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Thursday, 19 October 2017

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: Rewrite by Stephanie Rose!

   “This place is amazing, Josh.”
   My chest swelled with pride as Brianna’s widened eyes darted around the shop. Maybe it wasn’t really my place, but Uncle Billy trusted me enough to run it on my own. I hired the employees, handled the books, and met with customers. He depended on me instead of waiting for me to fuck up. The local troublemaker came back and made good, but that wasn’t such an easy sell for everyone. Good thing I didn’t give a shit about everyone. The only opinion that ever mattered stood in front of me, beaming with pride.
   My mouth split in a wide grin. “Thanks. It’s getting there. Hoping things pick up a little after the holidays. No one wants a new bike when there’s an inch of ice on the ground.” I laughed until Brianna’s face fell.
   “Can I ask you something?” She slid into the chair in my office as her lips pursed.
   “Of course.” I leaned my hip against the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. “What’s up, Cupcake?”
   “Did . . . did you really have a new client in Manhattan last week, when you drove me to work?”
   I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Why would you ask that?”
   “Scott and I—” She shook her head and waved her hand. “It’s nothing. Don’t mind me.”
   “No.” I nudged her ankle with my foot. “Let me guess. Scott isn’t too happy about me hanging around so much.” I raised an eyebrow.
   Brianna reluctantly nodded. “It’s a guy thing, I guess.” She chuckled to herself. “They get territorial if someone else tries to play with their toys.” She laughed until she realized what she said and then covered her mouth with her eyes huge. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stand it. “I didn’t mean play, I meant . . .” She dropped her head into her hands, and I couldn’t hold in a laugh anymore.
   “C’mon, Bri. I’m dying to know.” I peeled her fingers away from her face and crouched in front of her. “What did you mean? Scott thinks I want to play with you? Don’t tell him about the GI Joe and Barbie castle we made when we were kids. He’ll flip the fuck out.” Her cheeks flushed as she nudged my shoulder.
   I caught her hand and held it in both of mine. As our gazes locked, laughter stopped. There was no way in hell what I was feeling was only one-sided. I doubted it ever was.
   We didn’t talk about it, but I remembered every moment of that night at my apartment. Brianna rushing over to take care of me, the tortured look on her face when I asked her to get into bed with me. It wasn’t my finest hour, but I needed her. My soul cried out for her that night and she came, like she always did. She may have ignored my wimpy confession, but when she said she loved me, I knew she didn’t mean as only her best friend.
   “Josh,” Brianna pleaded on a whisper. “Don’t, please.”
   “Don’t please what, Bri?” Feeling brazen, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. I ran my thumb along the delicate curve of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered, urging me on. “Don’t touch you?” I let my finger drift over her full bottom lip. “Don’t kiss you?” I whispered with a husky rasp. Our faces were so close, our lips brushed. Brianna’s mouth parted, and I uttered a curse under my breath. We were so damn close. All we had to do was close that distance. Her hand drifted up my shoulder and clutched the back of my neck.
   “Josh,” Brianna sighed as she rested her forehead against mine. “We . . . We can’t.” Her hand drifted down my jaw. Her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks disagreed with the words sputtering from her mouth. I caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. It trembled as she took in a quick gasp.
   “Yes, we can, Bri,” I whispered as I leaned in. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Shit, I almost tasted her. She stilled as I cupped her neck and inched closer.
Once upon a time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after.

But our story was never that simple.

I loved Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later, he was back—and wanting me the way I’d always longed for him. Except now, I belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured that was the end of our story. I couldn’t alter the past.

I didn’t want to rewrite my future.

Brianna was always more than my best friend. She was the shining light in my black hole of an existence, and I loved her with every cell and bone in my body. I wasn’t good enough for her, though—more the villain than the hero in our fairy tale. When I had to leave, I vowed to come back a better man—for her. But when I finally did return, she wasn’t waiting for me anymore. She had someone new, her very own Prince Charming. Did that mean our story was over? I couldn't change our past.

It was time to rewrite our ending.

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Author bio:

Stephanie Rose grew up loving words and making up stories. Being able to share them with readers is her dream come true. This lifelong Bronx girl loves Starbucks, wine and 80s rock. Her voice often gets mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer.
She married her prom date and has a seven-year-old LEGO obsessed son. She believes there is nothing sexier than a good guy who loves with all his heart, and has made it her mission to bring as many as she can to the page.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Rose De Muerte by Natalie Bennett!

Roselynn ‘Rose' Morgue is in love.
That sounds good on the surface, but nothing about Rose’s life is ever simple.

The object of her affection is not only her stalker, he’s also supposed to be dead, and that little fact throws a wrench in her plan to reinvent herself.

You see, Rose is far more twisted than anyone would ever believe, and will do whatever it takes to ensure no one ever finds out the truth about her past. But when a series of murders begin, Rose’s secrets rise to the surface, and one extremely pissed off secret can’t wait for her to get what she deserves.

Bad Sh*t happens.
This book will not entice warm fuzzy feelings.

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Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don't follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate from traditional HEA's.
When she isn't in front of her computer she's spending time with her husband and their three little boys.
Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading.
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Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: Like a Boss [Double Trouble Duet 01] by Liz Matis!

   Lacey Brooks schooled her features to hide her shock. The beast behind the bar couldn’t be Aaron’s twin brother.
   Shaggy. Unkempt. Rough.
   She’d been expecting her boss’ mirror image, not someone who crawled out of the Alaskan bush.
   But as she drew closer she could see there was more than a resemblance underneath the beard and past-the-shoulder length mane.
   Never trust a man with longer hair than you.
   Never trust a man period.
   Keeping his brother a secret from the world was one thing but how had Aaron managed to keep it from her?
   She knew everything about the CEO of King Enterprises. Everything.
   Lacey wasn’t just his assistant, she was his confidant, his therapist, his sometime tennis partner, and his friend. But if he kept this secret, what else was he hiding? Like the reason for the cloak and dagger maneuvers, which he’d dismissed as unimportant.
   Was it a family feud? A scandal?
   Or was Dawson dangerous? A criminal? He certainly looked like it. His icy blue gaze roamed her body as if he owned it, reminding her of Aaron right before he was about to close a deal—a predator. Not a like shark, for they attack on instinct. This was more like a wolf, toying with his prey before sinking his teeth into the neck of its dinner.
   “Lacey, I’d like you to meet my long lost brother, Dawson.”
   “I look forward to working with you, darling.”
   Darling? Ugh.
   That twangy accent? Double ugh.
   The physical makeover would be the easy part. Taming the he-man into a sophisticated owner of a billion dollar corporation in a day would be impossible.

War veteran Dawson Trudeau never expected his estranged identical twin to walk into his bar in Alaska, let alone offer him twenty million dollars to pose as the CEO of King Enterprises while he secretly heads to rehab for thirty days. With dreams of starting a homeless shelter for veterans and locating his retired service dog from Afghanistan, Dawson can’t say no. Then he meets his brother’s sexy assistant and he hopes she can’t say no—some overtime between the sheets.

Lacey Brooks isn’t attracted to her metro-sexual boss, but his rough and ready identical twin is just her type. When lust turns into love, she fears she is betraying the CEO. If she can navigate the family feud to ensure a spot-on impersonation by Dawson, she’ll finally be promoted to VP.

If they can pull off the masquerade, everyone wins. But once the thirty days is over will victory matter if they don’t have each other?

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Author bio:

Liz Matis is a mild-mannered accountant by day and writer of fun, flirty, fiery romances by night.

Playing For Keeps, from her popular fantasy football romances, hit the #12 spot on the Barnes and Noble Nook Bestseller List and #26 on Amazon’s Kindle Bestseller. She has appeared on Amazon’s Movers and Shakers list. Playing For Keeps (winner of the NECRWA First Kiss Contest), Going For It, and The Quarterback Sneak all hit the #1 spot in Sports Fiction on Amazon.

In her spare time she enjoys reading, watching sports, and attending kickboxing classes. She’s been married for 31 years and believes in happily ever after.

Fun Fact: Liz read her first romance at the age of fifteen and soon after wrote her first romances starring her friends and their latest crush!


Monday, 16 October 2017

Release Day Blitz: Poet [Avenues Ink 03] by A.M. Johnson!

Melissa Trujillo knows suffering. She's tasted it, touched it, injected it. Sobriety is a gift, but it isn't enough to wash away her secrets.

Kieran O’Connell knows sacrifice. He's owned it, held it between his fingers, and felt it in his knees. Words are his freedom, and they've begun to fade.

Two different worlds, one moment and the Earth shifts—granting them a path.

His eyes meet hers. Her hand fits his.

Kieran finds his muse.

Melissa finds her new addiction.

When sin meets virtue, angels fall, and the truth, it becomes a blade. Together they’ll walk the sharp edge, but if her lies cut too deep, not even his words could save her… save them.

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Amanda lives in Utah with her family where she moonlights as a nurse on the weekends.
If she’s not busy with her three munchkins, you’ll find her buried in a book or behind the keyboard where she explores the human experience through the written word.
She's obsessed with all things Austen and Oreos, and loves to connect with readers!
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Sunday, 15 October 2017

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Ashes to Memories [Ashes to Ashes 05] by Annie Anderson!


   There are too many people here. Too many chances for me to be touched by these strangers. I don’t want their memories or lives or future on my soul.
   I don’t want this. Am I supposed to save them? Should I change their lives? I did with the sorority girl, but was I right to do so? Did I do the wrong thing? What right do I have to change their circumstances? Isn’t that what Iva was doing – changing the position of the players on the board until all she could see was how she could move them?
   My breaths come fast and shallow. Even though I can’t see a single thing, I’m dizzy in a way that I know I’m about to pass out on the pavement.
   Panic attack. This is a panic attack.
   But I’m saved again when the warm, safe touch of Kyle’s fingers thread with mine before another person can steal my sight – before I have to see how awful their deaths will be.
   “Jesus. I looked back, and you were gone. What the fuck, Nicola, you started walking the other way,” he growls in my ear, but he must sense that I’m hanging on by a thread because he wraps an arm around me, protecting me from the crowd. Even in the heat, his warmth is a balm to my tattered nerves. I claw at him, burrowing into his chest as I grip the fabric of his shirt.
   “I can’t see, Ky. Too many visions. You have to get me out of here,” I whisper, trembling so bad I have trouble getting the words out. I know he hears me fine when he sweeps me up into his arms and moves us. Cool air conditioning caresses my face, the scent changing drastically once we get inside.
   “Can I help you? Oh my god, is she okay?” a young yet smoky female voice calls.
   “Yeah, it’s the heat. We’re from up north, so she’s not used to it,” Kyle replies.
   “I have some bottled water in the employee fridge. I’ll be right back,” the woman offers and her footsteps float away.
   Information comes to me faster than I can help. Her name is Grace. She’s twenty-nine and single. Her only real companion is a German Shepherd named Joe who hides out in the back room of this boutique until she can close up for the day and moves to her apartment upstairs. She owns this shop, scraping together everything she saved and the inheritance from some long dead grandmother to buy it. Grace is also nearly a full-blooded Witch and has absolutely no idea. She was adopted at birth to a lovely, healthy, close-knit human family.
   Fabulous – well, I sort of mean that one. Honestly, believing she’s human might be the best thing for her in this climate, but right now that helps us precisely nil. Except for maybe the bottle of water she’s holding in her hand as she passes it off to Kyle. I guzzle the cold liquid, letting it cool the burn in my throat – allowing it to quiet the scream brewing there. I hate that I can only see her in my head and not with my eyes.
   While I may be happy Grace – as sweet as she is in my mind’s eye – isn’t mired in the violence that is coming, we came to New Orleans for answers, and she doesn’t have them.
   Or at least I don’t think she does.
   “Y’all aren’t even close to human. The way she’s lighting up like a Christmas tree and the cast of your eyes, I’m gonna go ahead and bet on it. Let me turn my sign to closed, and you can tell me what in the blue hell you think you’re doing here in my shop. The coven knows they aren’t welcome and if you’re here to start trouble, you aren’t either,” Grace informs us in her smoky southern drawl. The slide of the deadbolt and slither of the sign against the glass door makes me shiver a little.
   “We aren’t here to cause trouble, but it does seem to follow us around like a magnet. We were getting out of the foot traffic,” Kyle assures her, but I do the exact opposite of what I’m supposed to do. I do the exact opposite of what he wants me to do, too.
   I cause trouble.
© Copyright 2017 Annie Anderson

What she doesn’t know just might kill her.

Nicola is having trouble settling into her new life.
Memories assault her at every turn – even in her dreams. When a friend comes to her for aid, Nicola is once again thrust into a dangerous world – a world she still cannot remember.

Kyle thought the worst was over.
Sure, his wife can’t remember their beginning, but even with a few bumps, having her is better than not. But keeping Nicola alive is a full-time job even he might not be able to fulfill – especially when his darling wife decides to jump into the fray.

It turns out the worst has only just begun.
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Author bio:

Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, and old man of a dog.

In her past lives, Annie has been a lifeguard, retail manager, dental lab technician, accountant, and now she writes fast-paced paranormal thrillers with some serious heat.


Saturday, 14 October 2017

Book Blitz & Giveaway: The Nameless Land by Lazlo Rappaport!

   Early the next morning, Lilith slipped from out the mirror in the lobby and followed Anastasia into the hotel’s opulent honeysuckle garden. It would have been the perfect place to strangle her to death too—if Lilith had resolved to do such a thing. But how to murder an old friend?
   The distant bells of Coventry Cathedral commenced a triumphal tune and then proceeded to count out the hour.
   Anastasia turned back, breathing in as if she detected something in the current or perhaps even tasted something on her lips.
   Lilith braced herself. Had the scent of Egyptian chamomile betrayed her presence? Even if it had, she kept quiet. For a while, she observed Anastasia. More than anything, Lilith marveled at how much the young lady’s blindness had come to complement her beauty. The blank dreamlike expression in her big blue eyes made her look like an angel—something incorruptible.
   Had she pledged her body to the Lord above? Might that be the source of her power?
   Over to the left, someone from the hotel staff opened one of the dining-hall windows looking out over the garden. Soon the air filled with the aroma of cottage pie and fairy cakes.
   Tapping her walking stick, Anastasia stepped into the sunlight which suddenly played upon her golden hair. “Lilith, would that be you there?” Like a little girl, Anastasia scratched at a few of the freckles upon her nose. “Please say something.”
   Lilith resolved to remain silent. Turning to the honeysuckle, she thought back to the beginning of time—the primordial garden where that servile woman brought Adam to ruin. How did she manage all that? One day she picked that forbidden apple. Lilith looked to the hem of her gown and then deep into Anastasia’s blind eyes. Why not find someone for her? Even if she had pledged her body to the Lord above, perhaps the proper gentleman could tempt her—and ruin her.
   In the end, love itself would be her undoing.
Desperate to free herself of the dream fox residing in her womb, Anastasia travels off to the shores of the Red Sea and strikes a deal with Lilith: If Anastasia will fashion three mirrors for the primordial witch, so the sorceress will exorcise the evil spirit.

A poetic parable of the modern woman, the riddle of love, and the question of meaning in a seemingly-godless world.
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Author bio:

Lazlo Rappaport is the pseudonym of a very reclusive author from Ohio. He wrote the original draft of The Nameless Land while night-clerking at a series of Palestinian youth hostels in the Old City of Jerusalem, 1996-1999. Under his proper birth name, he holds an M.F.A. in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College.


Friday, 13 October 2017

Release Boost: Into Your Hurricane by Jillian Elizabeth!

Andrea Jensen was rocked to the core when her heart was broken. Her life is changing quickly, she’s nervous and excited for where it’s headed as she works to finish college and secure a teaching career.

Trent Zito is in his last year of law school. While finishing school, interning for his successful uncle at his law firm- he's working to secure his future.

When their paths cross, magic, hearts and love collide. Trent and Andrea begin to share a special relationship that moves quickly. His charm is the perfect distraction, and her naivety is exactly what he seeks.

Just when she thinks their lives are moving along a path to lifelong happiness together, she realizes that the hurricane of destruction she's headed to with him could be worse than the heartache she once had. The storm hits without warning, changing everything in an instant.

When the storm settles and the retreats…..what will be left?

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Jillian is an avid reader herself and has honed in her love for reading over the last few years as a proofreader. She enjoys spending time with her two teenage daughters, spending time with friends and runs a Preschool and Childcare Center with her family.
Taking on writing was something totally new and with a push from her family and friends decided to give it a try.
When she isn't writing, you can find her reading other close friends books and just loving life.