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Release Blitz ~ For the Love of a Widow ~ by ~ Christina McKnight

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Title: For the Love of a Widow

Author: Christina McKnight

Genre: Regency Romance

Release Date: August 20, 2017

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A widow scarred by love and loss…

After years spent following her husband as he fought against Napoleon’s troops, Lady Lettie Hughes returns to London a widow to take her rightful place among the ton as the daughter of an earl. Her parents and friends expect her to enter the Marriage Market and secure the match she should have pursued in her debut Season. But Lettie is not the same innocent girl she was before Waterloo. Nightmares of the battlefield plague her, and she doesn’t see a place for herself in society anymore.

A lord determined to save the woman he loves…

Daniel Greaves, the Duke of Linwood, is a man who knows rejection and loss. He’s lived the last six years alone, after the woman he was betrothed to cast him aside for another man. Instead of taking control of his title and lands, Daniel fell into a life a debauchery—gaming, women, and spirits. But now the woman who stole his future and left him hollow is back in London.

When Lettie and Daniel are reunited, their connect burns as bright as it once did. But neither of them are the same people they were in their youth—they must trust one another to heal the wounds of their past to find a love that lasts forever.

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Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.

Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.

You can visit her online at the following places: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon

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Release Blitz ~ The Curse ~ by ~ Margaret McHeyzer

 

Title: The Curse
Series: The Butterfly Effect #2
Author: Margaret McHeyzer
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Release Date: August 20, 2017

 

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It’s been the butterfly effect.

I changed the course of my life because I warned a man.

I thought what I had was a gift, but it’s quickly turning into my curse.

Now I realize I’m much more than a girl with an ability.

Because now… I’m becoming a weapon.

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**Write something worth reading**I’m Margaret and I’m a self-published author.

Recently I was fortunate in obtaining New York Times best selling status on my YA/NA book – Ugly, and my YA book – Mistrust.

My last three books have been YA and I’m completely in love with the genre. I love being able to communicate with people through my words and stories.

My writing genres all differ, but the one thing I keep consistent is my heroines. All my female lead characters are strong, gutsy and not the ‘perfect’ woman. While my books all have romantic elements in them, they aren’t just about the romance. They’re about finding strength, acceptance and making life long connections.

I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I have while writing them.

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Release Tour ~ When We Swing ~ by ~ Kyla Ross


Title: When We Swing
Author: Kyla Ross
Genre: Erotic Thriller
Release Date: August 15, 2017 

 

Friends have a way of breaking a person out of their comfort zone . . .

 

Mark has always felt like an outsider. Growing up, being bullied and teased, he doubted his life would ever get better. Then he meets his new college roommate, Blain Prazzel. 

Blain is the opposite of Mark, popular and oozing a sex appeal women can’t resist. Mark would kill to live in Blain’s world and gets his chance when Blain invites him and their roommate, John Motley, to a party.

After college, they go into business together and quickly become an overnight success. But when they each find their mates; their friendship is put to the test. 

Will these women interfere with their bond or will they find a new adventure awaits each of them? Where darkness and light sing their own forbidden melody of taboo? Where words, when spoken, have the power to change their lives forever?

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Chapter 1- Mark
The after-work sun crept between the mountain peaks coating the road in a golden glaze. Aching for a stretch, Mark shifted his shoulders. The hour-and-a-half drive sure needed to end soon.

Casey leaned forward, dabbing her lips in fire-red lipstick with the help of the sun visor’s mirror. With steady hands and a still face, she was like an artist sculpting a masterpiece on an airplane experiencing life-threatening turbulence. Mark didn’t even have to look at her to know. He’d spent most of the last ten years staring.

Mark, or Mr. Introvert as they called him in college, preferred staying in the background. Growing up, he seldom had friends, but his parents were never around much to notice. Mrs. Lane was a pediatric nurse and Mr. Lane was a traveling photographer. With no siblings, very few acquaintances, and more bullies than he could count, Mark was a loner and preferred it that way. But when he hung out with Blain Prazzel and John Motley, his perception of sociality twisted.

It was Fall 2004, Mark faltered over his suitcases through the door of the dorm room. Oak framed twin beds lined three walls. Next to each was a personal walk-in closet. Oak desks stood in the center, propped against each other, back to back with two on either side. Wooden seats were pushed up against each desk and a bulky TV sat atop one of the desks.

Mark’s brow drooped at the whooshing of running water booming behind a closed door to the right. He sighed. The bed propped against the window had a leather duffel bag stretched across it and an open laptop propped on a plump pillow. Royal blue sports sandals sat beneath the footboard.

Mark inched over to the bed diagonal of the taken one and dumped his backpack, laptop case, and a suitcase. Pressing his palm against the mattress, he frowned. Even a mattress pad wouldn’t grant him a good night’s sleep. Cutting his eyes away, a ball of frustration clogged his throat. Sharing his space, an uncomfortable one at that, demolished the worth of the full ride provided by his scholarship.

The bathroom door slung open and out came a tall, olive toned, gray-eyed preppy dude. His collared polo and khaki shorts reminded Mark of the things he’d brought along.

Great, and this asshole may take my clothes. He’d been sure he was done with bullies as he strolled across the stage, kissing grade school and its sour memories goodbye.

“Hi, I’m Blain.” Blain’s husky tone shook as he patted his hands dry on the front of his shorts and extended one to Mark.

Mark dropped a brow and stared.

“Shy, huh?” Blain chuckled and flopped down on his bed, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. “So, where you from?”

“Here,” Mark replied.

“Me too!” Blain said. His baritone timbre and flashy smile took Mark back to the jocks and pretty boys: the ones he wished he could be. But he was too shy to give it a go and always found himself doing their homework or eating their fists when they were in a bad mood. God. And I have to share a room with this guy?

With the faintest smile, Mark said, “Cool.”

“Hey.” Blain dug his elbows into his knees as he moved up to the edge of his bed. “There’s a party going on tonight at one of the frat houses. I heard there was gonna be some nice ass there. Coming with?”

Mark sat tongue-tied for a few seconds. Was this guy inviting him to a party? To hang out with fraternity guys? And girls? Pretty college girls? Mark shook his head.

“Oh, come on. Why not?”

“Because I have to study.” It was bogus rolling off his tongue. Mark was more than prepared for classes that didn’t start for another day or so. Some courses he could pass with his eyes closed.

“What’s your major?”

“Accounting.”

Slapping his chest, Blain spread a toothy grin and said, “Me too! Wow. I didn’t take you for the nerdy type. A baseball player, but not a nerd.”

Mark smirked. “Yeah? Me either.” A baseball player? Though he’d hiked and jogged religiously, no one had ever taken Mark for a baseball player.

“Yeah, well, my dad owns an accounting firm, so I don’t have a choice but to prepare to take over when he retires. He’s been preaching about networking and building a team. Ya’ know, bull shit.”

Mark raised a brow and cocked his head at the guy. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. If you want or if you’re still around this summer, I can get you in there for an internship.”

Mark’s eyes went wide. “Um, sure.”

“But only if you come to this party with me.”

Shit. Mark frowned. He hated being cornered or manipulated. But if this kook was telling the truth, he’d benefit. And if Blain was lying, Mark knew where to find him. Huffing and clearing his throat, he said, “Fine.”

After several hours of unpacking and listening to Blain chatter on about the different races and smells of women he’d had or wanted, Mark was relieved when it was time to head out. But another guy, this one tanned with a brawny chest and tall with sky blue eyes, barged in with a sack across his back while they were checking for wallets and phones. Though his luggage reminded Mark of someone homeless, his baseball cap, jeans and t- shirt were fresh and crispy.

“Hey man, I’m Blain.” Blain extended a hand.

The tall guy groped it with his open palm and nodded. Gravelly, he said, “John.”

“Me and Mark, over here, are going to a party. Wanna come? Supposed to be more than enough to look at.”

“I’ll come, sure. As long as there are drinks.” His deep voice cracked a little. “What time you guys leaving?”

“Whenever you’re ready.” Blain flopped down on his bed and Mark did the same.

After tossing his sack on the bare mattress across from Mark’s, John peered in the body mirror, turned his face cheek to cheek, then said, “Alright, let’s go.”

Bits and pieces of that night still made Mark blush. Flashes of bong smoke, bare tits, and the stench of alcoholic vomit stuck with him. Bulbous street lights flashed from either side of the stony pathway. Evergreen canopies and morning dew clung to the air. The bitterness of vodka and pale ale swirled around Mark’s tongue. Stomping on, with the help of his new-found buddies, Mark was overwhelmed with joy, a rolling gut, and slurred words.

“We got you,” Blain grunted, hoisting one of Mark’s arms up as it tried sliding off his shoulder.

“No. Ugh. I love you guys. I never―” Snatching his arms from Blain and John’s shoulders, Mark bent at the waist and fell to his knees. Heaving, liquid spewed up his throat, dousing the ground and coating the backs of his hands.

“Are you sure you’re a drinker, dude?” John asked through breaks of his explosive laughter.

“Come on, we gotcha,” Blain said, grasping Mark’s shoulder. John did the same. They dragged Mark to his bed, caring enough to flip his sandals off, and pull a sheet over his limp body.

Though he’d sworn off alcohol and parties after that night, Mark continually found himself a part of Blain’s escapades. He and John dragged Mark to parties and clubs on and off campus. One party just so happened to be a rush they’d tricked him into, leading to the trio’s pledging. They’d study names, mottos, and missions. They were bruised and battered with holey, wooden paddles, tossed around like rag dolls, and caught open-handed slaps and thumping fists to the chest. Aches, bruises and sleepless nights were the norm for a few months. Mark had never cried so much in his life. But Blain and John pulled him through, forcing him into the clutches of the big brothers night after night, with them at his side. Of the ten guys they started with, only four, the trio and Kyle, made it through. But things only got wilder from there.

Especially when they went up to the cabin.

Blain had always had the keys, leading Mark, and everyone else on campus, to believe he had owned it before he officially inherited it. There were many parties and hazing events that took place in that private piece of wilderness. Back then, it offered the typical fraternity guys a chance to live the social dream. They’d party all day, winning praise from their peers and, in some cases, professors.

As they’d gotten older, cabin visits adopted a twist in agenda. It was more about just going fishing and spending time with your closest friends and, in Blain’s case especially, kids. Still, Mark didn’t mind driving up. There was something about the wilderness that relaxed his muscles and banished day to day migraines. He loved the sound of the birds playing around in the tree canopies as his boots crushed the gravel and greenery on his lone hiking ventures. Taking in the view of the surrounding mountain ranges and sucking in the breeze that lingered along Lake Tahoe was refreshing. But mostly, he loved the solidarity.

After Mr. Prazzel’s fatal heart attack, the certified public accounting firm and cabin was left to Blain. This came as no surprise. Mark, Blain, and John interned there every summer during college, as promised. After the massive restructuring, Blain became managing partner, John became partner, and Mark was financial comptroller.

Mark couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. He was comfortable with silently laughing in the background, egging the guys on and tolerating their antics. He was much better at calming John’s explosive temper or covering for Blain when whoever he was dating became curious about his infidelity. They made Mark into the man he was, and he owed them everything, with loyalty being at the top of the list.

“I’m so excited we’re doing this,” Casey said, continuing with her eyeliner.

Mark cringed as he glared at the alpine curvature that played with the horizon, protecting them from the sun. His heart thumped at his chest as the night he’d met her played over in his mind, burning his heart for the fiftieth time.

That night, the frat house was crawling with wannabes and drunken girls. Alternative rock blasted, vibrating the walls, threatening to bring the colonial down on its foundation. Mark turned a beer can up, barreling through it and crushing it on the pale wall. Straightening his back and puffing his chest out, he smiled. The dim living room was crowded. They’d moved the furniture so there was nothing but the waist high stereo and the creaky oak floor. And praise from peers. Lots and lots of praise.

“Ah! Mark, Mark, Mark! We made it!” Blain screamed over the jeers of Kyle and John. His bald head glimmered in the dim lights.

John cuffed Mark’s peach-fuzzed crown, reminding him of what they’d lost for social acceptance. “Mark, we fucking did it!” Teary eyed, he cuffed Mark’s neck and shook him. “We fucking did it!”

“God damn right!” Kyle agreed. Though he had shed about fifty pounds over the last two months, his cheeks still jiggled as much as his gut. His tinted head shone from the laser lights that bounced off table-dancing girls. Mark smirked. Screaming old heads cheered the girls on as they hoped to get lucky while they were back in town. It must’ve taken a lot to convince their wives to let them come back to town to beat the shit out of their new little brothers.

Mark shook himself loose of the huddle. He shuddered. The fresh welts from the beating were raw on his rump. But pride and elation made the bruises a minor hindrance. Feeling the cool beer trickle through him, he said, “I gotta hit the head.”

“Hurry back, dude,” John slurred. “We gotta do more shots and Lilian brought us a cake.”

Mark nodded and squeezed through the crowd and a freshman tripped over his shoe. “Shit, dude! I’m so sorry!” the guy said, his eyes wide and tone shaken.

Mark smiled, clasped the guy’s shoulder and yelled, “Blain, John, Kyle, this asshole scoffed my shoe! What should I do?”

The brothers at once replied, “Upside down kegger!” Girls screamed and laughed as John and Blain pushed through the crowd, took the freshman by his legs and arms, and carried him over to the corner. Mark laughed and headed for the only bathroom, but he was stopped by a line that swallowed the staircase.

Scoffing, he pushed through a group of stumbling girls, making his way to the whining screen door. Outside, he burrowed through smokers. Some were preaching about a government conspiracy and how college was a rip-off. Others were whistling and yelling at a group of girls coming up the walkway. The old Mark would’ve waited for them to the clear the stairs before proceeding. But his knees were starting to shake and his stomach felt tight. So, he pushed forward.

Most of the girls cleared his way, but one grazed his side with her shoulder.

“Oh!” She chuckled while catching her footing, “I’m sorry.”

“God, Casey! Come on. We’re already late,” a blonde whined, before slamming the screen shut.

“You’re fine,” Mark said. He stared, trapped in her sapphire gaze. For a second, he thought he’d pissed himself as his belly loosen and knees seized. His cheeks burned.

“Wait, this is your party, right? Congratulations.” She smiled, flicking her shoulder-length, dark curls, and batting long eyelashes that just barely shielded her glimmering baby blues.

He’d never been so stuck on someone’s beauty and sultry voice. He didn’t want this to pass. He couldn’t let her pass. Of the many girls Blain and John tried setting Mark up with to lose his virginity, this was it. She was it. He wanted to suck her plump lips and kiss the mole on her left cheek. How would Blain handle this? he thought.

“I’m Mark,” he said, wanting to kick himself for having a tremoring throat. He’d just endured the ass whipping of a lifetime. His dark, egg-yolk-stained, sweaty, long sleeved shirt, holey jeans, and raw rump were proof of a job well done. The celebration that went on behind him solidified it, too. But he couldn’t bring himself to be smooth enough to get a girl. Have you learned nothing? He yelled to himself.

Before he could turn around and run off, she said, “I’m Casey. Well, some of the people here call me Marilyn but I resent that.” She giggled. “I’ve seen you around. You’re a tutor, right? And on the dean’s list? You’re pretty smart.” It tickled him inside, making him ache the way he did when Blain made he and John watch lesbian porn. Casey was the first girl to compliment his brains, not his newfound status or his friendship with the guys.

“Thanks.” He cursed himself for lacking the cleverness to woo her back.

“Are you leaving?” she asked.

“Uh, no. I’m going for a walk. This is a little overwhelming,” he said, trying his best to smile through a lie.

“Can I come?”

He winced at her. What? With me? No way this is real, he thought. “Isn’t your friend―”

“She’ll be OK. Honestly, I didn’t want to stay here long. She wanted me to come with her so she wouldn’t feel like a Blain groupie. Whoever that is.” She rolled her eyes.

Mark snickered. Blain had probably fucked half the freshman class by now. “He’s my buddy and brother. This is our party.” She smiled and shrugged. Which was strange. Mark hadn’t met a girl on, or off, campus who resisted Blain’s charm. So, he went on. “Sure, you can come with me,” he said. But his bladder was ready to burst, along with other things. Quickly, he decided to use his perks of belonging to a house now by pushing through to the front of the line to pee. “Do you want me to grab you a drink and meet here in about five minutes?”

“Sure. I’ll go tell Shelly that I’m leaving.”

“OK.” He smiled as his heart thudded.

All the noise around him fell on empty ears. He was deafened by her glow, her sweet perfume, and her smiling eyes. And she wanted to walk with him. She wanted to talk to him. And soon after, he found out she wanted to be with him. And he wanted nothing more than to have her.

Day in and day out, they’d spent every night together. Between classes, they discussed number theory and conspiracies, law, and sports. Casey was an intelligent, outgoing soul, and as charismatic as Blain. Well, she had to be. Being a pre-law then law school graduate granted such an attitude. But most of all, she allowed Mark to be himself. Not the sarcastic frat boy who tortured freshman, but the dorky, shy kid that grew up as a loner.

“Mark?” Casey asked, returning the makeup back to her purse and him back to their current reality.

Though her eyes burned the side of his face, Mark didn’t answer. Instead, he concentrated on the asphalt that disappeared underneath the SUV. Oak trees along the foot of the range provided a persistent evergreen stain in his left peripheral.

Casey’s stare, voice, and presence were too much for him–still. His chest got tight and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Every day for the last couple months, he’d wake on the couch alone with tears in his eyes, rage in heart, and that evening replaying in his mind.

That evening, he’d found her sobbing in their dim bedroom. After comforting her (sort of), she revealed the thing that weighed on her shoulders.

“I slept with Sean,” she blubbered. Time froze and Mark’s heart skipped a few beats as his body went numb. He couldn’t speak or cry. Not even faint. He only stared as she begged for forgiveness through glassy red eyes.

Mark knew Sean from the corporate Christmas parties Casey had been dragging him to for years. They’d talk about professional football before Mark excused himself and disappeared at the open bar. Sean wasn’t a half-bad looking guy either. Taut, tan, with dark hair and eyes. Opposite of Mark’s pale, lanky figure, short, platinum-blond hair, and blue eyes.

Sean. What a fucking douche bag.

Though Casey claimed it happened once, Mark couldn’t shake that nagging feeling that she was lying. She worked with Sean. He was her paralegal for God’s sake.

Since her confession, Casey had been more attentive than ever. The way her eyes shimmered with hope and optimism made Mark grimace. He wasn’t sure if it was her attempt at getting sex from him or if she genuinely felt sorry for what she’d done.

But it didn’t matter. He’d been too repulsed to touch or even look her in the eye. There was no telling what they’d say about him–or worse, her.

“Mark, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” Her voice became stern.

Instead of replying, he read the jade sign off to the right: Carnelian Bay, California. Their destination.

“Mark?” When he didn’t respond, she slapped her thighs. Huffing, she said, “I thought we agreed we would at least pretend to be in a good place with our marriage while we try this.”

Casey was frowning. He didn’t have to look at her to know.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” He began, cracking a half, cynical smile. “The way I see it, if we are in a good place, we wouldn’t have to come up here for such a disgusting, ugh, thing.” 

“People who are in healthy relationships do this. We agreed we were going to at least try it.” She smiled, now rubbing the back of Mark’s neck.

Once again, those lasers peered through his flesh down into his soul, but he bit his tongue, gulping down an insult that would’ve sent her over the edge.

“Look, Mark,” she went on, “I thought we were trying to get past that by doing new things. We both agreed that swinging may help our sex life. I mean you rarely―” She stopped. Casey hated complaints. She only liked solutions; a motto that she preached daily to Mark who, himself, was a realist. “You know what? No. This’ll be fun and you’ll enjoy yourself. Besides, you brought it up to me so. . .”

She was right. One night, a few weeks ago, she’d invited him out to dinner. After four bottles of red, he’d brought it up to her as a joke he shared with Blain and John. Then the swing, spearheaded by Blain, was being planned.

I’m making a two-hour drive into the mountains with you. Obviously, we’re doing this.

“Mark, let’s just stick to our plan–do this for the month and go from there. OK?” She ran her fingertips over his shoulder and down his polo sleeve.

The tautness of her glare made Mark want to flinch. How could something so sexy nauseate him? Finally, he flashed Casey a smile, a weak attempt at being reassuring.

Casey was so sure their perverted misadventures would tame the heap of garbage known as their marriage. He chuckled inside, anticipating it all blowing up in her face.

To keep the peace at home, Mark often pretended to be kind when he couldn’t avoid her or when they weren’t fighting. He did have his moments of doubt, when a piece of him wanted to leave the couch and cuddle in bed. But a bigger piece wanted to be a million miles away from her. He resented his bleeding heart as much as the sleepless nights.

But his buddies were so sure this would work, so sure that this would save him from despair and anger. That things would go back to the way they were, only better. So, he stretched his half-smile full and said, “I know.”

Casey planted her lips on Mark’s cheek, stealing a kiss. The warmth from her aura sent chills up his spine.

Mark slowed to turn left onto a single lane road as they continued up the mountainside. They passed several vacation homes in a variety of styles before approaching a hidden driveway off to the right side of the road.

He pulled into the narrow asphalt driveway that was paved with bull pine, buckwheat, and large shrubs for a mile on either side. Blain’s father was keen on privacy, so it didn’t surprise Mark that he bought a massive piece of mountainside land only for a mile of it to be woodlands and a tar driveway.

There were beds of pink and purple Musk flowers and purple columbine along the last few feet of the driveway, breaking the dreary brown and green foliage that made up the scenery from the road. The end of the asphalt wrapped around the cabin and merged back into itself, leading back to the road. It was a nightmare getting out whenever there were parties going on. But it birthed a love of 4X4 off-road antics for the guys.

The two-story Bavarian chalet sat ahead, nuzzled up against a wall of oak trees that broke around the back, offering a serene view of the crystal blue lake and the mountain range that towered over it in the distance. Thick chunks of gray stone made up the outer walls and each window was hidden under honey wood awnings that matched the door and porch. It looked like it belonged in an eighteenth-century English town.

The pine and oak trees that led the way up the driveway riddled most of the land, making it nearly impossible for the sun’s rays to make their way in to destroy the shade. Only nearly. Shimmering sunlight danced on the brown shingles and wherever it could sneak through. Small animals scurried about, veering in and out of the flower beds, darting back into the dimness of the woods.

At the front of the house, on the dirt yard, sat a black jeep.

“Oh, it looks like Roxie and uh…” Casey snapped her fingers, as if trying desperately to remember who Mark’s best friend was. “Blain,” she blurted, “…are already here.”

Mark flicked his eyes. He hated when she acted petty over Blain. She always complained about how his arrogance made her want to slap the spit out of his mouth. But Mark thought Blain’s pompous attitude was entertaining. Mark tried to get her to see that too. But he gave up when he decided he didn’t care about what she thought about anything anymore.
They climbed the wooden steps and the arched Victorian door flung open. Roxie appeared, wielding a bottle of white wine and a big smile.
Kyla Ross is a horror, thriller, and dark fiction writer from Detroit, Michigan. She posts suspense and horror flash fiction on her blog at kyrobooks.com and is the author of a gruesome, suspenseful short story series titled A Trinity of Wicked Tales and an erotic thriller novel titled When We Swing—An Erotic Thriller. Kyla’s extreme horror novel, Hotel Holly, will be released fall 2017.



 

Release Tour ~ Acceptance ~ by ~ Trish Beninato

Title: Acceptance
Series: The Jewel Trilogy #1
Author: Trish Beninato
Genre: YA Fantasy Romance 
Release Date: August 15, 2017

 

 

When destiny and desire collide…

 


In a community full of supernatural powers, eighteen-year-old Jewel longs for a life of normalcy. But nothing in her life is ordinary. And suddenly she discover she’s more abnormal than she ever realized–complete with a past she never knew existed. Once a goddess from ancient Greece, Jewel is the main reason everyone has their special abilities. 

As she struggles with her newfound knowledge, Jewel encounters the mysterious god of Egypt, Anubis. With a past she has no recollection of, she tries to deny the pull she has for the sexy god. But, destiny has other plans. As she uncovers more secrets about who she really is, Jewel is pulled into a dangerous world surrounded by a prophecy–a prophecy that both terrifies and intrigues her. Will Jewel accept who she once was for a chance to become who she’s meant to be?

Trish Beninato is a young adult fantasy/scifi indie author, who has an unhealthy love for Marvel comics and Star Wars. She is desperately trying to make thirty the new twenty and lives in Colorado with her husband, three children and her adorable rescue pup. She was born in Indiana and raised around the world, spending most of her youth in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. She has a love for traveling and moving to new places thanks to being a child of the military and now spouse to a military soldier. In her spare time she works with young children, paints and hikes around the Rocky Mountains.


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Cover Reveal ~ Redemption ~ by ~ Kate Bonham

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Redemption

(Craving Crimson, Bk 2)

Kate Bonham

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Cover Design: Desiree DeOrto

Release: Late October 2017

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Everything I’ve ever known has been a lie.
After it all, I only want peace from it all.
Peace from the world of Alchemists, Nosferatu and Fae.
I am done.

Or I thought I was until she came knocking on my door.

Now, I’m thrust back into the world I had hoped to escape to seek out my redemption…

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Kate grew up in Western Sydney, Australia, hoping to one day have a pet dragon and castle to roam around in. Then the Khaleesi stole her life and she was forced to reinvent herself.

It was around the age of 15 when she really thought she could make it as a writer, and after course after course on different writing styles, she finally gulped down her fear and pursued independent publishing.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her boyfriend and their zoo of pets that include snakes, spiders, scorpion, lizards, gecko, an axolotl and birds.

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Blog Tour & Review ~ Love In The Friend Zone ~ by ~ Molly E. Lee

LOVE IN THE FRIEND ZONE by Molly E. Lee is live! Check out the review below!

 

LOVE IN THE FREIND ZONE
YA Contemporary Romance
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How can she hook up the boy of her dreams with the girl of his?
The only thing worse than not being able to tell your best friend you’re head over heels in love with him? Having to smile and nod when he enlists your help to ensnare the girl of his dreams.
Braylen didn’t even want to go to Lennon Pryor’s epic graduation-night party, but when Fynn begs her to be his “wingwoman,” she can’t deny him. Talking up her BFF—how he’s magic behind a camera, with a killer sense of humor, and eyelashes that frame the most gorgeous blue eyes in the history of forever—is easy. Supporting his efforts to woo someone so completely wrong for him? Not so much.
Fynn knows that grad night is his last shot to find true love before leaving for college. And thanks to Bray, he gets his chance with the beautiful Katy Evans. But over the course of the coolest party of their high school careers, he starts to see that perhaps what he really wants has been in front of him all along. Bray’s been his best friend since kindergarten, though, and he’d rather have her in his life as a friend than not at all.

 

 

 

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In a way, this sort of reminded me of Can’t Hardly Wait a little. Just that it’s the end of high school, grad night party and it’s time to say what you want to say before you never see these people again. Right?

Braylen has been in love with Fynn for years. And Fynn has never seen her as anything other than his BFF. So when Fynn asks Braylen to go to a party with him and talk him up to the popular girl he has a crush on, she’s less than thrilled. But she goes.

Fynn finally has the perfect in with the girl he’s had a crush on for almost all their high school careers. And his BFF is going to help him get her. Except she is acting strangely and he’s trying to keep tabs on Braylen with the college guy she’s hanging out with.

A bunch of misunderstandings, missed chances, and hilarity make this one epic grad night party.

5 stars!

About the Author:

Molly E. Lee is an author best known for her debut novel EDGE OF CHAOS, and as a fourth year mentor at Pitch Wars – a program which connects promising writers to established authors in the community. Molly writes New Adult and Young Adult Contemporary featuring strong female heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. In addition to being a military spouse and mother of two + one stubborn English Bulldog, Molly loves watching storms from her back porch at her Midwest home, and digging for treasures in antique stores.

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Release Blitz & Review ~ Havoc ~ by ~ Laramie Brisco

 

Title: Havoc
Series: Moonshine Task Force #3
Author: Laramie Briscoe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2017
Blurb
When a marriage of convenience turns into the passion of a
lifetime…

 

Holden “Havoc” Thompson

My job as the leader of the Moonshine Task Force is my life. I eat, breathe,
and sleep it. The men under my command mean the world to me. Knowing they count
on my guidance has kept my demons at bay for longer than I care to admit.

The control I have over myself is an iron fist that sometimes threatens to
squeeze the life out of me. What I want more than anything is to live again –
let go of the hurt smothering every bit of light I have in this darkness.

I don’t expect it to come in the form of a Moonshiner’s daughter needing my
protection.

Leighton Strather

My whole life has been defined by who my family is. In the state of Alabama,
we’re number one with a target on our backs. The danger and prestige isn’t for
me. I don’t care about the money, and I care too much about the families we’ve
ruined.

My brother and my dad are proud of it. They wear their arrest records like a
badge of honor. Me? I want as far away from the lifestyle as I can get.

It’s the only reason I ask Holden to marry me. At least that’s
what I tell myself.

I never expect his whispered yes to cause such upheaval in my life. Even though
I resist, I learn some havoc is good – and this one? It’s a whirlwind of lust,
hope, and love and all I can do is let it sweep me away.

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Every Laramie Brisco book I’ve read, I’ve loved! And the Moonshine Task Force series is no different. Each story I’ve read, I love the main character and say he’s my favorite until I read the next team member’s story. Suffice it to say, I love these books!

Leighton is the daughter and granddaughter of the local moonshiners which should make her naturally Holden aka Havoc’s enemy right? No. Leighton has no desire to get swept up into her family’s business and wants away from them. Holden offered a way out.

Fast forward 6 months and they are still married in name only but they seem to be more interested in each other. Leighton has always been interested in Holden, from the very first time she saw him. But Holden feels that he can’t and won’t do relationships, he’s just protecting Leighton.

I can’t wait for Ace’s story! Each of these MTF-ers, I just wholeheartedly LOVE!!

5 stars!

Author Bio
Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin’ Country Series.

 

Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She’s appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She’s been called “a very young Maya Banks” (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being “sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart”.

When she’s not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.

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Pre-Order Blitz ~ Stripping Her Defenses ~ by ~ Amanda Adams

Today we have the teaser reveal for Stripping Her Defenses by Amanda Adams! Check it out and preorder your copy today!

Title: Stripping Her Defenses

Author: Amanda Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 15th

 

 

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Regret is a strange thing…sometimes it drops a man to his knees. But sometimes it’s more like a slow drip poison. I’ve only ever regretted two things in my life. Walking away from her was one of them…

Duty? Honor? Love? After ten years in the military, they all mean nothing to Daniel, nothing but pain. He’s home now, but war—and the secrets that followed him—hold him in an unrelenting grip. It’s dangerous to fall in love, dangerous to believe the past will stay buried where it can’t hurt the people around him, where it can’t hurt her.

But one look at Chloe and he remembers a time when all he worried about was getting his hands on her. Does he deserve a second chance? Hell no. But he’s got a new mission now: Strip every single one of Chloe’s defenses and win back her heart. He’ll use any means necessary to seduce her. And when the past comes calling, he’ll stop at nothing to protect her. Because when he’s on a mission, he always gets his mark.

 

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Regret is a strange thing. It can be powerful, so crippling it will knock a man to his knees, or so soft and insidious it’s like a slow-drip poison in the mind.
On any given day, I feel both sensations. Not for the decision I made, but for what it cost every single one of the men on the team that day. The truth changed each of us. Not one of us, had we known, would choose to bear this burden. But now that we’ve seen behind the magic curtain, it’s too late to go back. Troy is gone.
And since time travel isn’t an option…
My six years of war have ended, and I don’t feel like I belong in a suburban home, any more than I belong in this strange echo of a previous life I am destined to live. But now I’m home, back in Texas, with my sister making a fuss upstairs and everything I own in a handful of boxes on her basement floor. The house, the town, the sights and the sounds; none of it has changed, but I have. I could never be the same man I’d been when I left. Standing here, with sunlight streaming in through the windows and the smell of the neighbor’s barbecue filling the air of my sister’s immaculate, 100 year old craftsman style home with a porch that seems to stretch for miles, Americana reigns. I half expect a little girl named Betty June to ride up on her Schwinn bicycle, sporting pigtails and bobbysocks, to sell me a ticket to an ice cream social. I am so far removed from what happened in that cave in the mountains of Afghanistan that I should be relieved. Happy. Content.
Not haunted by the ghost of a man the entire world believes to be dead. It’s not his fault, but I resent him, just a little, for the weight of the secret we all now carry. Then again, I can walk down the street, eat at a restaurant and drive a car without constantly looking over my shoulder. It’s hard to hate a guy, a good man who can never go home again, when he has a target on his back.
“Daniel, are all of the boxes out of the truck?” My sister Sara’s voice echoes down the stairway, to the harsh surfaces of the finished basement as I bend over the last box, squinting to read the handwriting on the lid. The words looked something like “Iesh,” which probably meant they were Josh’s things. No one can read his handwriting without a magic de-coder ring.
“Yeah, I got the last of them,” I call out. Everything I own is in this room, and some things I wish I didn’t. The package that arrived yesterday from Italy with no return address? I haven’t opened it yet. I know who it’s from and I know what it will bring to my life. Chaos. Risk. Secrets. More secrets.
Shoving it into the bottom of my duffel bag, I head back up the ancient wood stairs. Painted lime green and scuffed from years of footfalls, they creak with every step.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Sara brushes her hands on her jeans then crosses her arms while she awaits my ascent. “I guess the nice thing about you military guys is that you don’t have a ton of stuff lying around.”
“That’s one way to look at it.” I left everything behind. Most of the stuff on the floor downstairs had been in storage the last few years, since the day I shipped out. I’m not even sure I’ll open the boxes. Everything I need to survive is in my oversized duffel bag next to the bed.
Everything I need to survive, and the one secret that might cost me everything, including the one woman I’ve never been able to forget.

 

 

About the Author:

Amanda Adams writes super-sexy, new adult and contemporary romance. A full time author, Amanda spends her days trying to walk more and type less. If she eats a salad for lunch, she makes sure to reward herself with chocolate after (as any reasonable woman would do.) Amanda believes in true love, love at first sight, and every other cliche because lightning struck her in high school and she’s been happily married to her sweetheart ever since. However, she also knows, from personal experience, that life can big one great big, painful mess as well. Amanda believes in keeping things real. Her books are free of cheating–with a guaranteed HEA–but hold on tight: it’s going to be one hell of a bumpy ride.

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Cover Reveal ~ The Life She Left Behind ~ by ~ ChaShiree M.

Title: The Life She Left Behind
Series: A Birds of Paradise Novella
Author: ChaShiree M.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 15, 2017 

 

When Fae left to find her brothers for help to get their sisters out of the cult that they all live in with their moms and dads, she never dreamed of finding a man that could and would make her feel whole. Unfortunately when things are as calm and beautiful as she thinks they can get, the shadow of her father returns and Fae must tear her heart out to save the only man she will ever love.

When Ren stumbles across this innocent looking, beautiful young lady he never imagined that she would be the most precious thing to him and that she would also be his greatest torment. Being the second to his fathers command in the Italian mafia in New York City he feels he can handle anything that comes at him. What he did not expect is a woman who could keep up with all his sexual urges and fill his heart. But now it is time that the secrets she has been keeping come out. He hopes the can help fight the demons in Fae’s past before she tears his heart out completely by disappearing again.

 


ChaShiree M. is 34 years old. She loves to write as much as she loves to help mold and mentor the new generation. You can find her at home in Chicago chilling with her friends and family or trying to find the next book event to go to and fangirl. 


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Release Blitz ~ Cessy ~ by ~ Ambere Sabo

Title: Cessy
Series: A Silent Sons MC
Author: Ambere Sabo
Genre:  MC Romance
Release Date: August 17, 2017
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I was born the Princess of an MC I knew nothing about. Thrown into their world of crazy, when I had no other options. Despised by the club for things out of my control. It took me a long time to find my way in this life, but I became the Princess I was born to be. Now they have taken my Pops from me, and I will bring hell on earth to those who caused his death. 

The Silent Sons have promised to help me find those responsible. I was looking for answers, and I found Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody. Will he be my saving grace in this life or will we both lose our lives when we find an enemy more twisted than we could imagine?

Ambere is a transplant from Arizona to Fort Worth Texas where she currently lives raising her three munchkins. She is an avid reader of all things Paranormal and Romance. Ambere enjoys music and tries to get to as many concerts as she can. Cessy is her debut novel, and she is currently working on the second book in The Silent Sons MC series. 

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