Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ONLY A DUKE WILL DO (To Marry a Rogue) by Tamara Gill

ONLY A DUKE WILL DO Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ONLY A DUKE WILL DO, the second book in the adult historical romance series, To Marry a Rogue, by Tamara Gill. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ONLY A DUKE WILL DO (To Marry a Rogue #2) by Tamara Gill

ONLY A DUKE WILL DO (To Marry a Rogue #2) by Tamara Gill

About the Book
Title: ONLY A DUKE WILL DO
Series: To Marry a Rogue, #2
Author: Tamara Gill
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: February 20, 2017
Genre: Adult Historical Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Without a Season, Lady Isolde Worthingham captured the Duke of Moore’s heart at a country dance. But on the eve of her wedding, a scandal that rocked the ton and sent her fleeing to Scotland alone and unwed, leaves her perfectly planned future in a tangle of disgrace and heartbreak.

Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore loathes the pitiful existence he hides from the ton. With a scandalous wife he never wanted, who flaunts her many indiscretions, life is a never-ending parade of hell. When the one woman he loved and lost returns to London, he knows he can no longer live without her.

But vows and past hurts are not easily forgotten. Love may not win against the ton when a too proper Lord and Lady play by the rules.

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Excerpt #1
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you cannot stop Isolde from marrying. She will marry one day. It may not be me, but it will be someone. And if the reports around London are correct, she is looking for a husband.”

“Damn you to hell.” Merrick left Wardoor, grabbed a half-filled bottle of whisky from the pavilion, and started toward the Italian Walk. He found a secluded grassy spot within the trees. The sweet-smelling scent floating on the breeze did little to lesson his ire.

Merrick clung to the tree branch above his head and fought not to snap it off, imagining it as Wardoor’s neck. He flung back a good portion of the whisky and welcomed the burn to his throat. How could his closest friend do this to him?

The thought of Isolde welcoming his attentions was like a physical blow.

Damn them. Damn him.

“Moore!”

It had always boded trouble when Isolde called him by his title. He turned, wanting and yet not wanting her here right at this moment. “My lady.”

She came up to him, standing but a few feet from his person, close enough to reach out and touch, to pull close and take what he desperately sought. And wished for.

“What do you think you’re doing, running off Wardoor from courting me?”

“He told you?” Merrick made a note to choke the bastard to death the next time he was in range to do so.

“Yes, he told me. After seeing you two trying to kill each other, in front of everyone, I might add, I asked him what you were about. Demanded to know, in fact.” She placed her hands on her hips, her perfect brow marred with a slight frown. Hell, she was beautiful. More beautiful than when he had met her at Cranleigh. “Now answer the question.”

“He’s my friend.”

She stood staring at him a while, before she slouched, as if gauging his meaning. “Merrick, you keep forgetting you married someone else. You have to let me go, if this is your struggle.”

It was his struggle. A constant gnawing on his soul that would never leave. “What if I do not want to?”

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Author Tamara Gill

Author Tamara Gill

About the Author
Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to another.

A mother of three, her two little gentleman in the making, a future lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and paranormal.

Tamara loves hearing from readers and writers alike. You can contact her through her website, and sign up to follow her blog or newsletter.

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Where to Find Tamara Gill
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter

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Blog Tour – Playlist + Giveaway – FINDING PARADISE by V.P. Ortiz

FINDING PARADISE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for FINDING PARADISE, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by V.P. Ortiz. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive playlist, and details on her giveaway.

FINDING PARADISE by V.P. Ortiz

FINDING PARADISE by V.P. Ortiz

About the Book
Title: FINDING PARADISE
Author: V.P. Ortiz
Release Date: September 24, 2016
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
Mila Quinn is ready to finally move out of the college dorms into an apartment with her longtime boyfriend, Ethan Lowe. But when Ethan reveals a big secret, her world is suddenly turned upside down, stirring up old memories of love and loss. Completely torn apart, she boards a plane to Hawaii to escape for the summer.

Even though Mila wants to spend her time in paradise in isolation, fate has other plans when it drops sexy local Gage Madden in her lap. Hesitant at first, she agrees to let him take the reins on her island exploration. As Mila discovers the wonders of Oahu with Gage, it becomes harder for her to fight the budding attraction between them.

But behind the curtain of island adventures and undeniable chemistry, trouble is brewing where Mila least expects it. Secrets begin to bubble to the surface that could destroy her all over again. Will Mila find her paradise? Or will she leave Hawaii with another broken heart?

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Author V.P. Ortiz

Author V.P. Ortiz

About the Author
V.P. Ortiz lives, works, and breathes in sunny/snowy/beautiful Colorado with her loving husband, their two beautiful children, and their three fat cats. While her home may be in the Rocky Mountains, she left her heart somewhere on the island of Oahu, where she plans to retire someday in a tiny house with an avocado tree and free-range chickens. Besides reading any book in sight, her hobbies also include eating, dancing, lip syncing, and occasionally running until her husband has to pick her up eight miles away because she got lost and has a leg cramp.

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Where to Find V.P. Ortiz
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Cover Reveal + Giveaway – LEI’D WITH CUPCAKES (Cupcakes Series) by Bethany Lopez

LEI'D WITH CUPCAKES Cover Reveal

Award-winning author, Bethany Lopez, is unveiling the cover to LEI’D WITH CUPCAKES, the third book in her adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Cupcakes, releasing March 27, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book and series, and pre-order links. The eBook is now on sale for just $2.99 for pre-order and during release week.

LEI'D WITH CUPCAKES (Cupcakes #3) by Bethany Lopez

LEI’D WITH CUPCAKES (Cupcakes #3) by Bethany Lopez

About the Book – PRE-ORDER FOR $2.99
Title: LEI’D WITH CUPCAKES
Series: Cupcakes #3
Author: Bethany Lopez
Release Date: March 27, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
Everybody dreams of a Hawaiian Vacation…

They sell you on the drinks with little umbrella’s, dolphin watching, and long walks on the beach. Which probably happens, if you’re that lucky schmuck living out your dream with your destination wedding, but if you’re a fish out of water PI like me, there’s no time for relaxing because trouble is never far behind.

Instead of cocktails, I ended up dealing with the seedy underbelly of The Big Island.

And, I didn’t see one damn dolphin while undercover on a boat which was spilling over with drug dealers, Kingpins, and Pedophiles.

Elin and Elena think Cade’s family are the coolest people outside of Snapchat, but it’s hard to meet the parents when your boyfriend is in his late thirties and has never had a serious relationship.

I’d never missed my girls so much in my life, but Amy May, Bea, and Carmen are all dealing with issues of their own, and can’t come to my rescue.

The only thing that may help me with this “vacation” is if I could get Lei’d with Cupcakes.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, SEX, SOME VIOLENCE, AND SHENANIGANS. IF NONE OF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GRAB A CUPCAKE AND READ ON!.

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When it was our turn to disembark, Cade pulled out suitcases down from the overhead compartment, and we started off the plane. First Cade, with his well-worn leather backpack slung over one shoulder and a ratty Army green duffel in his hand. Then Elin and Elena, with their Harry Potter and Star Wars rolling bags, and finally, me, trailing behind with my new hard case roller, wondering why I’d been in such a hurry to land when all I wanted to do in that moment was run back to the plane.

With every step closer to the arrival area, my stomach grew tight and my buzz started to fade. By the time we stepped out of the corridor into the open space, filled with happy sounds and tons of people, I was ready to upchuck the six tiny bottles of vodka that had seemed like such a good idea in flight.

I looked up in time to see a tall woman hugging Cade tightly, while a handsome, older version of Cade was placing lei’s around the twins’ necks. I plastered a smile on my face and as I joined the group, all eyes turned to me.

Cade’s mother’s face lit up, as she looked to him and said, “Nice job, Hiapo, she’s got great hips.”

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Always Room for Cupcakes by Bethany Lopez

Always Room for Cupcakes by Bethany Lopez

About Book 1
Title: Always Room for Cupcakes
Series: Cupcakes #1
Author: Bethany Lopez
Release Date: February 2, 2016
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Links: Goodreads | PinterestAmazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
One day I was be-bopping along jamming to the music in my head while wondering if my thighs could handle grabbing a cupcake on the way home. The next thing I knew, my entire world crashed and burned.

I used to wake up at night in a sweat, crying because I’d dreamt that my husband was cheating on me, or that he hated me, and resented my kids. He’d always hold me close and tell me it was all just a dream, that he loved me and our family and that he’d never let me go.

He was a f*cking liar.

Now I spend my days taking photos of scum just like him, trying to be a champion for other’s being taken advantage of by the losers in our town, and my nights being a single mom to my beautiful twins.

I’ve got great friends who have my back, and a sexy, mysterious motorcycle man who keeps showing up when I need him. Maybe things are starting to look up, and one thing’s for sure…

There’s always room for cupcakes.

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Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes #2) by Bethany Lopez

Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes #2) by Bethany Lopez

About Book 2
Title: Cupcake Overload
Series: Cupcakes #2
Author: Bethany Lopez
Release Date: August 22, 2016
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
One night I was out with my girls enjoying a much needed ladies night while wondering if one more dirty martini would push me over the edge. The next thing I knew, I was in the club’s bathroom listening to a woman screaming, “No,” and a man’s voice growling, “I know you want it.”

That asshole picked the wrong restroom, in the wrong club, at the wrong time.

Little did I know the asshole was Cade’s VP, and although we saved that woman from his clutches that night, she’d be found floating in a motel pool a month later.

Running a PI firm is a lot harder than taking pictures for one, especially when your professional life spills over into your personal one. I’m going through cupcakes like our new puppy goes through piddle pads, and if I’m not careful there’s bound to be a Cupcake Overload.

Coming in Aug 2016!

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, SEX, SOME VIOLENCE, AND SHENANIGANS. IF NONE OF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GRAB A CUPCAKE AND READ ON!

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Author Bethany Lopez

Author Bethany Lopez

About the Author
Award-Winning Author Bethany Lopez began self-publishing in June 2011. She’s a lover of all things romance: books, movies, music, and life, and she incorporates that into the books she writes. When she isn’t reading or writing, she loves spending time with her husband and children, traveling whenever possible. Some of her favorite things are: Kristen Ashley Books, coffee in the morning, and In N Out burgers.Bethany Lopez is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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Where to Find Bethany Lopez
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – HONOR (First to Fight) by Nicole Blanchard

HONOR Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for HONOR, the fifth book in the adult contemporary romance series, First to Fight, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Nicole Blanchard. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. For a limited time, you can pick up ANCHOR, book one in the series, for free!

HONOR (First to Fight #5) by Nicole Blanchard

HONOR (First to Fight #5) by Nicole Blanchard

About the Book
Title: HONOR
Series: First to Fight #5
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Release Date: February 13, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
A gorgeous woman, a heart pounding kiss under the mistletoe. It should’ve been the start to making some Christmas magic, but I pushed her away.

She deserved better than a wounded warrior, someone who could barely face getting up in the morning.

A year later I’ve turned my life around, made myself into a man she could be proud of. A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

And all I want is a second chance with her.

This is a NOVELLA-LENGTH, STANDALONE, with NO CLIFFHANGER.

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Faith

Holidays never end well in my family.

“Faith,” my sister Lila hisses from the entrance to the dining room.

I turn away from the annual sharing of presents going on in the living room and glare at her. It’s been a mild holiday for us. One that hasn’t devolved into someone calling the cops or an all-out brawl in the front yard. “What?”

I have my eye on the medium-sized box sitting just under the tree. Aunt Ethel has been giving me suspicious glances all night, and I know she must have gotten my name. After thorough reconnaissance, I ferreted out which of the gifts under the tree she brought. Ethel always has a heavy hand with the presents, so I know it’ll be good, and I don’t want to miss when they call my name.

Lila skirts around two of our cousins with a harried smile. “We have a problem,” she whispers in my ear as her fingers wrap vise-like around my upper arm.

A collective gasp comes from the living room, and I stretch up to my toes to see over the heads of the crowd. With my eyes on the biggest present of the bunch, I say, “Did Grandpa get into the eggnog again?”

“What? No.”

“Good. The last thing anyone needs is another look at those cinnamon buns again.” I shiver just thinking about it. There are some things you just don’t need to know about your grandparents. What they look like naked is all of them.

“Jesus, Faith, pay attention,” Lila hisses.

I turn to her and remove her hand from my arm. “What’s the problem? It can’t be worse than Grandpa streaking across the front lawn.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says with a heavy dose of sarcasm, “would you consider Aunt Marie not bringing our guest of honor a present for the Secret Santa exchange a problem?”

“You’re kidding,” I say. Though, I’m not very surprised.

There’s always that one miserable individual who decides they don’t want or need to take part and forgoes purchasing a gift. I thought no one would dare forget to bring a gift for this recipient.

Lila’s expression is grim and for a good reason. The present in question is for local legend and hero, Scott Green, who returned from Afghanistan a year ago minus a limb.

My parents are patriotic to the extreme, my father having served for twenty years. So, when he heard Scott would spend the holiday alone, he invited—or ordered—Scott to attend our annual Christmas party. It must have been an oversight to allow his Secret Santa to be Aunt Marie—a bad one.

“I’m serious as a friggin’ heart attack.” Lila wipes a hand over her sweaty brow. “Dad doesn’t know yet, but Mom’s been keeping track of all the Santa’s and their gifts, and she told me to figure something out.”

A glance back to the living room shows the gift swapping still in full swing. I scan the attendants, but Scott isn’t among them. I haven’t laid eyes on him yet, but my brother Paul saw him earlier. With as many family members as we fit in our little house during the holidays, it’s no real wonder I haven’t met him yet. Hordes of them part around us on their way to the kitchen or the bathrooms causing us to squeeze against the wall to escape the crush. Clouds of perfume and cologne make me wrinkle my nose. We have to shout to hear one another.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” I ask Lila.

She bites a nail. “Do you think we have time to run to the store?”

I glance at my watch as if it’ll have answers. “Depends. How many people are waiting on presents? Did Mom say?”

Lila grimaces. “Okay. Okay. What about money? Too crass to give him money?”

I snort. “That’s an excellent idea. That’s like the ultimate pass-off gift. No imagination.”

Lila glares at me. “You’re not helping!”

“I’m thinking!”

A crash comes from the kitchen, and Lila whips around. “Oh, no!” she shrieks. “Grandpa’s into the eggnog. You handle the present, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t drink himself out of his clothes again.”

I open my mouth to protest and then remember seeing Grandpa naked. She got the worse out of the two. How hard could it be to find a present for this guy? With one last mournful look at the box under the tree, I cross the room to where my mother sits.

She’s in the middle of the melee, calling out names from a little sheet. We tried to do it without moderation one year, which resulted in one of the more epic police visits. Her wild eyes meet mine, but her panic doesn’t show in her voice when she calls out the next name to receive their gift.

“Did your sister talk to you?” she asks under her breath.

“Yes, she did. I’m working on it.”

Relief wipes away the tightness around her eyes and mouth. “Thank goodness. Your father will kill Marie. I only have a couple people left before Scott, and if we don’t figure something out, that poor boy will be the only one here without a present. I swear that woman doesn’t have a damn thing between her ears except meanness.”

“Do you have any presents stashed away in the closet?”

Mom stops mid-name and glares at me. “What do you mean ‘stashed away in the closet’?”

“C’mon, Mom, you can’t think I didn’t know where you keep them.”

“Faith Louise, you better not have been snooping around my closet.”

I roll my eyes. “Let’s not get off track here. We don’t have time for this.”

“I’m not off track. I’m on track. And you’ll damn well make time, young lady. How long have you known?” Her eyes widen. “Christmas of ’07. I knew you weren’t surprised about the life-sized cardboard cutout of that movie star you liked.”

I heave a groan. “Mom, this is not the time. Everyone has a re-gift stash somewhere. We can debate about it later.”

She doesn’t seem to hear me. “You’d think a teenaged girl would be excited about something like that, but no, not you. Why do you always have to make everything so complicated?”

Someone laughs behind me, making my shoulders tense. It’s a male laugh. A mocking laugh.

“I’ll go look myself,” I say through gritted teeth before spinning around. Though the stranger is vaguely familiar, I can’t put a name to a face. I may not recognize him, but I understand the humor in his all-too-attractive warm brown eyes. Having no time for a stranger’s evident joy in my humiliation, I bite out a prim, “Excuse me,” and give the guy a tight smile before scooting past him.

I squeeze through the crowded hallway to my parents’ bedroom and push through the door. The couple on their bed springs apart, and I cover my eyes with one hand.

“Jesus, God,” I squeak. “Uncle Melvin?”

“Hey, buttercup.” There is a series of rapid whispers and the tell-tale sound of squeaking bed springs. “We’ll just . . .. er . . . get out of your way.”

I ease into the room using my hands to guide myself along the wall and wait. When I’m sure it’s safe, I peer through my narrowed eyes and sigh in relief when I find the room empty.

Mom is shouting from the living room, and it’s a testament to her desperation I can hear her over the pulsing Christmas music and the loud conversation. “Next to last for our Christmas Secret Santa . . .” she yells.
I yank open the closet door and, just as I suspected, find dozens of wrapped gifts. There’s a pile to the right of ones yet to be stuffed in a gift box or painstakingly smothered by gift wrap, so I get to my knees and paw through it.

There are gift sets of body washes, perfumes, and lotions. I dismiss those and reach for a likely box with branding geared toward men. It’s a gift set for flavored lubricant “for his pleasure,” which I throw as far away from me as possible. For a few horrifying seconds, I wonder who the hell bought it for my mother.

“And our last Secret Santa . . .”

My stomach plummets as I get to my feet and scramble back down the hallway, elbowing past relatives. I reach the living room, breathless, and try to wave down my mother’s attention, but Uncle Melvin and his lady love block her from seeing me. They couldn’t care less about what is going on around them, either. They are much more interested in the mistletoe hanging overhead.

“Is our hometown hero, Scott Green!” Mom finishes and looks my way with an expectant expression.

I make panicked eyes at her, but the crowd in the hallway is already parting, and I hear the dreaded steps of Scott making his way to the living room.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I’ve never dealt well with pressure. Public speaking gives me hives. I’m known to call in on test days or big presentations. When all eyes swing in my direction, and I look up to find the man who laughed at me after my awkward conversation with Mom, I’m about three seconds away from having a veritable meltdown.

I didn’t get a good look at him before, because I wished he’d disappear and stop enjoying my moment of humiliation, but I get an eyeful when he draws to a stop next to me.

He’s wearing a red-green-and-black flannel shirt with the top three buttons undone. I’d never noticed how tempting such a suggestive expanse of skin could be. Those three buttons make my fingers itch to undo the rest. A silver chain disappears into the shadows beneath, and my eyes try to see through the material. I have the sudden urge to reach in there and feel the skin-warmed metal for myself. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled to his elbows and leave his muscular forearms and rough-hewn hands bare.

Realizing I’m staring—and so is everyone else—I flick my gaze to my mom, whose eyes are wide as she mouths, “Where’s his present?”

Panic spears through me, and I whip back to Scott. His dark gaze studies me as if we have all the time in the world, a little smile playing around his lips.

Uncle Melvin and his lady push me to get out of the limelight—no doubt to find another room in which to make out. My gaze lifts and my stomach clenches when the mistletoe in the doorway that inspired their kiss only seconds before fills my line of sight.

“Faith,” I hear my mother hiss. She clears her throat. “Faith has your present, Scott.”

Wrinkles form at the corners of his eyes as he full-on smiles. “I must have been a good boy this year,” he says in a low voice that shoots through me like a good shot of whiskey, warm and dark with a hint of heat.

The crowd around me laughs, and I smile half-heartedly. All the attention is making my heart beat double time in my chest. I resist the need to rub my hands on my dress and glance again to the top of the doorway.

Scott’s smile turns contemplative, and he follows my look up to the mistletoe. There’s a tense pause where his throat bobs with a swallow before he looks back at me, and his smile melts from his lips.

“Faith,” Mom says, her voice leaning toward high-pitched. “Why don’t you give Scott his present?”

“Yes,” Scott says, his eyes still twinkling at my discomfort, “why don’t you?”

There’s a dull thudding in my ears, and my heart is beating so fast I could use some of Grandpa’s medication. Before I can second-guess myself, I take a step forward, place my hands on his shoulders, and press my lips to his.

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ANCHOR (First to Fight #1) by Nicole Blanchard

ANCHOR (First to Fight #1) by Nicole Blanchard

About Book 1 – NOW FREE!
Title: ANCHOR
Series: First to Fight #1
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Release Date: 2015
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay | !ndigo | Audible | iTunes

Synopsis
I thought I could save her.

A woman I’ve never met, whose name I don’t even know, gambled her own life to protect my child. In return, she was taken by a mad man.

I’ll put my career, my security, and my life on the line to get her back safely, even if it means risking my heart along the way.

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WARRIOR (First to Fight #2) by Nicole Blanchard

WARRIOR (First to Fight #2) by Nicole Blanchard

About Book 2
Title: WARRIOR
Series: First to Fight #2
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Release Date: September 8, 2015
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Audible | iTunes

Synopsis
I thought it was just one night with my brother’s best friend. The boy I had dreamt about since he gave me my first kiss, under the lights of the Ferris wheel.

I knew he was about to leave for a year – no chance for a future.

But our one night together would create memories for a lifetime.

Our paths crossed again, but I had lied, and he was no longer the man he once was. He was warring against demons. Against the silence that was threatening to swallow him. And I had kept a secret from him, one he would never forgive me for.

But my secret was about to be ripped open. Displayed for the world on national news. And I had only one way to repair the damage.

I had to trust the man I lied to.

The man I never got the chance to make a life with.

The only man who could save what we had created together..

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SURVIVOR (First to Fight #1) by Nicole Blanchard

SURVIVOR (First to Fight #1) by Nicole Blanchard

About Book 3
Title: SURVIVOR
Series: First to Fight #3
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Release Date: April 26, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
I knew falling in love with him was bad for us both, but I did it anyway.

For a brief moment, we had it all. Even though he was leaving to join the Marines and I had four years of college ahead of me, he was everything I ever wanted and didn’t think I deserved.

But real life has a way of dashing dreams—and that happy future we envisioned together? It disappeared at the hands of a monster.

Ten years have passed and I’m not the same naïve girl that believed in happily-ever-afters. When unforeseen events draw me back to our hometown and I find myself caring for my two teenage brothers, the last thing on my mind should be reconnecting with the hottie-turned-hero who I loved at seventeen.

As the past begins to repeat itself and old threats resurface, I’ll have to trust him with the secrets that tore us apart if I want a second chance at his heart.

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SAVIOR (First to Fight #1) by Nicole Blanchard

SAVIOR (First to Fight #1) by Nicole Blanchard

About Book 4
Title: SAVIOR
Series: First to Fight #4
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Release Date: April 26, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
I thought I put my past behind me.

I lost everything when I testified against my fiancé for the murders of five women. After the jury delivered a life sentence, I ran. I hoped if I could disappear, maybe the horror he caused would, too.

When I return to Florida for the first time after his conviction, I’m determined to face my fears and get my life back. Then, a woman is murdered and I’m the only one who believes her death features the same signature as those I’m trying so hard to forget.

Instinct tells me to run again, but local cop Logan Blackwell has never let a suspect–or a woman–get away. He’s made it his own personal mission to solve the case and he needs my help to do it.

I have no choice once we learn I’m the next target, but I’m not interested in getting close to another man, especially not a sexy former Marine who has secrets of his own.

This is a FULL-LENGTH, STANDALONE, with NO CLIFFHANGER..

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TRAITOR (First to Fight #6) by Nicole Blanchard

TRAITOR (First to Fight #6) by Nicole Blanchard

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Title: TRAITOR
Series: First to Fight #6
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: iBooks

Synopsis
I thought I knew better than to break the rules.

There are dozens of Marines under my command, but only one who gets under my skin. Sergeant Ford Collier. He tests my limits. Pushes my boundaries. He especially doesn’t know how to follow an order.

Like when I tell him we can never be together. As a female Marine, it’s hard enough to gain respect and getting caught would ruin everything I’ve worked for.

Despite the regulations, our attraction grows and so does the danger of our relationship being discovered. When an investigation into his actions during his last deployment brings all eyes on us, Ford will either be exposed as a traitor-or declared a hero.

This is a FULL LENGTH, STANDALONE with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER.

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Author Nicole Blanchard

Author Nicole Blanchard

About the Author
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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Where to Find Nicole Blanchard
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – RASH DECISIONS by Alex Rosa

RASH DECISIONS Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for RASH DECISIONS, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Alex Rosa. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

RASH DECISIONS by Alex Rosa

RASH DECISIONS by Alex Rosa

About the Book
Title: RASH DECISIONS
Author: Alex Rosa
Release Date: February 7, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Julia Ferris had it all. A loving a boyfriend, a glamorous city, and a high paying job. What more could a girl want? She’d ask you, “What if all those things weren’t what you wanted … ever?” 

Julia’s life has always been defined by everyone around her, but one day she makes the rash decision to finally live life for herself, and it all starts with a pair of shoes. Now it becomes her only guide. 

From new jobs, to new boys, and a life in a big city she was never prepared for, she can at least admit one thing now: 

It’s all exactly what she wants … kind of.

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Excerpt #4
“Are you okay?” he asks.

I shake my head, scrunching my eyes and rubbing my temples. Which are all things that mean I am not okay, so I try and stop and open my eyes, except I should have kept them shut because Troy’s eyes are glowing, round, and adorable, caring even.

Another dry gulp.

“Of course I’m okay.”

He nods, but it’s another moment where I can tell he doesn’t believe me. He shifts his inquisitive stare down to my desk and extends his arm out, his long fingers sliding the layout design from under my pile of budgets.

Without looking up he asks, “Is this the revised version we discussed?”

“Yup,” I breathe out.

“Thanks for moving the hallway entryway. I know you wanted to accommodate the corner booths, but in a way, I like that the design has flipped where they’re on the other side. What if we moved the raised VIP level over here, too?”

I love watching Troy work. Somehow we have managed a flawless working routine after our midnight pow-wow. He’s calculated and methodical. His piercing eyes, for once, are not on me, but on my graph paper, measuring for errors and design.

“Where?” I ask as I stand and move around my desk to stand next him.

“Here,” he points.

I lean over the design, and shake my head. “We can’t. If you want the media area to be more prime and centrally located it needs to be there. Plus, I have a plan for a lounge area right in front. The only thing I can suggest is to switch the place of the bar with the VIP section, but then we have to battle for plumbing and all that. It’s an old building from the 1920’s. We have to at least attempt to be gentle with it.”

He snickers. I look up from the paper and his eyes are already on me. He’s much closer than I realized. I hold my breath.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. The way you talk about the integrity of the building, it’s just …”

I put a hand on my hip, raising a brow. “It’s just what?”

He stands up straighter, no longer concerned with the piece of paper. He towers over me. I have the sudden urge to tug on his tie and I don’t even have an ounce of liquor in me.

The corner of his mouth lifts. “It’s … cute.”

My lips squirm, trying to find a way to wrap around words, but they fail because the temperature in the room has just skyrocketed, and I’m more embarrassed by the burning blush on my cheeks.

He licks over his bottom lip, his eyes darting all over my face again, and that damn smirk seems like he’s privy to his own joke, but I catch his eyes falling on my mouth every time.

I release the breath I was holding and he has the nerve to chuckle.

“I’m not cute.”

“There are many versions of Julia that I’m getting to know, and, unfortunately, downright adorable is one,” he pauses chewing the inside of his cheek, as if treading cautiously but decides to go for it as he adds, “sexy as hell is another, and sometimes you’re just surprisingly agreeable and almost friendly.”

There’s no stopping my grin, and I want to hate myself for it, but it feels too good as it stretches across my face.

His eyes fall back onto my mouth, and without hesitating he says, “I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman, you know that?”

“This is your version of a gentleman?”

He sucks in a breath, “I said I was trying. I’m showing some serious restraint here. I deserve a medal or something.”

When I giggle, his eyes fling themselves back to my eyes.

“What do you mean?” I ask, knowing this is me walking straight into quicksand.

“You know what I mean, Jules.” He leans in a little bit closer.

Two days of normality and this is how long we’ve lasted.

As if impatient and battling himself he speaks; his eyes etching themselves with a look of pain. “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you?”

With my heartbeat sounding off like a rapid bass drum in my ears I reply, “I think I have some idea.”

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Author Alex Rosa

Author Alex Rosa

About the Author
Alex Rosa lives in San Diego, California. When she isn’t scouring city parks or cafe’s to write she is more than likely trying to convince her friends to join her on her next adventure. A sufferer of wanderlust, she is always looking for a new mountain to climb, a canyon to hike, or a plane to board. Her resume consists of coroner, to working at a zoo, and most recently as an executive assistant, but finds her home amongst words, whether it be in books, or in film. Her obsessions are on the brink of bizarre, but that’s just the way she likes it.
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Where to Find Alex Rosa
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Release Day + Giveaway – ENTWINED (Bound Together) by Lacey Black

ENTWINED Release Day

Welcome to release day for ENTWINEDthe third book in the adult contemporary romantic suspense series, Bound Together, by Amazon bestselling author, Lacey Black. See below for information on the book,  buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ENTWINED (Bound Together #3) by Lacey Black

ENTWINED (Bound Together #3) by Lacey Black

About the Book
Title: ENTWINED
Series: Bound Together #3
Author: Lacey Black
Release Date: February 20, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Sidney
10 years. 3,650 days. 87,600 hours.

That’s how long it has been since I saw my best friend. But who’s counting? Walking away from Luke Thomas was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but the choice was out of my hands. I left Las Vegas a seventeen-year-old girl, afraid and alone, and returned about the same. I was forced into a situation I didn’t want to be in. Until that day. I haven’t seen him in ten long years, but one look at the man he became and that killer smile, and I knew I would never be the same.

Luke
Life goes on.

I learned that valuable piece of information at a young age, but sometimes a memory creeps up and smacks me square in the face. Or more accurately, a person. The day my best friend walked away was the day I realized I’d never be the same. My life became work, family, and women, and I was doing great. Then she walked back into my life. One look at the grown-version of Sidney Rogen leaves me breathless and yearning for more.

But love is never easy.

And our love story isn’t perfect.

In a heartbeat, one person can wrap around you so tightly, you’re entwined forever. That’s our love.

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Excerpt
Luke
10 years ago

“So, I’m sure you see why I think we should break up, right? I mean, we’re both heading off to college soon, and I want to experience everything that college life has to offer.”

I gape at Jessica, my girlfriend for the past five months. Wants to experience everything? That’s code for ‘wants to sleep around.’ I’m a dude. I know.

“And you just had to do this tonight?” I ask, looking back at the doorway that leads inside my house. The same house where my entire family and a good amount of my friends are gathered to celebrate my high school graduation.

“Well, I just thought it was best to cut the cord now, you know? Like…just do it.”

“Whatever, Jess. If you want to break up now, that’s fine.”

“Really?” she asks, twirling her long brown hair around her pointer finger. “You’re gonna be okay?” She gives me those big brown, puppy dog eyes that won over my heart–and my dick–during Christmas break.

I’ve known this moment was coming since I started dating Jessica. I didn’t see anything long-term developing with her. Call me an asshole, but I knew she was just someone to help me pass the time during my final year of high school. But I also knew going into this that she felt the same way. I guess, in a way, we both used each other to keep ourselves company until we moved on to the next stage in our lives.

“I’m going to be fine, Jess. We both knew it was coming to this eventually, right?”

She continues to twirl her hair around her fingers. Why had I never noticed how fucking annoying that was? “Listen, we had a great time. If you’re ever in the Seattle area, look me up, ‘kay? We can maybe spend some time together for ol’ times’ sake.” Her smile tells me exactly what her comment means. She’s looking to hook up again if I’m ever close to where she’s attending college.

“Maybe,” I reply with a shrug.

As much fun as I’ve had with Jess in the last few months, I don’t see myself reaching out to her anytime in the future. The sex has always been all right, but nothing I see myself driving upwards of eighteen hours to get. There’s plenty of mediocre ass left in Vegas if I’m that desperate for a hook up. And, honestly, as an eighteen-year-old red-blooded male on the verge of experiencing college life, I’m pretty sure I’ll have no problem moving forward from here.

“Bye, Luke. It’s been fun,” she says before placing her full lips against mine. The kiss is brief, closed mouth, and lacks the usual tongue and groping we generally partake in. This kiss is goodbye.

I watch as she walks away, heading around the side of the house so she doesn’t have to go back the way she came; where my entire family celebrates. Gazing out over the darkened backyard, it’s not lost on me that there’s no going back from here. That I’m finally leaving the only home I’ve ever known. I’ve graduated high school, will start UNLV in a couple of months, and will finally be out from under the controlling thumb of my mother. Ever since I was younger, Blake and I chalked it up to me being the baby of the family for her ever-present hovering and involvement in my life.

It’s time for me to grow up and experience life.

And I’m starting it without a girlfriend.

The slightest sound of something thumping against wood pulls my attention away from the emptiness of night and towards the small fort in the back corner of the yard. Built ten years ago out of pieces of scrap wood we’d find around the neighborhood, the fort was my brother’s and my escape from the house. We’d spend hours upon hours in that thing, playing with GI Joes, having Nerf gun wars, and when we were older, sneaking off to steal our first kisses.

But I know the noise coming from inside isn’t from my brother. There’s only one person who still uses that fort: our neighbor, Sidney.

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About the Author
Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.

Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been a Bestseller twice for Free e-books, including #3 on Amazon and #2 on iBooks, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. Submerged also made her an International Bestseller in the summer of 2016.

Where to Find Lacey Black
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Sale and Giveaway – CHAMELEON by Zoe Kalo

CHAMELEON Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for CHAMELEON, a young adult gothic novel, by Zoe Kalo. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. You can pick up the eBook for just $0.99 through February 21!

CHAMELEON by Zoe Kalo

CHAMELEON by Zoe Kalo

About the Book – NOW ON SALE FOR JUST $0.99!
Title: CHAMELEON
Author: Zoe Kalo
Release Date: February 2, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Gothic
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Kicked out of school, 17-year old Paloma finds herself in an isolated convent in the tropical forests of 1970s Puerto Rico, where she must overcome her psychosis in order to help a spirit and unveil a killer.

An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…

17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.

When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out…

Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?

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Excerpt #2
Madre Estela remained standing by the door. “Get a bucket and fill it with water.”

Her hypercritical eyes sliced through my self-worth as I grabbed one of the metal buckets, lifted it into the sink, and turned on the faucet. I watched, transfixed, as the water gushed like a torrent spurting from an open artery. The cold spray raised goosebumps on my arms.

Madre Estela snapped her fingers. “Move.”

As I hauled the bucket to the door, some of the water slushed over the edge and splattered to the floor.

“Add the detergent,” she said stiffly, irritated by my clumsiness.

I chose a green bottle, twisted the cap, and poured. The acrid pine smell stung my nostrils.

“Get a sponge and a brush from there. Get going. We don’t have all evening—unless you want to work in the dark.”

I gritted my teeth, but pretended not to be bothered. I suspected that the one thing that this nun couldn’t stand was indifference.

Outside, it was almost dusk. In spite of the intense screeching of the coquíes, the drum of the waterfall hit my ears. It was louder now than the last time I’d been here. How was that possible?

I felt a drop of rain. Great.

Madre Estela put one hand out, palm up. “My, my. What’s this?” She looked chagrined, and I suddenly realized why. If it rained, I would have to go inside, ruining her plans. “What are you standing there for? Start scrubbing.”

I was tempted to throw the bucket of greenish water at her face. Instead, I prayed for rain as I walked across the rose garden. Once at the gate, I glanced back at her.

“You’ll work until I come for you, understood?” she said, hands on hips in her usual stance. She pointed to one of the second-floor windows. “I’ll be watching from there.”

And that was it. She was gone.

For a moment I just stood there. If only my friends could see me now. They would never believe it.

I opened the gate and walked into the graveyard. The statue of Gabriel greeted me, its face fiercer in the dusk. The temperature must have been in the low seventies. I was glad I had my cardigan.

Suddenly, the garden lamp post lit up. I turned, startled. I wasn’t sure if it had automatically switched on or if someone, maybe Madre Estela, had done it from indoors. I glanced up at the second-floor window, expecting to find her face. I had the chilling sensation of being watched. There was nothing. The windows glowed with yellow light, a multitude of feral eyes keeping guard.

However, behind one of the ground-floor windows on the right, a figure appeared. Tall, blurred. Madre Superiora? I was sure that was her office. Yet, something about the shape of the head and the shoulders made me think of…Rubia. What was she doing in Madre Superiora’s office?

Just as abruptly as it’d appeared, the figure vanished from view.

The incident left me strangely unsettled.

Focus.

I splashed some of the water on one of the tombstones and got to work. The sound of hard bristles against stone blocked the hum of the waterfall. Almost.

Go away, damn it.

As I crouched to work on a second tombstone, doing my best not to get wet in the process, something shifted at the edge of my vision. I jumped to my feet, my heart thudding. Gabriel. Its wings had rippled with movement.

Dear God…what’s happening to me?

I rubbed my forehead and grimaced, my fingers shaking.

I felt another drop of rain. If it was going to rain, why didn’t it? The sky was playing with me, too. Mocking me.

I cursed the clouds and started scrubbing again.

I had another sensation of being watched and this time, yes, it was Madre Estela behind the window. I pretended I hadn’t seen her and tried to keep focused on the task at hand. The water had turned blackish with grime.

I don’t know how long I scrubbed. I lost track of time. But it was dark. My back and shoulders were sore and my hands stung from the harsh detergent.

Madre Estela was long gone from the window.

Half panting, I sat down on the edge of the tombstone and tossed the brush aside in disgust. I looked at the statue again, but it was motionless. I turned to the windows again, my eyes slowly moving from one to the other.

From one to the other.

Expecting to see the face. Wanting to see it.

Nothing.

Yet, that weird sensation of being watched, again.

My gaze shifted to the woods, to the exact place where the cemetery ended and the forest started. There was a path there. Narrow, obscured by the trees. For a long moment I sat, mesmerized. Then I stood up and began to approach it. The breeze picked up as I got closer, carrying with it the cool, slightly pungent smell of the waterfall.

I stopped at the very edge, the darkness enveloping me, the dampness seeping through my clothes.

The wind sighed, rustling the leaves and fluttering my hair.

Icy breath, on the back of my neck.

I’m in here… a voice whispered from the shadows.

I spun around in terror.

Then I hit something hard.

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About the Author
A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults.

Sign up for her newsletter at www.ZoeKalo.com and get her exclusive short story “Irkalla.”.

Where to Find Zoe Kalo
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – MY DELICATE DESTRUCTION (Wolfegang) by Jillian Ashe

MY DELICATE DESTRUCTION Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for MY DELICATE DESTRUCTION, the first book in the new adult science fiction adventure series Wolfegang, by Jillian Ashe. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. For a limited time, you can pick up the eBook for free!

MY DELICATE DESTRUCTION (Wolfegang #1) by Jillian Ashe

MY DELICATE DESTRUCTION (Wolfegang #1) by Jillian Ashe

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Title:
MY DELICATE DESTRUCTION
Series: Wolfegang #1
Author: Jillian Ashe
Release Date: July 26, 2016
Genre: New Adult Science Fiction Adventure
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
They Promised her Hope…

My name is Katerina Anderson. In 2016, a drug called Hope was created. Administered during suspended animation, the drug was supposed to cure the cancer my twin brother and I had. When an earthquake leveled Los Angeles, we were presumed dead.

Forgotten, we slept.

The day I woke up, I realized everything had changed. My brother was missing, and everyone else I knew was dead. I booked passage on a ship to find Kris. The government thinks I’m a criminal and the cure did more than just cure my cancer. My brother is the only one who might have the answers I need, but that drug and all its false hope set me on a path I’m not sure I can follow.

Will I find my twin and learn exactly what they did to me before it’s too late?.

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I sat in the interrogation room, waiting. I was annoyed. If they were arresting me for the car, then why was I in an interrogation room? Did they need me to confess? It all seemed a little strange. There had to be some sort of retinal scan that threw up some red flags on my lack of identification if I wasn’t there for the whole car thing.

I tried not to panic. I could totally get out of this. All I had to do was sweet talk them into thinking I was a dumb girl who lost her license…or whatever I was supposed to have.

I waited for almost two hours before Officer Smith came in to do the preemptive paperwork. When he was done, he paged his partner, Officer Cromwell.

Officer Cromwell was the big, burly guy who had knocked me out. One of his arms was the size of my torso and he could probably tear me in two.

“We want to know what connection you have with Captain Chase Wolfe.” His voice was so deep it made the air around him vibrate. I was impressed despite my automatic hatred for him.

Wolfe was the last thing I expected them to ask me about. They went to all that work to arrest me, but for none of the things I was actually guilty of. They wanted to know about the captain instead. My nerves went haywire, surely trying to warn me; the basic survival instinct kicking into overdrive.

I knew nothing about this captain. At least if it was something I’d done I could answer their questions. “Well, I booked passage with him,” I replied. “I’ve never met him prior to today.”

“You’re sure?” the smaller one asked as he walked in, Smith.

“Positive. I actually have no idea why I’m here.” My hands felt constricted in the cuffs, and they jangled unpleasantly when I moved.

Why would they hunt me down for information on this guy? I was on that ship for barely an hour. Things must be worse for the Wolfegang then I’d originally thought. The authorities wanted them bad.

“You have no identification, you aren’t in the system, and you recently went to the bank to exchange a large amount of cash for credits,” Cromwell stated. “It’s not possible to have nothing to identify you. This means you had it wiped somehow, most likely for criminal reasons. Oh, and you stole a car. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

Well, shit. They did know about my criminal activities, but somehow, they thought it was connected to this captain. What exactly had I gotten myself into?

He threw down a plex that showed the stolen car report, the bank transactions, and my passage receipt.

How had they gotten it all so fast?

“You deposited five thousand dollars in cash. Where did you get it?”

“My grandfather left it for me.” At least that wasn’t a lie. I didn’t know what they wanted me to tell them, but they were so convinced that I knew something. How was I going to get them to understand?

Maybe if I played this cool enough they would let me go. Though, I doubted it. Best-case scenario: I was thrown in a holding cell with a court date and no one to pay my bail. Worst-case scenario…I could only imagine what was legal for law enforcement now.

“Have you ever contacted Chase Wolfe prior to the purchase of your passage?” Smith asked me.

“No.” Another truthful answer. I was getting lucky. I was also getting annoyed. I hated roundabout questions that were just the same question reworded. I’d already told him that I hadn’t.

“But you do know a Kristopher Anderson.”

Crap, I had a bad feeling about this. “Yes.” How could they possibly connect me to him? There were probably a million Kristopher Andersons in the world.

“We arrested him a while back on assault charges and resisting arrest. Served time too.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t move or react in any way. He watched me, and it made me feel cagey.

“Why are you headed to the same planet that was his last known location?”

Damn, these guys were good. “Vacation.” I didn’t bother to elaborate.

Cromwell slammed his fist on the desk. I jumped about an inch off my chair. “Stop playing around! I know he’s your brother; the DNA we took when we processed you matches. Are you smuggling weapons to him? Are you working for him or Wolfe? Give me answers, damn it!” His fist left an impression in the table.

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Author Jillian Ashe

Author Jillian Ashe

About the Author
My readers are what’s important to me. Yes, I write for myself and the enjoyment of it, but I adore when a reader actually has a great time reading a story I slaved over. I don’t write any particular genre, but I do stick to kick-ass female characters. I love writing about all types of differently strong women. My debut series is Young Adult Science Fiction. The first novella is free to see if you enjoy what I write.

I’m very involved with my fandoms, and love all things geeky and nerdy. I love connecting with my readers, so if you’d like to contact me just head over to my website 🙂
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Where to find Jillian Ashe
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – STILL LOVE YOU by Allie Everhart

STILL LOVE YOU Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for STILL LOVE YOU, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Allie Everhart. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

STILL LOVE YOU by Allie Everhart

STILL LOVE YOU by Allie Everhart

About the Book
Title:
STILL LOVE YOU
Author: Allie Everhart
Publisher: Waltham Publishing, LLC
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
*A Standalone New Adult Romance.*

Silas Sparks was my first love. My only love. The guy I thought I would marry, and almost did.

We were engaged. For a week. In high school. It was the happiest week of my life. But then reality hit and I broke off the engagement. I was only 17. I couldn’t get married! I had plans for my life. Plans that included college and someday running a large corporation.

Silas was crushed. He couldn’t understand why I did it. But that’s Silas. He lives in the moment, never worries about the future. After we broke up, he took off for Europe and never came back.

That was two years ago. I haven’t seen or talked to him since. Then just as I’m about to leave college for summer break, guess who shows up at my door? Looking even hotter than I remember, flashing that sexy smile of his, telling me he’s home for the summer, living just a few houses down from mine!

Now I’m panicking. I was never supposed to see him again. Silas is the past. I’ve moved on. And yet here he is, and all I can think about is how much I want him back. It can never happen, but even so, I can’t deny the truth. And the truth is…I still love Silas.

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Excerpt #3
Willow

“Are you decent?” I yell outside Silas’ door.

“Depends on how you define that.” He yells back.

I open the door and see him standing there in jeans, but shirtless, just like he was on the farm. His hair is wet but now it’s because he just showered. He smells good. Clean and fresh with a hint of cologne.

“You gonna put on a shirt?” I ask.

“I’m still hot from being outside so I thought I’d just leave it off.” He grins. “Is that a problem?”

He’s evil. No girl can resist a hot shirtless man fresh from the shower. Except me. I’m stronger than most. I can resist him.

“Not a problem at all, although it seems unsanitary to eat without a shirt, hence the no-shirt, no-service rule at restaurants.”

“We’re not at a restaurant. And it’s not unsanitary. I just showered. I’m even cleaner than you.”

I huff. “That’s not true! I showered this morning. I’m very clean.”

“Let me see.” He steps up to me, his hands grasping my waist as he bends his head down to my neck. His lips graze my skin as he inhales, making me shiver.

“What are you doing?”

He exhales his warm breath over my neck. “You smell good.”

“Thanks. Now will you move, please?”

I was tempted to turn my head and kiss him but I didn’t. Excellent self control. Score one for Willow.

He slowly backs away.

“I really think you should put a shirt on.” It’s a lie. I don’t want him covering up those incredible abs, but my self-control is winning out, keeping me from doing something I shouldn’t.

He gives me a smug smile, then walks over to his dresser and pulls out a white t-shirt. Damn. I’m a sucker for jeans and a white t-shirt, which he knows. He takes his time pulling the shirt over his head, the movement causing his ab muscles to flex. Holy crap, that’s hot.

“Is this better?” He stands there, his arms at his sides, looking completely irresistible.

“Sure. Whatever.” I turn away from him and get my phone out. “What kind of pizza do you want?”

“Sausage and pepperoni. I’m craving meat.”

“No green peppers? Mushrooms?”

“Add whatever you want. Just not anchovies.”

“Gross. I hate anchovies.” I call the pizza place, but get a message that the number is no longer in service. “Silas, is Pizza Village closed?”

“Yeah. It closed last month.” I feel him come up behind me, his arms going around me, brushing against my chest as he takes my phone and types in a number. “This place is good.”

I order the pizza, then turn around and face him. “You could’ve just given me the number.”

He smiles. “I could’ve.”

He’s taking this flirting up a notch. Time to give it right back.

I slip my hands under his shirt, along his abs, and give him a flirtatious smile. “So, what should we do while we wait?”

He chuckles. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s not going to work.” He grasps me around the waist. “It’ll just make me do this all the more.”

“Do what?”

He leans down and kisses me. A bold, assertive kiss. A kiss that buckles my knees and leaves me breathless. Then he pulls away, waits a moment, then says, “Would you like me to take the shirt off? It seems to be in your way.”

I look down and see my hands are now halfway up his shirt, my fingers splayed out over his chest. I quickly yank them away.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“No problem.” That smug grin appears again. “Maybe we should eat out back. Otherwise it’ll smell like pizza in here for a week. Doesn’t make for the greatest atmosphere.”

“Why do you care about the atmosphere? Are you having people over?”

“Just one.” He kisses my cheek, then takes my hand, tugging me out of his room and down the hall.

“You’re being very strange.”

“Good. I’d hate to be normal. Normal is boring.”

I like this new Silas even better than old one, and that’s saying a lot because I really liked the old one.

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About the Author
Allie Everhart started writing romance three years ago with Choosing You, the first book in the bestselling Jade Series. Since then, she’s published eighteen books. Allie writes romance because she loves watching a relationship develop between her characters, from those first flirty encounters to the point they realize they’re in love. Allie’s always been a romantic, as evidenced by her early years as a wedding singer, her obsession with dating shows, and the fact that she still watches reruns of The Love Boat.

Where to find Allie Everhart
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – YOUR TEMPTING LOVE (Bennett Family) by Layla Hagen

YOUR TEMPTING LOVE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for YOUR TEMPTING LOVE, the fifth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Bennett Family, by USA Today bestselling author, Layla Hagen. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

Your Tempting Love (Bennett Family #5) by Layla Hagen

Your Tempting Love (Bennett Family #5) by Layla Hagen

About the Book
Title:
 Your Tempting Love
Series: Bennett Family #5
Author: Layla Hagen
Release Date: February 17, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
This is book 5 in The Bennett Family series, but can be read as a standalone since every book features a different couple.

Christopher Bennett is a persuasive man. With his magnetic charm and undeniable wit, he plays a key role in the international success of his family’s company. 

Christopher adores his family, even if they can be too meddling sometimes… like when they recommend him to employ Victoria Hensley’s decorating services for his new apartment in an attempt to set him up with her. Christopher isn’t looking to settle down, but meeting Victoria turns his world upside down. Her laughter is contagious, and her beautiful lips and curves are too tempting.

Victoria Hensley is determined not to fall under Christopher’s spell, even though the man is hotter than sin, and his flirty banter makes her toes curl. But Christopher is her client, and she knows better than to get involved with clients. Besides, Victoria isn’t looking for love. After her parents’ death, Victoria is raising her much younger siblings, and she can’t afford any mistakes.

But Victoria and Christopher’s chemistry is not just the sparks-flying kind, but the downright explosive kind. Before she knows it, Christopher is training her brother Lucas for soccer tryouts and reading bedtime stories to her sister Chloe.

Victoria wants to resist him, but Christopher is determined, stubborn, and oh-so-persuasive. 

When their attraction and connection both spiral out of control, will they be able to risk it all for a love that is far too tempting?

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“Victoria? No offense, but that all sounds like pig latin to me. If there’s anything you know will make this place look like a home, go ahead. I’m giving you carte blanche.” Evidently, I was so immersed in my proposal, I didn’t take notice of him advancing toward me, or me backing into the wall opposite the kitchen. One of his hands is propped against the wall near my ear, and with the other one, he twirls a strand of my hair in his fingers.

“Really? I don’t want you to think I’m trying to upsell you things. I want you to love your new home.” The words tumble out of my mouth at an alarming speed, but Christopher’s proximity is setting me on edge. Drawing in a deep breath, I attempt to calm myself, but my heart rate ratchets up. Feeling his fingers move from my hair to my temple and then descend to my jaw isn’t helping.

“I was hoping it was just an excuse to spend more time with me,” he says gently. The space between us seems to become increasingly smaller, even though neither of us moves. “You smell like eggnog.” Something in his voice has changed. I can’t pinpoint what; maybe his timbre is lower, but it sounds more intimate than it did seconds ago. It sends desire coursing through me, and I become aware of the fact that my breasts are squished against his chest. His hot breath lands on my cheek, like a forbidden whisper.

“I am going to kiss you, Victoria.” His words unleash a hunger inside me, so deep and so powerful that I have no hope of resisting it. I nod slightly, and then his mouth covers mine. I part my lips invitingly, and when he coaxes my tongue with his, I’m on fire.

Oh, this man knows how to kiss. He is demanding and in control, and I love every second of it. Before long, we’re a tangle of limbs because I need to feel so much more, and I’m not alone in my desperation. One of his hands finds the hem of my sweater, and I shudder. Pressing his knee between my legs, he opens my thighs. Driven by a will of their own, my hips roll forward, and I find myself pressing my center against his thigh. A rough groan reverberates from his chest, and his hand slides up, stopping where the fabric of my bra meets my skin. All movement stops for a few interminable seconds, and I realize he’s seeking permission.

I nod almost imperceptibly, and our control snaps. Christopher cups my breast over the fabric of the bra, and my nipples turn hard within seconds. His mouth descends to my neck.

“I am going to make you come, Victoria,” he whispers against my skin.

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Your Irresistible Love (Bennett Family #1) by Layla Hagen

Your Irresistible Love (Bennett Family #1) by Layla Hagen

About Book 1
Title:
 Your Irresistible Love
Series: Bennett Family #1
Author: Layla Hagen
Release Date: January 13, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay | Audible

Synopsis
Sebastian Bennett is a determined man. It’s the secret behind the business empire he built from scratch. Under his rule, Bennett Enterprises dominates the jewelry industry. Despite being ruthless in his work, family comes first for him, and he’d do anything for his parents and eight siblings—even if they drive him crazy sometimes. . . like when they keep nagging him to get married already.

Sebastian doesn’t believe in love, until he brings in external marketing consultant Ava to oversee the next collection launch. She’s beautiful, funny, and just as stubborn as he is. Not only is he obsessed with her delicious curves, but he also finds himself willing to do anything to make her smile.
He’s determined to have Ava, even if she’s completely off limits.

Ava Lindt has one job to do at Bennett Enterprises: make the next collection launch unforgettable. Daydreaming about the hot CEO is definitely not on her to-do list. Neither is doing said CEO. The consultancy she works for has a strict policy—no fraternizing with clients. She won’t risk her job. Besides, Ava knows better than to trust men with her heart.

But their sizzling chemistry spirals into a deep connection that takes both of them by surprise. Sebastian blows through her defenses one sweet kiss and sinful touch at a time. When Ava’s time as a consultant in his company comes to an end, will Sebastian fight for the woman he loves or will he end up losing her?

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Your Captivating Love (Bennett Family #2) by Layla Hagen

Your Captivating Love (Bennett Family #2) by Layla Hagen

About Book 2
Title:
 Your Captivating Love
Series: Bennett Family #2
Author: Layla Hagen
Release Date: April 12, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay | Audible

Synopsis
Logan Bennett knows his priorities. He is loyal to his family and his company. He has no time for love, and no desire for it. Not after a disastrous engagement that left him broken-hearted.

When Nadine enters his life, she turns everything upside down. She’s sexy, funny, and utterly captivating. She’s also more stubborn than anyone he’s met. . .including himself.

Nadine Hawthorne is finally pursuing her dream: opening her own shop. After working so hard to get here, she needs to concentrate on her new business, and can’t afford distractions. Not even if they come in the form of Logan Bennett. He’s handsome, charming, and doesn’t take no for an answer.

It doesn’t help that Logan’s family is scheming to bring them together at every turn. Their attraction is sizzling, and their connection—undeniable. Slowly, Logan wins her over.

But what starts out as a fling soon spirals into so much more. Will they learn to trust their feelings?

Will they have the strength not to let go of each other?

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Your Forever Love (Bennett Family #3) by Layla Hagen

Your Forever Love (Bennett Family #3) by Layla Hagen

About Book 3
Title:
 Your Forever Love
Series: Bennett Family #3
Author: Layla Hagen
Release Date: July 28, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay | Audible

Synopsis
Eric Callahan is a powerful man, and his sharp business sense has earned him the nickname Shark. Yet under the strict façade is a man who loves his daughter and would do anything for her. When he and his daughter move to San Francisco for three months, he has one thing in mind: expanding his business on the West Coast. As a widower, Eric is not looking for love. He focuses on his company, and his daughter.

Until he meets Pippa Bennett. She captivates him from the moment he sets eyes on her, and what starts as unintentional flirting soon spirals into something neither of them can control.

Pippa Bennett knows she should stay away from Eric Callahan. After going through a rough divorce, she doesn’t trust men anymore. But there’s something about Eric that just draws her in. He has a body made for sin, and a sense of humor that matches hers. Not to mention that seeing how adorable he is with his daughter melts Pippa’s walls one by one.

The chemistry between them is undeniable, but it’s the connection that grows deeper every day that has both of them wonder if love might be within their reach.

When it’s time for Eric and his daughter to head back home, will he give up on the woman who has captured his heart or will he do everything in his power to remain by her side?

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Your Inescapable Love (Bennett Family #4) by Layla Hagen

Your Inescapable Love (Bennett Family #4) by Layla Hagen

About Book 4
Title:
 Your Inescapable Love
Series: Bennett Family #4
Author: Layla Hagen
Release Date: November 10, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
A sizzling new friends-to-lover romance from a USA Today Bestselling Author. Each book in the Bennett family series is a full, standalone story.

Max Bennett was nine years old the first time he met Emilia. The two formed a tight friendship that lasted for years until she moved away. Now, years later, Max enjoys a successful career, and his brilliant business sense helped him take his family’s company to the next level. Max loves his life: carefree and fun. He has everything he wants, and has no intentions of settling down anytime soon (even though his family might have other ideas).

But when a chance encounter brings him face to face with Emilia, he starts questioning everything. The girl he last saw years ago has grown into a beautiful woman with sensual curves and a smile he can’t get out of his mind. Their chemistry is sizzling, and between old memories and new challenges, the two form a connection that is undeniable.

Emilia Campbell has a lot on her plate, taking care of her sick grandmother. Still, the twenty-eight year old physical therapist faces everything with a smile on her face and a positive attitude. The one area in her life where she’s not too optimistic is love. After practically being left at the altar, Emilia has sworn off men. Until the childhood friend she hero-worshiped and hasn’t quite forgotten, steps into her clinic. Max is every bit the troublemaker she remembers, only now he has a body to drool over, and a smile to melt her panties. Not that she intends to do the former, or let the latter happen.

They are both determined not to cross the boundaries of friendship. But as they spend more time together, their chemistry spirals out of control.

Can Emilia trust her childhood hero with the key to her heart and accept she might have found her one true love?

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Author Layla Hagen

Author Layla Hagen

About the Author
Welcome! My name is Layla Hagen and I am a Contemporary Romance author. I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later. I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world. And I drink coffee. Lots of it 😀

SIGN UP FOR MY MAILING LIST and find out about future books as soon as they are released! (just copy and paste this link in your browser to sign up):
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I am represented by Louise Fury (The Bent Agency)

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Where to find Layla Hagen
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ALEX (Perfect Opposite) by Zoya Tessi

ALEX Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ALEX, the first book in the new adult contemporary romance series, Perfect Opposite, by Zoya Tessi. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

Alex (Perfect Opposite #1) by Zoya Tessi

Alex (Perfect Opposite #1) by Zoya Tessi

About the Book
Title: Alex
Series: Perfect Opposite #1
Author: Staci Hart
Release Date: January 23, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Their wishes were simple and modest. Fate had other things in store though, and she can be a real bitch sometimes.

All he wanted was to get the job done and somehow to endure those long months playing nanny to a spoiled little rich girl. Without strangling her with his bare hands in the process. Well, it is going to be much easier said than done.

All she wanted was to escape the past and live like any other nineteen-year-old girl. Her plan definitely didn’t include the arrogant, tattooed savage, with his awful mohawk hair and lack of social graces, whose only mission was to stick real close and mess up her life.

But, people aren’t always what they seem to be, are they?

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Alex

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before her trembling ceased and she finally calmed down. Her face looked suddenly small and fragile tucked in the crook of my neck, as though at a stroke she’d lost all of her worldly bravado. Based on her steady deep breathing, she’d finally fallen asleep, but I went on running my fingers across her brow. Curled in a tight ball in my arms, with her tangled locks tumbling down over her face, she reminded me of a butterfly, perhaps the last of its species, landed on the curve of a great wheel. Yet again, I asked myself what the fuck could have happened to scare her this much. It was impossible to say for definite, but I was pretty sure that something had triggered a full-blown panic attack, the kind that bites down hard and leaves a bitter taste for hours, if not longer.

Christ! How could Nikolai have allowed her to be drawn into this mess?!

She would never admit it, but I saw right through her bluff. Below that “nothing can touch me” attitude, and the Medusa stare she served up to anyone who dared to get too close, she was far too fragile for this kind of life. It was only a matter of time before Nikolai’s poisoned apple got into her soul, and then the looking glass would shatter. 

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Author Zoya Tessi

Author Zoya Tessi

About the Author
Zoya spent years doing volunteering work all across Europe, from cleaning school basements in Northern Russia to excavating Stone Age artifacts in Euskadi (the Basque country) and renovating castles from the middle ages in Southern France. She always dreamed of working with ‘Doctors without borders’ somewhere out in Africa, but ended up doing an ‘ordinary job’ in one of the smaller European countries.

Her greatest passion is devouring each and every book that comes within her reach.

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Where to Find Zoya Tessi
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Book Blitz – Playlist + Giveaway – AUTUMN’S DANCE by Sarah Gai

AUTUMN'S DANCE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for AUTUMN’S DANCE, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Sarah Gai. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive playlist, and details on her giveaway.

AUTUMN'S DANCE by Sarah Gai

AUTUMN’S DANCE by Sarah Gai

About the Book:
Title:
AUTUMN’S DANCE
Author: Sarah Gai
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
“A story that captures your heart and continues you thinking about it long after you fall asleep.”

Autumn Nash lives a nomadic existence with her harvest-travelling father, except every summer when they return to one place like clockwork…Ligonier, PA. But this season, Autumn meets a young man who changes her world and makes her long for more.

Eric Foster has been sent to stay the summer in Ligonier with his grandfather in hopes of altering his path as his life spirals downward. His direction changes the moment he sees Autumn; he knows his very reason for breathing is solely to be with her.

When Autumn is ripped away from Ligonier, she leaves Eric confused and devastated that their time is over. Both teens struggle through the years gone by without the other. Will Autumn ever see the boy who changed her life again? Will Eric wait for her? Will Autumn ever make it back to Ligonier? And what will happen when buried secrets surface?

Discover a love that takes you back to what it’s all about—the confusing, yet simplistic, beginnings of falling in love and watch it evolve into something that takes your breath away..

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Author Sarah Gai

Author Sarah Gai

About the Author
So this is me in short. I’m plus size and completely adorable (or so my husbands tells me). A momma of three princes who light my world. I drink way too much coffee, chocolate is a staple. I love to write after midnight and my love for short stories will never fade. With such a limited amount of time to enjoy quiet writing, I have mastered the  skills of fitting a lot into a small amount of pages. Humour keeps me smiling and well.. if you’ve read my books you’ll know that I put a lot of myself into the characters. And to answer your questions. My best friends and I forgot the part about growing up and love every minute of it. Aside from writing I also run a publication IndieLove Magazine,  promoting Indie Awesomes from a range of fields and professions. Check it out at www.indielovemagazine.com.

In 2017 I will be saying goodbye to Chick lit for a while and heading into Contemporary Romance. I hate to be put in a box! Join my street team at www.sarahgai.com and come have some fun!

Love to all xo.

Wanting to write for all the women out there who want a good short read about strong friendships, romance and body positive, love the skin you’re in kind of fiction. .

Where to Find Sarah Gai
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – RED (Love in Color) by S.M. West

RED Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for RED, the first book in the romantic suspense series, Love in Color, by S.M. West. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

RED (Love in Color #1) by S.M. West

RED (Love in Color #1) by S.M. West

About the Book:
Title:
 RED
Series: Love in Color #1
Author: S.M. West
Release Date: February 6, 2017
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Red. The color of extremes.

Tate Conrad’s existence is annihilated. Destroyed by two men: one, her hero and the other, her worst nightmare. She has nothing to lose.

Determined to survive, vengeance feeds her.  There are no limits, no boundaries, not even death, in seeking liberation.

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Rylan Wolfe is driven. A stellar FBI agent close to breaking the case of a lifetime. It’s more than career-making, it’s personal. Tate’s the linchpin to it all. They need each other to succeed.

For Tate, is he her salvation or ruin?

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The grand ballroom is lavishly decorated in black, white and gold with at least forty tables, each seating ten, placed throughout the dimly lit room. A large dance floor is at one end of the room with a band and singer on stage playing Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon. Sidling up to the bar, I order a scotch.

Surveying the room, it takes two sweeps before I spot them. He’s like a human jail cell. One arm anchors her waist, his hand cuffing her wrist. Fuck, my chest tightens at seeing a woman caged like that, especially when she now looks nothing like the vibrant, fiery woman I met early today. Her face is vast emptiness. Now it makes more sense. With the abuse, I wondered why she didn’t leave him. Divorce him. She can’t leave. She’s trapped. From what I know, if he’s obsessed with his wife, which he blatantly is, her leaving him would very well mean her death.

Nursing my drink, I silently watch them. Throughout the entire hour, Tate’s frozen, a mannequin. He’s not said one word to her, and neither has anyone else, yet he’s beaming from ear-to-ear like he won best pumpkin at the county fair.

Despite her stoicism, she’s stunning in her long red dress, high heels and hair up. The dress is classic and tasteful. The deep, hypnotic red fabric is like a beacon of desire. I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She’s elegance and sin. Many men have cast glances her way.

Even with her beauty, there’s something dejected about her. No one appears to notice or if they do, they don’t give a fuck. Everyone wears masks. Many, like Tate, play a part to survive. Warriors fighting to live another day. While others conceal their depravity. Here in this room, they are monsters lurking in masks, hiding behind money and power.

I want to see beneath her mask. I got a glimpse today. She pushed my buttons and got me red hot under the collar. There’s more to her than meets the eye. I want to see more.

Watching her blank expression, her eyes briefly narrow before glazing over once more. If I hadn’t been looking, I would’ve missed it. Glancing in the direction of what, or more accurately who ruffled her veneer, I see Warren and Taya Conrad.

Swirling the ice in my empty glass, I watch as they exchange greetings. Time to make my move. I’ve patiently waited six months for Bobby to introduce me to Warren and the asshole always has an excuse. Tonight, I’m forcing his hand.

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Author S.M. West

Author S.M. West

About the Author
Born on the shortest day and longest night of the year, Winter Solstice, she’s a self-professed night owl. From a young age, creating stories and conjuring characters was always one of her favorite pastimes.

She loves a great story with romance and intrigue, a strong heroine and fiercely passionate hero with passion, intensity and edge.

If she’s not writing or reading, she’s planning her next adventure, spending time with her family or drinking a great glass of wine and indulging in chocolate.

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Where to Find S.M. West
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Cover Reveal + Giveaway – THE BEST MAN by Barbie Bohrman

THE BEST MAN Cover Reveal

Author Barbie Bohrman is unveiling the cover to THE BEST MAN, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, releasing March 28, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book, an exclusive excxerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE BEST MAN by Barbie Bohrman

THE BEST MAN by Barbie Bohrman

About the Book
Title: THE BEST MAN
Author: Barbie Bohrman
Release Date: March 28, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads

Synopsis
Veronica Webber is single again after being in a loveless marriage way past its expiration date. For the first time in a very long time, she feels free and after being burned so badly by love in the past, any thought of romance is the last thing on her mind.

In walks a man from her past, Trevor Allen, a tall, dark, and handsome womanizer who is usually all about the bottom line. For Trevor that bottom line has always been made up of the countless notches on his bedpost. But when he sees Veronica after so many years, he can’t help but be drawn to her and know her again… even if that means being friend-zoned from the start.

As this unlikely pair spends more and more time together, they quickly realize that there might be something between them that goes past “just friends.” But there’s just one tiny detail that makes this situation slightly more complicated… Trevor was Veronica’s ex-husband’s best man at their wedding nine years ago.

So when past mistakes and indiscretions come back to haunt them, will their happily ever after end before it even gets started?

Or will the best man win this time.

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THE BEST MAN by Barbie Bohrman (Full Cover)

THE BEST MAN by Barbie Bohrman (Full Cover)

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I couldn’t pinpoint how I had been feeling for the past couple of days, but I was just… I don’t know. Off my game, I guess was the best way to put it. And the worst part was I knew exactly when and why this all started for me.

Ever since I’d seen Veronica off from my apartment this past Saturday, I couldn’t shake her from my thoughts no matter how hard I tried. And trust me, I had tried. But then my mind would wander and then the next thing I knew, I would remember how beautiful she looked as she peeled away a layer of insecurity at a time during our night out. I’d recall how she exuded that confidence at the karaoke bar that I found so alluring in any woman, but in Veronica, it was off the fucking charts sexy. And then I’d be reminded of how I slowly undressed her with care and put her in my bed for the night. All of her flawless, soft skin on display, the way her long legs stretched as I pulled her skirt off of her and the barely there lace panties she had on. As if all of that wasn’t enough to torture a mere mortal man such as myself, when I helped to remove her sweater and I got a damn good eyeful of the matching bra, it had taken every ounce of effort to not run the backs of my knuckles softly and slowly against the swells of her breasts. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it all over again. The images were still as vivid as if it had happened a minute ago… and I knew I was a piece of shit for thinking about any of it. For picturing Veronica over, around, and under me; for imagining her plump lips wrapped around my dick; for knowing how sweet she would taste against my tongue and how hard I could make her come.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath and ran a hand down my face. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

I should have gone out for lunch with Jack. Maybe the momentary change of scenery would have helped to keep my mind busy because studying up on the new client was quickly becoming a distant memory. Maybe the one thing Jack said was right though… I needed to get laid. And since Veronica was obviously not an option, I had to go elsewhere for the relief my dick was so sorely in need of. Because there was no way that my sanity could afford to wake up one more day this week with a case of blue balls. I was but one man.

My mind was racing through a mental catalog of women I knew that I could request the pleasure of the company of their pussy. They were women that knew without any prompting that I was the kind of guy you didn’t bring home to meet your parents. I had always appreciated those women the most; the ones that didn’t need the introduction or the “talk.” All they wanted or ever needed from me was a fuck. And that worked out perfectly as far as I was concerned.

Let’s see, I could call either Patsy, Bridget, Mary, Liv…

As soon as Liv’s name popped into focus, I knew she was the one I needed to reach out to. We had met at some sort of meet and greet for under-thirty-entrepreneur-shindig when I was technically under thirty some time last year. She was a tall, leggy blonde with perfect tits and an ass that I could bounce quarters off of. Liv and I had hit it off that first time we met, fucked, whatever. What made her different than other women was that right off the bat, she was the one to tell me that she had no intention of wanting any kind of relationship. Ever. So since that first time we slept together, she had been someone I knew I could call on to take the edge off. She hadn’t let me down yet, and I sure as hell hoped that she wouldn’t tonight.

I shot off a quick text to Liv:

Can you meet me later?

It didn’t take too long until I saw the familiar three flashing dots and then her response:

I can. Where and when?

Smiling, I knew I was in good hands and texted her back the name of a bar that was walking distance from my apartment that we could meet up at and the time. She was quick with her response:

See you there.

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Author Barbie Bohrman

Author Barbie Bohrman

About the Author
Born and raised in Miami, Florida, Barbie Bohrman dreamed of becoming an author. Long after she had given up, a book club’s prologue contest enticed her to give it one more go. What emerged were the beginnings of her debut novel, Promise Me. Now she’s living her dream and writing stories that entice readers to escape and break away from reality. When she’s not writing, you can find her trying to get through the books on her Kindle (more than a thousand at last count) or watching Lost or Seinfeld. She currently resides in New Jersey with her husband, two children, and two dogs.

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Where to Find Barbie Bohrman
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Sale and Giveaway – CHAMELEON by Zoe Kalo

CHAMELEON Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for CHAMELEON, a young adult gothic novel, by Zoe Kalo. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. And for a limited time,  you can pick up the eBook for just $0.99!

CHAMELEON by Zoe Kalo

CHAMELEON by Zoe Kalo

About the Book – NOW ON SALE FOR JUST $0.99!
Title: CHAMELEON
Author: Zoe Kalo
Release Date: February 2, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Gothic
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Kicked out of school, 17-year old Paloma finds herself in an isolated convent in the tropical forests of 1970s Puerto Rico, where she must overcome her psychosis in order to help a spirit and unveil a killer.

An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…

17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.

When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out…

Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?

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Excerpt #3
The foliage swallowed me. Sodden leaves gave under my shoes. Twisted limbs and giant ferns reached out to scratch my arms, my legs.

“Adelita!” I called, hastening my pace.

Flash of white ahead.

“Adelita!” No response. “Damn it. It’s getting freaking dark!”

Voices? I halted, panting.

Then broke into a run again. The mist, carried by the waterfall, clung to my lashes, my cheeks, my lips. I tasted its bitterness on my tongue.

Giggling.

“I’m here!” Adelita called.

I slowed my pace. Toward the end of the path, fibrous vines hung from branches like a curtain of snakes. I pushed them aside and staggered forward. Slowly, I looked up.

Against the blackening sky, the monster roared, cradled by twisted, stunted trunks and wisps of fog, looming over me in all its brutal magnificence. Its crystalline waters gushed ferociously, cascading into a murky, swirling pool that spiraled into a descending rock-studded stream gurgling with white iridescent foam.

A cloud of spray enveloped me, cold and impersonal like the wings of some giant bat. Had it not been for one of the vines, I would have fallen to my knees.

Cold water, sucking me down, searing my throat, my eyes. Can’t see, can’t breathe; his hands grab me; blackness, like tar, steals its way down my lungs, spreading its web and filling every corner, every crevice; utter agony before oblivion settles—

The sight of Adelita, standing at the edge of the pool, shook me out of my trance. She was very still, her skirt puffing from the thundering falls.

“Step back!” I shouted.

Slowly, Adelita lifted her arm and pointed to the center of the waterfall. “She’s in there.”

“Who?” When she didn’t answer, I answered for her. “The ghost? Your invisible friend?”

Adelita lowered her arm. She seemed to have fallen into one of her sudden spells.

“Is that who you were speaking to?” I said urgently.

She was silent.

“Adelita,” I coaxed. She was about ten yards from me. I took one step toward her, my toes curling. “Please… step back.”

“She wants to speak to us,” Adelita said, moving closer to the edge.

“What’s wrong with you? Stop!”

She turned her head to look at me. When she smiled, her teeth looked unnaturally white, as if the iridescence of the foamy water reflected on them.

I edged a little closer and extended my hand. “Please.” I clenched my teeth. “I can’t come any closer,” I said, stressing each word. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing reality to go away, willing it all to be a nightmare. But when I opened my eyes, Adelita’s toes stood just over the edge. For an instant, as if suspended, she seemed to sway, before she opened her wings like an angel about to take flight.

“No!” I sprang forward and seized her arm. She twisted, lost her balance and clutched at my gold chain—“No!”—The gold snapped. I grabbed her shirt and jerked her toward me. We staggered in a drunken embrace before stumbling to the ground. My hand groped wildly around my neck, but my pendant, the most precious object I possessed, was gone. I searched for it on my hands and knees, my flesh sinking into the cold, wet earth.

Then I stood and stared hard at her.

Smudged with dirt, she sagged against a moss-covered boulder. “It’s in there,” she said, her gaze lowered, pointing to the water.

“How do you know?”

“I saw it fall,” she said.

A jolt of nausea hit me and I held my stomach. “That can’t be.”

I stared at the swirling pool and thought I saw it twinkling in the depths. I squeezed my eyes shut—for an eternity, it seemed—before I spun and grabbed Adelita and shook her violently. “You’re lying! That’s what you do. You lie.” I kept shaking her. I wanted to hurt her, hurt her. That was the only way to ease my pain.

She started whimpering, in a manner not unlike my sister Sara. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she kept saying.

I shoved her away and reeled backwards. I felt breathless, delirious.

I glanced one more time at the swirling pool, before I grasped her muddy hand and we headed back. She didn’t resist, an obedient, repentant little child.

By the time we got back to the graveyard, it was already dark. The lamp post cast an iridescent glow on the white roses and tombstones.

To my dismay, Madre Estela had just stepped out of the garden gate and was marching in our direction. With the light behind her, her face was a black mask. But her chin was high and her stride purposeful.

As if out of habit, she went for Adelita first. “What are you doing here? You haven’t done any of your chores.”

I stepped forward and shielded Adelita with my arm. “This isn’t her fault,” I said quickly. “I told her to come and help me.”

She bared her teeth. “Help do what?” she said, her eyes sweeping over our dirt-covered hair and clothes.

“We heard voices coming from there,” I said, gesturing. “We thought one of the girls had gotten lost, so we decided to take a look.”

This made her pause, but only for an instant—before her hand came down, hard and brutal. I staggered backwards, more from shock than pain. No one had ever slapped me before. I touched my burning cheek and just stared at her.

“Voices here, voices there,” she said, disgusted, as if she couldn’t stand to hear more of it. “There are no voices, do you understand? No voices,” she repeated, as if she were trying to convince herself of the fact.

“You should know better than listen to Adelita’s lies.”

Adelita didn’t even flinch when Madre Estela twisted her ear. I thought she was going to wrench it off her head right in front of my eyes.

“Pick up the things and go change immediately, both of you,” she ordered, “before you catch pneumonia.”

Before we went inside, I glanced back at Madre Estela. The vegetation rose up behind her, dark and menacing. Her eyes seemed strangely unfocused. She was clutching her wooden cross and murmuring a prayer. A gust of wind rattled the branches.

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About the Author
A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults.

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Where to Find Zoe Kalo
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Cover Reveal + Giveaway – FRAGILE CHAOS by Amber R. Duel

Radiant Crown Publishing and author Amber R. Duel are unveiling the cover to FRAGILE CHAOS, a young adult fantasy romance, releasing July 11, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book, and details on her giveaway.

FRAGILE CHAOS by Amber R. Duel

FRAGILE CHAOS by Amber R. Duel

About the Book
Title: FRAGILE CHAOS
Author: Amber R. Duel
Publisher: Radiant Crown Publishing
Release Date: July 11, 2017
Genre:
 Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Links: Goodreads

Synopsis
A GOD OF WAR SEEKING RESTORATION.

AN UNWILLING SACRIFICIAL BRIDE.

BETRAYAL THAT COULD DESTROY THEM BOTH.

“[E]very fiber of my being is woven from the rage of mortals.”

Theodric, the young God of War, has a talent for inciting conflict and bloodshed. After being stripped of his powers by his older brother, King of Gods, he sets out to instigate a mortal war to prove himself worthy of being restored to power.

“I loved Kisk once; it was my home… But that was before. This is now.”

Sixteen-year-old Cassia, like many in the modern era, believes gods and goddesses to be just a myth. Enemy to her country and an orphan of the war, she has no time for fairy tales. That’s until religious zealots from Theo’s sect offer her up as a sacrifice.

Can Cassia and Theo end the mortal war and return balance to the earth and heavens? Or, will their game of fate lead down a path of destruction, betrayal, and romance neither of them saw coming?

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Author Amber R. Duel

Author Amber R. Duel

About the Author
Amber R. Duell was born and raised in a small town in Central New York. While it will always be home, she’s spent the last six years living in Germany and Maine as a military wife where the next step is always an adventure.

When Amber isn’t writing, she’s wrangling her two young sons. She is a lover of history, a fan of snowboarding, and a travel enthusiast. In her downtime, she can be found curling up with a good book and a cat or two.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – CLAN by Realm Lovejoy

CLAN Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for CLAN, a stand-alone young adult science fiction/zombie dystopia, by Realm Lovejoy, now available in Audiobook format. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CLAN by Realm Lovejoy

CLAN by Realm Lovejoy

About the Book – NOW AVAILABLE IN AUDIOBOOK!
Title: CLAN
Author: Realm Lovejoy
Release Date: November 12, 2013
Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction/Zombies
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Audible

Synopsis
“Highly enjoyable, thought-provoking sci-fi by an author with considerable talent and promise.”–Kirkus Reviews

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Clans are Unity.

No variation. No deviation.

On Clades, to be a Clan is to be an exact copy. A perfect society cloning themselves to survive, even as the zombielike Frags threaten to overrun them on an unforgiving planet.

Clan 1672 (privately known as Twain) was never supposed to survive the Incubation Tank. But he did. Illegally. He is different from the other Clans.

A secret that could destroy him.

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Excerpt #5
Twain huddled under his sheets, curling up to keep the heat from escaping. Some rain made its way through the roof, occasionally plopping onto his forehead. He wiped a raindrop off with the hem of his cover and stared at the dark opening of the entryway. The sky grumbled like a boulder being rolled down the rocky crags, loud and echoing. Then a flash of blue brilliantly lit the sky. Twain stared out in awe, having never seen a storm. Why is the weather acting up like this? He kept an eye out for lightning coming too close.

Buster moaned and started thrashing about in his sleep. “1249…” he whimpered.

Another bolt of lightning cracked.

Buster howled and sat up.

“Shut up,” Chad grumbled angrily.

“Are you all right?” Twain asked.

“Just nightmares…”

“You seem to have them a lot. What’re they about?”

Buster eased his body back down. “People who look like me, coming after me, warping in and out…”

Chad snorted. “Check: we’re Clans.”

“No,” Buster mumbled. “It’s worse in my dreams. When I look in one of their eyes, I reflect back in it, and it becomes an infinite me.” Buster paused for a second. “It makes me wonder, is experience enough to shape us into individuals?”

“We’re proof of it, right?” Twain remarked.

“Shut it,” Chad snapped. “Both of you.”

“Do you have a favorite color?” Buster asked.

Twain shrugged. “I don’t know, do you?”

“I like red.”

“Me too.”

“You only said that ’cause I said it. Come on, if you could only live with one color, what would it be?”

“Hmmm…”

Chad smacked the floor with his fist and growled.

Twain leaned over and whispered, “Blue.”

He remembered how life was a few weeks ago, waking up in Twigg’s home after some healing time in the fluid. The blue of the Mother—the Incubation Tank—always comforted him as the only light source in the dark. And during the day, before he’d been allowed to go to Contribution, the hint of blue sky showing through the frosted glass. How he’d wanted to go outside.

Different favorite colors. You and me. Drawing a dividing line between the two. Twain was vulnerable without the umbilical connection to Unity.

“It feels lonesome,” Twain whispered to nobody in particular.

To be different—it felt solitary. He realized that maybe his yearning for Unity wasn’t for the cultural value, but because he wanted to be with others and to belong. Meeting Buster and Chad, though, the feeling was even deeper. A yearning for friendship?

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Author Realm Lovejoy

Author Realm Lovejoy

About the Author
Realm Lovejoy is an American writer and an artist. She grew up in both Washington State and the Japanese Alps of Nagano, Japan. Currently she lives in Seattle and works as an artist in the video game industry. CLAN is her first book. You can find out more about her and her books at realmlovejoy.com

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Release Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – LOVE STORY (Love Unexpectedly) by Lauren Layne

LOVE STORY Release Blitz

Welcome to the release day blitz for LOVE STORY, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, Love Unexpectedly, by New York Times bestselling author, Lauren Layne. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

LOVE STORY (Love Unexpectedly #3) by Lauren Layne

LOVE STORY (Love Unexpectedly #3) by Lauren Layne

About the Book
Title: LOVE STORY
Series: Love Unexpectedly #3
Author: Lauren Layne
Publisher: Loveswept
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Genre:
 New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Over the course of one wild road trip, feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love in this charming rom-com—a standalone novel from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Good Girl.

When Lucy Hawkins receives a job offer in San Francisco, she can’t wait to spread her wings and leave her small Virginia hometown behind. Her close-knit family supports her as best they can, by handing over the keys to a station wagon that’s seen better days. The catch? The cross-country trip comes with a traveling companion: her older brother’s best friend, aka the guy who took Lucy’s virginity hours before breaking her heart.

After spending the past four years and every last dime caring for his sick father, Reece Sullivan will do just about anything to break free of the painful memories—even if it means a two-week road trip with the one girl who’s ever made it past his carefully guarded exterior. But after long days of bickering in the car turn into steamy nights in secluded motel rooms, Reece learns that, when it comes to Lucy, their story is far from over. And this time, they just might have a shot at a happy ending.

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Spock, we’re giving you Horny!” my mom blurts out, apparently fed up with my denseness.

Her utterance is too much for my siblings to handle and they both burst out laughing, retreating into the kitchen to rejoin the party where there’s wine.

Oh what I wouldn’t give for wine right now.

“I, um . . . you’re giving me the car?” I ask.

“Because yours broke down,” my dad explains, walking forward to thump Horny’s dented hood.

“And this one’s . . . not broken down?” I ask skeptically.

Look, it’s not that I’m not grateful. My parents are trying to give me a car, I appreciate the sweetness of the gesture, it’s just . . .

Here’s the thing about Horny: he barely got us three kids through high school. I mean, Horny is the car that sputtered and shook making it the 3.2 miles to Jefferson High, no matter who was behind the wheel.

I’m even going to come all the way clean here and say that early on in my freshmen year, I was embarrassed showing up in Horny. Then I realized I was lucky to have a car at all, and well . . . I dunno, I guess Horny became a part of us Hawkins kids’ charm, because the station wagon was practically an institution from Craig’s high school reign all the way through Brandi’s.

But poor Horny quit working years ago. Much to Brandi’s chagrin, he gave up the ghost a mere two months before her high school graduation, and I spent the last bit of her senior year being picked up by my parents.

“He’s going to take you to California,” Dad says, giving the car another thump.

“Really?” I step forward and run a tentative finger along the familiar panel. He’s had a bath, so at least that’s something. “Because last I knew, he wouldn’t even make it out of the garage.”

“Yeah, well, we neglected him for a while, but he’s right as rain now,” Dad says, puffing out his chest as though Horny’s a fourth child.

“Like, as in he actually starts?”

“Purrs like a kitten,” my mom says with an emphatic nod, even though I know she doesn’t even like cats. “We didn’t believe it, but we took him to church on Sunday and there were no issues.”

I literally bite my tongue to keep from pointing out that this is hardly a feat. Sacred Presbyterian is 0.8 miles away from the house.

“You took Horny into a shop?” I ask, starting to warm to the idea of having a car again. I’m a little touched, actually. Money is tight for my parents. Dad’s a PE teacher, and Mom gives a mean winery tour, but the gig’s never paid much.

“Not exactly, it was more of a bartering situation,” Mom says.

“Yeah?” I say, going around to the driver’s seat, already giddy with the prospect of telling Oscar I’ll be able to come see him in Miami after all, even if I won’t exactly be riding in style.

“Reece agreed to fix him up.”

I’m lowering myself into the car as my dad says this, but I reverse so quickly I hit my head. My skull doesn’t even register the pain, because I’m too busy registering the hurt in my heart at the familiar name. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Reece,” my mom says, giving me a bemused look. “He’s always been handy with cars.”

“He fixed up the car in exchange for what?”

And then I feel—I actually feel—the air change around me as the side door to the garage opens, and a new presence sucks all the air out of the space.

I don’t turn around. I don’t move. But I feel his eyes on me. Over me.

“Reece is headed out to California too,” my oblivious mother chatters on. “It worked out perfectly actually. Now you two can ride together, and your dad and I don’t have to worry about you alone in the middle of nowhere with a twenty-something-year-old car.

They think the car is going to be the problem here? It’s not the car that’s toxic to me. It’s him.

Reece Sullivan. My brother’s best friend. My parents’ “other son.”

Slowly I force myself to turn, and even though I’m prepped, the force of that ice-blue gaze still does something dangerous to me.

He winks, quick and cocky, and I suck in a breath, and I have to wonder . . .

I wonder if my parents would feel differently about their little plan if they knew that their makeshift mechanic is the same guy that popped my cherry six years earlier under their very roof.

And then broke my heart twenty-four hours later.

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Author Lauren Layne

Author Lauren Layne

About the Author
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren lived in Seattle with a cushy job in e-commerce/web-marketing. On a whim, she quit her job and moved to NYC to pursue a writing career. A year later, she had an agent and two publishing contracts.

She now lives in midtown Manhattan where she writes full time, although has been known to be lured away from the computer by a well-made cocktail.

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Where to Find Lauren Layne
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – OBSIDIAN SKY (Dark Sky) by Amy Braun

OBSIDIAN SKY Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for Obsidian Sky, the third book in the young adult dystopian romance series, Dark Sky, by Amy Braun. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

Obsidian Sky (Dark Sky #3) by Amy Braun

Obsidian Sky (Dark Sky #3) by Amy Braun

About the Book
Title: Obsidian Sky
Series: Dark Sky #3
Author: Amy Braun
Release Date: February 7, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
The final struggle against the Hellions has arrived. A trapped engineer and a desperate marauder scramble to fight an enemy with unspeakable power on its side. Time is running out, and one world will be destroyed…

After sacrificing herself to save the lives of her friends and family, Claire Abernathy struggles to outwit her Hellion captors. They torment and terrify her into working on a weapon with the sole purpose of obliterating the world, friends, and love she has struggled to save. If Claire has any chance of saving those she loves, she must delve deeper into the Hellion world, and witness nightmares she could never imagine.

In Westraven, Sawyer Kendric is desperate to find the woman he loves. To do so, he must finally embrace his family’s atrocious past and heal the wounds it has caused. He will be forced to make new allies, uncover secrets that change all he knows, and find the courage to lead a ragtag crew into the darkest, deadliest battle of their lives.

Claire and Sawyer fight to save their broken world in the final installment of the epic DARK SKY trilogy..

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Chapter 1

Sawyer

The storm came out of nowhere. They always did.

I gritted my teeth and held up the crate lid, protecting my face from the fresh torrent of hail that came on the wind. The shards of ice pummeled the battered wood, then vanished completely when the wind changed. I tossed down my makeshift shield, grabbed the spokes of the helm, and fought the wind.

“Hard to port!” I bellowed. My throat was already burning from constantly shouting orders, and more yelling wasn’t helping.

Good thing it’s raining, I thought grimly.

I watched Nash sprint across the deck below, racing for the trap door to repeat my command to Gemma. We were in the air when the storm hit, and Nash refused to follow any order until Gemma was safely tucked away in the engine room, using the airship’s automated controls to alter our course instead of changing sails by dangling hundreds of feet in the air on a piece of rope.

I didn’t argue with him. I knew what it was like, to be so in love with someone that you couldn’t think about anything but protecting them.

But you didn’t. You let her go. You weren’t strong enough to defend her. You weren’t strong enough to save her.

Shoving the truth back down, I wrenched the wheel to the left. The Dauntless Wanderer pitched, pushed by the savage wind. I twisted the helm around and around, my biceps burning as the Dauntless struggled to obey me. I could feel the wooden slats of the quarterdeck vibrating under my feet as the generator struggled to turn the sails. I watched the masts twist and grind in their riveted sockets on the deck. If I pushed them too hard against the wind, they would bend and we would lose control. The top of the main mast was already swaying ominously in the punishing wind.

I mastered the ship. Not the weather.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Nash race up the deck steps and came to a halt next to me. All my focus was on the ink black clouds ahead. I was searching for darker ones.

“Sawyer, we have to go back,” Nash shouted in my ear.

“Not yet,” I yelled back. “We can hold another five minutes.”

As if hearing me, the wind shifted again. I grabbed the crate lid. Nash ducked down and covered his head with his hands. Chunky blocks of hail beat down on us, but I shielded Nash and myself from the worst of it.

As soon as the hail switched to rain, I dropped the crate lid. Nash rose to his feet and swung in front of me. He grabbed some empty spokes on the helm and kept me from turning the wheel.

“Sawyer, we can’t stay out here.”

I looked at my friend, the first person I recruited to my crew. He’d been with me for nearly four years. I trusted him more than anyone else in the world. He would never lead me astray, never abandon me, never tell me something I didn’t need to hear.

Right now, I wanted to punch his lights out.

“Let go,” I warned.

I tried to jerk the wheel out of his grasp, but even when my arms weren’t sore from maneuvering an airship in a rain-wind-hail storm, Nash was stronger than me. His muscles were almost twice the size of mine. I knew how to fight with a blade. Nash earned his reputation with his fists. The dog-faced tattoo from his old marauder life– when he was forced to fight for survival against fiendish killers– snarled up at me from the dark skin of his arm. Cuts from sharp hail lined his cheeks and arms. He was bruised, exhausted, and worried. But he wouldn’t back down.

“We won’t find anything out here,” he said. “The storm will get worse, and the Dauntless can’t risk taking major hits. We don’t have anyone to repair her if she does.”

Anger and pain spiked in my chest. But Nash wasn’t done.

“We have a little girl on board, Sawyer. Or did you forget about her?”

Abby. How could I forget her? Every time I looked at those blonde curls and bright green eyes, I saw them on an older, willowy young woman. I thought about her pale skin, soft lips, and achingly sad eyes. I remembered how heartbroken she’d been when she walked away to save our lives.

To save my life.

Abby was a wreck, same as me. Her big sister would never forgive me if anything happened to her.

If that wasn’t enough, Nash had one more nail to drive into my heart.

“Do you think Claire would want us risking ourselves like this to find her?”

He was asking a question that would hurt in more ways than one, because it was the only way I would listen. I knew the answer, of course.

She would be furious. In fact, she would probably try to punch me again. I would probably welcome it, if that meant I would see her and know she was safe.

Not a warrior, but a fighter at heart. That was my Claire.

My chest tightened. I closed my eyes and sighed. It hurt to breathe.

“The storm’s coming from the north. Tell Gemma to keep turning south. We’re heading back to the ports.”

Nash checked my eyes, making sure I wouldn’t break my word. It stung to know he doubted me now.

He let go of the wheel and raced down the stairs. I kept turning the helm, shifting toward the dull grey skies of Westraven. I steadied the wheel and waited a couple more minutes until I was sure

Nash would be safe below deck with Gemma.

Then I took a deep breath, hit the accelerator, and left another hope behind.

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Now that the Dauntless sailed freely, I constantly expected an attack. Someone to ambush us and take my ship. I would be killed and my friends enslaved. I dreaded to think what would happen to Abby, who was little more than a scared child.

But even now, with the Behemoth destroyed, no one ventured into the ports. When the Hellions entered Aon and attacked Westraven a decade ago in The Storm, dozens of survivors fled to the expansive tarmac. It used to be the Westraven Trade Board’s landing pad for other provincial airships to land with their goods, and it was assumed that the five hundred foot square air hangar in the middle of the concrete tarmac would be filled with enough supplies to outlast the Hellions.

But it didn’t matter when the monsters landed in their raiding skiffs and burst into the building. They were always watching, always hunting, and always knowing where to strike.

For a few months, smaller bands of survivors tried to sneak inside the ports during daylight and the rainy seasons, trying to get inside the hangar and assuming the Hellions wouldn’t find them.

They always did.

It didn’t take long for most of Westraven to decide that the ports were cursed, and nothing in them was worth the risk of being devoured. I suppose that even with the Behemoth gone, they wanted to keep thinking that. Maybe they would keep thinking that until the Breach was closed. If that was the case, the ports would stay cursed for a long time.

I had a bad habit of taking potentially suicidal risks. While the other survivors assumed the ports were cursed, I decided to take them over. It was a safe place for me to hide my ship– and myself.

I dropped the speed of the Dauntless, letting her glide over the concrete tarmac toward the hangar. I liked speed, but I understood the value of patience. It had taken me two years to find my ship and set up traps so it wouldn’t be stolen. Another year to clean up the worst of the damage. Two more years to move the damn ship in the rainy seasons and daylight, constantly watching the skies to make sure the Hellions wouldn’t blast it to pieces, and yet another year to do more thorough repairs in the hangar.

Not easy to do when you’re a lonely, orphaned seventeen-year old––or was I eighteen now? I couldn’t remember––with a family name that everyone hates.

Even with all those years of labor and fighting for survival against the people I stole from, it hadn’t been enough. The generator had been damaged, and I hadn’t gotten the Dauntless to fly no matter what experimental repairs I did. No one had been able to fix it.

Not until Claire came along.

Hiding the pain again, I eased the Dauntless Wanderer to a stop fifteen feet from the main building, where the concrete met sheets of metal plating that circled around the hangar. Hidden by the plates was a Pitfall, a trap that would react when it sensed any kind of vibration moving over it. A trap that would send a devastating electric pulse over and above the metal plates and shock whatever was standing on it.

Claire’s way of protecting us.

Once the ship came to a stop, I let it idle and walked down the steps. I glimpsed Nash slipping on heavy electrical gloves, slinging a rope over the side of the Dauntless, and climbing down. Gemma stood at the railing, watching him with anxious eyes. I stood next to her while Nash knelt down by the metal plating and began to search for the wire that would disarm the Pitfall until we were inside.

“What the hell was that out there?” Gemma asked me, never taking her eyes from Nash.

I looked at her. Gemma was my master gunner, my ship’s rigger, and my friend. She was tall, lithe, and beautiful. She wore a sleeveless leather jumpsuit, heavy black boots, and had her short brown hair tied in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her pale skin was smeared with soot and grime, her dark brown eyes intense and focused on what mattered to her. Two knives and a flintlock pistol were strapped to her waist. When I met Gemma, she was a thief set on corrupting both Nash and me. But she saved our lives, and proved her loyalty a thousand times over. I valued her opinion.

I just wasn’t looking forward to the barbs that would come with it.

“Nash already gave me an earful, Gemma,” I muttered, resting my arms on the railing as Nash worked cautiously. “I’m not in the mood for another one.”

Her hand curled on my shoulder and yanked me away from the railing. Sometimes I forgot how strong Gemma was. It was the mistake her enemies made, one that they paid for in the worst ways.

Then again, she’d never used that strength against me.

“Too bad,” she said, dark eyes burning. “You need to hear it.”

I glared. “I give the orders. Not you,” I reminded.

As if that bit of truth would stop Gemma.

“You’re not the only one who wants to find Claire,” she snapped. “We all do. But did you forget why she gave herself up in the first place?”

I balled my fists, wishing I could crush my memories in them. They surged without my control.

The pain as the Vesper, King of the Hellions reached into my mind with his own, bent on demolishing me. The empty look of the man who’d betrayed us. The cruel smile of my enemy when he knew he’d won. The heart-wrenching pain on the face of the girl I loved as she was taken, even as I gave her my deepest promise.

I’ll save you.

But that was what Claire did for us instead. She gave herself up to build a Palisade– a two towered device that could cut through the thin fabric of dimensions– in exchange for our lives. Claire was the daughter of Westraven’s most famous engineers, and easily as skilled as they were. She repaired the Palisade her mother and father created, and used it to fend off the Hellions that had swarmed us.

But it had been a rush job, nowhere near as destructive as the original Palisade was ten years ago when it created the Breach. Yet Claire claimed she could make another one, just as powerful.

If she did…

But Claire wouldn’t do that. She was too good, and too smart. If she made a deal with the Vesper, she had another reason to do so. She had a plan.

Except I didn’t know what it was, and I couldn’t help her if–

Gemma punched me in the arm. She didn’t hold back, either. I would feel that bruise for days.

“What the hell was that for?” I snarled.

“To prove a damn point,” she shot back. “You’re distracted, Sawyer. Claire is in every inch of your mind, and you can’t think about anything else. You can’t think like a captain.”

I wanted to argue, but she was right. Claire was all I could think about, even before her surrender. She’d gotten under my skin, into my very soul, the way no one else had. I didn’t think anyone could do that, because of who I was.

But she did. She didn’t even have to try.

“You’re not the only one who’s in love, Sawyer.”

I narrowed my eyes at Gemma. She just rolled her eyes. “Please. As if we all didn’t see it.” A sly grin crossed her lips before she turned her gaze to Nash. The smile fell from her face, but love continued to burn in her eyes.

“We’ve been with you for years. You made a choice, we followed it. You made enemies, we fought them. You made a stupid decision, we shrugged and went along with it.”

A sardonic grin twisted my lips. Gemma wasn’t one to mince words.

“But this is different. You’re not asking us to cross into marauder territory and swipe a few goods. This isn’t even like when we stormed the Behemoth. We only did that because we had armfuls of explosives and a crazy engineer.” Gemma shook her head, sadness cutting out the love in her eyes.

“You’re asking us to go through the Breach. The heart of Hellion territory, where they will absolutely see us coming. If they don’t, the Vesper will know. We don’t know the terrain. We don’t have the numbers or weapons to fight them. We’ll be dead before we touch ground. If we’re lucky.”

Luck. She said that word like it existed in our situation. If the Hellions captured us, our lives would become nothing but torture and pain until they grew bored of us. I remembered the stories Riley told of his captivity on the Behemoth. The things he claimed to have seen and endure. I had no love for the man, especially after what he’d done to us, but I hadn’t thought he was lying about the horrors he suffered.

My heart lurched at the thought of Claire enduring them now.

“I want to live, Sawyer,” Gemma said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I have something good in my life, and I don’t want to lose him.”

I glanced at Nash. He stood up and began peeling off the thick electrical gloves used to handle the Pitfall. He glanced at Gemma and smiled. She returned the expression.

“If you don’t slow down to think up a plan to get Claire safely, then we’re going to leave.”

I whirled my head so fast it almost wrenched off my neck. “You’re not serious.”

Gemma turned her sad eyes onto me, and gave me her answer. I would have rather she sucker-punched me again.

“We wouldn’t want to, but you wouldn’t give us a choice. Not if we wanted to live.” The hardness returned to her eyes. “So sort yourself out. Act like a leader. At the very least, pretend to care.”

I flinched. I couldn’t help it, because I did care. I cared too much.

And that was the whole problem.

Gemma winced when she saw the slip of my composure. Her eyes were pained, and she took a breath to apologize.

“Tell Nash to guide us in,” I said quietly. “You can open the door.”

I walked away before she could say anything else. I was glad that she didn’t call me back. I didn’t trust myself not to say something I would regret.

At least this way I could try and get some sleep.

I walked to the cabin door, then hesitated. Ever since her rescue, Abby had been sleeping in the captain’s cabin. The poor girl had been kidnapped by Hellions and turned into a blood donor for the monsters. As if standing for days on end, strapped to a cold table and having her blood drained from her ounce by ounce wasn’t enough, Abby was plagued with a disease that slowly turned her into a Hellion. Seeing her sister tortured in such a way nearly shattered Claire, and part of her bargain with the Vesper was to relieve Abby from the disease.

Abby was cured, but she couldn’t stop crying. I’d done my best to comfort her, but it had been a long time since I was an older brother. In the end, I failed at that, too.

Putting Micah in the back of my mind before memories of losing him could hurt me, I knocked on the door. There was no answer, but at least she would hear me. I twisted the doorknob and walked into the cabin.

It wasn’t as extravagant as it had been when my father was captain. The windows were covered with black cloth. Crates were piled in every corner. Clothing and blankets lay tossed over leather trunks. Hurricane lanterns were tacked to the walls. The wide oak desk was covered with swords, knives, pistols, and rags to clean them with.

At the far side of the room was a wide couch that doubled as a bed. Sitting on top of it, surrounded in sprinkles of sugar and nibbled bread, dressed in a baggy shirt and pants shortened and hemmed to fit her small frame, was Abby.

Claire’s baby sister reminded me of a cherub. Bouncy golden curls, pale skin, rosy cheeks, big green eyes filled with wonder. When she grew up, she would be a heartbreaker. She probably wouldn’t even know it. Her sister hadn’t, and Claire had caught my heart hook, line, and sinker.

Abby looked up from the book cradled in her lap. I smiled at her and crossed the hardwood floor to the bed.

“Hey, Stargazer,” I said.

Abby smiled at the nickname. She loved the sky. Her happiest moments seemed to be when we hovered in the cloudless night sky. Abby used a periscope to chart the constellations, drawing lines to connect them and turning stars into smiling faces.

It had been a long month since she’d drawn anything.

“Hi, Sawyer,” she said, scooting over so I could sit on the bed. She looked at the tiny crystals of sugar spotting the blanket and gasped lightly. She quickly brushed them away with her tiny hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess.”

I smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” I wasn’t the least bit irritated. Abby was eating again, no longer looking pale and fragile. It hadn’t taken long for us to realize that Abby was obsessive about putting sugar on any and all foods. Even meats.

Moira, the caretaker who’d joined the crew a few months ago, had tried a few times to tempt Abby into eating by coating her food in sugar when she was sick, but the poor girl had been so plagued by the Vesper’s control and disease that it hadn’t worked. Moira would have been so happy to see that Abby was getting better, looking more like a little girl and less like a hollowed child. But she had died trying to defend Abby from Davin when he raided our home at the ports.

Moira had become another victim of my brother.

I kept the smile on my face and pushed the rage and hurt down, storing it for whenever I faced Davin next. He didn’t matter right now. This bright-eyed, curly haired girl did.

“How are you doing?” I asked, settling down next to her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Abby told me. She closed the notebook and clutched it to her chest.

“Are you sure? I was sailing pretty wildly.”

“It’s okay,” she assured. “It was kinda fun.”

I grinned. “Glad to hear it. Maybe I’ll do it on purpose next time.”

Abby giggled, summer green eyes sparkling. Claire’s did the same when she was consumed by a project, or was intensely arguing a point.

I turned away from Abby and rubbed my chest, wishing I could shift the pain from it.

“You didn’t find it, did you?”

I dropped my hand. There was no point in trying to soothe the ache. Abby’s crushed voice just made it worse.

“No,” I told her honestly.

Abby and I sat in heavy silence. She sniffled quietly beside me. I gripped my kneecaps and stared at the floor.

“I’m trying to remember what Riley showed me,” Abby said after a long, long time.

When I looked at her again, she was shuffling closer and opening her book of constellations. But I wasn’t seeing stars. Dark, uneven circles were scrawled on the page. A jagged black shape spread across the middle of the pages, as if sketched by an angry fist.

“That’s what it looks like,” Abby continued. “The Breach.”

I stared at the drawing, wishing it would tell me where it was. How I could find it. Which direction to turn the ship. How to rescue the girl I loved without losing my crew in the process.

All I saw were scribbles.

“Did he tell you where it was?” I hedged, though I knew the answer. “Did he tell you exactly where the Breach was?”

Abby sucked in her lower lip. I could see her struggling to find an answer, to lie and keep up the search for her sister. Like me, she would rather scour the skies day and night, looking for any trace of the Breach or Claire. But Abby was a scared little girl. She wasn’t a fighter. She didn’t know how to operate an airship or work on the engines. She just wanted her big sister back.

The Vesper probably implanted the image of the Breach into Abby’s mind to scare her. He’d tortured her with nightmares of what she would become unless Claire surrendered, likely showing her the Breach to let her know the bleakness that waited for her in another world.

Now she was cured of the Vesper, and trapped in a different nightmare.

Abby made a choked, hiccupping sound. A hopeless noise.

I gently pried the notebook from her little fingers and set it on the blanket. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to my side. Abby didn’t need further invitation, throwing her arms around my ribs and squeezing with all her strength. Her tears soaked my shirt. I rubbed her back, like I’d done for Micah so many times whenever Davin scared him. My older brother took pleasure in tormenting anyone he thought below him.

And now he had Claire. She was tough, but Davin’s greatest joy came from breaking someone strong.

“I’m scared, Sawyer,” Abby sobbed into my chest. Her tiny fists balled my shirt. She trembled violently. “I’m scared she won’t come home. He… he’s going to hurt her, I know it, worse than he hurt me, he’s going to––”

I pushed back from Abby. I couldn’t handle the details right now.

But I wasn’t going to lie.

“Claire is tough, Stargazer. Tougher than me. Smarter, too. She’ll survive. And I’m going to get her back. I swear it, Abigail.”

Tears stained the little girl’s cheeks and still brimmed in her eyes, yet her sobs had quieted. She stopped shaking. She believed me.

I just wished I believed in myself.

Sort yourself out. Act like a leader.

Gemma’s words vibrated through my skull, and as Abby cuddled next to me for comfort, I knew she was right. If I was going go through with this crazy mission and save the stubborn, feisty engineer that captured my heart, I had to stop moping. I had to think of a way to outsmart my enemies.

Riley, my newest and traitorous former crewmate. Davin, the cruel man-turned-Hellion who shared my blood. The Vesper, a nightmare King with harrowing power.

I had to outsmart them. Then I had to kill them. 

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Crimson Sky (Dark Sky #1) by Amy Braun

Crimson Sky (Dark Sky #1) by Amy Braun

About Book 1
Title: Crimson Sky
Series: Dark Sky #1
Author: Amy Braun
Release Date: February 2, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
They’re always watching. They’re always waiting. They’re always starving…

Ten years ago, the sky shattered and the Hellions emerged. No one was able to keep them from destroying the city of Westraven. Now that the bloodthirsty monsters rule the skies and have forced the few remaining humans underground, Claire Abernathy lives in a nightmare. She survives by using her skills as an engineer for a ruthless tyrant connected to her mother and father’s past failure.

Then Claire’s world is torn apart when her sister Abby is kidnapped by the Hellions, and Claire herself is taken by dangerous sky pirates known as marauders. But Claire will not be intimidated by them while her sister’s life hangs by a thread, and so she strikes a deal with them: If they help rescue Abby, she will fix their ship and give them the chance to take the revenge they desperately seek.

As Claire fights for her sister’s life, she begins to realize that the Hellions are not the only dangers she’ll face. Burdensome secrets and devastating betrayals threaten her at every turn, and if she loses herself to them, it won’t just be her life that is destroyed…..

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Midnight Sky (Dark Sky #2) by Amy Braun

Midnight Sky (Dark Sky #2) by Amy Braun

About Book 2
Title: Midnight Sky
Series: Dark Sky #2
Author: Amy Braun
Release Date: August 2, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
There are secrets, there are betrayals, and there are sacrifices…

The Behemoth has been destroyed, and the bloodthirsty Hellions seem to have left Westraven. But Claire Abernathy’s mind is not at ease. A terrible disease plagues her sister, appearing to have been brought on the Vesper, the leader of the Hellions beyond the tear between worlds– the Breach.

To save Abby and stop the Hellions for good, Claire must find the machine her parents built before the attacks, and fix it before the monsters return. To do so, she needs the help of her crew, and must ignore the secrets and rivalries between her captain and the man she saved.

Because the Hellions are not the only dangers following Claire. Twisted humans and old enemies surface to stop her and destroy all she loves. While she is determined to endure the trials, a single betrayal could shatter the hope of a better world, and force Claire to make a choice that will cost her dearly…..

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Author Amy Braun

Author Amy Braun

About the Author
Amy is a Canadian urban fantasy and horror author. Her work revolves around monsters, magic, mythology, and mayhem. She started writing in her early teens, and never stopped. She loves building unique worlds filled with fun characters and intense action. She is the recipient of April Moon Books Editor Award for “author voice, world-building and general bad-assery,” and the One Book Two Standout Award in 2015 for her Cursed trilogy. She has been featured on various author blogs and publishing websites, and is an active member of the Writing GIAM and Weekend Writing Warrior communities. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, watching movies, taking photos, gaming, and struggling with chocoholism and ice cream addiction.

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Where to Find Amy Braun
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE STORY OF US by D. Nichole King

THE STORY OF US Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE STORY OF US, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by D. Nichole King. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE STORY OF US by D. Nichole King

THE STORY OF US by D. Nichole King

About the Book
Title: THE STORY OF US
Author: D. Nichole King
Release Date: February 9, 2017
Genre:
 New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Moments.

Every life is made of thousands of them, each one strung together with the next. Some are yellow and happy, some are blue and sad, and some…

Some wipe out color altogether.

“I love you,” is what I should have told Maverick.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m still fighting.”

Instead I just watched him leave.

Now my husband, my everything is battling for each breath, and all I can do is stare at the machines as the clock ticks off precious minutes.

The doctors said the first twenty-four hours are critical—but every moment is critical.

You never know which will be your last.

This is our story, and I’m not ready for it to end.

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She wanted to believe him, but this had happened before. “You know you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” She tipped her chin up.

“I know I don’t, but I want to.” He stepped farther into the apartment, getting closer. “I need you to know. As much as we’re friends, you’re the one I want to be with. If you’re not ready, that’s cool, but the only girl I’m interested in is you.”

She swallowed, her pulse quickening. Oh, God. He was so close. His heat. She wanted him. Wanted his arms around her. Wanted his lips on her. She wanted him to look at her like she mattered.

“The way you ran off… Are you going to keep denying that you want more than to just be friends?” His voice was low. He was only a breath away.

Tami avoided meeting his gaze. “You don’t understand. I’ve been here before. And it hurts too much when I get left behind.”

He whispered, “I wouldn’t hurt you. You are the reason I get up every day and I feel excited instead of depressed. You do that.”

She looked up at him and saw her waning restraint reflected in his eyes as he leaned closer. So close. She wanted to feel. She was done with being numb. Tami rose on tiptoe, gently wrapping her arms around his neck. Bryce released a shuddering breath right before he slid his lips over hers.

He tasted faintly of mocha, and something sweet. He growled low in his throat, then deepened the kiss at the same time as he backed her into the apartment and kicked the door shut with his foot. Then, he pressed her up against the wall and deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth.

Tami couldn’t think. Fog clouded out rational thought. All she wanted was more of this. More of him. She might not be able to keep him, but she could have him now. She just had to steel herself against the broken heart when it came.

Because it would.

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Author D. Nichole King

Author D. Nichole King

About Nana Malone
d. Nichole King was born with a book in her hand. During her school years, she’d hide books inside textbooks, read during recess, changing classes, and while walking home from school. She wrote her first book at the age of 11, and the re-worked version of that book is her debut novel, LOVE ALWAYS, KATE.

Her YA urban fantasy series, THE SPIRIT TRILOGY, along with her NA contemporary series, LOVE ALWAYS, was acquired by Limitless Publishing and includes a total of six books. BREAKING THROUGH, an NA science-fiction romance, is her first self-published novel.

d. Nichole King currently resides in a small town in Iowa with her supportive husband, four amazing kids, a dog, a cat, a fish, and a turtle.

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Where to Find D. Nichole King
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