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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Six Brothers by Lili St. Germain

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Title: Six Brothers
Author: Lili St. Germain
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: February 10, 2014
Cover Designer: Hellion Works
Pre-Order: iTunes
~ Synopsis ~
I have lied. I have cheated. I have given my body and my life to the man who destroyed my family and left me for dead. I have killed, I have sinned, and worst of all, I have enjoyed the misery of others. I have licked the salty tears of a father mourning his firstborn son, and nothing has ever tasted so sweet. I have died, and I have been resurrected, a phoenix from the ashes.  I know I’m going to hell. I’ll burn in the fiery pits alongside Dornan and his sons for the things I’ve done, and for the things I’m about to do.  But I don’t care. It will be worth every lick of the devil's flames on my guilty flesh to destroy Dornan Ross. One down. Six to go.
~ Teaser ~
I swing my leg over the chair, straddling him. His eyes are glassy and threaten to spill over.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper, trailing hot, wet kisses down his neck. He is drunk, and obeys me, much to my disbelief.
I smirk as his action has the desired effect. By closing his eyes, two teardrops are squeezed from his eyes, falling onto his stubbled cheeks.  I lean down, touching my lips to his right cheek. My tastebuds spring to life, assuaged by the sudden taste of salt water. The taste of victory.
He took my father, my life, and now I have taken his oldest son from him. The taste of his sorrow beckons me, and I repeat my actions on his left cheek, this time darting my tongue out to catch his despair and drink it up, every last drop.
I rock on his lap, his erection already growing just from me straddling him. With my black funeral dress hitched up around my thighs, there is only a thin scrap of black lace and Dornan’s black pants separating us. He opens his eyes, and I sense he is surprised at the tender way I am touching him. In a way, so am I. But his sorrow, his devastation… it’s better than if I had tied him up and made him bleed for me.
Bleeding tears instead of blood, but it is all the same in the end. I will take every tear he has, every son, and then I will start letting blood.  

Book One - Seven Sons  (Gypsy Brothers #1)

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~ About the Author ~
Author Pic Lili writes dark erotica and NA. Her debut serial novel, Seven Sons, is due to be released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband, good coffee, hanging at the beach and running. She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.

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Friday, January 10, 2014

Cover Reveal: Destroy by Pepper Winters


Title: Destroyed
Author: Pepper Winters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Expected Release Date: February 2014

~ Synopsis ~
She’s a woman with a dirty secret. I’m complicated. Not broken or ruined or running from a past I can’t face. Just complicated. For good reason. I thought my life couldn’t get any more tangled in deceit and confusion. But I hadn’t met him. I hadn’t been sucked into his lies or taught to run from everything that he is. Instead, I let him ensnare me, seduce me, trap me with secrets—Hazel Hunter He’s a man with a killer secret. I’ve never pretended to be good or deserving. Despite the shadows I live in, I’m ultimately a slave to my secrets and that gives me a free pass to chase who I want, be who I want, act how I want. I didn’t have time to lust after a woman I had no right to lust after. I told myself to shut up and stay hidden. But how could I deny her? How could I deny my one chance at redemption? But then she tried to run. I’d found a cure to my existence and damned if I would let her go—Roan Fox And secrets silently destroy them.

~ Prologue ~
I didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated.
She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets.
I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let me glimpse behind her mask.
She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences.
I thought she was a saint.
She thought I was a sinner.
Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth.
We both paid the price.
We destroyed each other.
~ Author Bio ~
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.  She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.  Her debut book Tears of Tess is followed by Quintessentially Q and Twisted Together. You didn’t think Q could stop so soon, did you? Her other two titles, Last Shadow and Broken Chance will be coming soon.  
~ Author Social Media Links ~
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Cover Reveal: Salvage Her Heart by Shelly Pratt

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Title: Salvage Her Heart
Author: Shelly Pratt
Gerne: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Expected Release Date: March 1, 2014

~ Synopsis ~
If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie …
I thought he was what I wanted. I thought he would be perfect. I dreamed of my prince charming – loving me and being the one who I could tell my deepest, darkest fears to. Now all I fear is him. When I found out the truth of not only his, but my parents’ deception, all I wanted to do was run – run as far as I could from my godforsaken life and start again somewhere where nobody would know my name. In reality, I knew that wasn’t possible … well, not until I met Grayson Glines.
Oh, she’s cute alright, but damaged too. Not weak, though, please don’t mistake the two. This girl has fight and balls of steel. She’s got a hard stare that makes you look away, shy that she’s caught you gazing. And her eyes, man, they’re something else. What do they tell me? Set me free. 
~ Prologue ~
**Please note – the following is unedited and remains subject to change. Worldwide copyright laws are observed.**
If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. They do like it, and do you know how I know this? They’ve all become a little too obsessed with books and movies that make masochistic males out to be the good guys. So as I tell you my side of the story, remember, I’m the good guy. Well, at the very least, I’m good-looking. People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie. That girl wasn’t like the others, which is probably why I took the whole game to another level and had to put a ring on her finger. I wanted her as my property. She needed to be mine to do what I wanted with; mine to control. She was a challenge. Even now I can see it in her eyes as she’s gagging on my cock. Now don’t go and get all soft on me. You think she really doesn’t want this? Bullshit. She’s a great actress, the theatrics all being part of the game. It makes it more exciting for me and her if she puts up a little resistance. Do you know what I like best about Evie? Her mouth. She’s got these luscious lips that are full and plump. I’m preferable to her painting them with a red glossy lipstick because it gets me off to see the bright stain around my cock as she gives me head. Like the clothes she wears and the way she acts, I control everything down to her make-up. I have her wear the kind of make-up that I’m preferable to. Don’t judge. I told you, I like control. It’s been a long day. I’ve had conferences with clients and dinner with business partners. We’ve only just returned to our apartment in the city but my night is far from over. There will always be more work, it’s the nature of the beast. I didn’t get to being CEO of my own company by slacking off. Labouring jobs are for losers. Sure, I had a privileged upbringing and was born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but I still believe in good work ethics. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if I want to continue on my path of wealth and success then I’m damn well going to put my work before absolutely everything. First things first, though. Despite the lateness of the evening, I wanted a little release. I wanted those red lips on my cock, sucking me until my balls cease to ache with lust. I’m not going to stop until I’ve squirted my seed into her throat and made her swallow the whole damn lot. Nights like these, I prefer to sit in my leather chair that faces out of the panorama glass windows that afford views over the Brisbane River. The lights of the Story Bridge twinkle back at me and the water looks dark, murky and mysterious under the night sky. I bought this apartment as a wedding gift for Evie, but for the most part I don’t think she likes it. Ungrateful springs to mind, although it could just be the company. I’m seriously laughing as I tell you that, because to be honest, I don’t give a fuck whether she likes me or not. She’s mine and that’s all that matters.
While downing my fifth scotch for the evening, I beckon her to me. She says nothing, but she knows what I want. Forget the elephant in the room; it’s a bit hard to hide my bulging erection that I’ve freed from my pants. Most people would be worried about getting their four hundred dollar trousers dirty. Not me. That kind of money is pocket change in my world. Despite her eagerness to oblige me, there is a reason behind her willing to please. I mean come on, if you haven’t figured it out already you’re not as smart as I thought you were. Okay, I’ll spell it out for you any way. I get a little rough. Not all the time, but if you don’t give me what I want, well, let’s just say there are consequences. ‘On your knees’. There was no need for the command, but fuck, I’ve got to say I like the sound of my own voice. It’s rich, deep, commanding and powerful. It speaks of a man who has always gotten what he wants. Evie is no exception. I wanted her then and I want her now. She obliges me by sliding to her knees, her silk stockings making it slippery on the tiles for her. She grabs my knees to steady herself before leaning forward to take me in her mouth, all the while not making eye contact with me. I let her get away with it for the minute, but my patience has limits. Her mouth is hot and wet. It is utter delight as her lips start to move back and forth over my shaft, messily leaving behind her lipstick as she does. As she goes to work on me, I down the last of my drink before taking her carefully done braid in my grasp. Evie is definitely in my league as far as looks go. She’s got long, blonde hair that has never seen the inside of a salon. All the streaks and highlights are from time spent outdoors. Sometimes she likes to challenge me on my rule of her keeping it natural. I think her opposing opinions are merely to rile me up so that I put her in her place. Yes, I do think she secretly likes me smacking her arse. It may belittle her at the time but you can be rest assured it makes her think twice before raising the subject again. I refuse to have my wife look like some fake, tarted-up bimbo. I want her looking natural – well, except for the red lippy. The red lipstick stays. I’m not going to give it up easily. I’m going to make her work for it. Hell, I even zone out for a while, taking in the city that is my playground. Living and working in a town that is fast becoming a place that doesn’t sleep is like a drug. The more I immerse myself in it, the more I want to be king of this empire. Slowly but surely I’m putting other companies out of business. Pretty soon I’m going to have everything I ever dreamed of. Evie is sucking greedily now. Not because she’s into it, because she’s not. Oh let’s be honest! She just wants me to give it up so she can get the job over and done with. I know she doesn’t mind me fucking her vanilla, but blowjobs have never been her thing. She tried to pull off me once just as I was about to come. What a mistake. She’s never tried to pull that shit again, although she still gags, the reflex an unbreakable trait. Like now, for example; even in the darkly lit living room I can see her eyes beginning to water as my dick swells against the back of her throat. I’m sure she can taste my pre-come – the salty, bitter fluid already affording her a taste of what’s to come. I slide a little lower in my leather seat, thrusting just that little bit more inside of her mouth. She tries to back off, although there’s no escape. Her braid that is wound tightly around my fist is tugged ever so slightly, a reminder that I have control of her head. I’m close and she knows it. I can feel her reposition my dick towards the back corner of her mouth where her molars are so she doesn’t have to taste my semen on her taste buds. If I was any kind of man, which I am, I should be rather insulted by this – which I am. And when I’m insulted, I’m not very forgiving.
When I come, I come hard. And no, it’s not aimed at the back of her mouth like she’d have liked. Pulling her hair makes her wince and she loses some of the suction on my shaft, her lips making sucking and slurping noises as she tries to reposition me back to where she’d like me. Unfortunately for her, she’s too late. Her perfectly positioned tongue is only lapping at the eye of my cock when I blow in her mouth. I’ve got to give her credit for her spunk because she does try to pull away. Unsuccessfully, I might add. My grip on her hair forces her to remain right where she is. I keep her there until I’m licked clean. Getting a blow job is not as good as fucking her pussy, but it sure comes a close second. I never give her the satisfaction of pleasurable sounds coming from my mouth, though, because that would be giving her the green light that she has in some way pleased me. And with the knowledge that she has pleased me would give her power. Power I don’t want her to have. There may, or may not be tears in her eyes tonight. They have no effect on me whatsoever. I dismiss her to bathe before bed while I pour myself a refill of scotch. Twenty-two stories below, people are still walking the boardwalk that runs along the river’s edge. Some are alone, others huddled together like love birds. It’s a sentiment I’m not familiar with. My whole life is lived like a business transaction. I know I like having Evie in my life and I know I like the status of being a married man. But love, well, it’s not for me. In the beginning I know Evie foolishly thought that it could be that way between us. Like her parents, she was lured into the deception I was selling. Trust me when I say, no one sells lies like I do. I showed them what they wanted to see; revealed the parts of me and my life that would be desirable by a family like theirs. Each and every one of them fell hook, line and sinker. It’s laughable, really, that one family could be so gullible. I’m sure over the last three years they’ve all tried to think a way out of the Alex Stratford contract, but all I can say is, ‘Over my dead body,’ or more likely, over theirs.  ©Copyright 2013/2014 Shelly Pratt   
~ Author Bio ~
S. Pratt Author

S. Pratt is a multi-genre author who lives on the east coast of Australia in northern New South Wales with her husband and two children. She has a choc Labrador, Scooby-Doo, and two little mice that the kids promised they'd look after. This is now Shelly's job, amongst other things. Things you may not know about Shelly? She has four tattoos and would love more, is only now in her 30's becoming a wine whore and is a fiercely, loyal friend. Shelly's breakout novel, Ruined and companion novella, Ruining Angel are contemporary romance fiction books available on kindle and print from the Amazon store. Sanctuary of Mine is her latest work in the New Adult Romance genre. (Graphic Design by Cover It Designs). Available NOW. Beloved Soul by Shelly Pratt is available through Amazon and is published through Eternal Press. Please note that Beloved Soul's cover artwork, editing and publication are all done through Eternal Press. All other novels are written and published by S. Pratt. Editing acknowledgements go to those who are listed on each individual book title. You can find all the latest information about Shelly and her other books (in different genres) by visiting or or  

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Blog Tour and Giveaway: Without Doubt by CJ Azevedo

~ Synopsis ~

Ava Sterling is tough and the most straight laced girl you will ever meet. Her family and her past have managed to alter her future permanently and she has no desire to allow anyone else into her life or her heart for fear of rejection or further altering. Ava is alone in the world with the exception of the grandest responsibility she did not create on her own but on her own she will carry for the rest of her life.

Declan James is a MMA fighter, party all night kind of guy. Responsibility is nowhere to be found in his life or so he allows everyone around him to believe. Coming from wealth and a carefree lifestyle, Declan gets what he wants, always. And what he wants is Ava. In his pursuit of getting what he wants, Ava in his bed, his plan changes quickly without his consent. Against his plans of being the next hot bachelor to cross the tabloids as he makes his way to being the Ultimate Light Heavyweight Champion, Declan falls in love. He falls in love without hesitation and without doubt.

Neither Declan nor Ava are aware that fate has inconveniently intertwined their lives forever. Will they be able to survive the aftermath of the truth?

~ Book Links ~
Without Boundaries
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Without Doubt
Amazon / Goodreads

~ Review ~
5 Star Review

This book is ah-mazing!!  I didn't want to put it down.  I read it one sitting and was not disappointed.  It was full of emotions.

Ava is struggling to work, go to school and keep her secret hidden.  She doesn't have time to date and/or have friends.  She has been secretly watching Declan, but knows there is no point in meeting him, because nothing can ever come of it.  So when she finally meets him, she is shocked that he can't keep his eyes off her. She tries to push him away and keep him as just a friend, but he is determined to make her HIS!! Can she just be friends? Or will she reveal her secret and get the man?

Declan is a MMA fighter and is happy having a different female on his arm.  He has never had a relationship and isn't interested in one.  Or so he thought.  After the night meeting Ava, he can't get her out of his head.  She is all he can think about and he doesn't understand why she won't go on a date with him. Can he get her to see that he wants more than a fling? Will he walk away once her secret is revealed?

This book has some twists and turns I was NOT expecting.  It had me in tears wanting to fight for them both.  This is book two in the Without series, but can be read as a standalone.  I really enjoyed Without Boundaries and Without Doubt.  They are both on my top reads of 2013!  Amazing job on these books CJ Azevedo.  I cannot wait to read more of your books!! 

~ Author Bio ~

CJ has lived all over the state of California, Central, South, North and finally landing back somewhere in the middle. She married the boy she fell for when she was only eleven years old and together they have two beautiful heathens. CJ obviously loves to read and write. She can watch the Giant’s play baseball but hates football. She bakes when she’s sad, runs when she’s mad and dances when she’s happy (even if she cant find a rhythm to save her life) If you’re looking for her and can’t seem to find her, look on the staircase, it’s her favorite spot to read.

~ Author Social Media Links ~

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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Enjoy Your Stay by Carmen Jenner


Title: Enjoy Your Stay (Sugartown #2)
Author: Carmen Jenner
Publisher: Independent
Genre: Contemporary New Adult
Release Date: March 3, 2014
Cover Designer: Frankie Rose
~ Synopsis ~
The last thing Holly Harris expected was to wind up nineteen, knocked-up, and all alone. When Coop left to pursue his dreams of becoming a rock god, he left a tiny piece of him behind.
Holly wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson Rowe tried filling the void his family left by drinking, screwing around, and leaving a string of heartbroken women in his wake. Moving back to Sugartown should have been easy, but he hadn’t counted on the fact his sometimes attraction to Holly would still be alive and kicking—and he sure as hell hadn’t counted on her being pregnant with another man’s baby.
They drive one another crazy, and yet they can’t stay away.
When old flames resurface, and even older wounds are torn open, can two people so similar make it work? Or will their stubbornness only drive them further apart?
*Content Warning. Intended for a mature 18+ audience. Contains angst, a crap-tonne of profanity, short-tempered Australian wildlife, and some very pregnant sex.
~ Excerpt ~
“We gonna talk about last night?” “No. We’re not going to talk about it. We’re not going to have a repeat performance, and we’re not talking about it.” “Okay then.” Jackson snatches up another handful of popcorn and shovels it in his mouth before chewing with it half-opened. I swear, one day I’m going to shove my fist in there, and then maybe he’ll learn to shut the hell up. “So you don’t want me to eat you out right here on the couch?” I drop the bowl and popcorn spills out all over my lap. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and whisper, “I hate you.” “No you don’t. You want to, but sweetheart, you got all kinds of feelings for old Jack, and none of them are based on hatred.” “Would you please not refer to yourself as old Jack? You sound like a paedophile.” “Night, Hols. Old Jack’s going to take a shower before hitting the hay. I might even forget to lock the door so you don’t have to kick it down.” “I hate you!” I scream as he saunters away chuckling. “Sure, sweetheart, you just keep telling yourself that.”  
~ Author Bio ~
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.
She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.
While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.

Website | Welcome to Sugartown Website | Facebook | Twitter |

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~ Other Books By Carmen ~
Welcome to Sugartown (Sugartown #1)


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~ Giveaway ~
(5) eBook Copies of Welcome to Sugartown
(1) e-ARC of Enjoy Your Stay
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Blog Tour and Giveaway: Away by B.a. Wolfe

~ Synopsis ~

What good is running AWAY when you only end up lost? 

Cassandra Pierce had her whole "perfect" life planned out by her parents. One night of pure weakness and lust has her running away from it all and seeking refuge in Alamosa with her best friend. But it seems life has other plans for her when she finds herself lost in the small town of Keaton. 

Jason Bradley is a charming country guy. He lives a simple life that’s nothing like what Cassandra is used to. A single moment in life changed everything he thought he once knew, leaving him with a broken heart and an unplanned future. 

What happens in Keaton is nothing Cassandra or her heart could have ever prepared for. The instant connection she shares with Jason is no secret, but what they're keeping hidden from one another is. Will these two be able to find a way to trust each other or will their secrets tear them apart?

~ Review ~
5 Star Review

This review is going to be short and to the point.  There is a lot I have to say about this book, but I am against sharing spoilers about a book.  So without further ado here is goes.

Cassandra is on the run from life.  She wants her best friend Mel, to help her through this situation she is in.  Little did she know that her GPS can't tell directions either.  She ends up in a small town in the opposite direction of her friend.  Her she meets the HOT, SEXY cowboy, Jason, that she can't quit thinking about.  What is it about him?  Why can't she stay AWAY?

Over the course of a couple months Jason and her don't know what to do.  They want each other, but she needs to get back to her life and he is still holding on to a big secret that can change everything.

This book really made me mad.  I cried and cried.  I think it is the ugliest cry I have read.  I really felt like a kid on Christmas morning who got everything they wanted just to have it all ripped away at the end of the day.  This book left me in a huge slump. 
I had a lot of trouble with how to rate this book.  I had to step back and think about it.  And at the end of the day this book is most definitely a 5 star book.  An author that can pull emotions out of me months later talking about this book is amazing. I would definitely recommend this book.  You have to go through the journey to understand how I feel.

~ Character Spotlights ~


Age: 21
Favorite Color: Was Purple, has now since changed to Green ;)
Favorite Meal: A good salad
Her ultimate career: To do anything that involves writing. Her parents would have to highly disagree.
"Hi everyone, it's Cassandra. Hmmm, trying to find the right thing to say about myself. I feel like I'm a boring girl. My life's mapped out for me, there's not much to tell. I had a what I thought was a normal upbringing. I live in Denver, Colorado, born and raised. Finance. That's my 'chosen' path, per my Parents. But then in the flash of a light, the pressure, my path, and my mess of a life, all had me running. A lot has changed since the day I left Denver to see my best friend, Mel. Everything I once knew and held to the highest regard, thinking I had no other choice has since been replaced with a new outlook. Life will never be the same..."


Age: 21
Favorite Color: Black. She likes the classic color. Says it makes her look posh. 
Favorite Meal: As long as she's sitting across from a hot piece of man candy, any meal is her favorite.
Her Ultimate date: One where the man takes the control. She's bossy, but would love for once to be told what to do.
"Mel here.  I'm the BFF. The girl who wears the cape when her girl, Cassandra needs her. We fought the bad guys all the way from our maryjane shoes to our six inch heels and I wouldn't have it any other way. Yeah, don't tell Cass, but I mostly fought the demons off for the both of us. And by demons I mean the haters. Parents, mean girls, dickhead boys, and did I mention parents? We're a duo and we always come as a pair. We didn't go to college together, but that didn't stop Cass from trying to come see me when she needed her Super Mel. 'Trying' being the operative word here. That girl couldn't even navigate the high school without getting lost. That doesn't stop me from loving her like a sister though. That's me in a nutshell. Anything else and you'll have to ask B.A. Wolfe when I get a book, cause I'm feeling a little left out here *taps foot with hands on hips*."


Age: 22
Favorite Color: Blonde -"Jase, that's not a color." "Uh, yeah it is. And it's my favorite. Put it down, Sweetheart."
Favorite Meal: The usual ;)
Favorite childhood memory: Playing a simple board game with his family. Cassie knows his favorite!
"Jason Bradley here *waves* I also go by Jase, a few special people in my life call me that *grins*. I live in the middle of nowhere, Colorado. Actually, it's not named, nowhere, it just feels that way. It's a tiny town with only one stoplight named, Keaton. I was born and raised here. A little about myself? Well, *raises a brow* I'm a good dancer, but it took a lot of practice. I also make a mean breakfast. You can ask Cassie about that one. Honestly? I'm just your average Joe around here. I'm not anything special or fancy. Cowboy boots, Wranglers, and a hearty appetite for life is who I am, Jason. I enjoy all that it has to offer, including a scared girl that came crashing into my life. And for that, I know that my life will never be the same. And I don't want it to be..."


 Age: 22
Favorite Color: "Is grease a color?" SMH at him.
Favorite Meal: Anything at Grandma Maggie's house.
One thing you're afraid of: "Why would I share that? I'm trying to attract the ladies, not scare them into thinking I'm afraid of something."
"Name's, TJ, but they call me Moose. Not by choice, but it stuck and we 'ran' with it, as Jase would say. I'm also a kick ass best friend. I might even argue I'm the ultimate when it comes to best friends. Melanie can move on over. *Grins, a little too much* What can I say about myself? *taps finger on chin* I grew up in this small town along with Jason and our clan of friends. We stayed in Keaton though, while they all left. I run the mechanical shop with my dad and we also own a hardware shop. I've been fixing cars since I could walk. Well, that's what my dad says, but I'd bet I was thinking about cars since I was cozy in the womb. The only thing I love more than cars is my best friend, Jason. We're partners in crime in whatever we do. It's always has been that way. He's my rock and I'm his. Although, he might disagree some days, but he knows it's true. I never went to college... maybe someday. We'll see how long I stay here in Keaton. That's me in a nut shell, ladies. *winks*"

~ Author Interview ~

1. What made you want to become an author?
I've always loved to write. Writing a book was the ultimate dream, but it was so far fetched for me to think about, I never let it be a possibility. Something about wording a sentence just right that moves a reader and moves a writer, captivates me. It wasn't until I found out about Indie publishing that I EVER thought becoming an author who published a book was a possibility. It was right after reading Collide and I'll never forget that moment, ever.

2. What is your favorite book you wrote? 
Away ;)

3. What authors inspired you to write? 
Gail McHugh. Not only are her words life changing, and her books unforgettable, SHE is an amazing person. I can't even tell you how many times she emailed me back with numerous answers to my bucket loads of questions I would pour on her. Thank you will never be enough. She kept me going when she didn't even know me from Adam, but she encouraged me to keep writing.

4. What are your favorite scenes to write? 
Drama. Heartbreak. Scenes that are full of angst. They come out easily and in full force. I also love to write the scenes when the guy and girl first meet. The flirt, the sweaty palms, the batting of the eye lashes. Something about that first meet and great gives me butterflies.

5. What do you do to put yourself in the mood to write? 
Music! I need some good tunes to get me in the mood. Whether it be slow, fast, loud, or quiet. I need it! The words don't even have to go with what I'm writing, but the beat... it has to fit! Oh... and also, GUMMY BEARS! LOL! I need something to chew on while I write!

6. Do you listen to music while writing?
 HAHAHA! Yes! ;) See #5

7. Do you have a special place you write? 
I usually write at my breakfast nook on my barstool. Totally uncomfortable, but it's where I've always wrote! sometimes, I get crazy and move to the dinning table when my butt cheeks can't take the bar stool anymore! haha

8. Do you like writing in female or male POV more? 
At first, writing in Male POV scared the piss out of me. Writing like a man? Hell... I can't even figure men out half the time, they seem simple on the outside, but inside their are like an onion, LOTS of layers and hard to figure out. BUT after popping my Male POV cherry, I absolutely love it! I would have to say I enjoy writing both POV's the same now!

9. Do you ever cry while writing a book? 
Haha, I love this question! I BAWLED while writing, Away. We're talking... fetal position, black mascara painting my face, puffy eyes, snot and all, cry. Writing moves me, and I love that about it. Visualizing the scene as I write it, and hoping the emotions that are pouring out of me transcribe to paper. Yes, to answer the question, I definitely think it's safe to say I cry!

10. Do you base characters off real people? 
Not intentionally. If I do, it's because something in their personality shined through so hard and made such an impression on me that it needed to be worked into the character. So the whole character will never be based off a real life person, but they might have a few bits of people I know in them! ;)
11. Can you tell me about any upcoming books?
 I might be working on a certain sequel that remains untitled!! Cause if I don't... I am going to have some super angry readers! haha!

~ Author Bio ~

I'm a girl with a passion for reading and desire for writing. You'll find me either reading or sitting by my laptop writing. I have too many favorite books to list but they would all most likely fall under the romance category. I'm a sucker for a good love story, shedding a few tears, and having my heart melted by an amazing book boyfriend! :) If I get free time you might find me watching a movie, my second love! 

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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Learning to Let Go by Cynthia P. O'Neill

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Title: Learning to Let Go (Learning Series #2)
Author: Cynthia P. O'Neil
GenreContemporary Romance
Release Date: February 2014

~ Synopsis ~
Garrett Andrews has controlled every aspect of his life for as long as he can remember.  Whatever he wanted, he took, especially when it came to Laurel Hart. She was the first person to make his heart skip a beat and capture his soul, allowing part of his control to slip, which uncovered his lie and destroyed her trust in him.  Laurel now lays battered and broken thanks to Chase Peterson, a stalker from her college days, who won’t accept no for an answer. Garrett is determined to win her back, obsessing over her care in an attempt to heal both her body and her mind.  He will go to any lengths to earn back her trust and teach her to let go of the past, but can he follow his own advice and let down his own walls? They struggle to overcome their issues and soon Chase is after her again, fixated on staking his “claim” with a startling revelation that links both the past and present.  Can they find happiness with each other or is their too much to overcome?  Only time will tell if they can learn to let go.   
~ Prologue ~

         I needed to hold out to make it to Garrett’s penthouse.  I could feel the walls closing in around me as a sense of heaviness invaded my body, weighing me down.  My vision began to blur.  My mind was reeling. Come on, just hold out a little longer. You can do this.  You need to get to Garrett.  His security guys probably see what a mess you are and he’s already on alert.  He’ll be there for you.

My mind wanted to argue the fact that I’d just pushed him away from me moments earlier, but I knew Garrett; once his mind was set on something he wanted, he wouldn’t give up easily.  I just prayed the same held true for me.  I hated to admit it, but I needed him now more than I ever had.  He was the only thing going through my mind as Chase slammed in the walls and counter and as he pulled me down into the glass.  Normally I’d have given up and just taken the beating, but I could hear Garrett’s voice encouraging me to fight, to move out of the past and focus on the future. 

I felt the weight of the frying pan still in my hand, reminding me how I finally got off a clean shot to Chase’s head and managed to run for it.  Luck had been with me when my neighbor stepped off the elevator and the elevator doors started to close on their own.  I had one shot at escape and the only place I could run was back into Garrett’s arms. As I entered the key code for the penthouse, I prayed he would still be there to catch me.

Everything around me seemed to move in slow motion as the elevator opened on his floor. I know my feet moved, because my body was inching closer to Garrett’s shocked face. I could barely hear his words, “What the hell happened, Laurel?” I could almost focus on Thompson and Dillon running past me, one heading for the elevator, the other to the stairwell. I somehow managed to squeak out, “Chase.”

Garrett’s arms were outstretched, but he wouldn’t touch me.  Why? Help me! I wanted to scream. Hold me! Then the world seemed to go black and I could only hear him curse, “Fuck,” before feeling my body drop. I heard the clang of the frying pan hitting the floor. I expected my body to be next, but I felt the warmth of his arms encase me, pulling me close to his chest as he gently lowered me to the ground.

            “No, Laurel! Oh, God, no!  Stay with me, baby.  I’ll make sure we get Chase and make him pay for what he’s done.”  His voice, normally so composed and controlled, was shaking and I felt moisture hit the sides of my face. 

Could he be crying?  The man who was always in control of everything was actually crying!

~ About the Author ~
Cynthia P. O’Neill grew up in Clewiston, Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend college. There, she married her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides with their amazing son, and a feisty four-legged little boy.  In her books, Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her husband’s engineering knowledge.  Several years after she got married, she started dreaming about the various characters in I Remember. It took eight years before she decided that it needed to be told. With the encouragement of family and friends, she decided to bring Jordan and Gregory to life in a series of Young Adult, Paranormal Romances with a Historical bent.  She has a steamier New Adult/Erotica Romance called Learning to Trust, part of the Learning Series, that released August 2013. She tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights, opening up possibilities that would normally not exist.

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Love in English by Karina Hall

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~ Synopsis ~

He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three. He speaks Spanish. I speak English. He lives in Spain. I live in Canada. He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos. He’s married and has a five-year old daughter. I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything. Until now. Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the f*#king truth. 

 To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love. Mateo is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and freedom, Mateo Casales is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more. Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time. Something that can never, ever be. Or so she thinks. Release Date: April 20th, 2014 Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance Standalone 

~ Excerpt ~

The silence crackled above our heads like a live wire. I could feel Jorge’s eyes on us as he reluctantly placed Mateo’s drink on the table and walked away. Part of me wished for him to come back, to break up the tension and the startling intensity in Mateo’s eyes. The other part was selfishly glad Jorge was leaving us in peace. When he disappeared back into the restaurant, Mateo and I were the only ones on the patio. I broke away from his eyes, focusing instead on his bottle of Aguila and the condensation that ran down the sides, looking blissfully cool in the sticky night air. Through all the weeks of joking, talking, the innocent physical contact, now I was astutely nervous about being alone with him. It wasn’t so much that I was afraid of him – I was afraid of me. Ever since that remark at dinner, I’d been afraid of what I’d do to him, how I’d break that moral code I promised for myself. He’s married, he’s married, he’s married, I told myself, watching a drop of water race from the beer to the table. His wife is beautiful and lovely, his daughter is sweet and you aren’t either of those things. But I could only tell myself that so many times. “Vera,” he said thickly. “Vera, look at me.” His voice was commanding, reaching a depth I hadn’t heard before. My eyes slowly slid over to him. I tried to speak but could only suck in my lip, probably taking all my lipstick off. “Show me the stars again,” he said. His eyes speared me like nothing else, his face becoming dangerously handsome. I looked up to the clear sky, to see the stars, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. His touch was hot, like his fingers were searing into my skin, that feeling of entering a hot tub on a cold night. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran gently down my spine. “Not those stars,” he said huskily, leaning forward. His lips were wet and slightly open. “Your stars. Why I call you Estrella.” I swallowed hard, my pulse burning along. I turned around in my chair so my back was to him and lifted up my hair, gathering it on the top of my head. His chair scraped loudly on the ground as he got up, a sound that struck a new kind of fear in me. No. Not fear. Anticipation. I heard him stop right behind me. I held my breath, wondering what he was going to do. One rough finger pressed down against the back of my neck, right on the spine where the tattoo began. I closed my eyes to the feeling, the currents it caused, traveling all the way down, making me wet. Jesus, I needed to get a hold of myself. “What star is this?” he asked, sounding like silk. I could wrap myself in his voice. “Alpharatz,” I whispered, as if I was letting him in on a secret. Maybe I was. His finger slid diagonally down, a trail of fire across the Pegasus line. “And this one?” “Markab.” “Why Pegasus?” I paused, the truth on my lips. Fuck it. We’d been nothing but honest with each other. “Because I want to fly free. And there’s no place higher than the stars.” He didn’t say anything for a few beats. I was tempted to turn around, to look at him, but I didn’t want him to take his finger off my neck. I was leaving in three days. He was going back to his family. This was all I had, his skin on my stars. He leaned in, his hot breath at my neck. “Are you afraid that love will clip your wings?” His words sank into me, making my blood buzz. Love. This was too hazardous a subject to discuss with him, not now. Not ever. With my breath shaking, I inched my neck away from his mouth and turned to face him. “No,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “I’m afraid that losing love will.” His expression softened. He looked at my lips, his beautifully long eyelashes casting shadows on his tawny skin. “Then that makes two of us,” he whispered softly and for a long second I thought he was going to get it over with and finally kiss me, put an end to this strain between us, the yearning that made me ache inside. But he straightened up, his gaze avoiding mine, and went to retrieve his beer from the table.

~ Author Bio ~

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With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term "Hybrid Author." Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she's a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA...whenever possible.
Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiance and rescue pup."

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Incinerate by Tessa Teevan

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Title: Incinerate (Explosive, #2)
Author: Tessa Teevan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2014
Cover Design: Wicked by Design
Cover Model: Joshua Saari
Cover Photographer: Josh Norris
~ Synopsis ~
When Knox Wellington opens the door to Charlie Davenport, he's not expecting the fiery brunette with whiskey colored eyes and a feisty personality. Sparks fly immediately, even though their initial meeting is nothing but hostile. Their chemistry is undeniable, but the chip on Knox's shoulder threatens to destroy any hope of him wooing the sweet, southern volunteer sent to help with his rehabilitation. Little does he know she's no Southern Belle, as she gives as good as she can take. As unexpected circumstances push them closer together, heads butt, patience is tested, and flames ignite as they dance around their mutual attraction, both of them jaded from broken pasts. They've both been burned before, so when their feelings of lust, desire, and wanting are inflamed in the heat of the moment, will they finally be able to get over the pain of the past or will their relationship be reduced to ashes before it can ever really begin?
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~ Excerpt ~
Following after her, I find her bent over in front of the refrigerator holding the door open and staring at the contents inside. The way her ass is sticking out unleashes something inside me, and I go semi-hard just from watching her. I instantly feel the need to show her that I’m not some weak, damaged man. I walk up behind her and grab her by the waist, turning her around. Kicking the door shut behind me, I push her to the island, and if I thought I could get away with it, I’d be pressing myself up against so she could feel what she’s doing to me. She’s staring up at me with confusion in her big, brown eyes, and I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
“Hop up,” I tell her, and she complies immediately, surprising me by not fighting it.
I place my hands on her knees, spreading them and stepping closer to her so my hips are between her legs. As best as I can, I take a hold each one and wrap them around my waist, and she involuntarily tightens them around my middle, although her ass is still firmly planted on the counter. This isn’t how I imagined her legs wrapped around me for the first time, but I can’t deny that I don’t love the feel of her gripping my waist tightly.
“Arms around my neck, Charlie.” The confused expression on her face deepens, but she does as she’s told.
“What are you doing, Knox?” she asks, looking up at me, her face only inches from mine.
Swallowing hard, I ignore her question and bring my forehead to hers. “Just do this for me, okay? Don’t fight me on it. Just this once. I need to do this.”
She nods, and I’m not sure she knows what to expect, confirming it when I pull her off the counter. Gasping, she starts to struggle, and I have to brace myself against the counter to keep from falling. Jesus, this woman is so damn defiant, and it can be both sexy as hell and annoyingly irritating.
“Knox, what the hell?! Put me down!”
Fuck, I know I should probably listen to her, but I’ve gotten to this point and I’m not stopping until I can prove to myself that I haven’t completely lost all of my strength. She’s not exactly heavy, but her struggling is making it difficult to keep my one good arm around her as I make my way down the hallway, heading into the guest bedroom. Somewhere along the way she stops struggling, apparently having given up and figuring that it’s just easier to let me do this.
I’m slightly out of breath by the time I get to her bed, and I’m more than happy to release her from my arms. Relief washes over me when she plops on the bed, bouncing once. Whether the relief is from having been able to do it or from having freed myself of her weight. Either way, I’m fucking ecstatic, and even though I’m breathing heavy, it was a small victory for me and my bruised ego.
I begin backing away from her because I know the verbal assault is coming, and I don’t blame her, but I don’t regret it.
~ Author Bio ~
I'm a twenty six year old book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are my teams! I work for the government during the day, hang out with Air National Guard on the weekends, and am married to a guy 15 inches taller than me. We're quite the pair! We currently live right outside of Dayton, OH with our two cats. I've been reading since I was a kid. My mom was a librarian, so it was a given. Heck, she even made sure we watched Wishbone instead of the Smurfs. In 2011 when I graduated from college, my mom bought me a Nook, and then in the summer of 2012 I found this amazing site called Goodreads. I was introduced to so many amazing indie/self-published authors. After reading almost 400 books that year, my husband gave me the push to finally sit down and write my own. It was a rocky start, but over time the words started flowing and I couldn't get Jace and Lexi out of my head. If I’m not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find me curled up with my Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. I love my sports almost as much as I love my books. My other obsessions include red wine, hot men, country music, and all things Grace Potter. I LOVE to hear from readers, so please feel free to contact via any social media site listed below.  
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