “I didn’t think so.”

He watches me through hooded eyes while he drags the tip of his finger to the drop in the front of my shirt. Arching my back, I press my chest against him. My tender nipples rub against his hard chest and it makes my head dizzy. “I’m goin’ to show you how you’re supposed to feel when you kiss.”

God, I can’t think straight. Every atom in me is driving me toward him. Begging me to strip him out of those clothes and let him have his way with me. But everything is spinning in my mind. Ryan and Maddox. Weston’s reputation. One night wouldn’t hurt though, right? Just one night. But would one night be enough? Weston’s lips are hovering over mine as if he’s waiting on me to kiss him. To make the first move. I can already tell that there is no way one night will be enough. Those large hands. That full mouth. Tattoos and muscles. Can anyone say no to him?

About the Author

Alla Kar is from the Deep South. She lives there with her husband, feisty Chihuahua and Pit-bull puppy. She loves YouTube, Hulu, alpha males, southern gentlemen and everything new adult.

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Book Release & GIVEAWAY: Love, Chocolate, and Beer by Violet Duke

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Title: Love, Chocolate and Beer (Cactus Creek #1)

Author: Violet Duke

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 30, 2014

Series: Cactus Creek

Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions

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Synopsis

Romance has met its most unlikely match-up…

Luke Bradford is a chocolatier on a mission. After moving his chocolate shop, and newly single life, to the quirky town of Cactus Creek, Luke wants nothing more than to devote all his energy into making his business a success—by taking the romance market by storm. But his grand plans get thrown for a loop when he locks horns with the feisty beer-brewing beauty next door who calls his ‘romantic idealism’ a load of fairytale bull. Soon, driving the woman sparking nuts becomes another wickedly fun priority he simply can’t get enough of.

In his defense, she’s addictively easy to incite…and plain impossible to resist.

Beloved local brewmaster Dani Dobson is beyond riled up. It’s bad enough the new shop owner in town comes locked and loaded with both a distractingly rugged charm and sexy flashing dimples, but the whole only-in-the-movies variety of romance he’s selling—the kind her world has been crushed by before—is really doing a number on her allergy to unrealistic clichés. What’s worse, he’s created an annoyingly clever ad campaign that dubs ‘beer joints’ like hers as the “cave where romance goes to hibernate.” The nerve of that man.

Combustible chemistry or not, damn it, this means war. The stakes…very likely, her heart.

Excerpt

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, you ass!”

“I wasn’t laughing. I was smiling.” The glare Dani shot him could’ve leveled a city.

His hand halted an inch from sliding into her hair again, or rather, an inch from her now fully visible teeth. “Why do I get the feeling biting a hunk of flesh out of me wouldn’t be beneath you”—Luke blinked, fascinated—“Did you just growl at me?”

While he was now showing her the same caution one would a feral cat, his heated gaze said he found her ferocity inexplicably sexy. “Yes, I was smiling about your drought; so sue me. I like the thought of you not remembering any kisses but mine.” His eyes roamed her face. “To hell with it, I don’t need all ten fingers…” He caressed her cheek and she felt her eyelids drift closed at the touch.

“Dani, you in there?” bellowed Javier, one of her cooks from the kitchen. “Can you bring out the—” His severed request morphed into a muffled howl, a high octave just below soprano. “Never mind,” he reneged in a squeaking gasp of male agony shortly after.

Dani winced, recognizing the audible footprint of Xoey’s handiwork. The mental image of Xoey de-balling poor Javier threw Dani back to the here and now. As reality rushed in, she could once again hear the bar noises sifting in under the door, smell the savory aromas from the grill, and see—even in the semi-darkness—that she’d been minutes from rounding a few of the bases with a perfect stranger.

Avoiding his eyes, she fiddled with her bar apron. “I should probably get back to work.”

“Right, of course.” He stood and helped her up. “Sorry, I never lose my head like that. Not sure what’s up with me…huh, that sounded a lot dirtier than I intended—” He stopped and grinned when a ripple of amusement tinkled past her lips.

She couldn’t help but chuckle. This was fun; he was fun.

As she rolled the liquor cart to the door, Dani racked her brain for a sexy comeback to keep the banter going. Not exactly her forte.

Luckily, she was saved from making a conversational ass out of herself when he abruptly stepped in front of the cart and said, “I know you have to get back out to the bar but I’ll never forgive myself if I let you walk out this door without getting you to agree to have dinner with me.”

He cringed in sheepish male hindsight. “Though I’d probably settle for at least getting your name.”

Right, names. Or the lack there of, in their case. The whole reason she’d stopped kissing him to begin with. She stuck an awkward hand out in belated greeting. “My name’s Danica. But everyone calls me Dani.”

He intertwined his fingers with hers and drew her in close, turning an awkward moment into an insanely sexy one in a few seconds flat. Lowering his head slowly as if to give her a chance to say no, he laid a soft, barely there kiss on her lips when she didn’t.

“Nice to meet you, Dani.” His two dimples flashed as he said her name. “I’m Luke.”

Their magical, movie soundtrack moment was interrupted, however, by a dread-filled, hushed voice on the other side of the door. “Dani?” Javier’s whisper was tinted with panic. “I’m really sorry but we need to get more coriander.” A low murmur joined his. “And cooking tequila too.”

Dani screwed her eyes closed in embarrassment and called out, “I’ll bring them out, guys.”

She was barely through her sentence when she heard the two of them scrambling away from the door. There was definite cursing in Spanish. Along with some praying.

The sound of lethal pointy-toe boots stomping after them was the obvious reason why.

“I really ought to get out there,” she groan-laughed. “Cooking with one hand while protecting their crotch from Xoey’s wrath probably isn’t all that safe. Or sanitary.”

“As a protective guardian of the same anatomy, and an avid non-fan of any variety of jockstrap cuisine, you have my sincere appreciation.” His earnest look caused another round of mirth to unwind through her. “Just so we’re clear,” he added quickly, “you do know a kiss after a dinner invite is a universal ironclad yes, right?” His tone was matter-of-fact, his eyes adorably optimistic.

“That so?” She let loose a grin and tossed out, “Did I agree to anything else?”

“Just a few other things I won’t be able to stop thinking about until our date,” he teased right back.

She stared at him for exactly one missed heartbeat before that whole bout of temporary insanity she’d been worrying about earlier flared up and caused her to do the most un-Dani thing ever.

She tackled him.

Well, she sort of just pushed him back into the storage room but in her mind it had been far more primitive. Hands on the ridges of his torso, she tugged him in for one final kiss.

And released him a long minute later with a whispered, “I’ll be thinking about those things too,” as she basically floated to the door.

“Jesus Christ.” Luke’s tortured breath trailed close behind her.

By the feel of the rustling at the small of her back, he was attempting to adjust the fit of his jeans. When that resulted in apparent failure, he muttered in her ear, “You had to wait till after I finally got my soldiers to stand down from earlier, didn’t you?”

If there was a complaint in there somewhere, it was altogether undetectable.

And Dani was entirely unrepentant.

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Blog Tour & Book Review: Sparks by RS MCcoy

January 30, 2014Leave a comment

3 Stars

Sparks by RS McCoy

New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Blurb:

“Everyone
in the world has a spark, a light inside that guides them, keeps them alive.”

Myxini
School for Children specializes in training young men and women who have
powerful sparks. Strikers are taught to manipulate fire. Trackers learn to find
animals in the most formidable terrains. Handlers are instructed in
communication with large predators. But forty years have passed since the last
time they had a Reader – a student with the ability to read minds.

When Lark
Davies enrolls at Myxini, he knows there aren’t many like him, but he doesn’t
realize just how rare his abilities really are. He thinks nothing of being
asked to keep his spark a secret; after all, he can barely control it. Thoughts
and emotions flood unbidden into his mind until he can scarcely walk or hold a
conversation. But just when he needs it most, his ability fails him.

Larks meets
Khea, a small frightened girl who mysteriously insights his protective nature.
He has no explanation for the curious strength of their relationship, and it
doesn’t help that she is one of the few people in the world whose thoughts
can’t be read. As he struggles to get to the root of their unique bond, Lark
begins to unravel more power than even his mentor expected, but in the process
makes himself a target to political leaders eager to take control.

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Teaser:

Wearing only my loose brown pants, I crawled into the most
comfortable bed I had ever known and sank into the soft down pillows. I had just
started to drift off when I heard a knock at the door. I’m going to kill Avis.

“What do you-“ I started until I realized it wasn’t Avis. It
was a stunning blonde with blue eyes. Khea.

“I’m sorry to wake you. I just- I had to see you.” Her arms
moved to wrap around my waist and hold me tight as I questioned if I was really
sleeping or not.

“Uh, do you want to come in?” We both knew the rules about being in someone else’s
room after hours, so I pulled her in and sat down on the edge of the bed, still
a little surprised she was there.

In the dim light her hair looked a little darker, but her
face was still sweet and there was no denying that the last two years had done
her well. Who would have thought such a beautiful young woman would come from
that skinny little girl in Lagodon?

“How’d you know I was back?” I asked her, trying to appear
less tired or shocked than I was.

“A friend told me.”

“I didn’t think you-“ Cared? It wasn’t the right word, but I
was beyond amazed that she was interested in my whereabouts. I hadn’t seen her
since that night at the Moonwater and it had changed everything for me since
then. But for her, I wasn’t aware that she had been affected in any way.

“Ride with me tomorrow?”

“Uh, yea, of course.” It was a struggle to cover how little
I wanted to wait. I would have given anything to have her stay.

A wide smile erupted across her sweet lips as she said, “meet
me at the lake at noon.” With a lingering kiss on my cheek, she walked back
through the door and disappeared into the dark stone corridor.

What just happened?
I hadn’t seen her in person in years, and we were hardly close before that. And
now she arrived in my room in the middle of the night and kissed me on the
cheek. Was it a kiss like a friend would give another? Or more? I couldn’t make
any sense of it, but there was only thing I was sure of. I would be at the lake
at noon if it was the last thing I did.

MY REVIEW:

This book was a struggle initially for me as I was trying to get into the story. I didn’t necessarily get the OMG I can’t put this book down, but I did find myself still reading as there were questions in my head that needed to be answered from the beginning. The biggest one was “Where the hell are they going?” lol I know this question seems insignificant, but if you decided to read this novel, you will understand why that was my question. There were points in the book where i wished the author would have spent more time giving details or laying the foundation. Some of the book felt really rushed as though there wasn’t enough time to talk about what was happening and I believe it was because of that notion that someone how I felt cheated as if important points in the story were missing. Lots of the events that happened in the novel all happened so quickly whereas it reduced the probability of the readers truly engaging and enjoying the journey. Overall the story was a decent read and some what easy to follow, and ending was surprisingly better than the beginning of the book. I did enjoy the characters in the story including the bad ones…lol. They had a sort of camaraderie that really help transport the book and made it what it was. Though Lark had my attention, I really liked Khea’s character. I must say, despite the fact that I did struggle reading this book in the beginning, as I continued to read things became more of an element of surprise. Remember my question that initially kept me reading? The author did have a way of making me feel like one of the characters in which I had to take the journey to the school with them, with absolutely no idea of what was going on or what to expect. If you like fantasy then this is a good book to read.

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: Keep Me by Faith Andrews

January 28, 2014January 27, 2014Leave a comment

Title: Keep Me

Author: Faith Andrews

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: January 28^th 2014

Hosted by: Truly Schmexy Productions

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Synopsis:

You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…

Chapter 1

Marcus

I, Marcus Grayson, am a man-whore.

How did I know this?

“Marcus M. Grayson, you’re a man-whore!”

See what I mean?

My sister, Riley, shrieked through the house, searching for me. I knew it was only a matter of time before she chewed me out for this one. I may have taken it too far with Fiona, but she was asking for it—practically begging for it even. She wanted me—a lot more than I wanted her—but who was I to deprive an attractive, horny woman of what she so obviously desired?

Even if she was a married woman.

Oops.

“Marcus, where the hell are you? I’m going to wring your tattooed neck when I get my hands— ” Her voice grew closer as she neared my hiding spot behind the couch in the living room. “There you are!”

I couldn’t hide forever. “Hey, Ry. Where’s the fire?” The innocent act was so not going to work this time. Her ears could have been smokestacks; big, steaming clouds billowing out with rage.

“Cut the shit, Marcus. You crossed the line this time. What were you thinking? Fiona just got married three months ago! Her marriage is going to be over. Her husband’s gonna kick your ass.” Her hard-ass, reprimanding, mom-like demeanor faded for a second as she smiled in amusement over her last remark.

“Yeah, I’d like to see him try. Besides, it couldn’t have been much of a marriage. . . the girl had her hands in my pants during dinner, Ry. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not fuck her. That’s what you were supposed to do. Stay away. Think with the head on your shoulders, for once! Jesus, Marcus! She’s my friend. Well, she was. Now she’s never gonna talk to me again.”

I’d seen this look one too many times. I didn’t mean to do it—over and over again—but I couldn’t help it if all of her friends were needy sluts.

“I’m sorry, Ry. I really am, but. . . ”

“Don’t apologize to me. You should call Fiona and apologize to her.”

“Apologize my ass! She’s a grown woman who was fondling my goods during her main course. I’m just a man-whore, remember? I gotta live up to my reputation.”

“Well, you’re doing a pretty damn good job of that.”

And this is how it goes. Every time Riley brought me out with her and her friends, it ended the same way. It wasn’t even fun anymore. It was predictable. The result was always the same—a one-nighter with a girl who would go into hiding or lose my sister’s number afterwards. Or worse, hound her for mine, wanting another go at it or the chance to tame me and drag me into a relationship.

It was never going to happen. Period. End of story. I didn’t want that. I was content with my whoredom and that I had a new face to wake up to at least three times a week. And my sister was a glutton for punishment for repeating the same foolish behavior, time and time again.

I loved that we were close. Hell, she was my best friend, but she should have known by now that if she brought me around there was a one hundred and ten percent chance that I was going to sample the merchandise. And I loved me some merch.

Man-whore had been my title for a while. But, of course, it wasn’t always that way. Every guy like me has to start out somewhere, and by somewhere, I mean nowhere. There was a time when I was just some geeky, pre-teen virgin, eyeing the merch with no chance for even the teensiest sample. Those girls didn’t know it, but at thirteen their eighteen-year-old bodies were better than any Playboy magazine or Spice flick. These girls were the real deal—the girl next door types, the seemingly innocent beauties, teenagers blossoming into women right before my very eager eyes.

I had no shot in hell with those girls. I was an idiot to think I did, but even back then I had what all my sister’s friends would call “the cute factor.” The charisma to command a room and make myself memorable. I was the adorable, funny, younger brother who hung around to entertain them while they were getting ready to go out on the prowl for the men who would be getting samples, or the whole damn cow for all I knew. They would pinch my cheeks as they walked out the door in their skintight jeans and skimpy, cleavage-showing tank tops, always laughing at the skit I’d performed to keep them around my kitchen table long enough to muster up a fantasy for that particular lonely night.

My sister was to blame. It was all her damn fault. She was flaunting her friends in front of me like dangling a fresh, fleshy carcass for a starving lion. I could have stayed young and innocent a lot longer if it weren’t for those girl-women traipsing around my house night after night.

Riley snapped me back to the present with one of her favorite redundancies. “What am I going to do with you, Marcus?” Noble older sister strikes again.

What was I supposed to tell her? I had no intention of changing my ways anytime soon. What was that expression? If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. “Don’t worry about me, sis. Worry about Fiona. Such a sin. She was a hot piece of ass.”

I ducked, avoiding the waste-of-money accent pillow she convinced me to get, flying towards my head. “You’re gross. You know that?”

“That’s not what she said.” My eyebrows did a silly dance above my eyes. Getting under her skin was so amusing.

“Seriously, Marcus. You think you’ll ever settle down? Dad worries about you. I worry about you. This is going to get old soon.”

Really? I couldn’t imagine any of it getting old. Not the thrill of the chase—not like they ever really made me chase them. Not the sheer delight in knowing I didn’t have to answer to anyone or wonder about their feelings. There were no feelings involved with one night stands. And they knew that’s what I was. Marcus Grayson, Bachelor for Life. I loved the ring to that. Maybe I should get cards made up.

“How many times, Ry? You’re like a broken freaking record. I don’t want what you want.” She wanted the knight in shining armor and the fairytale. I was content with everything on the other side of the pretentious castle. I was the Big Bad Wolf to Riley’s Red Riding Hood.

“Besides, I’m too shallow and I can’t think past five minutes from now. Who’s going to put up with that, huh?”

She eyed me sympathetically, a reaction I’d never understood. What the hell was there to be sympathetic about? I wanted this!

“There’s a lid for every pot. Alls I’m sayin’.”

Blah, blah, blah. That was chicks. That was what I was trying to avoid. I didn’t mind the women if it was my sister or. . . my mom. But unless they were riding me or letting me ride them, I had no use for the depth of a woman. Too complicated. Too complex. I was the complete antithesis. . .simple. I had to get Riley off this save-Marcus train. There was nothing worse than trying to convince the inconvincible. A change in subject was needed. “So. . .Sunday dinner with Dad?”

“Yup. He’s been nagging me all week.” She stopped to do her best impression of our grumpy, lonely father. “‘Make sure you tell that brother of yours. Who sees him anymore?’ You know, I’m tired of making excuses for you, Marcus. You need to make more appearances. He needs you. You were always his buddy. Mine was Mom.”

God, I’d rather she ream me out for sleeping around than make me look at her face when she spoke about Mom. It’d be four years soon, but Riley still held on to it like it happened yesterday. Her eyes welled up, telling me she was on the verge of bawling.

Instinctively, I pulled her close, one arm around her fragile shoulders. “I know. It sucks. I miss her too, but don’t do this now. She wouldn’t want you crying over her, she’d want you to rip deeper into me for screwing up your friendship. . .”

She lifted her drooped head, smacking her tongue with an audible tsk. When she slapped my hand away, I knew my work was done. “It’s always about you. That modeling gig is going to your head, little bro. Time for a change.”

Another thing I had no intention of changing. My agent called me day in and day out with bookings. When I was up to no good as a kid, my mom used to tell me I was lucky I was cute. She also used to say that I wouldn’t get by solely on my good looks. Turns out my mom was wrong about that part. I made a damn good living off my looks and had no problem showing off the goods for the right people. Hell, I showed off my goods for a lot of the wrong people too. But it was all good. Plus, the money was sick.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Ry? You’re bad for my ego.”

“Exactly! Maybe I should hang around all day and deflate it for you.”

As much as I loved the idea of chilling with Riley, I had shit to take care of. And by shit I meant figuring out which club to hit tonight. Beck was free and I hadn’t seen him in a while. He’d met a girl and things were getting serious, which meant the party was over. Beck had obviously missed the bros before hos memo. Funny, because he was a reformed player himself. His new woman had such a tight grip on his ball sack he was starting to sound like Mariah Carey and her obnoxious screeching every time he spoke.

“I’m beat. I’ll see you Sunday.” There was no need to elaborate. Riley knew I was a man of few words.

She turned to leave, grabbing her ridiculously large bag from my sofa.

“I really am sorry about Fiona. I didn’t mean to make it your problem.”

As she heaved the bag over her shoulder, I had to wonder how her posture remained so perfect, toting around baggage like that. How many tampons did a girl have to carry along with her anyway?

“It’s okay. It wasn’t entirely your fault. But I’m not bringing the good ones around you anymore.”

I picked up the pillow she’d flung at me and tossed it back at her, whacking her in the back of her head. “Oh, good! Bring the bad ones my way. They’re always more fun!”

“Goodbye, Marcus!” She sang as she left my apartment.

I laughed as I heard the door slam shut behind her. I’d kill any guy who treated her the way I treated women. She deserved so much better than a prick like me. She was just like Mom: caring, compassionate, warm, selfless. She took over Mom’s role even in her own grief, making sure Dad and I were looked after, fed, clean, happy. She was going to be a great mother herself one day—she just needed to find the right guy. He was out there somewhere and I almost wish I could find him for her, but hanging out in the places I did, with the people I did. . .the guy for her didn’t lurk amongst my lifestyle. Guys deserving of her were nothing like me.

About the Author:

Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .

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Cover Reveal: Until Lilly by Aurora Rose Reynolds

January 27, 20141 Comment

Title: Until Lilly (Until #3)

Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds

Expected Release Date: March 5, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

When Cash Mayson was forced to choose between the love of his life and his unborn child, he knew exactly what he had to do. No matter how broken it left him.

When Lilly Donovan was forced to accept that the guy she loved wasn’t who she thought he was and became a single mother, she knew exactly what she had to do. Proving just how strong she was.

What happens when years later you find out that everything you thought you knew was a lie?

Can two people who once loved each other overcome the obstacles that are thrown at them and fall in love all over again?

Cash Mayson had forgotten how it felt to be loved Until Lilly came back into his life. And now that he remembers, he will do everything within his power to keep not only the woman that he loves, but also his children.

The power of love is a beautiful thing.

About the Author

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat whose husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires its beauty.