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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE WINNOWING (Stanley and Hazel) by Jo Schaffer

THE WINNOWING Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE WINNOWING, the second book in the young adult historical mystery series, Stanley & Hazel, by Jo Schaffer. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE WINNOWING (Stanley and Hazel #2) by Jo Schaffer

THE WINNOWING (Stanley and Hazel #2) by Jo Schaffer

About the Book
Title: THE WINNOWING
Series: Stanley and Hazel #2
Author: Jo Schaffer
Publisher: Month9Books
Release Date: February 26, 2019
Genre:
 Young Adult Historical/Mystery
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Synopsis
Darkness descends over St. Louis, a city already rocked by the Great Depression. More and more people are disappearing, and some have turned up dead. A sinister secret society is putting forward their plan known as “The Winnowing,” designed to wipe out those they consider “undesirable.”

After Stanley and Hazel foil the diabolical plans of Charles Chouteau, they become instant celebrities. Hazel is thrust into the role of debutante, and risks loses herself in it. Meanwhile, Stanley must deal with the horrific tragedy of his best friend’s death while being threatened by the unseen forces of the Veiled Prophet.

With things spiraling out of control, Stanley and Hazel’s relationship is tested, possibly beyond repair. As bodies pile up, people become more desperate. The divide between wealthy and poor grows ever wider, threatening to tear their worlds apart. Now, the two must find a way to work together if there is any hope at all of saving their relationship and their futures.

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Excerpt
The renegade newsie climbed on top of the metal box and forced the window open a crack with a crowbar he produced from his baggy trousers. Then he sat and lit a cigarette. He puffed on it a few times before reaching into the inside pocket of his oversized coat. He pulled out a bottle that sloshed with liquid and removed the cork.

He took a handkerchief and stuffed it into the bottle of liquid, leaving a tail of it hanging out of the top. Pinching his cigarette between two fingers, he contemplated the tip, while smoke trailed out of his nose.

Henri sniffed the air, and his ears perked. Before Hazel could stop the young dog, he jumped and let out a bark.

Arthur sprung to his feet, turning in Hazel’s direction.

Bananas. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping he wouldn’t see her where she crouched.

“Peek-a-boo,” Arthur said, slow and deliberate. “I see you, Princess.”

Knees shaking, Hazel slowly stood to face him. She gripped Henri’s leash. He was her only defense.

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: STANLEY & HAZEL
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Author Jo Schaffer

Author Jo Schaffer

About the Author
Jo Schaffer was born and raised in the California Bay Area in a huge, creative family. She is a YA novelist, speaker, writer at Patheos.com, works in film production and is a Taekwondo black belt.

She’s a founding member of Writers Cubed and co-founder of the Teen Author Boot Camp, one of the largest conferences in the nation for youth ages 13-19. She and a crew of local and international bestselling authors present writing workshops to hundreds of attendees at the Utah-based conference as well as hundreds of others worldwide who view the conference online.

Jo loves being involved in anything that promotes literacy and family. She is passionate about community, travel, books, music, healthy eating, classic films and martial arts. Her brain is always spinning new ideas for books and sometimes she even gets around to blogging.

Jo is a mom of 3 strapping sons living in the beautiful mountains of Utah with a neurotic cat named Hero..

Where to Find Jo Schaffer
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE IMMORTAL’S SALVATION (Bloodwite) by Cecelia Mecca

THE IMMORTAL'S SALVATION Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE IMMORTAL’S SALVATION, the second book in the adult paranormal romance series, Bloodwite, by Cecelia Mecca. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE IMMORTAL'S SALVATION (Bloodwite #2) by Cecelia Mecca

THE IMMORTAL’S SALVATION (Bloodwite #2) by Cecelia Mecca

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
THE IMMORTAL’S SALVATION
Series: Bloodwite #2
Author: Cecelia Mecca
Publisher: Altiora Press
Release Date: February 21, 2019
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU 

Synopsis
Even cursed blood can fall prey to love’s bite.

Lawrence Derrickson never wanted to be a chief, let alone a vampire, but fate has always been a fickle beast…callous to the inner-workings of a man’s heart.

Seven hundred years after he was turned, he’s still chief of Clan Karyn, although his clan now consists of only his three siblings. With no more castle to protect and defend, they are dedicated to only one cause—protecting the Cheld—their superhuman descendants.

Lawrence longs for a different life—a life of his own passions, desires, and dreams—but duty drives him further from that with each passing century of protecting the Cheld. Until their mission brings him to Stone Haven. In saving a fledgling Cheld, Alessandra Fiore, he meets her best friend, Toni O’Neill, a human woman who seems to understand him better than anyone has in over ten lifetimes. Too bad she’s already taken.

Lawrence Derrickson is off limits. Or so Toni has been telling herself ever since the first time she saw him. Sure, Lawrence is a devastatingly handsome vampire, but she has a boyfriend—one who’s safe and comfortable, if not exciting or reliable or trustworthy. Besides, what would someone like Lawrence want with her? Toni’s fast approaching thirty, and she still doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up. But her heart urges her to take a chance and leave her predicable life behind her to explore the inner-workings of Lawrence’s heart.

Lawrence feels he’s finally found a home, and the love of his long life in Toni, but trouble soon finds him in Stone Haven, forcing him to decide what matters most—desire or duty. Family or his own heart.

Fate can be a fickle, callous, evil tormentor…

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Chapter 1
Stone Haven, Pennsylvania

Weddings sucked.

Scratch that.

Attending a wedding solo sucked. Toni actually liked them otherwise, mostly because they were an excuse to dance. And in the itty-bitty town of Stone Haven, Pennsylvania, the only place to dance was the Jazz Hall, but good dance music was not regularly on their schedule. Although her kitchen made a perfect dance floor, it lacked a certain something in the ambiance department.

As she waited for the best man to finish his toast, which had turned into a rambling story about his drunken escapades with the groom, Toni spun her wine glass around and around by its stem. Finally, someone had the sense to take the microphone away from him, and the emcee announced the couple’s first dance. Toni snuck a glance across the table at Birdie and Uncle Jim, who were watching the bride make her way to the stage with a good deal more interest than she felt. Birdie’s smile was so genuine, Toni vowed to at least pretend to enjoy herself. The mother of the bride, an old friend of her aunt’s, cried as the couple began swaying to a top ten pop song.

A cute couple. And a fine venue for a wedding. The Lakehouse was a highly rated restaurant along the second-largest man-made lake in the state. Decked out in white fairy lights, inside and out, the restaurant looked especially charming that evening. How much must it have cost to rent the place for a night?

Likely more than she made at the shop in a year. But whose fault was it that, even working two jobs, she likely couldn’t afford a wedding here?

No one’s but hers.

“I’m grabbing a drink,” she whispered to her aunt. “Want anything?”

Birdie shook her head, still enthralled by the dance. Her uncle’s drink, a soda, sat full in front of him. Might as well make use of the designated driver. Toni stood, pulling down the black and gold lace dress that had ridden up her legs, and downed the last of her wine.

The indoor bar was closer, but she found herself walking toward the pop-up one on the deck. Toni pushed open the door and breathed in the fresh mountain air. She really should get away from town more often. While The Lakehouse was only twenty minutes away, it was nestled between the State Game Lands on one side and residences on the other, providing an ideal view. During the day. The same mountain range that graced the outskirts of Main Street back home rose high into the night sky, though only shadows were visible in the dark.

“Pinot Noir, please.”

While the bartender refilled her glass, Toni looked down to the docks below and watched the pontoons and speeders sway each time a wave made its way toward shore. Despite the hour, boats continued to roam the lake. During the summer months, Stone Haven and the surrounding areas were popular with tourists, something townspeople bemoaned but were secretly proud of.

“Thank you,” she said, taking her newly filled glass.

“You work at Ye Old Curiosities,” said a woman next to her.

Toni tried to place her.

Nothing.

Remembering people was not one of her finest qualities.

“I do,” she said, her tone polite. “I’m assuming you’ve been there before?”

“Once. It’s a cute shop.”

“Thanks,” she said, accepting the compliment on behalf of her aunt and uncle. Although she’d worked at the shop for years, she was only an employee. Birdie and Uncle Jim were the ones who’d made it their life’s work, selling everything from antiquities to novelties, the more eccentric the better.

“You can practically believe vampires are real when you go in there,” the woman added with a smile.

Toni couldn’t help but smile back. Part of her wanted to shock the woman by revealing the truth—vampires werereal, and two of the originals had just moved to Stone Haven.

“Nice wedding,” she commented instead.

“Extremely,” the woman said as she waited for her companion to get his drink. “Do you know the bride or groom?”

Neither, actually.

“My aunt is good friends with the bride’s mom.”

Toni knew the mother well enough, but the daughter had been sent away to boarding school as a young girl. She’d only come home for holidays and summer vacations, so their paths hadn’t crossed often.

An odd thing, sending your kid away. Her parents had both been career-driven and ambitious, but they never would have considered such a thing. Shaking away the thought, she smiled at the quirky woman and stepped away.

Toni sipped her wine, not a bad Pinot Noir for a wedding, and watched as white dots bobbed and weaved in the distance, the water below nothing more than a mass of black from this distance. Mesmerizing. Even though she couldn’t see the water, just knowing it was there brought her a sense of peace as it always did.

In a former life, Toni must have been a mermaid. Or a pirate. Or something having to do with the water. Did everyone love it as much as she?

Her train of thought was broken by a prickling awareness. Someone was watching her.

She didn’t have a sixth sense like her best friend, Alessandra, did. She wasn’t one of the Cheld—a line of superhuman beings created to counterbalance vampires. She wasn’t the one who’d led the vampires to Stone Haven, and yet she could tell one of them was currently watching her.

Toni turned to look at him, her heart lurching as it did every damn time he was near.

What in blazes was Lawrence Derrickson doing at her wedding?

Well, not precisely her wedding, but she hadn’t seen him at the ceremony earlier or any time before now. She was pretty sure she would have noticed. When it came to Lawrence, she couldn’t help but notice. He was a six-foot-plus, sandy-haired, green-eyed vampire, for heaven’s sake. And sure, it turned out vampires weren’t the gothic, garlic- and daylight-phobic creatures popular culture set them out to be, but they were still practically demigods. They were immortal, and they drank blood, for God’s sake.

Pretending she hadn’t seen him wasn’t an option. There were no more than ten people out here on the deck, the bartender included, and Lawrence was staring straight at her. She couldn’t see his eyes from here, but Toni knew their piercing green color. He was Alessandra’s friend and trainer, an ever-present part of their circle. Avoiding him was difficult, but that hadn’t stopped her from trying. She’d gotten quite good at it in the past two months.

Breathe, Toni, breathe. He’s just a man.

Well, not quite a man, actually. He was so much more.

But it couldn’t matter. Even if Tyler wasn’t the best boyfriend in the world, he was hers. And at least she was committed to something in her life. Being with him felt safe, a word she’d never use to describe how she felt with Lawrence.

The thought of Tyler made it easier to ignore Lawrence and the sidelong glances he always gave her. It made it easier to pretend she didn’t wish there was some admiration or affection in his eyes. Truth was, Alessandra’s friend looked at her as if she’d just stolen a treat from his dog. No, not that. It was like he could see something in her she didn’t even know was there. Like a bit of icing on her nose. If she hadn’t been thinking about that three-tier wedding cake all night, she’d probably have been able to think of a more profound comparison.

As it was, cake seemed as good an excuse as any to dart inside. Avoiding Lawrence. And maybe herself a bit too.

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“Hi, I’m Kat.”

Attractive. Same age he’d been before the change, just over thirty. No ring.

Alas, she lacked long red hair and amber eyes that shot arrows through his soul.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kat,” Lawrence said, watching Toni retreat back into the restaurant. His feet itched to follow her. Instead, he smiled at the pretty blonde guest and took his drink from the bartender.

“When I first moved to Pennsylvania,” he told Kat, “I couldn’t get away from this stuff.” He lifted his Yuengling, remembering. He’d asked for a lager, and the bartender had handed him one of these—a beer with a label he couldn’t even pronounce.

He’d lived in nearly every country around the world, had been alive for over seven hundred years, and still there was so much to discover. A beautiful side to the curse that had created so much ugliness. Despite that, he was more than ready to stay in one place for the foreseeable future. Lawrence was ready to settle down.

“So,” she said, her honeyed tone leaving no doubt as to her intentions. “Do you know the bride or groom?”

Actually, he had become close to the bride’s father, Stone Haven’s mayor, over a business deal, but telling her that would prolong a conversation that he was ready to end.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that gave guests a view of the dark lake behind him also gave him a clear view of Toni. She stood alone, her profile effortlessly elegant, her gold and black gown eye-catching. “Pardon me,” he said to the woman at the bar. “I just got here and want to greet the new couple.”

Lawrence itched to go to Toni, to take her shoulders in his hands, but she wouldn’t welcome it. He forced himself to make a wide berth around her. Trying to distract himself, he found the bride’s father at the table closest to the dance floor. Murmuring apologies for his late arrival, he made up for his tardiness by fawning over the couple as if he were a subject in their court, a role he’d played more than once before over several hundred years.

In England. In France. Though not in his homeland. He’d not seen Scotland for centuries, and though he still dreamed of his homeland, he knew he could never return.

Later, as he made his way to the inner bar, Lawrence’s eyes found Toni once again. He allowed himself to study her for a second—the strands of hair that had escaped her updo, the curve of her neck. What was she doing here? And where was Tyler?

As if you give a shit about that condescending asshole.

“There you are.”

Dammit.

“Caught you!”

Lawrence turned to face his admirer from the deck bar. The time for subtlety had passed.

“You did indeed,” he said. “But you should know, before we take this any farther, I haven’t eaten in nearly two weeks.”

“Oh.” She frowned in confusion. “Are you on some kind of a cleanse? There’s plenty of food here—”

He leaned down, her perfume as overpowering as her personality, and said, “I don’t mean food. Men like me, we need something very different to sustain us. But do not fear. It won’t hurt . . . too much.”

Poor Kat, properly appalled by his innuendo, could only stare. Good. One time he’d used this same trick to ill effect—the woman had smiled coquettishly and put her hand somewhere it didn’t belong.

His sister didn’t like it when he hinted at his true nature. Few knew of their existence, and the only unwritten code of their community demanded it stay that way. All well and good, but they were cursed for eternity. Surely they deserved a bit of fun.

“Hurt?” she muttered. “Uh, yeah. It was nice to meet you.”

She fled without offering a proper excuse for doing so. A pang of guilt nearly made him regret his methods, but the blonde woman immediately sidled up to another man at the bar. A slight grin lifted his lips. No damage done.

He would finish his drink and then leave. At least he’d stayed long enough to pay his respects to the mayor of Stone Haven. If he were to stay in the area, and Lawrence had every intention of settling in the quaint Pennsylvania town for as long as a man who didn’t age could, he would weave himself into the fabric of the place as necessary.

Staring at the bottle of half-drunk lager in his hand, Lawrence heard the music change to a song with a faster beat. Most of the guests would be dancing, he guessed, although he couldn’t bear to turn around and look for her. At least her foolish boyfriend didn’t appear to be in attendance. It killed him to see a woman so beautiful and intelligent waste her time with a man so unworthy of her. A man who disrespected her with his roving eye. But it was her choice, and it didn’t matter in the least to him.

A bald-faced lie.

Toni tugged at him. She always had, right from the first time he’d seen her at Murphy’s Pub, her hair swept up in an effortless bun, her amber eyes sparkling with life. That passion she felt for life, for her friends, and for everything she loved was infectious. It made him feel almost human again. Like he was the man he’d been before his brother died.

The way he felt about her was dangerous. For him and for her.

He drank the remainder of his beer in one long, deep swallow.

“You’re unusually broody this evening.”

He’d sensed her coming. Although she wasn’t a Cheld like Alessandra, Toni had an almost supernatural draw. Maybe it was her perfume, part coconut and part amber and spice. A scent that reminded him of the sun-kissed beaches of Brazil, combined with the sophistication of a Parisian boutique. Though not nearly as pretentious.

This interaction diverted from their usual pattern. Toni typically avoided him—rather, they typically avoided each other.

He turned slowly, careful not to lean too close or appear otherwise interested.

“And you are unusually . . .”

Sexy. Radiant. Desirable.

“Talkative.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, cocking her head.

“I could ask you the same.”

Toni took a bold step toward him, the proximity making his skin prickle with awareness, and leaned over the bar.

“I’m here,” she announced, “for another drink.” The raven-haired bartender, who was mixing a drink at the other end of the bar, ignored her. Had a man been tending bar, he would have immediately abandoned his other customers to serve her.

“I see,” Lawrence said, leaning back and crossing his arms. He did not respond to the obvious dismissal.

She refused to look at him. He refused to move. One minute passed. Two. Finally, he made eye contact with the bartender, who had been eyeing him as if he were a dessert martini that she intended to drink rather than make. The young woman smiled and glided toward him.

“What can I get you?”

He lifted his bottle in response and added, “And a Pinot Noir for . . .” Struggling, he landed on, “. . . the young lady.”

He’d said it on purpose, knowing it bothered Toni that she was approaching thirty. Though the milestone was still a year off, she’d told Alessandra it made her uneasy.

She gave him a look that said, Go to hell, even as she smiled.

A grin twitched on his mouth. He should back off. Stop provoking her. And he definitely should not say what he was thinking at this moment.

But Lawrence Derrickson had never been a cautious man.

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Book 1: THE VAMPIRE’S TEMPTATION
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Author Cecelia Mecca

Author Cecelia Mecca

About the Author
Cecelia Mecca is the author of steamy historical and paranormal romance that transports readers ​to another time and place.

Every heroine, from Lady Sara in the Border Series to Alessandra Fiore in Bloodwite, is your best friend– the one who kicks ass and takes names. When these ladies meet alpha-males who try to take control, sparks fly until the very last page.

Cecelia writes the Amazon bestselling Border Series which takes readers to an admittedly romanticized time of knights and castles in 13th century Northumbria along the Anglo-Scottish border. In 2019 she’s bring a new type of bad boy to readers– sexy, wealthy, swoon-worthy vampires.

​Our Highlander-loving, vampire-writing author can be found in Northeast, Pennsylvania​, ​chai in hand, thinking up new ways to tame both medieval and paranormal playboys. She is firmly House Stark and Gryffindor.

Jump into her worlds with a FREE prequel: http://www.ceceliamecca.com/Insider..

Where to find Cecelia Mecca
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – LOST SOULS (Soul Charmer) by Chelsea Mueller

LOST SOULS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for LOST SOULS, the third book in the adult urban fantasy series, Soul Charmer, by Chelsea Mueller. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

LOST SOULS (Soul Charmer #3) by Chelsea Mueller

LOST SOULS (Soul Charmer #3) by Chelsea Mueller

About the Book
Title:
LOST SOULS
Series: Soul Charmer #3
Author: Chelsea Mueller
Release Date: February 25, 2019
Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy
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Synopsis
Get out of Hell free card? Not for Callie Delgado, Gem City’s newest soul charmer. Sin and salvation collide in this gritty and action-packed urban fantasy. 

Callie’s magic is finally her own. She and Derek dispatched Ford. They should have been able to breathe, but layers of sin run deep beneath Gem City. Another mob boss quickly rises, and his sights are firmly set on Callie—and her family.

Mobile soul rental shops begin to bite at the Soul Charmer’s business. His retribution is wicked, but the blowback threatens to crush Callie. If she can’t maintain the tenuous balance of souls in Gem City, more lives will be lost.

Only the more magic she uses, the more danger finds her. A break-in, pools of blood, and bare shelves at the Soul Charmer’s store force Callie to choose the fates of others. But which can she live with? Losing her city, her love, her family …or her very soul?

 

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“I’ve worked security at four other buildings.” Benton held up as many fingers. His nails were short and black. Whether from blood or dirt, Callie didn’t care to guess.

She stood behind him and leaned forward to speak into his ear. Stale cigar stench clogged her nose. “You’ve worked jobs, but haven’t paid the Soul Charmer.”

Benton surged closer to the bar. His whiskey sloshed over the lip of the glass and onto his fingers. He slammed his shoulder backward and shifted to face Callie. The wide, milky eyes and taut tendons in his neck eased. Idiot. He licked the spilled liquor from his fingers. “I have experience, but they still won’t even let me take their exam.”

She gave two fucks about his ability to get a job. “That must suck. You owe the Charmer.”

“What do you mean?”

That’s not how this worked, and he knew it. “Cash or souls.”

“I ain’t got anything on me.”

“How are you paying for that Wild Turkey?”

Benton shot scattered looks in either direction. “It just you?”

It was, and normally she hated that. Her boyfriend Derek typically made these collection calls. He looked the part. Hulking and covered in leather and scars. She hid her wounds on the inside, and wielded dark eyeliner as war paint. Not exactly scary mofo material. Callie needed more from Benton than a simple rented soul, though, and that information need to be acquired alone.

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Book 1: BORROWED SOULS
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Author Chelsea Mueller

Author Chelsea Mueller

About the Author
Chelsea Mueller writes gritty contemporary fantasy. She founded the speculative fiction website Vampire Book Club, blogs about TV and genre fiction for numerous websites, and is co-chair of SF/F charity Geeky Giving. She loves bad cover songs, dramatic movies, and TV vampires. Chelsea lives in Texas, and has been known to say y’all.

For the latest updates, join her email list at ChelseaMueller.net or follow @ChelseaVBC on Twitter and Instagram.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BOOK OF ENCHANTRESS (Book of Watchers) by Mary Ting

BOOK OF ENCHANTRESS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BOOK OF ENCHANTRESS, the second book in the new adult fantasy romance series, Book of Watchers, by Mary Ting. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BOOK OF ENCHANTRESS (Book of Watchers #2) by Mary Ting

BOOK OF ENCHANTRESS (Book of Watchers #2) by Mary Ting

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
BOOK OF ENCHANTRESS
Series: Book of Watchers #2
Author: Mary Ting
Release Date: February 21, 2019
Genre: New Adult Fantasy Romance
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Synopsis
Keira is convinced her guardian, Ezekiel, knows more than he shared about her biological parents, and she will do everything she can to find out who they were. She secretly meets the powerful witch Awan at a nightclub and is promised the answers she seeks on one condition: she retrieves the legendary Book of Enchantresses.

Keira, along with Uriel, Samyaza, Jonah, and her Nephilim friends, must travel to another realm in Gotjawal Forest on Jeju Island to recover the spell book.

But nothing is free, and actions have consequences. When Keira’s team returns to their world, vampires attack a demon stronghold. No one knows who to blame, but the fragile peace has been rocked. And it’s about to get worse—Lucifer has escaped Hell.

 

 

 

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Uriel
A figure appeared—a long dark shadow. As the silhouette neared me, it shrank to about six feet. He was clad in a black suit, and his blazing fire eyes met mine.

“Hello, Uriel.”

His cooing voice disgusted me. The clang told me weapons were drawn from those standing behind me.

“No greeting for your brother?”

I wanted to tear through his smirk.

“You don’t deserve—”

“What? To be in your holy presence?”

Lucifer paced around us, examining us with those cunning, keen eyes. “Don’t bother with your weapons, friends. They will do no good here. If I wanted you dead, you would already be. You’re in my domain now.”

I felt so helpless as rage gnawed at me. Never had I been at the mercy of this monster. Never had I ever been out of control.

I grabbed Lucifer by the throat and slammed him to the ground. “Give me the book, Lucifer. I’ve had enough of your games.”

“Do it. Kill me. I dare you.” Lucifer struggled to get the words out from under my vise grip.

Power surged and grew inside me. It begged for release, and I gave in.

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Author Mary Ting

Author Mary Ting

About the Author
International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – TRAVEL DIARIES OF THE DEAD AND DELUSIONAL by Lauren Nicolle Taylor

TRAVEL DIARIES OF THE DEAD AND DELUSIONAL Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for TRAVEL DIARIES OF THE DEAD AND DELUSIONAL, a stand-alone young adult/new adult contemporary romance, by Lauren Nicolle Taylor. See below for for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt and details on her giveaway.

TRAVEL DIARIES OF THE DEAD AND DELUSIONAL by Lauren Nicolle Taylor

TRAVEL DIARIES OF THE DEAD AND DELUSIONAL by Lauren Nicolle Taylor

About the Book
Title: TRAVEL DIARIES OF THE DEAD AND DELUSIONAL
Author: Lauren Nicolle Taylor
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Release Date: February 18, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Nineteen-year-old Langley is crazy…like get out the straight jacket and prepare the padded room kind of crazy. She knows it, and the kicker is—she’s choosing to stay that way. She clings to the persistent and intrusive hallucination of her dead sister by choice. Sure, it might be nice to live life in the real world. But not if it means she has to let Sarah go.

Tupper’s life is charmed. He has loving adoptive parents, and several athletic college scholarships on the table. But his passion is for the arts, for the beauty of solid ink lines on paper. His illustrations are eerily similar to a keepsake from his birth mother, Anna: comic-book-style drawings scrawled across an old map…her version of a travel diary. At eighteen, Tupper sidesteps his planned future and starts his journey where Anna’s ended—following her map from Kansas City to Canada. His travels will put him on a collision course with Langley, and their bond is palpable from the start. But secrets will push between them—Sarah and Anna, two ghosts who could sink their icy fingers into the teens and tear them apart.

Perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover’s Hopeless and John Green’s Paper Towns, TRAVEL DIARY OF THE DEAD & DELUSIONAL is a unique and robust novel that explores themes of mental-illness and self-discovery from three distinct perspectives. Lauren Nicolle Taylor is the award-winning and best-selling author of Nora and Kettle and the beloved Woodlands series, among others.

“A story of love and loss, adventure, and coming into one’s own, Travel Diaries of the Dead and Delusional is a thoughtful, poignant road trip adventure that delivers hope through its melancholy.” ~Hannah Williams, Foreword Reviews Magazine

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Excerpt #1 – Tupper
NEAR MOAB, UT, 2015
WEATHER: ELECTRIC 

She reminds me of the roadrunner cartoon. When she speeds up, dust floats around her churning feet, but then she stops dead, turns around, and walks back. She kneels like she’s praying or talking to someone, then she’s up again and sprinting for all she’s worth.  

When she gets to the gate, she pauses and then runs in the opposite direction to where I’m parked. She moves away, getting smaller, her dark hair flapping out to the side like a shredded flag. I pull out my pencil to quickly sketch her figure. She looks like a ghost in my drawing. In thin pajama pants, hair waving wildly around her head. But her feet have these enormous boots on, and she’s stomping away from me in such a determined manner I know she’s real.  

Shes real, and she might be in trouble.  

I start the car just as fat globs of spring rain hit the windshield, making a muddy mess I can’t see through.  

Waiting for more rain to wash the glass, I give up, jumping out and using my sweater to wipe the dirt off. She’s getting away from me, and it seems important that I catch up to her. Especially now since there’s a white van tearing up the driveway to the rusted gate. It really could be the home of a psychopath, and she’s just escaped his clutches. 

Turning the key, I speed up and catch her in no time.  

Keeping the car moving slowly next to her, I roll down the window.  

After I clear my throat, I start to speak. She’s still running, but turns to face me. For a second, I’m taken aback by her face. She’s beautiful. Not like Kris, all big blue eyes and perfectly straightened blonde hair. This girl’s beauty is complicated, the features strange on their own but working in harmony. Her warm ruddy skin is the perfect canvas for a few spare freckles across her nose, and then there are her shockingly big brown eyes. She bats her eyelashes at me once, stops running, and turns around again to walk back a few paces. Kneeling, she whispers something and stands with her hands on her hips in the way my mom used to when she caught me eating the cooking chocolate from the pantry.  

Taking a deep breath, I put the car in reverse, bringing it back to meet her.  

She notices the van approaching the gate, and her demeanor changes. Turning to me, she gives me a wary smile. My heart jumps a little, which confuses me, but I figure it must be adrenaline. 

“Excuse me, Miss,” I say. “Are you in trouble?” I sound so formal, like a cowboy from the fifties, and I’m extremely embarrassed. But she just smiles again and wipes the hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. 

She observes me curiously. “Maybe, but how do I know you’re not a psycho with a knife under your seat and a bag full of ladies’ wigs? You know, the real hair kind,” she asks while flicking her eyes to the white van signaling to turn toward us.  

That last part makes me laugh out loud, the sound breaking open the bubble of silence I’ve surrounded myself and the Chevy with. “Um… You can check if you like,” I say nervously, tapping the steering wheel and jerking my head toward the mostly empty trunk. 

Nodding, she goes to climb in the front seat. Her hand is on the door handle, but she stops, frowns, and gets in the back instead. She bounces around on the backseat as I drive off. When the van passes us, she shrinks down below the window. Then she pops up again and leans delicately over the front seat, her legs dangling in the air as she reaches for the glove box. She fossicks around, sifting through the paper and trash, then pulls out the half-eaten Baby Ruth bar. 

“No knife,” she says casually. Peeling back the wrapper, she takes a bite out of the chocolate bar before I can stop her. 

“That’s, um, really old,” I warn, but she’s already demolished it like it’s the first chocolate bar she’s ever had. 

She shrugs and licks her lips. “Tasted fine.” She slumps into the backseat, breathless. Her face has gone kind of pale since she stopped running, and I realize she might be hurt. Thinking of things to say is hard, so I just hand her the bottle of water over my shoulder. 

She grabs it without a word and takes a big drink, coughing and spluttering when it goes down the wrong hole. I don’t laugh, but she gives me a rueful look like I did. Although it’s almost like she’s glaring out the front window, not at me. Then her face softens and there’s something in her eyes, some emotion I can’t peg.  

Right there with the dark purple clouds smashing against each other and the moon trying to push against the storm as lightning takes over, she might just be the tiredest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.  

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Author Lauren Nicolle Taylor

Author Lauren Nicolle Taylor

About the Author
Lauren is the bestselling author of THE WOODLANDS SERIES and the award-winning YA novel NORA & KETTLE (Gold medal Winner for Multicultural fiction, Independent Publishers Book Awards 2017).

She has a Health Science degree and an honors degree in Obstetrics and Gynecology. A full time writer, hapa and artist, Lauren lives in the tucked away, Adelaide hills with her husband and three children.

 

 

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Where to find Lauren Nicolle Taylor
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – CHILD OF MINE (Masonville) by Jana Richards

CHILD OF MINE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for CHILD OF MINE, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Masonville, by Jana Richards. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CHILD OF MINE (Masonville #1) by Jana Richards

CHILD OF MINE (Masonville #1) by Jana Richards

About the Book
Title: CHILD OF MINE
Series: Masonville #1
Author: Jana Richards
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: February 20, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks

Synopsis
Lauren didn’t intend to sleep with her brother-in-law Cole on the day of her husband’s funeral. But now that she is pregnant, she’s not sorry. Cole’s given her a baby, a long-wished-for miracle. He’s been her friend forever, though she never told him or anyone else how unhappy her marriage to his cheating brother was. And she’s afraid to tell the small town that considered her husband a hero that the baby isn’t his.

Cole’s been in love with Lauren since he was sixteen. It kills him that everyone believes the baby is his dead brother’s. All he wants is to claim the baby, and Lauren, as his own. Though she marries him, will Lauren’s heart ever be his?

Lauren must tell the truth or risk losing Cole. Is her newly-discovered love for him greater than her fear of scandal in her hometown?

 

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Scene
One of my favorite scenes in CHILD OF MINE, my newest release and book 1 in my Masonville Series, is the wedding scene. Lauren and Cole are getting married in a hastily arranged wedding at Cole’s house a few weeks before Christmas. Only a couple of weeks before the wedding, Cole discovered that Lauren was pregnant with his child. He asked her to marry him, and for the sake of the baby, Lauren said yes. She wants her child to know her father.

But things are complicated. Everyone in Masonville, including their families, believes the child Lauren is carrying was fathered by her late husband, Cole’s brother. No one, except for Lauren and Cole, know that the baby was conceived on the day of her husband’s funeral.

Like I said. Complicated.

Lauren and Cole have been friends since they were teenagers, and they care about each other and their child. Because of that, Lauren is optimistic they can make their marriage work. But she can’t help feeling a little apprehensive:

She’d thought the ceremony would be simple and quick, no fuss, no muss. But Isabelle and Greta were obviously planning dinner for far more people than she’d anticipated, and now she and Charlotte had beautiful bouquets. Cole was making this into a real wedding. It was as if he’d guessed her innermost wishes.

For the first time, nervousness made Lauren’s stomach swoop. She desperately wanted to be a good wife to him. More than anything she wanted to make him happy. But they were starting their marriage with a lie that made her wonder if she deserved him.

Her father spoke. “Charlotte honey, you go first. Head toward Cole and Garrett. They’re standing in front of the fireplace. Lauren and I will follow in a minute.”

Charlotte squeezed Lauren’s arm before walking out of the kitchen. Her father grasped her hand. She clung tightly to him.

“Are you ready?”

She focused her concentration on breathing in and out, willing her sudden nerves to relax. There was no need to be nervous, she told herself. The people gathered were her friends and family and they only wanted the best for them. And she was marrying Cole, her best friend. The thought calmed her. She smiled at her father.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

The first thing Lauren saw as she entered the living room on her father’s arm were the flowers. The room was filled with red and white and pink poinsettias. The strains of the wedding march played in the background. The room was filled with people. She saw Audrey and Evelyn, Dr. Waverly and his wife, and Jamie Garven from the clinic. Ella and her sister were there, as were several neighbors, friends, and relatives.

Then she saw Cole standing next to the fireplace, and she didn’t see anyone else. He was her beacon, her lighthouse, and she made her way toward him like a ship to safe harbor.

Starting a marriage with a lie is not the ideal way to begin married life. Lying to their friends and family and their hometown is one thing. But lying to each other about how they feel about each other could mean their marriage is over before it begins.  

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Author Jana Richards

Author Jana Richards

About The Author
When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada with an elderly Pug/Terrier named cross Lou. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com.

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Where to Find Donna Jana Richards
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – LOSING NORMAL by Francis Moss

LOSING NORMAL Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for LOSING NORMAL, a stand-alone young adult dystopian adventure, by Francis Moss. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

LOSING NORMAL by Francis Moss

LOSING NORMAL by Francis Moss

About the Book
Title: LOSING NORMAL
Author: Francis Moss
Publisher: Encelia Press
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian Adventure
Release Date: November 5, 2018
Link: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Everyone we love, everything we know, is going away… and only an autistic boy can stop it.

Alex knows exactly how many steps it takes to get from his home to Mason Middle School. This is normal.

Alex knows the answers in AP math before his teacher does, which is also normal.

Alex knows that something bad is coming out of the big screen in his special needs class. It’s pushing images into his head, hurting him, making him forget. Alex pushes back, the screen explodes, and nothing is normal any more.

Giant screen televisions appear all over the city. The programming is addictive. People have to watch, but Alex cannot.

Sophie, the sentient machine behind all this, sees the millions and millions of eyeballs glued to her and calls it love. To Sophie, kids like Alex are defective. Defectives are to be fixed…or eliminated.

 

 

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Chapter Ten: Alex

Even inside the abandoned old house, we smelled the fires. Sara and I would go out walking, early in the morning, before the Calliope Guardians started patrolling. Yesterday at 7:38 AM, I saw three firemen in the fire station on the boulevard, sitting on a red GMC 3500 EMS truck, watching a Calliope television broadcast on the wall. Sixty-one meters down the street, smoke was coming from the front windows of a little white and blue house. This was normal now.

Later that afternoon, Sara and I walked the four hundred and five steps down to the little convenience store, which was still open. We pulled down our baseball caps when we passed under the big Calliope screen on the roof, which has video surveillance in it. I felt it, probing, looking, but it mostly doesn’t bother me now, unless I get too close. Sara just walks faster. I think she’s dealing with it better than me.

“…incidents of vandalism have decreased markedly, according to reports from across the country. The President, seen here at a Rose Garden press conference, announced today that he intends to lift the state of emergency as soon as next week.”

There was no one in the store, and almost nothing on the shelves. We found two overripe apples and a squished package of bread. I wanted to leave some money, but Sara looked at me with her right eyebrow raised, which I knew meant I’m acting stupid or crazy. We went back to the old house. On the porch of the yellow house at the corner, a woman in a black tee-shirt was sitting on one of the raggedy easy chairs, looking at a picture book, then looking up. She saw us walk by, but didn’t say anything. Like me and like everyone, she was probably trying to remember who she was, who she used to be. This was also normal now.

When it got dark, Sara lit candles and the one lantern we have, because the electricity goes off a lot. We each ate one apple and I had two slices of bread. Then Sara locked the doors and fell asleep on the couch. I laid down on the cot. I dreamt that I was flying, and I heard a woman’s voice that sounded like my mom. “It’s time to come home.”

The next morning, there was an engine noise outside on the street, and I peeled back the newspapers that covered the front window to look. A white van with the Calliope logo moved slowly down the block. I woke Sara and we went out the back door and down the alley.

We walked on the dirt middle section of the boulevard where the trolley tracks used to be. It’s twelve blocks, which is three thousand four hundred sixty-seven steps away from the house. The red brick library, which I had been to a few times, was closed. The broken glass front doors had plywood on them, where someone had spray-painted, “Help Us.” Above the doors was a giant Calliope video screen, ten meters tall, eighteen meters wide. I pulled down my blue baseball cap with the New York Yankees logo and looked down at the cracked sidewalk; Sophie was looking for me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the giant screen.

“The Melonian army is four parsecs away, and traveling at twice light.”

“That doesn’t give us much time, Jim. We’ve got to move the fleet now.”

Fifteen people stared up, gape-jawed, watching. When I looked at it, the images dissolved into colored lines and shapes coming at me, washing over me, trying to make me forget. I looked away.

A gray-haired man, wrapped in a dirty green blanket, walked toward us, playing a sad tune on a soprano saxophone hanging from a colored strap around his neck. A pony-tailed man turned away from the screen and frowned. He put his finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. The old man ignored him, walking closer. Other people turned away from their dreams to look.

“Quiet!” someone said. The old man stopped playing, picked up a piece of asphalt, and hurled it at the screen. The asphalt bounced off, leaving a square of dark black pixels in a bottom corner of the screen. People yelled, dodging the rock as it fell to the ground. The old man stood in front of the screen and began to play his sad tune.

The movie stopped and a card appeared on the screen: ATTENTION. A woman’s voice said: “Attention. Public safety violation. Public safety violation. Under Emergency Order 56, you are required to stay where you are. Remain calm.”

We walked away.

A white van screeched to a stop at the curb. Two men wearing black jump suits got out, grabbed the old man, took the saxophone from him, and threw it in the street. They tossed him in the back. The van drove off. Another white van pulled up and two men stepped out of it, holding shiny black devices with antennas. They were looking for me and Sara.

We ran.

I am trying to remember who I am. I am Alex. I am Alex.

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Author Francis Moss

Author Francis Moss

About the Authors
Francis Moss has written and story-edited hundreds of hours of scripts on many of the top animated shows of the 90s and 00s. Beginning his television work in live-action with Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, he soon starting writing cartoons (“a lot more jobs, and also more fun”), staff writing and freelancing on She-Ra, Princess of Power, Iron Man, Ducktales, and a four-year stint on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, writing and story-editing more episodes than you can swing a nuchaku at.

One of his TMNT scripts, “The Fifth Turtle,” was the top-rated script among all the 193 episodes in a fan poll on IGN.COM. A list of his television credits is at IMDB.COM.

Francis, in partnership with Ted Pedersen, also wrote three middle-grade non-fiction books: Internet For Kids, Make Your Own Web Page, and How To Find (Almost) Anything On The Internet. Internet For Kids was a big success, with three revised editions and twelve foreign language versions. He’s the sole author of The Rosenberg Espionage Case.

After high school where he grew up in Los Angeles, Francis had one dismal semester at a junior college, and then enlisted in the Army. He became a military policeman and served in Poitiers, France, falling in love with the country, taking his discharge there and traveling around Europe (including running with the bulls in Pamplona) until his money ran out.

He attended the University of California, Berkeley and became active in the civil rights and anti-war movements, still managing to earn a BA and an MA in English lit (“the major of choice for wannabe writers”).

Francis is married to Phyllis, a former music teacher and active viola player. They have a son, a daughter and one grandson. They live in Joshua Tree, California.

Where to Find Francis Moss
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Excerpt Reveal + Giveaway – THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High) by Emma Doherty

THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND Excerpt Reveal

Author Emma Doherty is revealing an excerpt from THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND, the first book in her young adult contemporary romance series, Grove Valley High, releasing March 12, 2019. See below for, information on the book, the exclusive excerpt, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High #1) by Emma Doherty

THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High #1) by Emma Doherty

About the Book
Title: THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND
Series: Grove Valley High #1
Author: Emma Doherty
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 12, 2019
Link: Goodreads

Synopsis
Livy Chapman is in love with Jessie Stephenson. It’s that simple. She has been for years but he only see’s her as his best friend. His best friend who copies her homework, relies on her to bail him out of trouble and who he hooks up with other girls in front of.

Enough is enough and when Chase Mitchell, star of the soccer team, and all round Mr. Popular steps in and convinces her that they can do each other a favour by pretending to date, Livy is just crazy enough over Jessie to agree to it.

I mean, Chase is just her stand-in boyfriend. Nothing could go wrong. Right?

 

 

 

 

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“What’s wrong? Everything going okay with you and Jessie?”

“I don’t know where he is.” My eyes flash around the room, but he’s not in here either. Where the hell did he go? He wouldn’t just leave would he?

“I’m sure he’s around. He must have gotten stuck talking to someone.”

I shake my head. For some reason, I have a bad feeling about this, but I don’t know why. I mean, yeah, I was gone for half an hour so of course he’s not just going to stand there on his own and wait for me, but there were a lot of people in the kitchen—he could have just joined them, and he said he’d wait for me. We had a connection, didn’t we? He wouldn’t just walk away. “Have you seen him?”

Sophie shakes her head. Her eyes narrow in concern and she takes a step closer to me. Anyone else would laugh and tell me I’m being stupid, but Sophie knows me too well for that. She knows I’m getting anxious and panicky. “Should I come look for him with you?”

I shake my head, glancing behind her at Mark and Jackson, who have been joined by more of their crowd. “No, no. You’re right, he’s probably back in the kitchen by now and I just missed him.” I force a smile then back out of the room. I turn back in the direction I came from, intent on returning to the kitchen and even trying subtly to do some of those breathing exercises the child psychologist I saw in middle school told me to do when I start to get anxious. I walk past the huge spiral staircase in Aaron’s hall.

I pause, my heartbeat hammering my chest, and I don’t know what makes me do it but I step up onto the first step, and then the next, and the next, until I’m heading upstairs with my eyes locked ahead of me. I know what goes on in the upstairs bedrooms at these parties. Every Monday morning, the Grove Valley High rumor mill is in full swing talking about who hooked up with who. 

But Jessie was waiting for me!

Jessie was looking at me like I was special, like he was finally seeing me differently and something was definitely happening, but that doesn’t stop the sickening feeling in my gut. Despite the fact that my heart is pounding and I can feel my hands shaking, I know I need to rule this out.

I get to the top and look down the hall just as a girl in my trig class emerges from the first bedroom on the right with a boy I don’t recognize. She smiles sheepishly as she passes me, the cocky grin on the guy’s face making it clear what they’ve been up to. I force myself to smile, ignoring the dead weight in my stomach as I take a couple of steps farther along the hallway.

I suddenly feel stupid. What the hell am I going to do now that I’m up here? I’m certainly not going to go knocking on any doors just to check if Jessie is behind one of them. The thought alone makes me blush bright red. He’s probably downstairs in a corner talking about his latest video game obsession and I’m stalking the halls of Aaron’s mansion. I almost laugh out loud at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. I decide to try to find a bathroom now that I’m up here, hoping it’s obvious from the outside that it’s a bathroom and not a bedroom, and continue walking, assuming the bathroom will be at the end of a hallway. I take a right at the end (seriously, that’s how big Aaron’s house is—the hallway leads onto another), and that’s when I stop dead.

That’s when I feel my heart crack in two.

That’s when I find Jessie.

With Courtney. Making out against the wall.

Somehow I manage to not say a word as I watch them kissing…as I watch his hand under her top, groping at her body…as she makes these ridiculous noises like she’s in some sort of adult film, dropping her hands to his belt buckle and starting to undo it.

I feel like I’m going to throw up.

I start to back away, tears already in my eyes, and I swear, I swear Courtney looks my way for a split second and a smirk covers her face when she sees me standing here. Then Jessie reaches for the handle of the door she’s leaning up against and they both tumble into the room, slamming the door behind them.

I am so stupid. I am so, so fucking stupid. My body starts shaking and fresh tears roll down my face. How could I think tonight was going to be it? How could I be dumb enough to think Jessie might actually like me back? I swipe away at the tears, heartbroken that he’s just dismissed me after what felt like a new beginning, but at the same time angry at myself. I should have known. I should have known better than to think I might actually get what I want, and I can’t cover up the sob that escapes from my throat.

“Uh…” I jump out of my skin at the voice behind me. “Are you okay?”

I whirl around to see Chase Mitchell standing there, looking the most awkward I’ve ever seen anyone look. I turn my back to him and swipe at my face, trying to get rid of the tears, which won’t stop falling.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m fine.” It’d be more believable if my voice wasn’t cracking as I speak. I wait to hear his footsteps back away, sure the sight of a crying girl is enough to make him run for the hills, but instead he steps around me while I stare at my feet.

“Livy.” I shake my head frantically. I can’t look up. I can’t face anyone right now, not when it feels like I’ve just had my heart ripped in two. “Livy,” he says again softly, and something about his voice, the way there’s no mocking lilt and the concern in his tone make me look up at him. He’s standing by the door opposite the one Courtney and Jessie are in, and he pushes it open. “Come in here. It’s Aaron’s room—no one will see you in here. It’s been locked so there’s no one inside.”

I nod, because honestly what else can I do at this point? My body won’t stop shaking and I’m having no luck stopping the tears. I just need to sit down for a couple of minutes and pull myself together before I have to face the party again.

Once inside the room, I sink down onto Aaron’s bed and look down at my hands, twisting my fingers together in a desperate attempt to stop them from shaking. I can’t believe how stupid I am. I can’t believe I let Sophie convince me this time might actually be different. I’m in here feeling like my world has ended while Jessie is across the hall having sex with his ex.

“Are you okay?” Chase asks again.

I startle slightly at his voice. I wasn’t expecting him to stick around. I wish he’d disappear; I don’t want anyone seeing me like this.

I force a smile and look up, but it wobbles as fresh tears tumble down my cheeks at the memory of Courtney looking at me. She must have been at the party all along and seen me with Jessie in the kitchen. She clearly took my absence as her opportunity, and Jessie certainly didn’t look like he had any objections.

“Honestly, I’m fine. Something happened earlier at home and I was just thinking about it,” I lie.

Chase doesn’t look away from me. “I saw Stephenson go into that bedroom with Courtney,” he tells me.

And there it is. My humiliation is complete. Chase Mitchell is witnessing my meltdown after watching my best friend hook up with his ex.

I look away, swiping my hand across my face. God knows what I look like right now. My makeup is probably running everywhere. I let out a sigh and feel my shoulders sag even farther.

“He doesn’t see you, Livy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whisper. “I told you, I was just thinking about something that happened earlier.”

“Liv—”

“Chase, please,” I plead, another errant tear streaking down my face. “Just leave me alone, okay? I can’t deal with anyone seeing me like this.”

He doesn’t reply as I squeeze my hands and try to focus on pulling myself together, but after what feels like an eternity, I hear the door open then click shut behind him. I burst into tears all over again because not only is Jessie back with Courtney, now everyone in school will know what a pathetic loser I am.

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Author Emma Doherty

Author Emma Doherty

About the Author

Emma Doherty was born in Yorkshire, England. She attended university in Newcastle before moving to London. She loves to travel, write, spend time with friends and family and hear from her readers.

 

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Emma Doherty
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – STILL NOT LOVE (Enemies to Lovers) by Nicole Snow

STILL NOT LOVE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for STILL NOT LOVE, an enemies to lovers adult contemporary military romance, by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

STILL NOT LOVE (Enemies to Lovers) by Nicole Snow

STILL NOT LOVE (Enemies to Lovers) by Nicole Snow

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: STILL NOT LOVE
Author: Nicole Snow
Release Date: February 12, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Military Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Not the heck again. I’ve had my alpha-jerkface fix.
Now he’s my sworn protector…

I’m about to go nuclear.
Yet I have to smile and pretend I won’t slap him into the next century.
James Nobel and I have history.
Raging hearts. Dueling kisses. Firestorm nights.
A man like him breaks laws with that suit and that smirk.

How could I ever forget my first?
Or pelting an Adonis with balled up love notes in class?
We were young and dumb and lied about forever.
Spoiler alert: he did the lying. Then he disappeared.

Maybe I always wanted to know why, but not like this.
James, my personal bodyguard.
James, my flipping bunkmate in a luxury cabin for newlyweds.
James, who still makes me crave one more night of bad decisions.

Even worse, we’re snowed in with my VIP father and his scary friends.
It’s a date with chaos. And Mr. Hell No Hero-Man makes me do the asking.
What if there’s more to us than scalding banter and I-hate-you glares?
What if there’s still – do I have to say it – love?

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – a category five enemies-to-lovers swoon-storm. Watch what happens when irresistible alpha charmer has to fight to win back the woman who got away. Full length romance novel with a Happily Ever After squeal or ten.

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Excerpt
I’m still mulling my career prospects when a new shape catches my eye. I suck in a deep, trembling breath.

There. It’s him.

The driver’s side door of the lead SUV opens, and even the way the door opens reminds me of those meticulous, careful movements, like he’s aware constantly that his own body is a blade and with the slightest wrong movement, he could destroy an innocent bystander.

It’s an instant slug to my gut. Something between hate and sad and longing.

Even dressed for the weather in black gloves and a thick jacket over his suit, he’s neat and crisp and so perfectly put together. That subtle air of menace around him always reminds me exactly why girls always love those sinister, elegant, wickedly sadistic movie villains.

It’s not just that he looks like he could kill a man with his pinky finger.

It’s that he looks like he could twist your body up into a million knots without even trying, and then smile in that slow, serpentine way he has as you explode into stars everywhere and completely fall apart. He could be Lucifer himself, fallen angel and master of hell. Or maybe just the quintessential bad boy.

Unfortunately for me, the way my lungs pull tight and the heat in the pit of my belly, tells me far too well how true that is.

James Nobel is dangerous in more ways than one.

He’s a complete and utter demon in bed, and he’ll make you develop kinks you didn’t realize were possible. My toes scrunch and I’m instinctively biting my lip.

I had no idea, until one fateful night on a training mission, that I apparently have a thing for lying naked and vulnerable under a fully-dressed man in a three-piece suit, while he strokes every inch of my body, slips his fingers inside me, works me into a fever, and then leaves me breathless and hovering on the edge.

Refusing to bring me over the edge until I admit in broken, gasping whispers that I need him, crave him, can’t live another second without his fire.

He’s got such sensitive hands, too. Hands that can play a woman’s body the same way he plays piano keys…and he used them ruthlessly.

Until I came completely undone. Always after I thought I’d gotten under his skin and broken his control.

Instead, I’d only learned he was just as good at controlling my body as he is at controlling his own.

Oh God, I can’t be thinking about this right now.

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Author Nicole Snow

Author Nicole Snow

About The Author
Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.

Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty.

 

 

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Where to Find Donna Nicole Snow
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – SOLITUDE (Cunningham Security) by A.K. Evans

SOLITUDE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for SOLITUDE, the fourth book in the adult romantic suspense series, Cunningham Security, by A.K. Evans. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SOLITUDE (Cunningham Security #4) by A.K. Evans

SOLITUDE (Cunningham Security #4) by A.K. Evans

About the Book
Title: SOLITUDE
Series: Cunningham Security #4
Author: A.K. Evans
Release Date: February 12, 2019
Genre:
Adult Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Lorenzo De Luca’s troubled past has left him a shell of a man. The blood that runs through his veins feels toxic. Determined to not let history repeat itself, Lorenzo vows to protect others from the violence that lives inside him.

But when Jolie Moore literally stumbles into his arms and his life, Lorenzo finds himself captivated by her larger-than-life personality. Jolie’s pull is strong, making it difficult for him to keep his promise. It’s hard to resist the urge to connect with the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, but Lorenzo knows he needs to lock his heart away to keep her safe.

Because his legacy has the power to destroy.

Jolie’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and her resolve to help him heal is strong. Lorenzo is wary, already content having found peace in solitude. But it isn’t long before Jolie shows him that he’s shielded others from a man who only has the capacity to love.

 

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“This is my first live game,” I shared. “I’m so excited. Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and curled me into his body before he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I wanted to bring you to the game because I knew you’d have a good time, but I had another motive,” he admitted.

I looked up at him, waiting for another explanation.

“Rocco’s looking forward to meeting you.”

My jaw dropped. “He knows about me?”

Lorenzo nodded.

I didn’t say anything for a long time as I processed the information that he’d spoken to his brother about me already. It wasn’t long before I noticed Lorenzo started to worry, so I quickly set his mind at ease.

“Do you think he’ll sign my jersey?” I wondered.

At that, my big guy burst out laughing. A couple hours later, we’d watched warm-ups, celebrated two goals, and were nearing the end of the second period.

But we were down by two.

I was pacing.

I was angry.

I was going to be absolutely devastated if my first experience at a live game ended in a loss.

Just then, I watched as Rocco got slashed on a breakaway toward the net. The ref missed it and I couldn’t control what came over me.

“Get off your knees ref, you’re blowing the game!!” I shouted.

I looked to Lorenzo and found him laughing. “Relax, baby. It’s okay.”

“What?” I shrieked in horror and disbelief. “Are you kidding me?  These guys have missed half a dozen calls.”

“I know, but you’re so worked up. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to wait until we get back to your place to do something about it.”

Thankfully, five minutes later, I’d mellowed out a touch because we scored. There was nothing like a Summits’ goal celebration. By the beginning of the third period, though, I was right back to feeling frustrated. Lorenzo knew it and came up behind me. His hands squeezed my shoulders, trying to relieve some of my tension. It helped a little having him close, but then the ref made another bad call, put the opposing team on the power play, and I lost it.

With each word I yelled, my voice got louder and louder. “I wonder if this ref’s wife knows he’s fucking us!” I shouted.

Lorenzo’s body shook with laughter behind me. He squeezed my shoulders in response and his mouth came to my ear. “Jolie, you’ve got a filthy mouth when you’re pissed.”

A whistle blew and I was shocked to find that a penalty was called on the opposing team. It was about time. We were going to be on our first power play of the game, which was great for us. The Summits were second in the league on the power play, largely due to Rocco’s slapshot. He didn’t have the fastest one in the league, but he was precise. His accuracy was off the charts.

I couldn’t sit, but I couldn’t stand still either.

During the last ten seconds of the power play, Rocco got a killer pass from his defenseman and rocketed a shot to the back of the net. I jumped up in celebration and turned toward Lorenzo. Throwing my arms around his neck, we celebrated the goal along with the rest of the fans in the arena.

“He’s so good,” I gushed. “You’ve got to be so proud of him, boss.”

Grinning huge, Lorenzo replied, “I am.”

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Author A.K. Evans

Author A.K. Evans

About the Author
A.K. Evans is a married mother of two boys residing in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania. After graduating from Lafayette College in 2004 with two degrees (one in English and one in Economics & Business), she pursued a career in the insurance and financial services industry. Not long after, Evans realized the career was not for her. She went on to manage her husband’s performance automotive business and drive the shop race cars for the next thirteen years. While the business afforded her freedoms she wouldn’t necessarily have had in a typical 9-5 job, after eleven years she was no longer receiving personal fulfillment from her chosen career path. Following many discussions, lots of thought, and tons of encouragement, Andrea decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

Between her day job, writing, and homeschooling her two boys, Evans is left with very little free time. When she finds scraps of spare time, she enjoys reading, doing yoga, watching NY Rangers hockey, dancing, and vacationing with her family. Andrea, her husband, and her children are currently working on taking road trips to visit all 50 states (though, Alaska and Hawaii might require flights).

Where to Find A.K. Evans
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BIRTH (Once Upon a New Time) by Donna Russo Morin

BIRTH Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BIRTH, the first book in the adult fantasy romance series, Once, Upon a New Time, by Donna Russo Morin. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BIRTH (Once Upon a New Time) by Donna Russo Morin

BIRTH (Once Upon a New Time) by Donna Russo Morin

About the Book
Title: BIRTH
Series: Once, Upon a New Time #1
Author: Donna Russo Morin
Release Date: February 15, 2019
Genre: Adult Fantasy Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Six months have passed since the Council of Nereth was formed. The land is at peace. The people are thriving, secure in the knowledge that Raelin, the evil sorceress who once ruled over them, is no more.Like the other members of the Council of Nereth, Edlyn has returned home to live and work, waiting for the time when the council will meet again. Busy serving the people and restoring the manor of her childhood, Edlyn keeps her deepest wishes hidden away in her heart.On Edlyn’s eighteenth birthday, a messenger from the capitol arrives to her home and delivers devastating news: Maddock has gone missing, and the worst is feared. Edlyn rushes back to the capitol to join the other council members in a desperate search for Maddock. Soon, a ghostly attack confirms the terrifying truth that evil forces are upon Nereth once again. With time running short, Edlyn and her companions must find Maddock and save Nereth before it is too late.

 

 

 

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THE FIRST STEP OF MANY

The screech-like cry of the seagulls rent the air.

“They laugh at me,” Witon remarked acerbically, shading his eyes with his hand as he followed the flight of the ocean fowl above the glittering sea.

“No, My Lord, they send ye a bon voyage,” said Persky, looking up at Witon, the adoration blatant in his slanted eyes.

The sun sparked off the ocean, the wind playfully nipping at it, making small, lively waves upon its surface. The pungent, briny scent of it invaded Witon’s nostrils and his adrenaline soared with the promise of the quest.

He stood at the very edge of the long dock, unable to move his gaze from the beautiful vessel bobbing gently upon low waves.

“She’s not big, sir, but she’s quite beautiful,” Persky said as if reading Witon’s mind.

Witon turned his dazzling smile to the small creature. Choosing Persky as his first mate was one of the easiest decisions Witon had ever made.

They made an interesting sight standing together; one fairly small, the other slightly more than six and three, but in each burned the same loyalty… to each other and the beliefs and dreams that bound them.

Witon turned his smile back to the ship his father’s legacy had helped to build. The sailing craft, a three-masted schooner about one hundred and twenty-five feet long, was constructed of mostly square timbers. The ship’s design served multiple purposes; to bring them to their destination, to return and guide the second ship onward, and, once there, to be dismantled and the wood used to erect temporary housing in their new world.

“A new world,” Witon intoned, as if he prayed.

“You have never looked at me so longingly.” The soft, seductive feminine voice broke Witon’s contemplation. With a hearty chuckle and a hitch in his breath at the recollection of last night’s perusal of her, he turned to see his Belamay approaching, resplendent in her form-fitting purple bliaut, the gold chain resting on her hips marking their sensual sway.

“My longing for you is always here.” He placed a hand upon his heart. Leaning down, he brushed his lips upon hers, his eyes never leaving her bright face, one he swore looked more beautiful than the day he had first seen it.

Where would I be without her?

Belamay reached up and pushed a stray strand of white hair from Witon’s face. He felt her gaze warm upon his cheeks. Pulling back, but only a smidge, she laughed with almost comic delight.

“Do I amuse you so?” Witon did his best to look brutish; smoothing any smile from his sun-drenched skin, forming a straight line with his full lips. A futile attempt.

“Your eyes are aglow like a boy’s, one ready to grab a sword for the first time,” Belamay chortled.

Her laughter died away and in her pitch-dark eyes, Witon saw what he felt, the heartbreak of leave-taking.

“It will not be long, I swear it to you,” Witon said as if reading her mind. “If the maps are correct, we shall reach land in just four days. As soon as we do, I shall send the ship back to lead yours.”

“If the maps are correct… if you don’t encounter a storm… if…”

“If you worry so much, you cannot see to our work.” Witon entwined her arm in his and led her to the edge of the dock. “I need you to reassure the others, keep them from changing their minds. They will feel the same fear as you. You must keep them strong.”

Belamay commanded what they called the ship of love, for when the first vessel made land, they would follow, the families of those who charted the course, who dared go before all others, into the unknown. She would bring their loved ones and, with them, the new land would be full of the love required for a world to be born.

She shook her head with a smile and Witon knew she shook off her fears. She became, once more, that fiery, ferocious warrior he had met on the battlefield.

“I will keep myself, and them all, strong.” Belamay squeezed his arm.

In tune as always, their twin gazes danced out upon the sea, pulled out to the ocean’s horizon.

“Look, Bel, do ye see it?” His voice came as naught more than a whisper, a faint breeze.

Belamay strained her eyes to search the gently undulating water.

“See what, Witon?”

“Our future,” he said, gifting her with his dazzling smile. “I see our future free of hatred and bigotry, a peaceful and serene life, where we can raise dozens of children without constant worry, without losing them to endless battles and war.”

Belamay’s jaw dropped, unhinged, her eyes popped, bulging.

“D… dozens?” she croaked, shooting a sly look from the corner of her eyes.

Witon gave her hip a slight nudge with his.

“Tease,” he chirped, delighted.

Witon turned and raised the hand he held in his. With his gaze locked upon hers, he lifted the cuff of her glove, and, with the softness of a feather’s caress, brushed his lips on the underside of her wrist where the skin was thin and the blood rushed so close to the surface. “We will have as many children as you wish, my dear.”

He smiled as he watched her skin ripple with pleasure.

“Now who is the tease?” she said, her voice low and husky.

“We will have to…”

“My Lord, My Lord!” Persky ran toward them, calling loudly, waving his arms. “They’re coming!”

Witon’s eyes popped; he clutched the hands in his.

“They’re coming!” Witon whispered, his voice prayer-like once more. With a parting squeeze of his lover’s hands, he spun round to follow Persky.

Belamay smiled as she watched him hurry away. No longer the seductive rogue, but a boy again, Witon shimmered, brilliantly alive with the promise of what lay ahead. She quickened her own step. This historic moment would not happen without her.

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Author Donna Russo Morin

Author Donna Russo Morin

About The Author
Donna Russo Morin is an award-winning historical fiction author. Donna has dabbled as a model and actor, working on Showtime’s Brotherhood and Martin Scorsese’s The Departed. Branching out with her storytelling skills, Donna is now a screenwriter. A graduate of the University of Rhode Island, Donna lives on the south shore of Rhode Island close to the ocean she loves so very much. She is the proud mother of two sons, Devon and Dylan, her greatest works in progress.

 

 

 

 

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Where to Find Donna Russo Morin
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – PIECE BY PIECE (Rumor Has It) by R.H. Tucker

PIECE BY PIECE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for PIECE BY PIECE, the fifth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Rumor Has It, by R.H. Tucker. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

PIECE BY PIECE (Rumor Has It #5) by R.H. Tucker

PIECE BY PIECE (Rumor Has It #5) by R.H. Tucker

About the Book – Read for Free by Kindle Unlimited
Title: PIECE BY PIECE
Series: Rumor Has It #5
Author: R.H. Tucker
Release Date: February 7, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Everything can change in an instant.

They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, but the truth is, sometimes you know exactly what you have. And when it’s gone, you start to fade away, too.

Taylor Hopkins knows this firsthand. For the past couple of years, he’s focused on only three things: college, working out, and girls. School to focus on the future and forget the past. Exercising to zone out and clear his mind. And girls for all of the above. Then Sasha falls into his life …

Sasha Williams loves to cook. Skipping her second year of college to work under a head chef and owner of a restaurant was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. After yet another breakup with a guy still hung up on his ex, she decides a night out is the perfect thing to wash away recent memories, and make sure her focus is on cooking. Of course, it doesn’t help that meeting Taylor, and a subsequent deal between them, turns into something she never thought she’d face.

While trying to break down walls, Taylor and Sasha work to come to terms with a future between them. But can you build a future on a foundation that continues to crumble away?

Piece by Piece is the fifth book in the Rumor Has It series and can be read as a stand-alone.

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Excerpt
… It’s what I’ve been working for. Even though I still want to finish school and get my associates degree, I know I want to get my foot in the door with personal training.

Thankfully, Becky walks through the door, nothing but skintight yoga pants, a white sports bra, and grinning widely at me. I don’t date, but if there’s a girl that I’d call a constant in my world, it’s Becky. No fuss, no muss. We keep it clean, with no strings attached.

“Hey, Taylor,” she says with a smile.

“What’s up, Becks?”

Leaning against the counter, her breasts are on full display; she doesn’t have to try very hard to flaunt them. They’re fake, but hell if I care. “How about that raincheck tonight?”

I groan. “Can’t do it tonight, heading out of town.”

Her exaggerated pout makes my eyes find her lips. “You’re no fun.”

“How about tomorrow night? Cal and Ethan are celebrating.”

“Oh.” She perks up with excitement. “Celebrating what?”

“They’re branching out. Cal’s finally opening up his own place.”

Eyeing me carefully, she looks around, dropping her voice. “Oh, are you gonna be joining them?”

“Not sure yet. Cal says it’s an open invitation, so we’ll see I guess.”

Leaning closer, she licks her lips. “You should. I’d love some more one-on-one time with you.”

“Oh, I don’t see that being a problem, no matter where I’m at,” I answer, lifting a brow. “You still have my number?”

“Of course.”

“Hit me up tomorrow, and I’ll tell you where we’ll be at tomorrow night.”

Her eyes linger on me as she walks into the gym, behind frosted glass doors. Micah chuckles behind me.

“Seriously, if there is anyone that you might as well just date, it should be Becky. I actually think she’s starting to like you.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Seriously.”

“Come on, Micah. She knows the score.”

He shakes his head, shrugging. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Would you ever think about trying something with her?”

I quirk an eyebrow at him. I know exactly what he’s talking about, but I don’t feel like having an honest conversation right now. “As a matter of fact, Micah,” I pause, making him give me a suspicious look, “there’s a whole lot of things I’d still like to try with her.”

He starts laughing. “And on that note, I’m gonna clean the locker rooms. Freak.”

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Author R.H. Tucker

Author R.H. Tucker

About The Author
RH Tucker lives in Southern California and writes character-driven stories with people who have real heart. At least, he tries to. He also consumes too much caffeine, eats too much pizza, and firmly believes Rocky Road is the best flavor of ice cream.

 

 

 

 

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Where to Find R.H. Tucker
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – SONG OF SACRIFICE Blog Tour (The Homeric Chronicles) by Janell Rhiannon

SONG OF SACRIFICE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for SONG OF SACRIFICE Blog Tour, the first book in the adult historical/fantasy romance series, The Homeric Chronicles, by Janell Rhiannon. See below for information the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SONG OF SACRIFICE Blog Tour (The Homeric Chronicles #1) by Janell Rhiannon

SONG OF SACRIFICE Blog Tour (The Homeric Chronicles #1) by Janell Rhiannon

About the Book
Title: SONG OF SACRIFICE
Series: The Homeric Chronicles #1
Author: Janell Rhiannon
Release Date: December 16, 2018
Genre: Adult Historical/Fantasy Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
The heart of the Trojan War belongs to the women.

Mothers and daughters; wives and war prizes, whisper to us across time…

…remember our songs alongside the mighty men of myth.

As the Age of Heroes wanes, the gods gamble more fiercely with mortals’ lives than they ever have before. Women must rely on their inner strength and cunning to survive the wars men wage for gold and glory.

Clytemnestra of Mycenae struggles for control of her life after Agamemnon ruthlessly rips it apart. Leda of Sparta survives a brutal assault by Zeus, shouldering a terrible secret in silence. Penelope raises Ithaka’s sole heir alone, praying for Odysseus’ swift return. Thetis, the sea nymph, despairs of her son’s destiny and resorts to forbidden magic to save him. Hecuba of Troy mourns the loss of her second son to a dark prophesy. And Shavash of Pedasus prepares her daughter to marry the greatest warrior who ever lived.

In a world where love leads to war and duty leads to destruction, the iron hearts of heroines will conquer all.

Sing, Muse, sing their song of sacrifice…

Replaces Song of Princes as the first book in the Homeric Chronicles.

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From Chapter 22
Queen Shavash and Princess Briseis

BRISEIS FUSSED WITH her gown. “I don’t like the color, Mother.” She scratched at the golden belt.

“It brings out the pale of your eyes. It’s a fine blue dye. Very costly. Your father searched high and low for such a treasure.” Shavash cupped her daughter’s cheek. ”I’ve dreamt of this day since I carried you beneath my heart.”

“I don’t care about Chryseis’ prophecy. I don’t want to marry a warrior.”

“A prince, Briseis. Hektor is the Prince of Troy. There is no more worthy man than he.”

“He’s old.”

“Wise.”

Briseis wrinkled her nose. “Old. Wise. What if he’s hairy? Stinks of horse?”

Shavash laughed. “Daughter, you needn’t worry about such matters. He’s said to be most handsome. He was a lovely boy, as I recall.”

“If you say so.” Briseis gave a final tug at her gown. “Can we get this over with?”

“Smile.”

“I don’t want to smile.”

Shavash sighed heavily. Moving to her daughter’s side, she grabbed Briseis firmly by the chin. “Marriage isn’t about what we want as women. It’s about what we provide to our husbands and our cities. The men plant their seeds in our bodies and we bear the fruit of their legacy.” She squeezed tighter. “It’s the way of our world. If you’re blessed with a kind and handsome husband, bear him many children, consider yourself blessed by the gods. Fight this, and you will surely be cursed and not just by the gods, but by your father … and your mother.”

The young Princess of Pedasus stared into her mother’s hard eyes. Her chin quivered in her mother’s tight grasp. Her lips moved awkwardly as she said, “I obey.”

Shavash released her grip, returning once again to the doting mother. “Good. See, you’re more ready to be a wife than you realized.”

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TENDER OLIVE BRANCHES and flowers decorated the courtyard, filling the air with the pungent aromas of a fresh spring. Colorful ribbons and banners fluttered gently in the warm breeze. Musicians plucked a melodic tune with lyres and flutes. All eyes turned toward Briseis clinging to her mother’s hand, as she followed behind her father, King Briseus, into the midst of the joyful gathering anticipating a betrothal of the Prince of Troy to the Princess of Pedasus. They stopped before the king and queen seated across the way.

King Briseus bowed his head, Queen Shavash elbowed Briseis to follow suit. The princess kept her eyes downcast, afraid to look up and find the man her parents intended her to marry staring at her.

Queen Hecuba spoke with a soft command. “Raise your face to me, child. Let me see for myself this great beauty, not yet in full bloom.”

Briseis lifted her head, leveling her eyes to the queen’s. She squirmed under Hecuba’s intense scrutiny.

“It’s true, you do have an enchanting face.” Signaling across the courtyard, Hecuba caught Hektor’s attention. “You should meet my son, Prince Hektor.”

As the queen finished speaking, a tall, dark-skinned man came to stand beside her. His shoulders were so wide that he blocked the afternoon light. Briseis blinked and her heart pounded.

Shavash smiled widely at the man. “Hektor? You’ve grown so much I can scarce see the boy you used to be.”

“Queen Shavash, I am honored you remember me at all.”

“How could I forget the boy who could think of nothing else but his warhorse? Do you still have him?”

Hektor smiled, showing all of his teeth. “He’s a fine animal. The prize of the royal stables.”

“As it should be,” Shavash replied.

Briseis picked at her palm with a fingernail. He’s so old and hairy. Sweat trickled down the center of her back. I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want to marry anybody.

Queen Shavash put her hand gently behind her daughter’s back, pushing her slightly forward. “Prince Hektor, this is my daughter, the Princess Briseis.”

Briseis glanced up to see Hektor’s expectant face. In the corner of her eye, she could see her father standing there beaming with pride and hope, and a young woman staring at her with eyes of ice. She bowed her head. “I-I am …”

Hektor laughed. “Am I so ugly, then?”

Giggling nervously, Briseis squeaked, “No.” Just hairy. Crimson heat crept to her cheeks.

“That’s good to hear. It would be awkward if my future wife found me undesirable.”

A voice said, “She will never marry you, brother.”

All heads turned toward the woman with the icy glare. Briseis shivered.

King Priam’s face flattened with impatience, as he snapped, “Keep your ill words to yourself, Cassandra. It’s her destiny to marry the greatest warrior. She will marry Hektor, if he will have her.”

The Trojan princess’ face turned as white as ash from a dead fire. “There will be smoke and fire when he arrives. And he will take her as his prize.”

Horrified faces turned toward Briseis. Tears spilled over her bottom lashes. What does she mean? What smoke and fire?

Prince Hektor ignored his sister’s words. “Would you care to see the stables, Princess Briseis?”

Still shaken, Briseis whispered, “Yes, if my mother will allow it.”

Queen Hecuba waved a hand and a royal guard gently escorted the strange woman away. “Of course, she will. She’ll recall the way to the Hektor’s heart is through the stable.”

As Hektor extended a warm hand, Briseis smiled for the first time in days. Maybe he isn’t too hairy after all.

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Author Janell Rhiannon

Author Janell Rhiannon

About the Author
In graduate school, Janell focused on the ancient history of Greece and Rome. Hooked by the “sword and sandal” world, she studied everything she could about mythology and Alexander the Great.

The Homeric Chronicles series is dedicated to merging dozens of Greek myths, including Homer’s epics, with plays, history, and archaeology. Her intent is to raise the heroines’ voices equally alongside the heroes, opening up a traditionally male focused genre to a female audience.

She lives in CA and enjoys spending time with her children and grandchildren. She has a pack of two big dogs and two cats..

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Where to Find Janell Rhiannon
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – BROKEN DRIFT (Drift) by Adrian R. Hale

BROKEN DRIFT Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for BROKEN DRIFT, the second book in the adult contemporary sports romance seres, Drift, by Adrian R. Hale. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

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About the Book
Title: BROKEN DRIFT
Series: Drift #2
Author: Adrian R. Hale
Release Date: February 10, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Wyatt
Holding on to regret is poison and I take mine straight up. Fast cars and even faster women—they’re my drug of choice. Until I barely survive a crash that destroys my career. Now I’m staring my past in the face and she’s even more beautiful than when I walked away.

Isla
I’m wildly clutching at what’s left of my shattered life after a failed marriage when he shows up at my rehab facility. I didn’t think my life could get any worse. Now the one man who has the power to destroy me completely is asking me to heal his broken body.

Some things need to stay broken.

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt #1
Everything comes to a crashing halt as I smash into the concrete barriers edging the track.

Ringing in my ears.

Shuddering and grinding of metal.

Stars pop and explode in my eyes.

Shock of the abrupt stop.

Blackness.

As my senses slowly return, the first thing I hear is my ragged breathing and the whoosh of blood in my ears made louder by my helmet. I’m alive. The windshield is cracked and the roof has split away from the body on the passenger side. The pinging and hiss of coolant and liquids escaping their reservoirs to flow over the hot engine comes next. Shit. My engine is off. Without thinking, I reach forward to get the ignition to fire, but my arm won’t respond to my brain’s signal. I try again, stopping instantly when pain explodes into my awareness.

Well, fuck, that’s an injury. Okay, mental body check. I wiggle my toes, and manage to move my feet. I pick up my knees a little. I rotate my head and find I’m already fucking sore, but I can move my neck just fine. It’s only my right arm that’s fucked, I think.

Lights flash past my window and stop. Motherfucker. I’m gonna get carted off the track in an ambulance unless I pull myself out of this. I unstrap and do my best to get out of the constricting harness. I push open the door and slowly climb out of the car one-handed. A roar erupts from the crowd as I look up. Everyone in the stands is cheering and pushing toward the railing nearest where I hit. I tuck my right arm into my side and wave with my left.

Yeah, I’m fucking alive.

I use my good hand to pull my helmet off and take a deep breath that drags through my lungs and stirs the anxiety pooling in my belly. This is fucking bad.

“Sir, can you hear me? We need you to come with us.” I look toward the voice and find a uniformed paramedic holding out his blue-gloved hands to guide me to the back of the waiting ambulance.

“Gimme a minute.” The ringing in my ears makes it hard to tell just how loud I’m speaking. I walk past the EMS guy toward the back of the 350Z, taking in another deep breath.

The Beast is trashed. The entire right side is smashed in from colliding with the wall and the back end of the car is literally gone. It’s in pieces strewn for ten feet along the wall behind where I came to a stop. I must have hit back-end first and then rotated to the side and skid along the wall. The roof is lifted off the body over the passenger door, and as I come closer around the back, I see the right back quarter panel is torn and the back wheel bent and falling off.

Jesus Christ. The damage is unreal. How am I walking away from this? Thank fuck for proper safety equipment that does its job.

My eyes are drawn back to the wreckage. Near the front of the car a single black feather floats to rest on a torn off chunk of bumper. I was just thinking about her and now this? Mother fucker. Dawning awareness of my injuries and pain that is unreal makes me nearly crumple.

“Sir, we need to check you out now.” Paramedic dude is back, this time placing a hand firmly on my back, leading me away from my broken car.

Leading me away from the future I just pissed away. Again.

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Author Adrian R. Hale

Author Adrian R. Hale

About Adrian R. Hale
Adrian R. Hale is an enthusiastic lover of life who embraces big dreams. She’s a natural optimist and loves a good romance in any form—as long as there is a happy ending! Adrian is a freelance hair and makeup artist by day and a self-published author by night. Her novels explore themes of finding passionate love while following your dreams. She loves fast cars, strong muscles, baking sweet treats, and is happiest being in motion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Adrian R. Hale
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Cover Reveal – MS BAKER (Eastern Shore) by Lea Coll

MS BAKER Cover Reveal

Author Lea Coll is revealing the cover for MS BAKER, the second book in her adult contemporary romance series, Eastern Shore, releasing March 26, 2019.  See below for information on the book and series, pre-order links, and an exclusive excerpt.

MS BAKER (Eastern Shore #2) by Lea Coll

MS BAKER (Eastern Shore #2) by Lea Coll

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: MS BAKER
Series: Easter Shore #2
Author: Lea Coll
Release Date: March 26, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Link: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Ever since Jack protected Samantha from a high school bully, the two have been friends. But she wants more from the sexy firefighter. Too bad Jack has always seen her as the shy sweet girl, who can’t stand up for herself.

She can’t resist his boyish smile when he stops by the bakery for coffee. Or stop herself from bringing baked goods to the fire station.

It’s time to prove she’s all grown up and can take care of herself.

And show him, she’s done being friends.

 

 

 

 

 

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My eyes traveled around the room until I saw Jack leaning against the counter by the coffee machine in his department-issued navy blue shirt, blue cargo pants, and boots. I flushed to find his eyes on mine. I couldn’t get the feel of his hands or lips out of my head. He made no move to grab a donut, so I walked over to him. “Not hungry this morning?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m always hungry,” he said, his eyes steady on mine as he took a sip of his coffee.

After the dream I had, I couldn’t help but take that comment literally. “You should eat an apple cider donut before they’re gone,” I said, my heart pounding, I turned to grab a plate to hide my face, but Jack grabbed my hand pulling me back. “Don’t worry about it, I can get it myself,” he said.

The movement knocked me off balance and I fell back onto his hard chest. His arm came around my middle to steady me. “Whoa there,” he whispered into my ear, as his body curled around mine. “I said I can get it myself. You’ve been on your feet all morning. Why don’t you sit down and rest?”

I heard the guys joking around me, but couldn’t follow their conversation.

“Samantha?” Jack’s voice caressed my ear again.

“Yeah?” I asked, breathing in the smell of coffee, and leaning my head back a little to look up at him. His eyes crinkled in amusement and his lips tilted up into a smile.

“Are you going to sit down?”

His chest was warm on my back, and my hands instinctively gripped his bare forearms, which were wrapped around my waist. I wanted to sink back into him even more, but I reluctantly moved out of his hold, feeling the loss of warmth immediately. I shook my head to clear it and pulled a stool from the island to sit down. The guys were still standing around the counter, but the box of donuts was almost empty.

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Author Lea Coll

Author Lea Coll

About the Author
Lea Coll worked for over ten years as a trial attorney in both civil and criminal law. She earned a J.D. from University of Baltimore School of Law where she was production editor on Law Review. Throughout the course of her legal career she wrote opinions for judges and various legal memoranda, briefs, and motions for a Fortune 500 Company. After years of legal writing, she enjoys the freedom that comes with writing fiction. Now that she stays home with her children she survives by plotting stories while fetching snacks and running back and forth to their activities.

Her experience in court influenced the legal drama in her book. She has an interest in the history and charm of small towns which is why she chose Chestertown on Maryland’s Eastern Shore for the setting of her first series.

Lea grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania and currently resides in Maryland with her husband and three children.

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Where to Find Lea Coll
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Cover Reveal + Giveaway – KAPS (Angelbound Offspring) by Christina Bauer

KAPS Cover Reveal

Monster House Books and author Christina Bauer are revealing the cover to KAPS, third book in the young adult fantasy/paranormal romance series, Angelbound Offspring, releasing June 30, 2020. See below for the cover, information on the book and series, preorder links, and details on her giveaway.

KAPS (Angelbound Offspring #3) by Christina Bauer

KAPS (Angelbound Offspring #3) by Christina Bauer

About the Book
Title:
KAPS
Series: Angelbound Offspring #3
Author: Christina Bauer
Publisher: Monster House Books
Release Date: June 30, 2020
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
“I can NOT wait for the next installment of this series. These characters are some that you care about and want to know what goes on with in this magical world. Even the bad ones keep your attention. I’m going to go take a cold shower and see if I can calm down some.” – Flying Monkeys Reads

Meet Kaps: renegade, dragon shifter, and general pain in her parent’s backsides. Kaps turns away from the dragon world in order to become a rock star on Earth. Everything is going well—Kaps has fans, fun, and unconditional support from her best friend Rhodes—until one concert in the desert changes everything. 

Kaps meets a rogue shifter named Zinnia; the encounter alters the rock star’s carefree life forever…

 

 

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Plus, Don’t Miss These Series From Christina Bauer

– Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, a series of modern fairy tales with sass, action, and romance

– Beholder, where a medieval farm girl discovers necromancy and true love

– Dimension Drift, a dystopian adventure with science, snark, and hot aliens

– Angelbound, about a quasi (part human and part demon) girl who loves to kick butt in Purgatory’s Arena as outlined below…

Angelbound Origins
In which Myla Lewis kicks ass and takes names. Nuff said.

.5 Duty Bound – a prequel from Prince Lincoln

  1. Angelbound

1.5 Lincoln – the events of Angelbound as told by Prince Lincoln

Scala
Acca
Thrax
The Dark Lands
The Brutal Time (Fall 2019)
Armageddon (already here, long story!)

Angelbound Offspring

The next generation takes on Heaven, Hell, and everything in between

Maxon
Portia
Zinnia (Summer 2019)
Kaps (Summer 2020)
Huntress (Summer 2021)

Angelbound Worlds

Inside stories about your fav characters

Xavier (Spring 2020)
Cissy (Spring 2021)

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Author Christina Bauer

Author Christina Bauer

About the Author
Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers.

Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby..

Where to Find Christina Bauer
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – APOCALYPSE FIVE (Archive of the Fives) by Stacey Rourke

APOCALYPSE FIVE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for APOCALYPSE 5the first book in the young adult science fiction series, Archive of the Fives, by Stacey Roarke. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

APOCALYPSE FIVE (Archive of the Fives #1) by Stacey Rourke

APOCALYPSE FIVE (Archive of the Fives #1) by Stacey Rourke

About the Book
Title: APOCALYPSE 5
Series: Archive of the Fives #1
Author: Stacey Rourke
Release Date: February 12, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction
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Synopsis
Good luck and have a pleasant apocalypse. 

The end of the world is coming. How or when, scientists can’t agree upon. For decades, Earth’s best line of defense has been a team of young soldiers known as the Apocalypse Five, forced into virtual reality simulations to train for Doom’s Day. But, this is no game. Death on the grid is brutally final and calls up the next in a long line of cadets.

Stationed aboard the AT-1-NS Starship, the A5 are celebrities thrust into the limelight by a calling they didn’t choose. All it takes is one unscheduled mission, showing seventeen-year-old team leader Detroit a harsh and unfathomable reality, to shake the A5’s belief in all they thought they knew. After questioning people with the power to destroy them, the team is framed for a crime they didn’t commit and marked for death. Now, the hunt is on.

Can the Apocalypse Five expose the truth the starship would kill to keep hidden? Or, will their bravery end in a public execution?  

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Excerpt #3
Lansing’s lightning-fast fingers clicked over the keys, typing the programming coordinates handed down to her from the designers into the simulator. With her digital eyes transfixed on the screen, the Undertaker’s tone was even more monotone than usual as she read back the data presented. “Solo mission constructed by designer DB3245. No added weaponry. Countdown begins in T minus three minutes. Team Member Detroit should be suited up and beginning pod safety protocols.”

After zipping up her Lycra bodysuit, Detroit kissed the lucky piece of flint—a souvenir from her first mission—that dangled from a silver chain around her neck. Hands on the edge of the pod, she heaved herself into her well-traveled chariot for one. “Team Member Detroit is suited up and initiating countdown protocol,” she confirmed. Acting primarily on muscle memory, she typed in the same codes she had countless times before. “So, a solo mission, huh? Apparently, I have a problem area that needs work.” 

“Respiratory functions will be online in 3 … 2 … 1.” A click and steady hum punctuated Lansing’s statement, announcing the activation of Detroit’s oxygen filtration system. “I have no prior knowledge of the reasoning behind this chosen mission. It could be preparing you for a worst-case scenario of every one of your teammates being exterminated. Or, it could be punishment for scheduling an unscheduled press conference and then failing to appear.” Only then did Lansing’s head jerk Detroit’s way with a robotic twitch. “My apologies. That was one of those moments, wasn’t it? The kind you hate when I fail to utilize my human emotion programming and come across as a—”

“A robot slag?” Detroit finished for her, taking a hit off her oxygen tank just to make sure Augusta’s issue wouldn’t be repeated. Finding it in working order, she let the mask fall to her chest until needed. “It’s a character flaw I’ve learned to love you in spite of. That said, there’s no need to sugarcoat the solo gig. I’m being put in an A-5 timeout until I learn from my mistakes … whatever the designers feel they may be.” 

Robotic gears whirring, Lansing gave a confirming nod and returned her attentions to the computer screen. “You’re in a timeout, and I’m an emotionless robot. Remind me how it was we found ourselves in the lead position of the Apocalypse Five?”

“Far as I can tell?” Detroit tucked one arm, then the other, under her safety harness and buckled it into place. “It’s either my sparkling personality, or your stellar tits.” 

“The curve of my breastplate is metal and completely ornamental.”

“So is my personality. That can’t be it, then.”  

Never forget: We are alive within mysteries. Wendell Berry.” Lansing’s expression softened to the closest she came to a smile. “Return trajectory routed and programmed for autopilot. According to my calculations, there is no evidence of yesterday’s problematic situation repeating.”

The pod was beginning to close, but Detroit’s hand darted out to stop it. She could feel her face instantly bloom a bright tomato-red, and her shocked squawk landed a few octaves higher than anything resembling normal. “Situation? There was no situation. Why would you think there was a situation?”

Lansing glanced up with her head tilted in confusion, her hands hovering over the keys. “Because Augusta’s breathing apparatus malfunctioned. Some may consider that potential threat of fatality a bothersome turn of events.” 

“Oh, that.” Retracting her hand, Detroit settled back into her seat and silently cursed her lack of composure under the slightest questioning. “Yeah, that simple glitch could have ended much worse. Lucky thing we got him out of there in time.”

“I concur,” Lansing seconded. “Pod lid closing … if you allow it to this time. Kindly don’t die out there, or I’ll be melted down and sold for parts.” 

“You would make a handsome bar stool, or maybe some form of abstract art. But, I’ll do my best,” Detroit lobbed back before the lid slid into place and sealed with a click. 

Others might have considered their sign-off dismissive. To Detroit and Lansing, it was the equivalent of a hug. Okay, maybe not that cozy. More like a handshake of solidarity, signifying neither wanted the other dead or repurposed.  

“Weapons system, online.” Detroit rattled off her readouts as she fixed her oxygen mask into place. “All sequences are go. I am ready for the sweet serenade of my robot mistress.” 

“Welcome, Detroit,” the emotionless recording kicked in. 

“And there she is.” Detroit sucked air through her teeth, biting her lip in pantomimed desire. “She sounds saucy tonight. What do you think she’s wearing?” 

“Focus, please,” Lansing chimed in her ear. 

The crackle in their connection prompted Detroit to try another frequency for safe measure. “Yes, ma’am. I got a little static on the line. Can you hear that?”   

“Today’s mission will be a solo one,” the robotic recording continued. “The target, as always, is to prevent any major catastrophes, with minimal casualties. Good luck and have a pleasant apocalypse.”

Lansing’s attempt at a response was little more than a series of crackles, pops, and hisses. 

“I’ve got no sound in here,” Detroit grumbled as the thrusters engaged and flung her against her seat. “Good thing I’m not going solo into this mission, or that would be downright disturbing … oh, wait.” 

Sti … th … sion,” sizzled through the line. 

Filling her lungs with a steadying breath, Detroit ticked through the protocols for faulty system scenarios, trying not to link this critical error with Auggie’s. There was the chance this was intended to be a system failure simulation. If that was the case, whatever lesson the designers felt they needed to teach her meant getting back to basics. 

Fighting against the inertia pinning her to her seat, Detroit completed a final systems check. “Everything else is functioning properly. I just don’t have ears. If you can hear me, Lansing, keep an eye on the calibrations on return. You’re going to have to make them as needed. I’ll be no help making adjustments.” 

Clicking her earpiece off to spare herself its haunting hiss, Detroit let her head fall back and closed her eyes. “If this is a slap on the wrist for something, there had to be a less ominous way to do it,” she muttered to the stifling silence. 

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Author Stacey Rourke

Author Stacey Rourke

About the Author
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Reel Romance Series. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.

RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013
Readers’ Favorite Silver Medal Winner for Crane 2015
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Where to find Stacey Rourke
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Release Day + Giveaway – BROKEN DRIFT (Drift) by Adrian R. Hale

BROKEN DRIFT Release Day

Today is release day for BROKEN DRIFT, the second book in the adult contemporary sports romance seres, Drift, by Adrian R. Hale. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

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broken drift amazonBROKEN DRIFT (Drift #2) by Adrian R. Hale

About the Book
Title: BROKEN DRIFT
Series: Drift #2
Author: Adrian R. Hale
Release Date: February 10, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Wyatt
Holding on to regret is poison and I take mine straight up. Fast cars and even faster women—they’re my drug of choice. Until I barely survive a crash that destroys my career. Now I’m staring my past in the face and she’s even more beautiful than when I walked away.

Isla
I’m wildly clutching at what’s left of my shattered life after a failed marriage when he shows up at my rehab facility. I didn’t think my life could get any worse. Now the one man who has the power to destroy me completely is asking me to heal his broken body.

Some things need to stay broken.

 

 

 

 

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BROKEN DRIFT (Drift #2) by Adrian R. Hale (Full Cover)

BROKEN DRIFT (Drift #2) by Adrian R. Hale (Full Cover)

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Excerpt
“And here I thought you were just going into the military, I had no idea you were thinking of racing professionally.” I make notes in his file.

“You remember that?” He catches my eyes as I look up guiltily.

“Yeah.” I’m not about to tell him everything. He might think I’m some weird stalker girl, holding onto memories from one night when I was a teenager. And still feeling the backseat sex days after reconnecting. It had been a while for me, and my body wasn’t exactly primed for that kind of activity.

“You obviously followed your dreams of becoming a doctor. Did you ever end up in sports medicine working with athletes, you know, before coming here to fix broken drivers? I think you mentioned wanting to do that because of your background as an athlete.”

“No, I didn’t, I ended up in physical therapy school instead of going to med school. But how did you remember that?” I’m completely taken aback that he would commit that to memory for so long.

He raises an eyebrow at me and I flush again, getting called out for also remembering that he joined the military.

“You would be surprised what I remember, Bird.”

My heart slams against my ribs, racing as he sucks me in with the continued use of the silly nickname he gave me. I bring my hand up to the neck of my shirt and finger the chain of my necklace absently.

“You still have the feather charm, don’t you?”

I nod, pulling it out to show him. “I never take it off.” My father gave me this necklace for my sixteenth birthday. He told me to not just chase my dreams, but to give them wings. I’ve followed his advice as closely as I could all these years.

“Good. Maybe it’s made you think of me at least once in the last ten years.” He gently feeds his arm into the sling and tries to lift the strap over his head with a grimace.

Wyatt’s right. I’ve thought of him over the years when my dreams seemed so far away, the only way I would be able to reach them is with wings, like the bird he compared me to when he saw my necklace in the colorful honky tonk lights on the night of our fateful meeting. I shake my head at the memories.

“You’re doing that all wrong. It’s easier this way.” I move closer to him so I can unhook the strap and drape it around his neck before securing it to the actual sling. “See, no lifting your arm to get your head through the strap. That’s better.”

“Yeah, it is.” His fingers brush my hip in an innocently intimate manner while his eyes bore into me.

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Author Adrian R. Hale

Author Adrian R. Hale

About Adrian R. Hale
Adrian R. Hale is an enthusiastic lover of life who embraces big dreams. She’s a natural optimist and loves a good romance in any form—as long as there is a happy ending! Adrian is a freelance hair and makeup artist by day and a self-published author by night. Her novels explore themes of finding passionate love while following your dreams. She loves fast cars, strong muscles, baking sweet treats, and is happiest being in motion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Adrian R. Hale
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE COUNCIL OF NERETH (The Nereth Trilogy) by T.J. Amberson

THE COUNCIL OF NERETH Book Blitz

Welcome to the blog tour for THE COUNCIL OF NERETH, the second book in the young adult historical fantasy romance series, The Nereth Trilogy, by T.J. Amberson. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE COUNCIL OF NERETH (The Nereth Trilogy #2) by T.J. Amberson

THE COUNCIL OF NERETH (The Nereth Trilogy #2) by T.J. Amberson

About the Book
Title: THE COUNCIL OF NERETH
Series: The Nereth Trilogy #2
Author: T.J. Amberson
Release Date: December 2, 2018
Genre: Young Adult Historical Fantasy Romance
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Synopsis
Six months have passed since the Council of Nereth was formed. The land is at peace. The people are thriving, secure in the knowledge that Raelin, the evil sorceress who once ruled over them, is no more.Like the other members of the Council of Nereth, Edlyn has returned home to live and work, waiting for the time when the council will meet again. Busy serving the people and restoring the manor of her childhood, Edlyn keeps her deepest wishes hidden away in her heart.On Edlyn’s eighteenth birthday, a messenger from the capitol arrives to her home and delivers devastating news: Maddock has gone missing, and the worst is feared. Edlyn rushes back to the capitol to join the other council members in a desperate search for Maddock. Soon, a ghostly attack confirms the terrifying truth that evil forces are upon Nereth once again. With time running short, Edlyn and her companions must find Maddock and save Nereth before it is too late.

 

 

 

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Excerpt #3
Suddenly, the Berax let out another screech, toppled off of Edlyn, and collapsed onto the leaves that covered the ground. Edlyn pulled herself to her feet. She froze when she saw the silhouette of a man crouched beside the Berax. The man swiftly raised an arm, and the flash of his dagger’s blade caught the moonlight before he thrust his weapon into the monster’s side again. The Berax was dead.

Edlyn staggered and dropped her sword, a torrent of emotions crashing down upon her. 

“Maddock,” she whispered.

“Are you hurt?” she heard him ask.

At the sound of his voice, Edlyn swayed again, the shock still so acute that she could barely reply. “I am not hurt.”

Maddock came toward her. Like Edlyn, he was breathing fast. Once he got close, Edlyn could see that Maddock’s clothes were dirtied and worn, and his hair had grown longer since she had seen him last. But Maddock’s eyes—dark and penetrating—had not changed.

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Author T.J. Amberson

Author T.J. Amberson

About The Author
TJ Amberson hails from the Pacific Northwest. With a love of writing in several genres, TJ strives to provide well-written, age-appropriate, & original novels for tweens, teens, and new adults.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – FOOL’S PARADISE (Fate’s Fools) by Ophelia Bell

FOOL’S PARADISE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for FOOL’S PARADISE, the third book in the adult paranormal romance series, Fate’s Fools, by Ophelia Bell. See below for information the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FOOL'S PARADISE (Fate’s Fools #4) by Ophelia Bell

FOOL’S PARADISE (Fate’s Fools #4) by Ophelia Bell

About the Book
Title: FOOL’S PARADISE
Series: Fate’s Fools #3
Author: Ophelia Bell
Release Date: February 5, 2019
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
Deva Rainsong never expected to find a soul mate, now she has two and is on the run from Fate. The elusive divine entity has it out for her and has begun terrorizing the bloodline Deva has sworn to protect. Yet the young chimera and her five lovers still have no idea what it is Fate wants, or why she is so important to it.

The only thing she is sure of is that she needs a complete soul in order to have a chance at standing up to Fate, but for that to happen, she needs her human lover on board.

Bodhi Dylan is still getting used to the unusual, yet intriguing customs of the higher races. He’s fallen head over heels for the beautiful dark-skinned chimera, but doubts he can measure up to the prowess of his higher races counterparts. Besides, he can’t quite wrap his head around how the whole “harem” thing works. Because if he agrees to Deva’s proposition, that’s exactly what he’ll be part of.

But when he learns his participation is the key to her happiness, he’ll have to make a choice. Agree and risk inviting more of Fate’s wrath, or deny her to keep her safe.

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Excerpt #2
“You’re going to fuck her one way or the other. If you can’t do it with your dick, you need to use your hand.”

Deva let out a soft gasp of surprise and craned her head back to look at Keagan. “I don’t know,” she said.

“Trust me,” he murmured into her ear, one arm snaking around her waist while the other dipped between her thighs again and stroked down the center of her pussy to dip two fingers into her slick center once more. “If you can take his fist, we’ll know you can take us all however we want to have you, princess. I have a mission to see you ride Rohan’s dick someday when he’s dragoned out. I just want to make sure you’re ready when that day comes.”

Deva’s body writhed under his touch and she whimpered but nodded, her fevered gaze meeting mine again. I swallowed harshly at the prospect of yet another boundary-pushing experience, but this time it would involve her. I was more than happy to do whatever she wanted, if this was what she wanted.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to. I can just go down on you.”

“It’s about what she needs, or will need, as much as what she wants,” Keagan said. Dropping his gaze to Deva, he said, “You’re going to need Rohan’s dragon dick at some point, I can promise you that. Maybe not soon, but eventually. If you hit estrous on this trip Bodhi needs to know how to take care of you if none of the rest of us are around.”

I had no idea what Rohan’s dragon dick looked like but if getting her ready for that involved what Keagan was suggesting … well, Deva’s willingness to let Keagan manhandle her certainly spoke volumes about what she wanted. She reached back with both hands and clutched at Keagan’s neck, arching her back and twisting to meet his lips with hers. He kneaded one breast with his hand, pinching and tugging at her nipple.

Without releasing her mouth, his gaze darted to me and his eyebrows lifted. He spread his own knees, forcing her legs to spread wider. Beneath Deva’s ass, his stiff dick lay sandwiched against his thigh but he didn’t seem to care. That was when it clicked that this was entirely about her, not either of us, and I was on board. That was my way through this – seeing to her pleasure to the exclusion of everything else. I could wrap my brain around that.

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: FATE’S FOOLS
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Book 2: FATE’S FOLLY
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Author Ophelia Bell

Author Ophelia Bell

About the Author
Ophelia Bell loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories. Women who aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with a woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything goes in the bedroom.

Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and four attention-whoring cats.

If you’d like to receive regular updates on Ophelia’s publications, freebies, and discounts, please subscribe to her mailing list: http://opheliabell.com/subscribe/

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Where to Find Ophelia Bell
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