Release Blitz ~ Chasing A Legend ~ by ~ Sarah Robinson

Today we have the release day blitz of Chasing a Legend by Sarah Robinson! Check out the release day festivities and grab your copy today!!

Title: Chasing a Legend

Author: Sarah Robinson

Release Date: August 22nd

About Chasing a Legend:

The most soulful Kavanagh brother tackles the challenge of a lifetime—with a little help from the girl of his dreams.

“Fans of Lori Foster’s SBC Fighters series will love the MMA atmosphere of [Sarah] Robinson’s Legends.”—Library Journal

A topnotch manager and agent, Quinn Kavanagh pictures a life outside of his family’s renowned MMA gym. Beneath his sleek exterior, Quinn has a secret passion for sculpting. But after a nearly fatal motorcycle accident, he’s struggling just to walk again, let alone get back to the studio—and it doesn’t help that the doctor in charge of his physical therapy is his childhood crush. Quinn’s always ready for a fight, but the bittersweet sting of unrequited love has him begging for mercy.

Dr. Kiera Finley is determined to make her medical residency a success. Six years ago, she gave in and shared a single passionate night with Quinn. Now she’s just hoping the cocky lover from her past doesn’t derail her plans for the future. Little by little, though, Kiera gets to know another side of Quinn. She knew he was a family man, devoted to his parents and brothers, but he’s also a free spirit trapped in a cage—and only she has the key. To heal both Quinn’s body and soul, Kiera’s tempted to give him a special kind of medicine.

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Advance Praise:

“Robinson concludes her Kavanagh Legends contemporary quartet (after Becoming a Legend) with a perfect blend of smoldering heat and gentle tenderness. After an accident, mixed martial arts fighter Quinn Kavanagh is placed under the care of physical therapist Keira Finley, his first and only love. She has no idea that she broke his heart when she left for college six years earlier. They’d been best friends since they were kids and never experienced life without each other’s unwavering support, but when Quinn didn’t ask her to stay, Keira needed to prove to herself that she could make it on her own. Quinn’s emotional scars run a lot deeper than the physical ones. He’s afraid to open himself up to Keira again, but with the encouragement of his boisterous, fun-loving family, he learns to give to himself as freely as he’s always given to others. This endearing story showcases Keira and Quinn’s easy banter, familiar warmth, and unquenchable heat. Quinn is the last Kavanagh brother to meet his mate, but subtle mentions of potential future love matches among their friends will leave readers eager for spin-offs.” – Publisher’s Weekly

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“I’m leaving Legends now. My bags are packed, so be ready to go as soon as I get there,” Quinn said into the phone, his thick arm flexing as he twisted it to look at his watch.
“UK, here we come!” his older brother Kane shouted through the line. Quinn could practically see him fist-pumping the air. “You’re the best manager ever, Q!”
“Better believe it, Killer.” Quinn laughed before disconnecting the call and pushing his phone into a small interior pocket of the leather jacket that fit snugly over his chiseled back and broad shoulders.
Straddling his prized possession, a classic Ducati he’d kept in pristine condition for years, Quinn pulled on his helmet and gloves. His shaggy black hair peeked out from under the edges of the helmet, framing his face. Though covered in leather, glimpses of his love of ink showed on his neck and hands. What could not be seen was how the tattoos continued onto his chest and back as well. He loved the images, and each one had a special meaning to him—a falcon across his chest in midflight to symbolize his yearning for freedom, a dragon wrapping his arm to mark the fire in his blood, the Kavanagh family crest and motto in Gaelic on his back to represent family pride, along with phrases and names of people and moments that had made him who he was.
But the small metal bar through his eyebrow, or the piercings in his ear? Those were just for fun.
The motorcycle roared to life beneath him, easily heard from blocks away, as he pulled out onto the main street and headed for his parents’ house to meet his brother. He might not live there any longer, but he’d grown up in that house, and it would always feel like home. The whole neighborhood was his home; he knew everyone there, and everyone knew the Kavanaghs—for better or worse.
Quinn rode past the quaint houses in the Woodlawn area of the Bronx, going through a mental checklist of everything he needed to do before Kane competed next week. The International MMA Championship, held in London this year, was the biggest mixed martial arts competition in the world. Kane had won that championship the last two years, giving him the title of World’s Greatest MMA Fighter. Kane planned to win a third time next week and Quinn was eager to stand by his side when he did.
It’d been three short years since his brother had been thrust into the public spotlight after winning his first U.S. National Championship in Vegas. Quinn beamed proudly at the memory. Even though he wasn’t the one in the cage, he still felt a part of his brother’s success, having managed his entire career from the beginning. Kane’s win was Quinn’s win. It was a win for all the Kavanaghs—something they each really needed after everything the family had been through.
As he approached his parents’ street, he signaled with both his right hand and turn signal that he was switching lanes. A large truck whistled past, completely ignoring his signal. Quinn yanked the bike to the left, narrowly escaping a collision as his heart leapt into his throat.
Asshole.
Taking a deep breath to calm the adrenaline shooting through his body at the close call, Quinn carefully looked around, and once he’d confirmed that the right lane was clear, he again signaled his intentions. Sliding the bike into the right lane, he accelerated, eager to get to his childhood home.
That was his last thought before it happened.
His family.
How happy he was.
How much he loved his life.
A silver sedan parallel-parked against the curb nosed out into the right lane, directly in front of Quinn’s bike. His eyes widened as the air left his lungs, and he attempted to swerve around the sudden obstacle.
But there was no time. There was no space.
The front wheel of his bike slammed into the front wheel well of the sedan, and Quinn was weightless. He barely had a moment to blink before he was twisting through the air—over the handlebars, over his bike, over the sedan.
He heard the impact before he felt it.
His body skidding over the unforgiving pavement as wind rushed past him—a crunching, tumbling screech. Car horns firing, people screaming—or was he screaming? The echoes inside his helmet both muted and deafened.
But then he felt it, and it was fucking hell.
The crack of bones, a searing pain shooting through him. Every nerve ending in his body set on fire at the force of impact, consuming him till he was certain he couldn’t stand another second of it. Sliding across the pavement, his skin burned against the grating asphalt, his leather gear no match for the unforgiving surface.
And then it was quiet.
So fucking quiet as he stared up at the sun and waited . . . for what, he didn’t know.
He wasn’t connected to his body, but somehow trapped inside it. Quinn tried to call for help, tried to get up, but his lungs and limbs ignored his commands.
Just as his eyes began to flutter closed, the pain overtaking him, pushing him beyond what he could ever handle . . . he saw her. Her strawberry-blond hair falling down past her soft pink cheeks, the sun creating a halo behind her. Her fingertips grazed his face, and she whispered to him so softly he barely made out what she said. Light blue eyes, nearly translucent in their brightness, told him to just hold on . . . don’t let go . . . don’t give up.
And then she was gone.
And so was he.

 

 

 

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Aside from being a Top 10 Barnes & Noble and Amazon Bestseller, Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in forensic and clinical psychology. She is newly married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiasts as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues including everything from mammals to reptiles to marsupials, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters. Subscribe to her newsletter at http://www.subscribepage.com/sarahrobinsonnewsletter

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Release Blitz & Review ~ Love Another Day ~ by ~ Lexi Blake

 

 

 

A man born to protect

After a major loss, Brody Carter found a home with the London office of McKay-Taggart. A former soldier, he believes his job is to take the bullets and follow orders. He’s happy to take on the job of protecting Dr. Stephanie Gibson while the team uses her clinic in Sierra Leone to bring down an international criminal. What he never expected was that the young doctor would prove to be the woman of his dreams. She’s beautiful, smart, and reckless. Over and over he watches her risk her life to save others. One night of pure passion leads him to realize that he can’t risk his heart again. When the mission ends, Brody walks away, unwilling to lose another person he loves.

A woman driven to heal

Stephanie’s tragic past taught her to live for today. Everything she’s done in the last fifteen years has been to make up for her mistakes. Offering medical care in war-torn regions gives her the purpose she needs to carry on. When she meets her gorgeous Aussie protector, she knows she’s in too deep, but nothing can stop her from falling head over heels in love. But after one amazing night together, Brody walks away and never looks back. Stephanie is left behind…but not alone.

A secret that will change both their lives

A year later, Stephanie runs afoul of an evil mercenary who vows to kill her for failing to save his son. She runs to the only people she trusts, Liam and Avery O’Donnell. She hasn’t come alone and her secret will bring her former lover across the world to protect her. From Liberia to Dallas to Australia’s outback, Brody will do whatever it takes to protect Stephanie from the man who wants to kill her, but it might be her own personal demons that could destroy them both.

 

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The door slammed and she suddenly found herself with her back against it. Brody crowded in, taking up all the space and staring down at her. His body brushed hers and she found both her wrists captured in one of his. He dragged them over her head, forcing her chest to come out, breasts skimming along his body. “I shouldn’t do this.”

Tough chick was winning. Steph let her take over. It was surely better than the desperate girl who lived inside her. She kept asking for love and affection and getting swatted away. This was the next best thing, possibly the only thing she would ever get. “Then don’t. Let me go and I won’t bother you again.”

“No, you’ll go find Ezra Fain and bother him,” Brody said on a growl.

“Somehow, I don’t think he’ll find me a bother.” She’d barely spoken two words to the man, but she wasn’t going to admit it. It was better to let Brody think she wasn’t a love-starved girl.

“He won’t fucking find you anything at all. If you’re determined to not sleep alone tonight, you can damn well do it with me.” His mouth came down on hers and every inch of her skin came alive. His kiss was overwhelming, hungry. There was no slow meshing of mouths. He took her, his tongue surging inside and dominating her own. He let go of her hands and started to explore her body. His hands were on her hips when he came up for air. “I’m leaving in the morning. I’m going back to London and I can’t come back.”

She’d known that would probably be his answer. She’d known he wouldn’t want to stay and she couldn’t leave.

“One night. That’s all I want.” It was all she could have. It had been foolish to think it could be any different.

His mouth came down on hers again and she let herself get swept away. One night and her life would go back to normal. One night and then she would be alone again. His hands started to roam over her and she tried to forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

He stepped back, his entire body set in hard lines. He strode over to the bed and sat down. “Take off the gown. It’s pretty, but I want to see you.”

She hesitated, all her insecurities coming to the forefront. Somehow, she’d thought he would simply take her. “Let me get the lights.”

He was back in her space again, his hand wrapping around her wrist. “I didn’t say turn off the lights. I said take off the gown. How am I going to see you if you turn off the lights?”

“Brody,” she began.

He was having none of it. “You got on your knees in front of me and you said you knew what you were offering me. The first thing you were offering me was obedience. The second was your body. You’re giving me neither right now.”

His voice had gone midnight dark and something about the tone made her soften. He was right. She did know what she’d offered him and now she was trying to have it all her way.

There was nothing wrong with her body. It was feminine and she was healthy. What was she afraid of? “All right.”

He let go of her wrist and sat back down, looking like a damn king waiting on his concubine’s performance. For all his “I’m nothing but a grunt” talk, the man could be incredibly arrogant, and damn if she didn’t find it sexy as hell.

Something about that voice let her know that everything was going to be fine. He was past the point of rejection. He was in and that meant he would play her Dom for the night. He would take care of her. She was as safe with him in the bedroom as she’d been in the field.

At least she was safe for the night. In the morning she would be in a world of hurt, but she wasn’t thinking past tonight.

 

 

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Brody is my kinda guy! 6’7″, alpha and an accent?? Totally my type. So I don’t blame Steph one bit. 

Steph has worked for MacKay-Taggert for years. She’s one of their own, or at least Liam O’Donnell thinks. But then Brody re-enters the picture again and everything has turned upside down. 

Steph is now running for her life with the help of MacKay Taggert and her Hot Aussie that she’s determined to ignore. But Brody is big and determined so it won’t be that easy. 

I love Lexi Blake’s writing! Every character I love just a bit!

5 stars!

 

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Release Blitz & Review ~ Toxic ~ by ~ Nicole Blanchard

Toxic

by Nicole Blanchard
Publication Date: August 22, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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“John Doe” was just another patient. A criminal.

As a prison nurse, I knew the rules: do my job, don’t get involved, and never let a prisoner get under my skin.

I broke all three.

My passion, my obsession, my addiction. I risked my entire life so we could be together.

I thought helping him escape from prison would be the hard part.

It turns out when you fall in love with a villain, you also turn into one.

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This was a dark one. Darker than I normally read. But it wasn’t bad by any means. Just if people think it’s a light and funny one, you will be shocked. Ok enough disclaimer.

Tessa is a prison nurse, so you know she’s already a strong woman. She meets “John Doe” inmate patient who intrigues and entices her. Even though she’s married. First rule of working in a prison, is to not get taken in by any of the inmates.

That soon changes with Gracin and she finds herself telling him information she doesn’t share with anyone – among other things and we’ll just leave it at that.

All of this leads to one hectic, long, twisted journey that you have to read to believe.

5 stars!

About Nicole Blanchard

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Blanchard lives in Mississippi with her family and their menagerie of animals. She chooses each day to chase her own fairy tale even if they contain their fair share of dragons. She is married to her best friend and owns her own business.

Nicole survives on a diet of too many books and substantial amounts of root beer and slim jims. When not reading, she’s lavishing attention on her family or inhaling every episode of The Walking Dead and The Big Bang Theory.

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Book Blitz ~ Watch Over ~ by ~ Amy Reece

Title: Watch Over
Series: The DeLucas Family #1
Author: Amy Reece
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Release Date: July 11, 2017
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

 

Melanie Blythe has a house, a career, and a cat. She doesn’t need a man. But she isn’t the only one who’s noticed the gorgeous cop down the street. When her faithless cat prances home from the cop’s house with a note tucked in his collar, it might be the beginning of something beautiful…or it might be Melanie’s death warrant.

Detective Finn DeLuca is stuck at home recovering from a hit-and-run accident, and has plenty of time to wonder about the woman two doors down. There’s something mysterious about the beautiful brunette, and he’s determined to get to know her. 

But someone else has other plans. 
As the two grow closer, someone is watching—and waiting. Sooner or later, their chance will come. 

And the two lovebirds will never see it coming.

Amy Reece lives in Albuquerque, NM, with her husband and family. She loves to read and travel and has an unhealthy addiction to dogs. She believes red wine and coffee are the elixirs of life and lead to great inspiration. She is the author of The Seeker Series (YA paranormal) and The Way to Her Heart (YA romantic suspense).


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Release Boost ~ Butcher ~ by ~ LeAnn Ashers

Title: Butcher
Series: The Devil Souls MC
Author: LeAnn Ashers
Genre: MC Romance / Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 17, 2017 

 

He stalked me from the moment he saw me. He watched me day and night. 

Butcher is what everyone calls crazy. They see all the tattoos and scars and to be honest, to most people he looks downright scary. He’s dangerous. He is after all the enforcer to the Devil Souls MC. 

But to me? He’s just Butcher. I see him. I see who he really is. I see a man who will do anything for the people he cares about. I see the man who will protect and love me above everything else. 

I am just as obsessed with him as he is me. I will die for him and he would kill for me. 

What everyone doesn’t know is I have the same crazy inside of me…


This book can be read as a standalone, but it is recommended to read the first two first.


LeAnn Ashers is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing. She released her debut novel early 2016. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally. She is the author of the Forever Series and the Devil Souls MC.

 



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Release Tour ~ Animal Graph ~ by ~ M. Black

Title: Animal Graph
Series: Graph World Book #1
Author: M. Black
Genre: YA Amazonian Eco-Fic Dystopia
Release Date: June 7, 2017
Set in the Amazonian jungles of South America, M.Black weaves an action-packed tale in this original YA Amazonian Eco-Fic Dystopia set forty-two years after a nuclear war. Jin—a prisoner of King Borran—and Adan—another Graphed—have to fight for their survival in a utopia gone wrong. In a world where animal cells and neural tissue have been grafted into humans, and humans are connected by brain waves to chosen animals from the Amazon, will Jin and Adan survive? Will they ever find their Animal Graph counterparts? Can the Earth find harmony with humanity and the animals or will those wanting to destroy it all win?

Socially relevant, dark and sexy, with themes that hang on environmental concerns and animal welfare…ENTER TOMORROW with ANIMAL GRAPH. A novel along the lines of Hunger Games meets X-Men. If you’re a fan of The Treemakers, The Sowing, Simulation, Age of Order, A Brave New World or A Canticle for Leibowitz, you may also enjoy this novel. 

 

“WOW! WHAT A CONCEPT! I CAN SAY THAT THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK OF THIS KIND THAT I HAVE READ.” -Amazon Reader 

“THIS STORY IS A HOME RUN. THERE IS A HUNGER GAMES FEEL TO THIS STORY. VERY MUCH IMPRESSED” -Avid Reader and Editor

“THIS WAS AN AWESOME STORY. IN THE APOCALYPTIC FUTURE THEY ARE EXPERIMENTING ON PRISONERS.” -Amazon Reader

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My feminine bottom slides down the wet, slippery cliff at the end of the path of foliage, dropping me forty meters into the abyss below where I thrash, arms flailing about me in a sure drown, water gulping down my tight throat in a struggle for air. My long, auburn hair is drenched to my side like a second skin. I barely know how to swim, but I have no other choice but to sink down where I won’t be seen. They’re on my trail and the choking gas has almost reached me.
Glancing skyward, under a thin layer of water, I see a cake of the pinkish fog choke the plants and moss above, that grows off the dark stones there—the only elegance out here. Water cascades into a beautiful waterfall toward me in a steady stream, and I hear the loud fog horn-like sound from my pursuers alerting everyone in the vicinity that I’m nearby. 
They’ll need to find me before sundown or risk encountering the savage wildlife of the Amazon rainforest, like Radguars, a mutated form of the Jaguar which began to appear after the radiation hit. No one ever lives after facing one. They’ll tear a man to shreds. 
I hear them coming, five of them—they always come in fives—their thick boots hitting the forest floor in a scratch-scratch as they approach the end of my path. I’m not even sure how I do this—hear them. The distance is more than thirty meters away and the rush of water interferes with my ears. I never would have been able to do this before they took me. 
Taken in the middle of the night by Borran’s soldiers while asleep in my cell, a two-by-three-meter room in which I’d been locked for a year, since I was sixteen, after I’d stolen a loaf of bread from a village vendor. Too many of us end up behind bars for petty crimes, to ensure as a whole we comply with the laws. When they registered me for prison, they scanned the bar code on my upper arm, denoting my full name, region of residency, and any prior arrests. I didn’t have priors before, but now my bar code will always show I was in prison. 
Block D, Cell 47; D47 was my designation. Hadn’t heard my real name—Jin Maharaj—in a year. Even my cellmate referred to me as D47. By cellmate, I mean he shared the concrete cell next to me and we could speak only through a barred opening between us, the size of my hand. We all got used to calling each other numbers. When they first took me, I’d sit in my cell for hours daydreaming about my family, about Lila—our good family friend. She was married to a medicine man and tried to help Papa and my sister May when they got sick. I’d remember her words of encouragement, ‘Nature has all the answers. Stick to nature.’ But I’d always be interrupted by our mandated chores: washing clothes, floors, toilets, gardening, or working in the shops to make rubber. Slop three times a day was pushed under the cell door to keep us alive for all the work. 
Prisoners were the first to undergo the Graph procedure to enhance human abilities by grafting animal cells and neural tissue into humans. As a side effect, electrical pulses from animal brain waves would fuse—or Graph—into the human’s brain waves and form an intuitive bond with the animal. I struggled, kicked, and maybe even screamed before a team from Borran’s Animal Graph facility injected me with a sedative, their faces growing fuzzy, my hands grappling for something—anything—to hold on to, before I fell asleep in the arms of my enemy.
From under the thin layer of water, I watch the edge of the cliff, forty meters away, where two soldiers turn their heads left and right in a frantic search for me. I can see so much detail I shouldn’t, like the lines over their left chest pocket designating rank, and the mud splattered on the sides of their boots. Even the freckles splayed across the nose of one of them. They’ve been ordered to hunt me—to find me and then kill me, as part of their training. I feel weak, as if I could drown at any minute, because I can’t hold my breath any longer; surely I can’t. My brain tells me I need to breathe, and breathe now! Yet I’ll have to ignore the incessant thought creeping into my mind. 
Maybe the water can take me, take my breath and end me, make it all come to a close. I’m exhausted, tired of running, and it’s been a year since I’ve seen my mother—Ariana, and my younger brother—Carlos. They were forbidden to visit me in the cell, as all visitors are nowadays. My padre and older sister, May, both died from illness six months before I was thrown into prison. It’s easy to die in this world where medicines are kept only for the Prestige—the upper class that makes up 3% of the nation’s population. The rest of us poor live in sporadic villages or face the nights alone, and food is hard to come by. Meat, including fish that survived all the radiation from the Atlantic or rivers, is supposed to be given to the village guards when they come in for their monthly visits. Villages only get to keep 5% of their catch. That’s why I stole that loaf of bread for my brother. He’d gone two days without eating. Some villages grow flax or chia seeds, and others wheat or barly, still some lucky ones have chickens and eggs—but it’s never enough. If we try hiding our fish or eggs, if caught—we’re killed on the spot. I’ve seen a family murdered when I was just ten in Guiana for storing forbidden meats. Because of the radiation, good meat is hard to come by.  
Suddenly, my skin feels satiated, my lungs fill with air, and I’m not sure what’s happening or what I’ve done, but I can breathe. I take a breath and then another. I breathe as if I’m on land, except I’m not—I’m underwater. Then I suddenly remember I still have a chance at escape, because I’m not human anymore. I’m Graphed. 
Two soldiers in my sight look over the cliff, their necks straining to get a better view, and then they turn away with a shake of their heads before retreating into the forest. I feel my chest ease with relief and take another deep breath of fresh forest air, nothing like the musty cell.
This hunt makes a kind of sadistic sense, in the mind of King Borran Khan. Many of his soldiers haven’t yet undergone the Graphing procedure; only his top soldiers—after years of experiments had ensured they’d survive it—have had the Graphing installed, but the more Graphing they’ve done, the less the soldiers obey orders. The very weapon the King designed to dominate the world has a flaw. The very animalistic features that make the Graph so strong also make it wild and unpredictable.
Still, both the Graphed and unGraphed soldiers need to know how to kill us: the illegally Graphed. If Borran is to secure his nation, he has to know how to kill his enemy. An enemy encroaching on all sides now, even from within. An enemy he himself had a hand in creating.
When I don’t see soldiers after several minutes, I swim to the edge of the lake and slowly crawl out, my knees heavy, and black garb—standard prison issue—as cold and wet as my hair. My hands clasp my ears as I hear insects annoyingly buzz around me at an intensity I can’t shut off, and crickets chirp, warning me of what’s to come. Nightfall will be here soon, and I have to find a secure place to hide if I’m going to survive. I’ll have to worry about my newfound Graph gifts later. Whether they’ve made me a freak or foe to the forest will have to come second to me finding safe cover for the evening.
After about ten minutes of searching, of pushing through tangled vines and large, fanning leaves, and even almost stepping on a horde of bullet ants, I abandon a ten-meter-high barrigona tree which won’t provide much cover even though it has good height. The huasai and palmito palms are surrounded by water, and I don’t want to be above black caimans snapping at me all night. Finally, after twenty more minutes, I find a walking palm, and though low on the ground, the tent-like structure of the tree rods will act as protection around me while I sleep. I’ll hear a wild animal—or solider—approaching before it gets me. 
I drop to my knees and crawl between two tree rods shooting off the ground, and find the tree’s center. I relax my back against the far side of the rods and let my legs fan out before me and over the grassy mound just as a heavy rain starts to pelt, spreading a fragrance of wet birch. Then, a crest of tomato-red sun rays wisps over me in a dying breath before disappearing altogether. I don’t want night to come; I sit in the pitch black and can’t believe I’m still alive. Do Graphed targets ever make it past day one? My eyes again shift into something different from human. I feel the change like a wet sponge over my skin, and though subtle at first, the alteration soon becomes sure, and I notice anything that moves—a snake, a frog, a bird. My brain refuses to grow quiet, and I have to fight the urge to chase.
Like all of us in prison, I knew this day would come, that one day it would be my turn. Rumors circulated in prison after five hundred prisoners, taken four years ago, never returned. Some guards had seen things, and certain prisoners overheard gossip. Word got around fast. We all know now the experiments won’t ever end as long as there are prisoners and the King has more world to conquer. Borran will find enough reasons to imprison whomever he needs to ‘secure his nation.’ Besides, there are always improvements the BAG facility—the name prisoners dubbed Borran’s Animal Graph facility—wants to make to advance their product. Despite a growing fervor against these rumored experiments from animal rights groups and the PAPE (People Against Prisoner Experiments), they continue. 
I awoke inside of the BAG facility with my wrists and ankles strapped to a cot in a medical facility in some remote forest, with wires and tubes connected to my brain and body. I only knew I was in the Amazon when I read a label on a passing cart carrying equipment. Images from the computer screens on the ceiling told me what I would become: part harpy eagle, part blue dart frog, and part imported Bengal tiger— but I still have no idea what my gifts will be, the BAG scientists could have focused on any number of the animal cells.
Over treetops, harpy eagles caw above me as I cower in the Amazon. The archaic sound soothes me somehow. I even heard harpy eagles squawk inside of BAG, nearby the cage. Chills rushed up my spine when the growl of Bengals echoed through my chambers. The animals have to be kept alive for their cells to be fresh enough to work with, and after the Graphing procedure to my cells behind my eyes, chest, throat and tongue—plus skin, ears, and even part of my brain—I knew I’d never be the same again, or I’d more likely be dead, after they succeeded in their goal.
Prisoners can’t be relied upon for fulfilling Borran’s missions. Missions are for military soldiers, some of whom have volunteered and some of whom have been forced into the system, then trained in combat and brainwashed to follow orders without question. The BAG facility will have no need of me once they acquire the results they want. Like all prisoners, I’m expendable. 
I gaze up through the rods of the tree protecting me, wondering what Mama is doing, or even my younger brother, what they’ve done without me for a year. I used to walk Carlos to the market vendors to get food. He was safe with me. My padre taught me how to fight. Yet without me, he’d have to go alone or wait till Mama finishes work to go with him. Village work is hard and long, and with little pay if any. Work is commissioned by Borran, and offers nothing.
Tired of the unfairness when my family couldn’t afford food for a week, I stole the bread. A week where Mama spent ten hours working with other villagers to build a fence commissioned by Borran. Carlos was so hungry. It was either steal bread from a vendor, or venture into the forbidden Amazon and take illegal fruits. So, here I am. A prisoner. 
Prisoners were used in secret experiments on behalf of securing the nation four years ago, but after these rumors got out about the procedure, resistance groups formed in France, Russia, and even within the Americas. Illegal Graphing facilities soon followed, even popping up inside of remote villages. 
I try to sleep—to let my Graph take hold of me fully. I’ve discovered my eagle vision, which earlier allowed me to spot the soldiers’ details from forty meters away; and my blue dart frog, which kept me safe underwater with oxygen absorbed through my skin. I’ve even stumbled upon my Bengal tiger’s sensitive hearing and sight at night, both of which keep my mind more than active when I so desperately want to sleep. 
Hiding between walking palm rods to keep safe from BAG soldiers set to kill me, I wonder how I’ll get out of the Amazon. My lids are heavy and I shudder remembering that about forty-two years ago today, South America became a part of ‘Americas the Great’ after a series of intense invasions and economic pressures from Truss, called the Two Years War in history books that no longer exist. 
A melodic caw of what could be a stretched harp sounds overhead. My gaze captures the large frame of another harpy eagle, and the majestic bow as it dives into the treetops, and I’m fixated on its white crest sitting on top of its gray head. My lids flutter, half dreaming, as I stare at the creature, until suddenly a bellowing growl that could shake the Earth precedes a cracking crunch over branches. When a large red-spotted Radguar—with red eyes like blood—bangs against the rods of the walking palm where I’ve found my bed for the night, chills rush up my spine. 
Each tooth is as large as the plant rods themselves are wide, and as sharp as a knife. The wild beast smells like wet leaves, and I rise to my feet as I jerk backward from its wide swiping paw. My instinct is to run, but I can’t. I’m pinned inside the walking palm, but at least I’m safe—for now.
The animal paces and circles my bed while growling in frustration, rubbing his head over the rods. I feel the coarse breath in my chest tightening, as if my chest is shrinking. Is it my Graph, or am I just scared? When I wrap my hands around the palm rods behind me for balance, the Radguar on the other side pushes his nose between two of the rods, his facial features drawing dangerously closer. His head is too big to fit between the rods, but he pushes, his jagged teeth showing like razors, as the weight of his body bends one of the rods with a crack and snap, and allows him to push further inside to the center of the walking palm. Each step produces a louder crunch of leaves underneath him.
I’m going to die. This moment will be my last. I take comfort knowing that nature—or its irradiated version—will be my killer instead of BAG soldiers. The thought offers me a sense of relief, and I feel I can even resign myself to the beast’s great power. 
I’m ready to let him win, to give him one more victory over humankind.
He growls, a sound reverberating, and all I can hear is his sonorous roar telling me I don’t belong here. When his nostrils flare and his head shakes—saliva squirting everywhere—I close my eyes and let him end me. A wet nose nestles into my stomach like a tender kiss and my eyes flick open surprised. His head rests under my hands—as if he trusts me? I’m sure he’ll bite me, take a large chunk of flesh with him to enjoy—this submission must be some kind of a trick—but he doesn’t. He just sniffs and nestles, the wet nose wiping further against my skin. I’m sure now that my Graphed Bengal has just saved me, because tigers and Radguars mate at times in the Amazon, ever since their numbers were decimated, and I’m so grateful again that I’ve been Graphed. 
I breathe heavily. I’m alive, not dead; and a Radguar who should have killed me, has not. As I look at this majestic creature who rules the forests and could kill a lion, I’m not sure if I’m fearful or curious. He could leave his deadly mark on me, but he doesn’t, and I’m humbled by his docility instead, something I don’t see much of in this harsh world. 
Even King Truss Khan wanted to make his mark before he died. Seems all beasts do. Possess more land, more power—like a hunger that never ends. The world around us went into a frenzy when Truss took over South America forty-two years ago by force. Fear suffocated us all, of what he might do next. Soon, nuclear bombs became the shorthand for F-you. When bombs finally stopped dropping, over half the human population and animals were killed—four billion people—and half of those still living developed deformities from radiation poisoning. Most infrastructures of the world crumbled and everyone was left in the rubbled chaos. 
Old rules—old bureaucracy—dissipated in the mayhem left behind. At age forty-three, Truss erected himself as the supreme ruler of ‘Americas the Great’. His reign could not be questioned and did not end for another forty-two hard years. Truss controlled North and South America, rebuilding the continents in his own image. Satellites in space remained, but few computers and communication devices were rebuilt during this period and usually for the purposes of control. A few vehicles and weapons were redesigned, but much of the old world was gone forever.  
As I rest, I forget that the most dangerous beast of the Amazon—the Radguar—is in my lap when I let my eyes finally fully close. Hard to imagine something more dangerous than Truss Khan, that if they bumped into each other in the Amazon, Truss would be found with his head ripped off. 
Maybe that thought eases me the most, gives me the most comfort—even if false. It’s hard to sleep at night without something to ease me. Memories of my third night in the cell always invade me.
…My back to the wall, my hands hitting, flailing, as two nondescript guards in blue-black uniform seize my space. Their hard fists pound my body before one kicks me in the stomach and my frail form falls to the cold concrete ground, my hands clenching my sore belly.  
My mind goes black. I try to push the harsh memories out and squeeze the irradiated animal beside me for comfort. Animals aren’t like people; they don’t hide who they are. You know exactly what they want when they come to you. The Radguar keeps to my folded legs and then to my side when I have to go pee. If he hasn’t killed me yet, he isn’t going to and I know I can trust him. The soldier’s fear of the wild—of Radguars—will keep me safe from them, at least during the night, but then I’ll have to be ready to face the soldiers by morning, a morning that took twenty-two years to heal from damage of the nuclear war started by Truss. 
When Truss finally died, his son Borran took over. Has been for the past four years. At sixty-two, Borran wants to infiltrate the world and own it, not destroy it as his padre had done. Over those first four years of the son’s rule, King Borran Khan has perfected what my world today knows as Animal Graphing.
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M. Black is the pen name for Ami Blackwelder, who write paranormals with a side of apocalypse at http://AmiBlackwelder.blogspot.com, and has her BA in English and Montessori teaching degree. Having travelled Asia for ten years and taught, while building up schools from nothing, she returned home in 2010 and has been writing ever since.
Enjoy this unique voice with social relevance, dark and sexy characters, and captivating plots that don’t let go until the end. 

 

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Title: Two Footsteps
Series: The Game of Life Series #2
Author: Belle Brooks
Genre: Psychological Thriller/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 5, 2017
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“My life is in the Wolf’s hands.”

 


He is the Wolf. I am his Red. The game has begun and he wants me dead. 

But who is the Wolf? 

And why has he chosen me? 

He whistles a tune that’s haunting. He glares at me through eyes that are vacant. I feel his heart beating, yet I know he has no soul. He moves like the wind…I can’t hear his footsteps. I want this to end. He’s playing with my mind. He branded me with ink. He wants to destroy me. 

“I, Reid, take thee, Morgan, to be my wife. To have and to hold, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part…”

I have a reason to keep running. 

There’s no time to blink. 

Don’t look back. Don’t make a sound. 

I know he’s behind me.

Born in Australia, Belle Brooks has always had a passion for books and creative writing. She loves exploring the different ways stories can be told through the use of text and in-depth characters. Since she was a child her strong talent and interest in creative writing was evident, explaining that her favourite class in school was English. Despite her love for all things books, she decided the world of advertising and marketing was where she could put her talents to use in the business realm, well that is until now. Belle enjoys creative writing and creating fictional stories that leave a valued message inside the pages.


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Title: Hate Me, Take Me
A Hate-to-Love Duet Bundle
Author: Clare James
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 21, 2017
Blurb
HATE ME, TAKE ME
They say there’s a thin line between love and hate, and in the case of these couples, we’re talking razor thin!
In this hate-to-love duet by Clare James, two couples cross that dangerous line…more than once! 
Hate Me
Falling for your sister’s nemesis? Only a low-life dog would do something like that, right? And that ain’t me, not anymore. I’m trying to be a stand-up guy—finally making
smart decisions, helping my little sister, and getting my shit
together. For once, things are finally going my way.
Until Jenna shows up. As soon as I meet her, I know she’s the enemy. I’ve heard enough to understand that she’s off limits. Banned. Forbidden. But when she moves in next door, it’s impossible to stay away, and I soon discover she’s not as bad as
everyone says. Of course, she’s difficult, selfish, and a royal pain in the
ass, but she’s also gorgeous, smart, kind, and…well, let’s just say I am that
low-life dog. Traitor. Turncoat. And the world’s shittiest brother. Woof.
Woof.
Take Me
It’s an offer I can’t refuse…He was my best friend. He is my current enemy. Yet he wants me and I want him.
And since we’re both stuck in our hometown unattached, we agree to a truce.

Two hours, once a week, no strings attached. But what sounds like the
perfect arrangement, turns into so much more…yet not nearly enough.

This hate-to-love duet includes: Never Be Tamed, Two-Hour Truce, and exclusive
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“Jenna,” he said with more force this time. “Look at me.”
I flashed my gaze up to him and then back down, quickly.
It wasn’t enough for him. He placed a finger under my chin
and tipped my face up to his so I had no choice this time. His eyes were soft,
but intense. Not quite black as they were before, but they were dilated, and
his lids were slightly hooded. It made me wonder what my eyes looked like to
him in the moment. Were they giving me away? Could he see that he had broken
through the wall that not many people had? Did he know how desperately I wanted
him to stay? Could he tell I needed his touch?
Did he know he was dealing with a completely sex-starved,
socially awkward, recluse?
The corner of his mouth quirked up just then, and I thought
yes, maybe he did know.
“Thank you for dinner,” he said as my eyes tore away from
his and focused on his mouth. He licked his bottom lip, and the flickers
flashed in my stomach again. Sparks working toward a flame.
I nodded, unable to find my words when he was invading my
space.
His lips moved closer to my face, and I swallowed, bracing
myself.
My throat went try. My hands shook. And that flame took hold
inside me. I didn’t want to wait for him. I wanted to kill the daylight between
our bodies while my hands tangled in his hair. I wanted to know what he tasted
like. There was so much I wanted, but in the end, I couldn’t do any of those
things.
And instead of his lips descending on mine, they veered
left, and landed on the shell of my ear.
“I know you thought I was afraid to be alone with you, but
just so you know,” he said with a ragged breath that I felt from the top of my
scalp all the way down to my toes, “I’m not afraid of anything.”
He pressed his lips on my cheek, and then he was gone.
Author Bio
Clare James is the bestselling author of contemporary
romance and new adult novels with spunky heroines and sexier-than-sin heroes.
Her Entangled Brazen debut, CAUGHT, was a #1 Best-Selling Romance Series, and
the touching family drama, Two-Hour Truce, also hit #1 as a category
bestseller. And Clare’s Impossible Love Series has
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A fan of smart, funny, and steamy romance, Clare spends most
of her time lost in books. When she’s not reading, you can find her locked away
writing. Clare is also a former dancer and still loves to get her groove on –
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with her two leading men – her husband and young son – and is always on social
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Release Blitz ~ If Ever ~ by ~ Angie Stanton

 

Title: If Ever
Author: Angie Stanton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2017
Blurb
Fiercely independent Chelsea Barnes has caught a rare break and been cast as the first non-celebrity on the hit show Celebrity Dance Off. Chelsea is coined ‘America’s
Chance to Dance,’ but her partner planned on an A-lister, not a nobody.
Clashing with her partner, she’s ready to go home; but during an emotional dance, her heart-breaking past as an abandoned, homeless teen is revealed. Not only do the viewers fall in love with her, so does the flirty British guest singer, Broadway star Thomas Evan Oliver.
Tom is struck by this feisty girl who complicates his over-structured life, and pursues her in a romantic cross-country courtship until she’s voted off and joins him. Their
sexy whirlwind love affair blossoms in New York as she navigates the big city
and his exhausting eight shows a week, but most important, her scarred heart
begins to heal. Perhaps happily ever after might be a possibility after
all. 
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Author Bio
Angie Stanton is a life-long daydreamer who grew up with her
hands on a book and her head in the clouds. As an adult, she’s put her talent
to use writing contemporary fiction about life, love, and the adventures that
follow. 
Angie is the bestselling author of nine novels. Her work has
been translated into French, German, and Bulgarian. In her spare time,
Angie sneaks off to New York City to enjoy the best live entertainment
experience–Broadway. She is a contributing writer to Broadway
World is currently working on another Broadway-themed book. 
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Blog Tour & Review ~ Toying With Her ~ by ~ Prescott Lane

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Toying with Her by Prescott Lane
Release Date: August 17th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Toying with Her, an all-new standalone from Prescott Lane is available NOW!!!

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No one said finding love was easy, but when you invented the world’s best selling vibrator, it’s near impossible. Yep, that’s right. That little toy hidden in your bedside table is my brain child. It’s aptly named Woman on Top. And you know what they say . . . it’s lonely at the top.

So I’m headed home to my Southern roots. It’s supposed to be an extended Summer vacation — nothing more. But Rorke Weston has other plans for me. Plans that not only involve me being on top, but also underneath him.

It’s been said you never forget your first. For me, that’s definitely true. No night has ever lived up to the one I spent with Rorke.

He’s turned into quite a man. Tan from the Southern sun, and stubborn as the day is long. And there’s nothing sweeter than the swipe of his tongue.

Rorke wants his chance. The one we never had. But that was a long time ago. When I still believed in Prince Charming and Happily Ever Afters. Even ten years later, I feel a pull. And it’s not simply Rorke yanking down my panties.

Do second chances really happen? Or is my heart simply toying with me?

Excerpt:

I know exactly where I want this kiss to go now. We don’t even have to move from this spot. I can take her right up against the door. My lips hover over hers, her chest rising and falling, my cock hard as a rock and pressed against her stomach. The warmth between her legs calls to me, and I bend my knees, pushing into her. She grinds right back.

“Just a kiss,” I whisper, unsure whether I’m telling myself or her.

We never just had a kiss. We went from kissing to sex in the same breath. And while I want her naked in my bed, I want her for more than one night this time, more than just this summer. I want that more. I’m not going to make it easy for her to dismiss me, dismiss this as a one-night stand or a summer fling.

I’m not going to make it easy for her to leave me. I’m going to make it damn near impossible.

Winding my hand in her long brown hair, I lower my head, letting my breath tickle the skin of her neck. Her body trembling, gently I trail kisses up her neck, letting my tongue linger ever so slightly. She tries turning her head down to me, desperate for my lips, but I grip her hair a little tighter, controlling the moment.

“Rorke,” she begs breathlessly.

I know she’s used to being in control. Hell, the woman is responsible for more orgasms than any man could ever be. Lifting my head to look in her eyes, I say, “I know you’re used to being in control of your pleasure. But that ends right now. When you need an orgasm, I’ll provide it. When you want a kiss, I’m your man. You may be the woman on top, but I’m the man holding you up there.”

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This book is hilarious and swoon-worthy! Sterling is in a tough position. She’s the creator and CEO of Paramour – a female sex toy company. Which being a woman in charge has got to be challenging but then being one in charge of a sex toy company with the toy she created has to be 1000% harder.

Sterling heads home to Alabama for the summer, where she learns her livelihood causes problems even for her Deacon dad and mom. While they don’t care, Sterling is acutely aware of how her profession gives off a stigma about her.

Sterling runs into her old friend (and 1x fling) Rorke. Rorke was a fool for letting Sterling go but he’s not this time, not without her knowing he loves her.

This story is a lot about misconceptions, preconceived notions and overcoming those. With a lot of sweet added in “I was born to love you”.

5 stars!

About the Author:

Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.

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