Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Undeniably Chosen RELEASE BLITZ





Ava has watched her parents, Caleb and Maggie, live the perfect fairy tale, the perfect love story, played out in front of her eyes her entire life. Her family is love, life, and happiness. The Jacobsons are everything a family should be and Ava is loved and well taken care of. But the one thing that’s missing from her life is the one thing she’s waited for every day, the one thing her kind knows will make them complete, the one thing they thought was gone and lost forever.

Her significant.

Seth has lived with the Watsons his entire life. They’re the only family he knows, but he knows that there are things they keep from him. He knows that they lie and they do unspeakable evil, things from when he was a child that he can barely remember that cling to the edges of his memory. He barely remembers his real mother and all he knows is what he’s told. He doesn’t know what to trust. He wants to believe that the Watsons love and care for him, have his best interest at heart, but isn’t so sure of that anymore when he finally—after a lifetime of waiting for her—meets his soulmate, and the Watson’s first act is to try to take her away from him.

The Virtuoso worlds collide, hearts are exposed, humans are endangered, and the lives of Seth and Ava are changed forever. They’ll have to love without judgment or reservation, they’ll have to be wise and accepting beyond their years, they’ll have to forgive for things before they’ve even happened, they’ll have to trust without seeing, have faith without knowing, and they’ll have to light their own way in the dark when everyone else is blind to show them the way. And more than anything else…

… they’ll fight like hell to keep each other.


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When I entered the kitchen where the breakfast nook was, everyone stopped eating and talking, which made me feel so uncomfortable until Seth stood up so fast that his chair almost tipped over behind him.
He let his out in a slow, low noise before… “Wow.”
Mom chuckled and leaned back with a smile, clapping twice. “And that, ladies and gentleman, is how it’s done.”
My neck was so pink I could feel it, and Seth—realizing he’d just practically fallen at my feet in front of everyone—smiled that smile that tore through me like tissue paper and then turned it on my mother. She sat up straighter and looked at me with wide eyes.
‘I know’, I mouthed as I moved toward him.
“Eat, Ave,” Dad said, knowing what I was doing.
“I’m going to be late. And it’s the last day of school before winter break.”
“Gee, I wonder why you’re late—” Rodney began. I punched his arm.
“I’ll just take this.” I grabbed a biscuit, stuck a piece of sausage in it, and wrapped it in a napkin. “I’ll eat it,” I promised.
“I’ll make sure she eats,” Seth told them. Mom came and hugged him, telling him something in his ear and he nodded. “Thanks, Mrs. Jacobson. I will. I promise.”
Dad patted his shoulder and told him to make sure to stop by anytime, no invitation needed. Dad went to the counter and started making me a coffee in a to-go cup. I knew he was doing it, because I saw him pull the Hazelnut creamer from the fridge. But I saw him pull out a second to-go cup…and he made it black. How did he already know that Seth took his coffee black?!
“What is going on here?” I muttered under my breath.
Seth took both of the cups from my dad and guided me with an arm around my back. “Thanks for the coffee and breakfast. Bye, guys.”
“Bye, Seth!” Mom called cheerily.
I looked at the snow and the porch as we came outside to make sure that everything was the same, that I hadn’t entered an episode of a TV show of some alternate reality or something.
I looked at Seth. “If you tell me your name is The Doctor, I’m outta here.”
He laughed loudly. “And now you’re a “Doctor Who” fan? Freaking adorable,” he mumbled under his breath. “Your parents are awesome, Ava.” He was so sincere.
“I was worried I was going to have to save you.”
“No need.” He used his elbow to swipe the snow off of a spot and then set the coffees on his hood. The truck was already cranked so he must have the kind where you do it from the key fob because there were no footprints in the snow. He opened the door, helped me in, and then got the coffees, handing mine to me. “They were awesome about not making me feel weird. Even Rodney wasn’t too bad.”
He laughed before shutting my door.
My dress wasn’t too short, but I did notice how it rose up mid-thigh when I sat down. But the leggings kept the ensemble decent. And warm.
The truck was so warm, but I still slid over as soon as he shut my door. When he got in and saw how close I was, his grin was adorable. He got in and turned the heat on even more, looking at my legs and shutting his eyes for a few seconds too long. “You’re not too cold with those on?”
“Leggings?” I laughed.
“Is that what they’re called?” he half-growled as he backed out and got on the road. “They should be called evil.”
“They’re just like pants, just thinner. Jeans, just not made of quite the same thing. Jeggings.”
He laughed and shook his head. “As long as you’re warm, sweetheart, call ‘em whatever you want.” He looked at my legs again and then away with a little groan. “I’ll just call them evil because I can see every inch of your legs in those things.”
My heart practically did the Tennessee Waltz behind my ribs. “And that’s evil?” I squeaked.
“Evil,” he reiterated and smiled.








Shelly is a NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author from a small town in Georgia and loves everything about the south. She is wife to a fantastical husband and stay-at-home mom to two boisterous and mischievous boys who keep her on her toes. She hoards paperbacks, devours sweet tea, searches year-round for candy corn, and loves to spend time with her family and friends, go out to eat at new restaurants, site-see in the new areas they travel to, listen to music, and, of course, loves to read, but doesn't have much time to these days with all the characters filling her head begging to come out. She is author to over twenty books and counting!


Her own books happen by accident and she revels in the writing and imagination process. She doesn’t go anywhere without her notepad for fear of an idea creeping up and not being able to write it down immediately, even in the middle of the night, where her best ideas are born.
















Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Trouble With Eden Release Blitz







SYNOPSIS:

BLISS NOVAK has a great life. She's happy, beautiful and financially secure. What more could she want?

Fortune has smiled on STEVEN FRENCH too. Handsome, talented and sexy, the stuntman has it all. At least that's what he believes until he meets Bliss.

When a movie production comes to Pacific Grove, these two are drawn together in a passionate romance. Their love creates their personal Garden of Eden.

But there's only one thing wrong with the Garden of Eden....there's always a snake.

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BLISS

I feel like I’m on a magical mystery tour of sexual desire.  Every land I visit is my new favorite.  His cock was made for my mouth, a perfectly designed coupling.

I take him all the way, and that’s saying a lot.  I didn’t realize I had such a big mouth.  Licking, sucking, running my tongue about the top, savoring the journey.  It’s pleasure for us both.

It’s in no way a job.

But I want to feel him inside of me, in whatever way he chooses.  I look up at his face, and he somehow understands.

He sits up, flips me over and kneels behind me.  I support myself on my forearms.  He puts his hand on my ass, grabs his cock and guides it like a divining rod, until he finds the sweet spot.  He rubs the tip against my lips, and gently works to part them.  My wetness invites him in He enters me from behind,

I am aware of nothing else.  Nothing but this sensation, and the mastery of his rhythm.

For the next two hours we quench every thirst.  He is… Once again I find it hard to describe because what he is, is so unique.  He’s untamed in his lovemaking and at the same time controlled.

He is mindful of my needs, and yet a glutton for his own pleasure.

He doesn’t slight either of us.

And there’s a smell that rises and settles on the sheets.  Our sweat, my perfume and the sweet unmistakable scent that comes when pussy meets cock.  There’s nothing like it.  Nothing.

Sounds, smells, sights, raw and uncontrived.  All music for lovemaking our bodies have scored.

I come multiple times, and more miraculously so does he.  Few men have this ability.  We’ve turned on this sexual spigot, and we’re drenched.  It feels like rain from heaven.  We fall asleep, completely spend of energy and reserve.  And sore, we’re both actually sore.

Morning comes too soon.  I’m entangled in his arms and legs.  His right arm wraps around my waist, and holds me close.  I can see the beauty of his Phoenix Rising tattoo.  It starts on his back, wings spread, and ascends over his shoulder.  The long feathered tail curves around to this right side.  I study the detail.





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Leslie Pike lives in Laguna Niguel, California, with her husband Don, and Pom-Poo Mr. Big. Before writing her novel, Leslie worked as a screenwriter on episodic television. She has traveled the world with her Stuntman/Stunt Coordinator/Director husband, on movie sets from Africa to Israel, from New York to Los Angeles. Some of her favorite things include calligraphy, long walks with her friends, and enjoying delicious food that other people have cooked!

The Trouble With Eden is Leslie's debut novel.




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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Only For Her Release Day

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Ready to continue Grayson and Emma's epic love story? ONLY FOR HER by Cristin Harber is available now!

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About ONLY FOR HER

The second installment in the Only series. Must read book one first!! First loves never die but Grayson Ford comes close. Bleeding out in a war zone, he barters with God. Bring him back alive, and he'll make it right with his girl. All I want is Emma. I need her, and I fight for her memory. A story. A smile. Anything. But it's all blank. Emma is not his girl anymore. Time has skipped by and life's been hard. She strips to pay the bills, waitresses to fill the hours between classes and her third job. All while working to be the best mama she can be to the little girl who will never know her daddy. Even though Grayson abandoned her, she mourned his death. Until he calls, and everything she knew was wrong. It's him. The him that ruined my life. That made my life. That confused my mind to the point that I can't figure out if I've been destroyed or set free. The him that... is... dead. He's back with one objective--Emma Kingsley--and she never sees it coming. Only for Her, Only #2 The novella series will release in its entirety this spring.
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Cristin Harber is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She writes sexy, steamy romantic suspense and military romance. Readers voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was both a #1 romantic suspense and #1 military romance bestseller.  
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Never Gonna Tell Release Day Launch

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We are thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for Sarah M. Ross's NEVER GONNA TELL! NEVER GONNA TELL is a standalone young adult romantic suspense that will Knock. Your. Socks. Off!

NEVER GONNA TELL is on sale for only $.99 for a limited time so grab your copy today!!!

 

NEVER GONNA TELL

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  Release Day Excerpt: 
 THE CHURCH BELLS from St. Agnes Church chime, letting me know I have a half hour before Dad calls the National Guard out for me. Hmm, maybe enough time to head to the Shake Shack and get a frozen salted caramel hot chocolate—my new favorite addiction. Gravel crunches under my feet as I cross the parking lot toward my car. As I dig through my backpack searching for my car keys, a yelp rings out in the distance. Pausing, I stand still and listen for the sound again. Was an animal hurt somewhere, maybe? The noise was muffled and not close by, so I can’t make out the source. The last bell chimes, reminding me I should hurry home, but the reporter in me won’t let me leave without checking. I wait a few minutes to see if I hear it again, scanning the area for the source. Across the street, dark shadows fill the doorways of the now-closed shops that line the main road, setting my nerves on edge. The voice in my head nags that this is how horror movies begin, but I shake off the ridiculous thought. Horror movies aren’t real. The idea of scooping a story before anyone else—that’s a real possibility. Nothing moves except for the leaves as the breeze picks up. Just as I’m ready to give up, I hear the noise again, this time followed by what sounds like shuffling feet—like something sliding through gravel. “What in the world was that?” I mutter. The sounds together don’t make any sense. If it was an animal yelping, what was that other noise? Had someone maybe captured an animal in a trap? This is rural Tennessee, so it wouldn’t surprise me. Everyone around here is well-versed in hunting, starting in elementary school. My naturally inquisitive mind begins imagining several scenarios, and I can’t walk away. Not until I know. Lord knows if I just get in my car and leave, I’ll be up all night thinking about how I might’ve missed out on a story. Bye bye, scholarship. I sigh, shoving my overflowing backpack in the passenger seat before slamming the car door as I head toward the source of the noise. I make my way toward the river, cutting through an alleyway. The single streetlight flickers, barely illuminating the area and making it feel even more desolate out here. Ominous, almost. I can’t help thinking that with my luck, it’ll end up being a skunk that sprays me for trying to help. The alley is more of a narrow path between buildings, not even wide enough for a car to fit through. Overflowing dumpsters from surrounding businesses line one side while the other is a dirty brick wall covered in graffiti. If this were Baltimore, I might have been more cautious, but while Hope Mills isn’t Pleasantville by any means, I don’t feel afraid, only curious. “Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch. You’re never going to get away with this!” a man growls in the distance, the final word echoing off the water. I whip my head around, barely missing smacking it on an underhang promoting JT’s Soul Food Buffet. Okay, that definitely wasn’t an animal.   Three green school lockers with combination wheels; fairly close-up.   NEVER GONNA TELL Synopsis: 
My name is Reagan Wilcox: high school senior by day, kick-ass investigative journalist by night. I’ve always loved observing people—especially when they think no one is paying attention.

I thought I was ready to cover any story. Work any angle.

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened that night. I wasn’t ready for what I saw. And I certainly wasn’t ready for him.

I always knew I’d write the headlines. Now, I just might become one.

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About Sarah M. Ross:
Author-PicSarah started her obsession with reading at an early age, often sneaking BabySitter Club and Nancy Drew books into math class. She would read any book she could get her hands on. Her love of reading quickly evolved into a love of writing and stories began to pour out of her. She grew up in Pittsburgh, graduated from The University of Pittsburgh with a degree in English, and taught 8th graders to love reading as much as she does for several years. Sarah will always be a proud member of the Steelers' Nation, but couldn't take the cold and moved her frozen tush to Florida where she now lives with her family and two cats. You will find her now with her trusty Kindle in hand and toes in the sand! Sarah's debut novel, AWAKEN, released in January, 2012. Other novels include AVENGE, ATONE, ECHO OF AN EARTH ANGEL, and INHALE EXHALE.  

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Looking For Love Release Day Launch

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About Looking for Love: 
Looking For Love
 Mike Hannigan is looking for love in all the wrong places. Maybe that’s because having his heart torn to shreds by who he thought was the perfect girl left some emotional scarring. But that’s about to change. Summer Patterson isn’t like anyone Mike’s dated before, and he can’t help but be intrigued by her. Now if only he could keep his foot out of his mouth long enough to win her over. But when a secret involving Summer brings Mike’s past crashing back to the present, he’ll need some backup from his best friend and wingwoman, Mindy, to sort out the mess. Will Mike find love before he leaves Timberland College for good?  

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 Curvy hips grind against mine in tune with the music. This girl knows how to move. I lean in so my lips brush her ear lobe. “Want to take this back to my room?” I whisper and then pull away to see her response. Instead, a hand grabs my forearm and I hear Mindy’s voice.

“Babe, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mindy smiles sweetly, as if she isn’t the worst wingman on the face of the planet, pulling this “Babe” bullshit to scare away a sure thing.
“What are you doing?” I ask her between gritted teeth.
“Sorry,” Mindy says to the girl, who has now stopped pressing her tight body against mine and is allowing the entire basement of Ace’s frat house to see the mega-sized boner I’m sporting. “But we really need to get going.” Before I can protest, Mindy loops her arm through mine and pulls me away.
“Did you really just cock block me?” I ask her, not trying to mask my annoyance.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“My blue balls beg to differ.” We head up the stairs, and I eye the girls who are on their way down to the party with plastic cups in hand. I smile at them, which earns me dirty looks in response, because of course they assume Mindy is my girlfriend.
“Oh whatever,” Mindy says. “You’ll take a cold shower and get over it. That girl was disgusting, Mike. You deserve better.”
The warm spring air hits my face as we walk outside. “Shouldn’t you be out with Ben?” I haven’t seen Mindy much lately, not since she and Ben became inseparable. I give her credit for bagging a younger man. Though I’m not sure how things can work out for them since he’s only a freshman and she’s graduating in less than a month. But since she hasn’t whined about it to me, I’m assuming she has a plan.
“He went home for the weekend, so it’s just you and me for two days.”
Great. Two days of Mindy lecturing me about relationships and why meaningless sex is a bad thing. “Must be my lucky day.”
She squeezes my arm. “Trust me, you’ll be happy to have me as your wingman once I find you a nice girl.”
“Nice? How about hot, sexy, and ready for anything?”
She shoves me toward her car. “Get in before I question why I bother being your best friend.”
I open the passenger door but don’t get in. Instead I lean on the door and meet her eyes. “Because you secretly love me but know it would never work between us, and the mere thought of losing me is too much for you to bear. So you settle for being my best friend because it’s the most you can hope for.”


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Ashelyn Drake Bio:  
Ashelyn Drake is a New Adult and Young Adult contemporary romance author. While it’s rare for her not to have either a book in hand or her fingers flying across a laptop, she also enjoys spending time with her family. She believes you are never too old to enjoy a good swing set and there’s never a bad time for some dark chocolate. She also writes speculative fiction under the name Kelly Hashway. She is represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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Monday, March 2, 2015

Sweet Sound of Silence Release Day




SWEET SOUND OF SILENCE

(So Much It Hurts Three
by Melanie Dawn
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Sometimes silence speaks the only truth.

Ryder Hawkley swallows his words the way he swallows his guilt. A life-altering tragedy keeps him locked away in a silent prison—a self-imposed punishment for a horrific mistake. His reputation…

Freak.
Weirdo.

Alexis Honeycutt arrives at college craving one thing—independence. Now, away from home and free from her family's overprotection, she attends a party with friends that will ultimately change her life. The moment she spots Ryder Hawkley sitting across the room, Alexis is intrigued.

Dangerous.
They whisper.

The intensity shimmering from Ryder’s haunting eyes beckons her, but Alexis vows to stay away from him. Only, she can’t seem to get Ryder’s unnervingly quiet stare out of her head.

Ryder is determined to ignore Alexis’s contagious smile the instant she strolls into the room. Despite his efforts, he is drawn to her and finds himself questioning everything he’d been holding on to for the past two years.

Although this book is part of a series, it CAN be read as a standalone. This book is intended for readers 17+ due to some language and mature themes.



Grasping the back of his neck, I pulled him toward me again. Despite his fury, he let himself get tugged into my space. His angry breath was hot on my face. His narrowed eyes bore holes into mine. And yet, there was something else—something indefinable. 
I ran my fingers through the soft hair around his hairline. His breathing began to slow, and the muscles in his neck began losing tension. When his lips parted, I thought he might say something. Instead, he glanced down at my lips then back up again. 
My mouth suddenly felt very dry, so I licked my lips. “To be here like this with you…” I moved closer to him, closing the gap between us. “To see the steps you’re taking for me....I just…I’m sorry…I just can’t help what I’m feeling. About you. For you. With you.” I held my breath for a second, partly thinking he’d fling me off of him and bolt for the door. But he didn’t. 
Instead, he reached up and curled a strand of my hair around his index finger, gently tucking it behind my ear. I watched out of the corner of my eye, anticipating the moment his fingers would graze my skin. When his forefinger brushed against the edge of my ear lobe, I shivered beneath his touch. A flash of heat pulsed through my body, lighting my insides on fire. The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. Every nerve ending on my skin ached to be touched by his gentle fingers. He must have noticed me quivering because his stormy, brooding eyes flicked toward the delicate skin of my neck, where I could feel my heartbeat pounding in the hollow crevice between my collarbones.
The way he looked at me, craving something and yet denying himself the pleasure, made me feel light-headed. Kiss me already, my mind demanded. He looked at me like he could do much more than kiss me. The quickening I felt down below was proof that I’d let him.

 My Review

Sweet Sound of Silence is a fantastic book with tragedy, acceptance and love. I absolutely fell in LOVE with Ryder and his somewhat mysterious background (or attitude? I don’t know what word I’m looking for here). Alexis is so accepting of how Ryder is, she never pushes him. There’s a scene that the music in the background totally expresses what Ryder is thinking and I love how he uses music and art to “say” what he wants to. I also kind of felt sad for Ryder as he didn't want to let anyone in or let feelings grab a hold of him.
And the ending! I won’t say anything to give it away, but I had tears in my eyes as I read it. I had so many feelings running through me that are so hard to explain. This was the first book I’ve read by Melanie Dawn, but I have to say, I really loved it and it has made it onto my list of favorites for this year so far.



Melanie Dawn is a thinker, a dreamer, and a hopeless romantic. She's an avid reader who recently discovered her love of writing as well. When her head isn't in the clouds, she spends her time as a a jack of all trades to her family. Melanie resides in the hills of North Carolina with her husband, her three children, and her cat.