Blazing #BlogTour: Lord And Master Trilogy by Kait Jagger

Lord and Master Trilogy
Kait Jagger
Publication date: March 20th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Suspense

You think you know Luna Gregory?

Maybe you see what her boss, the Marchioness of Lionsbridge, sees: the best PA she’s ever had, a 26-year-old fixer who makes problems disappear with four quiet words—‘Leave it with me.’ Or you see a remote, untouchable Ice Princess who the 500-year-old Arborage Estate’s heir presumptive longs to crush under his heel. Possibly, if you’re looking carefully, you see Luna as her friends see her: the quiet one, touched by childhood tragedy, who laughs at their jokes and has their backs no matter what.

But ultimately it takes charismatic, devastatingly attractive Swedish entrepreneur Stefan Lundgren, third in line to inherit the estate, to glimpse the intelligent, fiercely independent woman under Luna’s calm exterior. And what he sees he wants, this woman in ten thousand who is meant for him, body writhing beneath his in the dark of night, her inner self slowly revealing itself to him. Or so he believes.

But Luna has built an entire life predicated on concealment, on maintaining control and hiding dark things in drawers. It will take the entirety of the Lord and Master trilogy, from the manicured gardens of Arborage, to the wilds of Shetland, to the streets of Stockholm, for her to step out of the shadows in the face of a new threat to Arborage.

You think you know Luna? You don’t.

The Lord and Master trilogy:

Lord and Master

Her Master’s Servant

The Marchioness

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EXCERPT:

      ‘And if I told you that experiences like that, threesomes, sex clubs, aren’t all they’re cracked up to be?’ Stefan asked.

Luna opened her mouth to reply, then replayed his words in her head. ‘You’ve been to sex clubs?’ she squeaked.

‘One sex club, yes,’ he confirmed. ‘I had a friend who was a member of such a club and I was curious, so I went with him once a few years ago. Before I met you, of course.’

A torrent of questions flooded into Luna’s mouth and she quickly swallowed them, sensing that the wrong reaction from her could shut this conversation down entirely, and she definitely didn’t want that to happen. But he seemed to be awaiting her response, so she ventured, ‘And you…’

‘…didn’t stay for long,’ he supplied. ‘It wasn’t for me. These places, these experiences, they sound exciting when you hear about them. Not so much when you brighten the room.’

Luna shook her head, not understanding him.

‘If you imagine the room with the lights turned all the way up,’ he clarified. ‘I looked around that club, which seemed so forbidden and mysterious, but I think with the lights turned up all I’d have seen was men watching women like animals, waiting for their opportunity to pounce. And one too many women who were sorry they’d come, wishing they were anyplace else but there.’

They passed under a streetlamp, almost to Sören’s house now. ‘A lot of things look worse with the lights turned up, I have found,’ he concluded. ‘Whereas you, who I have made love to at night, in the morning, in the bright light of afternoon… you are always beautiful. The things we do together, too, all beautiful, no matter how bright the light.’

His tone was easy, matter of fact, but his words… Luna quickened her step and swivelled to face him, stopping him in his tracks there on the freezing path outside his father’s house. ‘You are very wise, Herr Lundgren,’ she said, raising her mittened hands to his cheeks and smiling up at him.

Author Bio:

I live on a farm in Lancashire, England with my husband, four children, one dog and one cat. Like Luna Gregory, the lead character of the Lord and Master trilogy, I make my living as a personal assistant.

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March 23rd
Sassy Book Lovers >> Excerpt
Sip Read Love >> Review
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Book Lovers 4Ever >> Excerpt
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The Musing of Author Jeanne St. James >> Excerpt

March 27th
Book Addict  >> Review
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Naughty Book Eden >> Excerpt
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March 29th
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Blazing #BlogTour: Path To Old Talbot by Jordan Elizabeth

PATH TO OLD TALBOT

A Young Adult Fantasy

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Thirteen-year-old Charity can escape her unpleasant reality by stepping through the parlor closet of her mother’s new home, a mansion built in the 1800’s.

In her hometown of Talbot, New York, in the year 1880, she doesn’t have to worry about her depressed father skipping his medications or her mother flirting with her coworker. Instead, she gets to know the hatter’s son, who shows her a lifestyle of manners and pride. Few have ever accepted Charity’s old-fashioned ways…until now.

However, old Talbot can’t banish the present. Charity can stay in the mansion, with access to the hatter’s son in the past, and the prospect of a steady family unit with her mother and the new man in her mother’s life, or she can go back to her father, who has been given the option to straighten out his life and join them in their new home. Instead, his world unravels, and he spirals into violence and self-harm.

Torn between two worlds, Charity knows that if she doesn’t help him, she may lose him forever if he follows through on his threats of self-destruction.

PATH TO OLD TALBOT is on Amazon from CHBB.

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Sunlight reflects off the pavement and bakes my bare legs. Shadows play across Daddy while he cries on the stoop, slumped forward, his shoulders shaking. How many times will he play this game? If he got it together, Mom and I wouldn’t be packing the car to move to a different house.

I shade my eyes and look away from him. Think about the steps. Don’t think about him. It’s a lovely stoop, with only a few chips, and it has a wrought iron railing that curls at the end.

“Why does life keep throwing crap at me?” Daddy’s yell makes a crow fly from the old oak tree in our front yard.

Leaves rustle in its wake as the bird shoots over the house like a black ball, and it caws, a hoarse screech like Daddy’s voice when he’s upset.

Mom carries her last box of books from inside the garage and sets it in the trunk of her Subaru. The huge box catches on an edge and she grunts as she shoves it. Her biceps flex— surprising how strong she is, since she never works out. I swear Mom can lift anything. She wipes her palms on her shorts, smearing dust across the black denim.

“Why does this always happen?” Daddy slams his fist into the cement stoop.

I wince. I could cover my ears against the sound, but I’m not a little kid anymore; no more hiding for me.

His hand bleeds. It will add a new scar to the skinny white lines that crisscross his knuckles.

When I was younger, I pretended they were lines from elf hoes, and miniature vegetables would grow among the whorls of dark curls. Now, seeing the scars makes my stomach clench.

Mom won’t bandage him up. She stopped years ago. This time, I won’t either, even though my fingers itch to fetch the Band-Aids and Neosporin. I didn’t make Daddy punch anything. He needs to patch himself. It isn’t our fault he won’t take his medication.

I pick at my glittered purple polish, catching a hangnail. The red stain mixes with the polish as if I intended for a gruesome pattern.

Daddy staggers off the stoop and paces.

“I need a gun,” he rants. “I’m gonna put a bullet in my head.”

Mom clears her throat. “Come on, Charity. We’re leaving.” She presses her lips into a thin line and slams the trunk door, making her Impreza vibrate. She walks along the path of flat rocks, trampling some of the grass that has grown too tall, and pauses next to him.

Daddy grunts, dropping back down onto the stone, and he tips his head up, his fingers dragging across his cheeks. Blood trickles down the back of his hand into the sleeve of his button-up shirt. His blue eyes are wide and bloodshot, tear-filled. Sometimes when he cries, Mom kisses the tears away.

Even though I’m thirteen, I should be the one crying. Heck, I’m still a child. His therapist said so. Daddy should hold me and promise everything will be fine. He’ll take his meds and we’ll all be okay.

I’m too delusional for all that, but the thoughts slip in anyways.

I shouldn’t have to avoid Daddy when he’s in a mood. I shouldn’t have to worry about my words making him emotional, or my attitude setting him off, or whether I’m going to find him dead when I come home.

Mom kneels to clasp his wrists. “I love you, Max. I will always love you.” Her voice squeaks, but her body remains steady. She doesn’t look away from his stare.

“You can’t go!” He yanks his arms free and stands on the stoop, but he teeters. His bare feet poke from the ragged hem of his jeans. The lack of shoes makes him look like a teenager. When has Daddy ever been an adult for me?

Has he ever been an adult for himself? According to my grandparents, his depression started in high school. Why hasn’t he learned how to cope yet?

“I’ll kill myself!”

I wince at the threat, but Mom rises, shaking her head. Why can’t he see how much we love him? Why aren’t we enough to stop his pain?

“You know where we are. When you’re ready, come find us.” She kisses his mouth, fast, as if afraid he’ll push her away. His blood smears her palm, but she doesn’t look down when she wipes it on her thigh. It leaves a crimson streak, as if she’s the one bleeding.

“Charity!” Daddy stumbles toward me. “You won’t leave me. Come back, honey. I need you.”

I quicken my pace to open the car door and slip into the passenger’s seat. My fingers shake as I fasten my seatbelt. He doesn’t need me. He needs to help himself. I play with my hemp bracelet to avoid looking at him. My stomach heaves as I fight back tears.

“Isadora,” he yells.

I glance back, a final glimpse in case he does kill himself.

It won’t be my fault, or Mom’s. We don’t make Daddy do things. Mom tells me that every day. It is never your fault. Sometimes it hurts to think that. If it was my fault, maybe I could fix it.

His brown hair is in that buzz cut Mom hates. He’s gotten blood on his cheek. If only he took care of the things about the house the way he cuts his hair, the place wouldn’t look so run down. After we leave, he’ll break things, but we took the things we cherished— everything except for Daddy, and seeing the tears in Mom’s eyes, I know we cherish him most of all.

That’s why we have to leave.

Mom sits beside me and slams her door. She slips the key into the ignition and turns it without taking her gaze from the road. I stare forward too, because it only hurts to think about the past. Tall grasses wave in the breeze next to the garage as if saying goodbye.

I’ll really miss this place.

“He needs to get help,” Mom whispers. “He can’t do that with us. We’re just his crutch now.”

A chipmunk darts across the driveway and from somewhere down the street, music plays through an open window. I almost forget how hot the day is until sweat gathers behind my knees.

We need to grow up, too, but I don’t talk in case Mom needs solitude. What will the neighbors think?

It’s about time Isadora and Charity left.

How dare they leave that poor man? Mrs. Ames next door has always seen him as someone to coddle, like an oversized infant. No doubt she’ll go with that train of thought.

Mom drives forward and heads down the road, past all the neighbors with their happy, safe families, as peaceful as the fluffy clouds dancing over the blue sky.

“Isadora! Charity!” Daddy’s wails fade and I bite my lower lip.

Mom told him to come home once he becomes well. Our new house. Her dream house.

Our home.

I want to squeeze Daddy’s hand, to feel secure, but my fingers close on false hope.

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Displaying Author Photo.jpgJordan Elizabeth is known for her odd sense of humor and her outrageous outfits.  Surrounded by bookshelves, she can often be found pounding away at her keyboard – she’s known for breaking keyboards, too.  Jordan’s young adult novels include ESCAPE FROM WITCHWOOD HOLLOW, COGLING, TREASURE DARKLY, GOAT CHILDREN, and VICTORIAN.  PATH TO OLD TALBOT is her third novel with CHBB.  Check out her website for bonus scenes and contests.

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Blazing #BlogTour: The Wolf Mirror by Caroline Healy

The Wolf Mirror
Caroline Healy
Publication date: February 14th 2017
Genres: Historical, Romance, Young Adult

Changing places doesn’t always help you see things differently.

Cassie throws the first punch in a brawl at Winchester Abbey Girl’s School. Her subsequent suspension is a glitch in Cassie’s master plan; Finish School/Get Job/Leave Home (and never come back). As punishment her mother banishes her to Ludlow Park, their creepy ancestral home. In the dark of a stormy night Cassie finds herself transported to 1714, the beginning of the Georgian period.

With the help of a lady’s maid and an obnoxious gentleman, Mr Charles Stafford, Cassie must unravel the mysterious illness afflicting Lord Miller. If Lord Miller kicks the bucket the house goes to Reginald Huxley, the brainless cousin from London.

Cassie’s task is to figure out who is poisoning the Lord of Ludlow without exposing herself to the ridicule of her peers, getting herself committed to the asylum or worse, married off to the first man who will have her.

Cassie must learn to hold her tongue, keep her pride in check and reign in her rebellious nature – because the fate of her entire family, for generations, rests on her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Lady Cassandra Miller frantically searches for her smelling salts or her trusted governess Miss. Blythe, whose soothing advice she would dearly love. Instead Cassandra finds some woman and a boy squatting in the Ludlow mansion; her father, her lady’s maid and all the servants have magically disappeared.

Tell-a-vision, the In-her-net, horseless carriages and women wearing pantaloons; Cassandra is afraid that she might have inhaled fowl air causing her to temporarily lose her senses.

Only when both girls can get over their pride, societal prejudices and self-importance will they be able to return to their rightful century. Until then, they are free to wreak maximum damage on their respective centuries.

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EXCERPT:

Cassie lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Smoking on school property was strictly forbidden.

Who cares!

A black Mercedes waited for her by the gates. News of Cassie’s suspension had travelled fast. She walked down the stone steps and across the green, her satchel swinging from her slim shoulders.

The Principal must have phoned Cassie’s mother straight after the Incident.

She narrowed her eyes at the dark car. Justice Miller of the Queen’s Bench had sent a driver. Irritated, Cassie flicked the half smoked cigarette onto the manicured lawn.

At Winchester Abbey Girls’ School, no student had ever been caught fighting. It was unheard of. The Principal had spent a good twenty minutes lecturing both Cassie and Becky ‘The Troll’ Travers.

‘My ladies should never lower themselves to that of brawling delinquents.’ Mrs Pritchford’s glasses slid down her nose as she gesticulated in annoyance. ‘You have a reputation to uphold for the junior girls. Your behaviour is inexcusable,’ she sniffed. ‘Now, would one of you care to tell me what is going on?’

Cassie had remained tight lipped. To confess that they had been fighting over a boy, a flaker like Dwane Rubens, was not an option. It didn’t matter anyway. Becky ‘The Troll’ Travers was the Vice-Principal’s niece. Cassie was as good as done for as soon as she threw the first punch.

Frustrated, she yanked open the door of the car and slid into the back seat. She buckled her seat belt and turned to stare out the tinted window, ignoring the driver. They changed all the time anyway, so what was the point in making conversation?

The trip across London passed in silence. Cassie daydreamed about having a full time job, her own car, independence. All she wanted was to finish her exams. Then she would be free. Maybe she would go to France, visit her Dad. That would really piss her mother off.

The car turned a corner and pulled into a tailback of lunchtime traffic. The chauffeur muttered something under his breath.

‘A few minutes more Miss,’ he said, trying to catch her eye in the rear view mirror.

Cassie grunted, resenting every second spent in the confines of the Mercedes’s plush leather upholstery.

Author Bio:

Caroline Healy is a writer and community arts facilitator. She recently completed her M.A. in Creative Writing at the Seamus Heaney Centre, Queen’s University. She alternates her time between procrastination and making art.

In 2012 her award winning short story collection A Stitch in Time was published by Doire Press. Fiction and commentary has been featured in publications across Ireland, the U.K. and more recently in the U.S. Caroline’s work can be found in journals such as Wordlegs,The Bohemyth, Short Story Ireland, Short Stop U.K., Five Stop Story, Prole, Literary Orphans and the Irish Writers’ Centre Lonely Voice

Her debut Y.A. novel, Blood Entwines was published by Bloomsbury Spark in August 2014 and she is in the process of writing the second book in the series, Blood Betrayal, as well as a short story collection, The House of Water.

She has a fondness for dark chocolate, cups of tea and winter woollies.

(More details can be found on her website http://www.carolinehealy.com)

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March 21st
blogs and coffee >> Guest post
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To Be Read >> Review

March 22nd
Celticlady’s Reviews >> Excerpt
So Few Books >> Interview
The Crafty Engineer’s Bookshelf >> Review
Captivated Reading >> Guest post

March 23rd
Mythical Books >> Top 10 List
Kara the Redhead >> Excerpt
Bibliofagista >> Review

March 24th
Wishful Endings >> Excerpt
The Avid Reader >> Interview
Mommaleena’s Blog >> Review

March 27th
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
The Book Adventures of Annelise Lestrange >> Review
Bookworm for Kids >> Interview
Married To Books Reviews and Blog >> Review

March 28th
The Avid Book Collector >> Excerpt
POTL: All Things Books, Reading and Publishing >> Review
Padme’s Library >> Excerpt

March 29th
History from a Woman’s Perspective  >> Review

March 30th
The Silver Dagger Scriptorium >> Spotlight
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Blazing #BlogTour: Tea For Two by Kailee Reese Samuels

Tea for Two
Kailee Reese Samuels
(The SoS Series)
Publication date: March 28th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

He’s hot.

He’s young.

He’s bad.

And Sal Raniero can’t keep his ass out of trouble.

He’s spent months learning to keep clients happy to line his wallet. When an unlikely friendship spins his world upside down, Sal ends up discovering the girl of his dreams. Chasing after Bertie the only way he knows how, Sal pushes out of his comfort zone and forces everyone to realize how far he’ll go to get what he wants.

Welcome to the story of Sal & Bertie… where some dreams only end in a nightmare.

TEA FOR TWO – The SOS Series – Book 2 is set within the Juliet world and provides further glimpses into Salvatore Raniero’s backstory.

KAILEE REESE SAMUELS writes contemporary, romantic, and suspense, with an erotic flair. Let her words whisk you away, escaping with delicious guys, toe-curling kisses, and addictive stories.

WARNING: This book contains graphic BDSM, strong sexual situations, and explicit language. Contents intended for MATURE readers 18+ ONLY.

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EXCERPT:

In a violet polka dot dress and white sweater, Bertie looked like she should be playing bridge and sipping cocktails with the ladies. She embraced who she was wholeheartedly and without apology, her dedication to her authentic self remained evident.

“How’s it going?” Bertie handed Sal a sweet ginger peach tea and kissed Earl on the cheek.

“Okay,” Sal breathed. His chest muscles swelled from moved his ass to get the roses in before dark. “Is…”

“She’s fine.” The moment Bertie said it, Sal saw Kaci’s bright hair go walking towards the car. “She’s running to town to get some things for dinner. You should come take a rest.” Bertie winked at Sal in an attempt to get Earl to sit down.

“Oh! Ya! I’d love too!” Sal played along, feigning exhaustion. He smirked discreetly at Bertie as she walked next to him.

She glanced over to him, and without a sound from her lips she mouthed, “Thank you.”

At the back of the church, the covered porch stood with several rocking chairs. As Earl made his way inside, Sal parked his rump on the stairs. After Bertie had closed the door for her grandfather, she came up and sat close to Sal.

“Smoke?” she offered.

“Dear god, I’d love one.”

She opened the pack for him, and he slid one out. When he did, Bertie innocuously ran her hand over his back. Her touch sent a shiver through him.

“You’re soaked! Get that shirt off before you catch pneumonia!” Bertie hopped up, running into the house.

With the cigarette between his lips, he unbuttoned his damp shirt and tossed the ball cap off. Sal glanced at Bertie, who had reappeared and was studying him. Handing him a red plaid shirt, she blushed. “It’s easy to see what she sees in you.”

Putting on the shirt, he left it unbuttoned. He chuckled anxiously, “This is just…”

“Not what you expected,” Bertie finished, laying her hand a top his own.

“No. Not at all.” Sal shook his head with a smile and held onto her hand from beneath.

“Stop worrying you are going to offend me and just say what’s on your mind.”

“I don’t think I can to be honest.”

“Sure you can. Open up your mouth and talk to me. I won’t bite,” her words dripped slow like honey. “Stop thinking about my dick that you think I want to use like a man, Sal. That’s just a hiccup.”

Letting all his tension go, Sal laughed—a real, genuine laugh. “Are you going to…finish?”

Bertie caught his moss colored eyes with her own sparkling stormy grayish blues. “Am I going to have surgery? Probably one day. It’s not real high on my priority list at the moment. Granddad is dying.”

Heavy with emotional turmoil, his eyes peered into her soul. “I’m sorry I misjudged you.”

She squatted with her knees together, and reflected an intimate look. “Sal, it’s alright. Chill out. Have fun. Stop stressing. Remember, I…am…harmless.”

Feeling at ease, Sal smirked as her long eyelashes blinked at him.

Before he knew it, Bertie pressed her pretty, red lips against his own. Although his head knew better, he wanted to kiss her back—a full-on Raniero tongue-lashing. But he didn’t give her that for fear of what his fighting pixie would think or do to him. He wanted him and Kaci to work out, so he had to be good. He must keep his mind in check over his eager body.

The kiss was just a kiss. But his eyes were planted firmly on her tight derriere as she walked to the door. Everything about her sent him into overdrive. But he felt he was unobtainable for her, and that just made him hate himself that much more.

Bertie opened the door with a seductive grin, her generous, dark curls luring him in like bait. “Sal, I said I was harmless with Kaci. I didn’t say I would be with you.”

Author Bio:

Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse.

Storyteller.

KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her characters ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.

Creativity is the way to change.

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March 15th
Don’t Judge, Read >> Review
Captivated Reading >> Excerpt
Books,Dreams,Life >> Interview

March 16th
Crazykalm >> Review
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Summer’s Eve Reads >> Review
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All Things Dark & Dirty >> Excerpt

March 21st
Craves the Angst Book Blog >> Guest post

March 22nd
T’s Stuff >> Interview
Book Addict >> Review

March 23rd
The Pursuit Of Bookiness >> Review

March 24th
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt

March 27th
The Musing of Author Jeanne St. James >> Excerpt

March 28th
underneath the covers >> Excerpt
Lisa Loves Literature >> Review

March 29th
The Avid Reader >> Interview
Best-When Read Daily >> Review

March 30th
Another Book Hangover  >> Guest post

March 31st
Liz Gavin’s Blog >> Review

April 3rd
Barbara’s Book Blog >> Excerpt
Just Us Book Blog  >> Excerpt

April 4th
Padme’s Library >> Interview
Between The Bookends >> Review

April 5th
Naughty Book Eden >> Excerpt
Chill and read >> Review

April 6th
Romantic Fanatic >> Review

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Blazing #BlogTour: Define Us by Serena Kearney

Define Us
Serena Kearney
(Scarred Bullet, #3)
Publication date: March 17th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

I’m supposed to be strong.

Until I found I was in a relationship I swore I would never be in.

I didn’t know how trapped I was until Dean Sailer walked into the diner, making me question who I turned into.

Dean reeked of overconfidence. He’s sarcastic and thinks he’s funny.

The worst part is I find myself smiling when I don’t feel like it. He brought out something inside me that I locked away a long time ago.

I wanted nothing to do with him.

I wanted to stay contained in my world.

When tragedy threatens the life of me and my best friend, he’s the one I find myself relying on.

He’s there for me when no one else is.

No matter how much I try to resist Dean Sailer, he seems to delve deeper into a place I thought was gone.

Can I change?Or will I be the definition of what I’ve made myself out to be?

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EXCERPT:

“Ranch, please?” Damn, this is so weird and I think he heard it in my voice.

He laughed and got up and came back with the bottle. “Anything else?” he asked before he sat down.

“No, thank you.” I started squirting it on my plate and dipping my pizza in it, when the music on the movie came on and the title flashed in big letters. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh.

“What? What’s the big deal?” Dean laughed next to me.

I swallowed the pizza and looked over at him and lifted my brow. “Out of all those, you pick Rush Hour?”

“Hey, Jackie and Chris are hilarious together. Add some action and babes and you are set!” He gave a wink and then looked down at my plate and cringed. “Ranch on your pizza, really?”

“Have you tried it?” I held it up to him.

“No!” He tilted his head back like it was garbage I was shoving at him.

“Dean, come on, try it!” I moved it closer.

He bent his head down and sniffed it like he’d never seen ranch before. He took his pizza on his plate and dipped it in and then took a bite. His narrowed eyes and pulled brows were waiting to be disgusted, but then his whole face relaxed and his brows lifted up as he nodded his head slightly.

Damn, he is way too cute.

“Wow, this is actually really good.” He turned and dipped more, almost taking all of it.

“Hey! Get your own!” I put my plate back in my lap.

“Why the hell has this not been a requirement for pizza?” He took the bottle and squeezed him out a huge dollop and then continued eating. “Oh, I love this scene!” he pointed at the TV. We were at the part where the two cops were interfering with his undercover C-4 trade. “Look at their faces!” He almost spits his pizza as he laughed, which made me laugh even harder.

Author Bio:

I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped since.

One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.

So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.

My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.

I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.

And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Shattered Pack by Aileen Erin

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shattered pack coverShattered Pack (Alpha Girl #6)
by Aileen Erin
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy
Release Date: March 28th 2017
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Summary:

Meredith Molloney never thought she’d find a mate, let alone someone like Donovan Murry—one of the most powerful Alphas alive. Now that she’s no longer cursed and the evil Luciana Alvarez has been taken care of, she thinks life will finally settle down. Boy, has she never been so wrong.

In the middle of the night, Donovan gets a call telling him that his pack has gone to pieces. The news that his second in command has been found brutally murdered has Donovan packing his bags for Ireland, but the last thing Meredith wants to do is leave Texas. She’s heard about how the Celtic Pack are with outsiders. And Donovan has more than a few exes in the pack that will be less than friendly.

Meredith’s never let a few angry wolves stop her, and she’s not about to start now. She’s faced down much worse the past few months. But when she gets there, she finds that it’s not just a few exes who stand in the way between her and her Full Moon Ceremony with Donovan.

Meredith is thrust in to a deadly game of pack politics, one the fey have happily joined in on. When the dust settles, she knows she’ll either have everything that she wants or lose it all.

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5 Things You Don’t Know About Meredith

 

  1. Meredith is a member of the American Wayfarer Pack.

The world is divided up among packs, but Meredith’s is different, mostly made up of Cazadores. When big bads start acting up—vampires, feys gone murderous, leprechauns running amuck—they fly in to save the day. That’s why Meredith is a super awesome fighter. She was trained by her herd of brothers—not to mention the rest of her pack—since she could walk.

 

  1. Meredith’s pack was against her going to St. Ailbe’s Academy.

Annoying as it is, women in the packs don’t have a ton of independence. Especially in the Wayfarer pack. (Don’t worry. Tessa and Meredith are going to change all that. 😉 ) There are only a few women in the Wayfarer Pack. Meredith, her mother, and her nanny Ciara. Which is why Meredith wanted to get out so badly. But the Cazadores wanted to protect her. How could they do that if she wasn’t with them? And don’t get them started about Luciana cursing her… That would never have happened with them watching over her. But even with all the craziness, Meredith was glad she left. She made some amazing friends, learned a lot about other supernaturals, and most importantly, she never would have met Donovan if she hadn’t been at St. Ailbe’s. Who could regret that?

 

  1. Meredith’s nanny, Ciara, is more like her mom than her bio mom.

Meredith and her mother have never seen eye to eye. So, when Ciara sought refuge with the Wayfarers from the Irish Pack, Meredith clung to her. Now that Meredith is going to be joining Donovan’s notoriously cliquish Irish Pack, she’s going to need Ciara more than ever.

 

  1. For a while, Meredith thought about leaving the packs behind, going to a human college, and getting a job.

Sure, she was cursed to stay in her human for during that time. Since she couldn’t shift, she was basically human anyhow! Why not give it a shot? Seemed like a real chance at freedom from her overpowering pack. And when everything is going crazy, she still things about it. If she were human, what would she be doing? It’s nice to dream.

 

  1. Meredith is obsessed with reality TV.

Having never been integrated with humans, she finds it unendingly fascinating. Especially Finding Bigfoot. But really, she’ll watch any of it. She also thinks the fact that E! cancelled The Soup to be one of the biggest tragedies of her lifetime so far. When she’s busy at school, she can’t keep up with it all. The Soup was her way to keep up to date with human pop culture in 30 minutes. If anyone can fix this crime against society, she’d been in their debt. And having a Were like Meredith on your side is a very good thing. So, any takers?

About the Author

aileen erinAileen Erin is half-Irish, half-Mexican, and 100% nerd–from Star Wars (prequels don’t count) to Star Trek (TNG FTW), she reads Quenya and some Sindarin, and has a severe fascination with the supernatural. Aileen has a BS in Radio-TV-Film from the University of Texas at Austin, and an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She lives with her husband in Los Angeles, and spends her days doing her favorite things: reading books, creating worlds, and kicking ass.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Bullet Series by Jade C. Jamison

Find out why readers have dubbed Jade C. Jamison the “Queen of Rock
Romance” with the complete Bullet series, described as “gritty,”
“raw,” and “real.” Realistic rock stars, real
angst and heartache in this true-to-life glimpse of sex, drugs, and
rock and roll.
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Bullet
Bullet Series Book 1
by Jade C Jamison
Genre: New Adult, Rock Star Romance
What if you discover the man you want is toxic?
She tasted a little bit of heaven with him, and now they’ve gone
through hell and back, but can their relationship take anymore?
Valerie Quinn is a naïve college freshman when she meets on-the-rise rock
star Ethan Richards. He’s an idealistic, handsome, reckless young
man, but he’s captured her heart. She doesn’t give up on him and
eventually his walls crumble down. By the time Valerie has given
herself to him completely, she discovers he’s damaged and may be
beyond help. Can she save Ethan and their relationship before he
implodes, or will he self-destruct and take her with him?
Yes, this is the book you’ve been hearing all the buzz about!
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Rock Bottom
Bullet Series Book 2
The much-anticipated sequel to Bullet.
Rock star Ethan Richards has fought depression and a host of other demons
all his adult life, and it’s caused him to lose everything—his
wife, his son, his friends, and he almost loses the one thing that
means the most to him—his band. He hits rock bottom and believes
there is no way out.
Enter Jenna McCormick, a feisty drug and alcohol counselor, a woman with
her own share of troubles. She finds Ethan intriguing but keeps him
at a distance while trying to help him face life without crutches.
She feels a spark but denies it, knowing that a relationship with
unstable Ethan could be dangerous for both of them.
Ethan knows what he wants, though, and isn’t used to being told no. Jenna
isn’t willing to risk Ethan losing his tenuous grip on sobriety,
however, and is prepared to deny her deeper feelings to help Ethan
climb out of his hole, but he learns how to let go of his pain when
he finds that someone is prepared to walk with him through the
shadows. Can he convince Jenna that they should take a chance on love
or will they forever deny their feelings in an effort to keep Ethan
on the straight and narrow?
Feverish
Bullet Series Book 3
To be loved by the good guy
To be f**ked by the bad boy
He’ll make you FEVERISH either way…
Clayton “Jet” Smith has enjoyed acting the part of rock star god /
incorrigible bad boy since his breakup with rock goddess Valerie
Quinn. He’s racking up quite a score playing the field, and he has
no plans to settle down anytime soon. His biggest problem these days
is meeting his obligations. He’s so busy having fun, he forgets the
important things.
To help him out, he hires recent graduate Emily Brinkman to be his
personal assistant, and he quickly finds a fire burning in his belly
for her. There are two problems, however. The first is that Emily is
engaged to be married, a fact that leaves Jet unfazed. The second
problem isn’t so easy to surmount, though: Emily is disgusted and
unimpressed by both sides of the man.
Will Clay find a way to persuade Emily to try him out, not just for one
night, but for all time?
Feverish moves the Bullet story forward, but the book can be read as a stand
alone title. You don’t want to miss this one!
Fully Automatic
Bullet Series Book 4
You might think you know rock star Brad Payne’s story, but think again.
There’s so much more to his story than what Valerie knew. See Brad
before Valerie came into his life and, when he was playing back
burner to Ethan, see what Brad was up to when no one else in the band
was looking.
Valerie might have thought she and Brad were inevitable and maybe, in the
back of his mind, Brad might have felt that way too, but he didn’t
just sit around waiting for her. See the secret side of Brad that you
had no idea existed. What kept the driving force behind Fully
Automatic focused even while his heart was breaking?
This story can be read as a standalone.
Slash and Burn
Bullet Series Book 5
Is theirs a match made in heaven…or hell?
Nick Channing, drummer for Fully Automatic, has never taken relationships
seriously. He’s had fun and met dozens of women—mostly one-night
stands—and he prefers it that way. From his parents to his friends,
he’s witnessed love and relationships firsthand and believes women
are nothing but a headache.
Nick, Brad, and Val team up again to launch her new band Val Hella. There’s
one problem, though: they still need a bassist. They audition dozens
of women, trying to find the perfect one and settle on Sabrina, known
onstage simply as Sinna, a bad ass metal head who’s perfect for the
band: pierced, tattooed, dressed in black from head to toe, and she
handles her bass with precision. She is a force to be reckoned with
and Nick is smitten.
When Nick gets her alone the first time to lay on the charm, he’s met
with a coolness he’s never experienced. Sabrina is mysterious and
thoroughly unimpressed with Nick and his behavior, and that’s when
he decides he has to have her. As he falls headlong for her, he
discovers her secrets, one dark shadow at a time. He thinks she loves
him back, but he can’t be sure. By the time he’s completely down
the rabbit hole, his heart’s so entangled, he fears he might not be
able to save himself. Can she save him or will she wreck him for all
time?
Locked and Loaded
Bullet Series Book 6
The FINAL book in the Bullet series.
Is it too much to believe that someone keeps returning to your life
because it’s meant to be?
Zane Carson is an idealistic young man with one big skeleton in his closet
when he first meets Jennifer Manders in college. They date only to
break up soon after. The sexual attraction is like an electromagnet
but they fight like alley cats. The relationship just isn’t worth
it.
Zane’s band Fully Automatic breaks big about the same time Jennifer finishes
college. One summer afternoon, they meet for coffee and sparks fly
once more. It’s off again, on again, but they just can’t make it
work and break it off for good, deciding it’s not worth the effort.
But Zane is drawn to her and, during a break in the music action, he
tracks her down again, willing to change himself for her and needing
to give her one last try. The attraction is as strong as ever, but
now Jennifer is hiding something from Zane—something big, something
that threatens to extinguish the spark for good. When Zane discovers
her secret, will he be able to forgive her or will that be the end?
For years, Jade C. Jamison tried really hard to write what she thought
was more “literary” fiction, but she found herself
compelled to write what you read by her today–sometimes gritty, raw,
realistic stories and other times humorous, light tales–but most of
the stories she writes revolve around relationships and characters
finding their way through life. While she doesn’t confine herself to
just one genre, nor is there a nice neat label for what she writes,
most of her work could be called erotic romance. Her main writing
passions include rock star romance, romantic comedy, and romantic
suspense.
She lives in Colorado with her husband and four children.
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Blazing #BlogTour: Nate Temple Chronicles by Shayne Silvers

Obsidian Son
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 1
By Shayne Silvers
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
A city that doesn’t believe in magic. Bloodthirsty weredragons. Good
thing this reckless playboy has superpowers…
It’s been said that monsters cry when a good man goes to war. But they
should run screaming like little school girls when that man is
secretly a wizard, and maybe not necessarily good…
Nate Temple’s all-consuming quest to avenge his parents is temporarily
put on hold when shape-shifting dragons invade St. Louis. And perhaps
cow-tipping the Minotaur for answers might not have been Nate’s
smartest opening move, because now every flavor of supernatural thug
from our childhood nightmares is gunning for him. Nate learns that
the only way to save his city from these creatures is to murder his
best friend…
Nate’s choice will throw the world and his own conscience into cataclysmic
chaos: avenge his parents or become a murderer to save his city.
Because to do either, he’s going to have to show the world that
magic is very, very real, and that monsters are very, very hungry…
To survive, he might just need to take a page from the book, How to
Win Friends and Influence Monsters.
If you like Jim Butcher, Kevin Hearne, or Patrick Rothfuss, you will
LOVE the first installment of The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller
series.
Blood Debts
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 2
A Wizard, an Angel, and a Horseman of the Apocalypse walk into a bar…
The ancient pact between mankind, Heaven, and Hell has been broken. And
this upstart wizard’s quest for vengeance may have just kicked off
Armageddon. So, time for a drink… or maybe two.
Already plagued with sinister night terrors that could qualify him as a
card-carrying psychopathic insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to
put his pants on in the morning, let alone pick teams for the
Apocalypse.
But when he’s framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of
Heaven, and hunted down by both his allies and the Four Horsemen,
this wizard doesn’t think it can get any worse…
Then they take away his magic. And a wizard without magic stands no chance
against the forces of Heaven and Hell…
Grimm
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 3
The Brothers Grimm – legendary supernatural assassins – have escaped
their prison, and their first day in St. Louis could be Nate Temple’s
last…
Sharing a beer with Death – one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse –
really put a few things into perspective for this foul-mouthed,
billionaire wizard. Like finally strapping on the boots to propose to
his girlfriend.
But assassination contracts have a way of putting wedding plans on hold.
Perhaps permanently. And with the entire wedding party on the
bloodthirsty Grimm’s hit-list, and his family fortune in jeopardy,
Nate realizes they can’t run and they can’t hide. So, time to do
magic and stuff…
But with every flavor of supernatural thug teaming up to help the Grimms,
Nate realizes that friends have become enemies and enemies have
become friends, and he’s forced to cross lines that are better left
uncrossed.
When magic, claws, and teeth dance to the song of war, the only thing left
to learn is who lives and who dies. And if Nate can live with the
consequences.
No wonder a guy is terrified to propose…
Silver Tongue
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 4
My resume is pretty full: I’ve cow-tipped the Minotaur, decimated a
gang of weredragons, sucker-punched an Angel, and eaten pancakes with
the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse…
I’ve kidnapped one of the most powerful wizards on the planet, and
slaughtered the Brothers Grimm. I’m kind of a big deal.
But I never thought I’d find myself at a crossroads, a pawn in a deadly
game that I hadn’t known existed, willing to sell my soul to save
the life of someone I loved… That’s when I learned true fear,
because the world I thought I knew was all just smoke and mirrors,
and I was just a puppy playing amongst wolves…
Beast Master
The NateTemple Chronicles Book 5
What do you do for Thanksgiving Dinner when your guests are Death, an
Angel, and a slew of other monsters? You have a nerf gun war, of
course… But the Queens of Fae want to crash his party. And the
Beast Master is abducting shifter children for a Monster Circus.

Thanksgiving Dinner plans with Death, an Angel, a vampire, Achilles, and a slew of
other monsters are cut short because a Monster Circus has come to
town. And the Beast Master needs new Monsters for his show…
But the Queens of Fae also want a little deep-fried wizard for the
holidays.
Oh, and Nate is losing that last finger-hold on his
sanity: hallucinating, and talking to creatures that no one else can
see. The ancient demon inside of him is getting stronger, fighting
for dominance, and only one of them can survive.
But when a wizard curses Nate, extorting him to rescue a lethal Chimera child
from the Beast Master’s Circus, Nate’s only option is to partner
with his inner demon, risking his very soul. But his friends begin to
doubt and fear this new, darker Nate, taking matters into their own
hands – even when that means standing against him.
With allies turned enemies, the Fae breathing down his neck, and a
dangerous child’s life on the line, Nate must call upon, bully, and
coerce new storybook legends and gods to save his traitorous friends
from becoming the Beast Master’s next victims…
Discover what – if anything – Nate is willing to sacrifice to save the
friends who betrayed him…
Shayne is a man of mystery and power, whose power is exceeded only by his
mystery. In other words, a storyteller.
He currently writes the Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series, which
features a foul-mouthed young wizard with a chip on his shoulder
attempting to protect St. Louis from the various nasties we all know
and fear from our childhood bedtime stories. Nate’s been known to
suckerpunch an Angel, cow-tip the Minotaur, and steal Death’s horse
in order to prove his point. His utter disregard for consequences and
self-preservation will have you laughing and cringing on the edge of
your seat.
Shayne holds two high-ranking black belts, and enjoys conversing about
anything Marvel, Magical, or Mythological. You might find him writing
in a coffee shop near you, cackling madly into his computer screen
while pounding shots of espresso.
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Blazing #BlogTour: Quick Fix by Ashley Suzanne

 
Title: Quick Fix
Author: Ashley Suzanne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 16th, 2017
Cover Design & Graphics by : Laura Hidalgo
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
Quick Fix by Ashley Suzanne
 
I had it all… a job I loved, a home I built and a husband who couldn’t keep it in his pants. After months of storing up evidence of his infidelity, I finally grew a pair and filed for divorce, ensuring I got everything. This isn’t about me being vindictive, it’s about getting my fair share. I put in much more than he ever did. 
 
On a night out with my best friend to celebrate the sudden loss of two hundred pounds of dead weight, I met a much younger guy, Tanner, who made me feel things my pathetic excuse of an ex-husband ever did… ever. 
 
I wasn’t looking for more than one night, and that’s all Tanner promised. I can tell you this, even with my lack of experience, not all men are created equal. Some just have… more. I may not be the youngest model in the showroom, but Tanner made sure to remind me that I was just as sexy as I was in my youth.
 
We all need something to get us through, and Tanner was my quick fix.


 



 

 




 
 
 

 

 
          Before I know it, Tanner’s standing and wrapping my legs around his waist. He doesn’t move very far before setting me back on my feet. 
 
         “Turn around,” he commands. I do as he says—placing my back to his front. I expect him to push against me, but all I feel is the cool air between us, driving me crazy. Tanner takes foreplay to a whole new level—we’re quickly approaching fiveplay.
 



 
 
 
 
Ashley Suzanne, International Bestselling Author, mother of two, wife to one and creator of imaginary worlds, sexy characters and true love.  A resident of Metro Detroit, Ashley never leaves her bedroom and reads as much as she writes.
 
 
 
 

 

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Blazing #BlogTour: The Black Eagles Series by Kat Green

 
 
Title: The
Black Eagles Series
Author: Kat Green | @KatGreen00
Cover Designer: Vila Design | https://www.viladesign.net/ 
Strings
 
 
Strings starts with Melisa Webb, the other half of a famous
rock couple waking up in hospital after a savage attack. Her boyfriend Luke,
has been missing for days and nobody knows what happened to him. Melissa must
re-count all that has happened to them up until this point. The police begin a
search but it seems Luke Black, her soul mate and one of the world’s most
famous rock stars has vanished. There only clue is a crazed fan that hooked up
with Luke before meeting Melissa, who is hell bent on claiming her man. As the
search widens, Melissa and all connected to her are plunged into a deadly
situation. Will Luke be found in time or will everything come crashing down on
Melissa and his band.
 
 
 
Encore
 
 
Encore begins six month after the final events of Strings.
Melissa and Luke are putting their lives back together after all that happened
to them. Betrayal and lies has left them mentally and physically scarred but
they are determined to fight it. Life seems to be looking up but when all seems
to be falling into place old enemies are unwilling to let them forget. Melissa
soon realises that it isn’t over and their lives are once again about to be
destroyed.
 


 


 
Finale
 
 
Finale is the conclusion to the series. Our rock couple have
been through more than enough heartache and just want to have some peace. Luke
returns from tour and hopes for a drama free break. After a shattering series
of events nobody would begrudge them that. They set about with positivity and
determination to not let the past ruin their future. Although they have beaten
the ghosts from the past it isn’t long before they are reminded that there are
always demons waiting in the shadows. Can they withstand the pressure and
survive one last time? Only time will tell.
 
 
 


 
Kat Green
was born Nov 1979 into a military family and moved around a lot during her
childhood. This shaped her into the person she is today. She is at ease with
meeting new people and adapting to new surroundings. Her family roots are from Stoke-on-Trent,
Staffordshire. Kat now lives with her husband and son on the south coast of
England, Portsmouth. She doesn’t pretend to be the best and is still growing as
a writer and having fun along the way. She loves books and has a busy
imagination. Her love for music plays a big part in her writing. Kat loves to
watch live bands and can usually be found at gigs around the UK. In 2010 she
lost her mother to blood cancer and it was time to put her words on a page.
Writing is her passion and her escape.
 
 
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Blazing #BlogTour: The Empty Room by Sarah J. Clemens

The Empty Room
by Sarah J Clemens
Genre: Psychological Suspense, Thriller, Mystery
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The two were quite uncertain as to why it seemed so difficult to step inside the room. They had trampled across every inch of the house and looked through the belongings of a man they had never met, but felt as though they were intruding to even stand outside the door of an empty room.

Dean was a problem solver though and had finally settled on a way to get over that feeling. As he stood behind Elizabeth, just outside of the door frame, and with his coffee cup still in one hand, he put the palm of his hand on her back and gave a strong push. She stumbled awkwardly into the room.

“There,” he said proudly as he took a sip. “What do you think?”

“I think that you’re going to have a hard time sleeping tonight,” she replied.

He found it ironic that he had already weighed that possibility before he shoved her, and had still decided to do so. He smiled. “I’m good with that.”

He took a few faltering steps behind her before taking a deep breath and stepping inside completely. They both looked around and identified the same exact features they had seen the first time they stood outside the door: an entirely empty room with a sheer white curtain covering the only window, now with a new perspective standing inside.

Compared to the rest of the rooms in the house, this room was small. It had a closet on the left wall and the window on the back wall, which looked out into the backyard. There was nothing special or unique about the room, except this one wasn’t crammed to the ceiling with personal touches.

Dean and Elizabeth stared at each other as though competing for a prize in a contest, when Dean’s concentration fixated on something else. She followed the direction of his eyes to the wall behind her which had abruptly claimed his attention.

He had only stepped a few feet inside of the room when he eyed something on the east wall behind his wife. As he walked around her, she turned to look. He still clenched his coffee cup tightly in his left hand but reached up his right hand and ran his palm along the wall. Elizabeth stood in silence behind him and waited for an explanation. His hand paused in areas and then continued up and down until he reached the corner of the room.

The wallpaper, which was striped with thick bands of blue and slender bands of green, had stolen his concept of the English language, and he ignored his wife’s persistent calling of his name.

“Dean? Dean. Dean!” she insisted without a response from him. She approached him from behind and grabbed ahold of his shoulder and shook him.

He stumbled back upon reality long enough to mumble, “What is that?” he said, half dazed.

Elizabeth’s curiosity had remained occupied on her husband’s behavior until she too caught sight of what he had been eyeing. Covered by the blue and green wallpaper was the faint and somewhat abstract outline of something beneath the paper.

“Go get me something to get this wallpaper down.” The sound of his voice was urgent. He

sat his coffee up on the window sill and ran both hands along the wall.

Elizabeth froze for a moment before turning toward the door. She had just reached the hall when he called out, “Hey, wait. Look at this. It peels off.”

She turned sharply on her heel and headed back toward him.

“Here, can you help me with this? I’ll grab the top corner,” he said.

Each gripping a piece of wallpaper, they slowly pulled back the sun-faded sheets as it wilted off the wall. The persistent rain and wet weather, along with a poorly insulated window would make for some mold problems later on down the road, but for now, it made the process of removing wallpaper move at a much more rapid speed, and with their joint efforts the paper pulled cleanly off the wall.

The two stood with the now crinkled wallpaper clutched in their hands. Dean released his grip and dropped the ball of paper. He took a step back from the freshly unveiled wall.

“What on…” Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open and she seemed faced with the same loss of speech that her husband had experienced moments ago.

The wall, originally painted a now-faded yellow color, was splattered in red. Dean reclaimed the step that he sacrificed an instant earlier and squinted at the wall. The two had questioned the intentions of a man who would leave everything he owned behind and they had possibly found the answer, but now, the question shifted to whether or not they wanted to know.

Rain soaked and dreary, it was a 1901 abandoned Victorian that newlyweds
Dean and Elizabeth Montgomery hoped would fulfill their dreams of a
new start in life, even if the town of Eastbrook, Maine was nestled
under a constant blanket of fog.
The first neighbor the couple meets dashes those hopes when he raises a
bizarre question: what happened to the last person who lived in their
house? A cryptic question, but nothing to worry about. At least not
until the couple looked under the floorboards inside the house.
Under mounting pressure from the residents of Eastbrook to stop questioning
the past, Dean and Elizabeth are driven deeper into the history of
the house, the town, and their neighbors. When the couple discovers
what happened in Eastbrook, keeping the secret could save their
lives, but uncovering the truth might be worth the risk.
What happened inside The Empty Room is a mystery until the last page. A
gripping psychological suspense, the story takes readers on a
cat-and-mouse game where some secrets are better off hidden.
Sarah J. Clemens is the author of the debut mystery novel, The Empty Room.
She started writing The Empty Room in 2008 and formed her own imprint
in 2016 called Off the Page Publishing.
She started out her professional career working as a news assistant for
her local newspaper before finding a passion for the law and pursued
an education in criminal justice. In addition to writing fiction, she
is also a legal assistant with an Associate of Arts and a Bachelor of
Science in Criminal Justice with an emphasis in Human Services.
Sarah was born in California and now lives and works in Boise, Idaho. She
has the same sarcastic sense of humor as the characters in her books,
and she has an unparalleled love for animals.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Celtic Fire by Liz Gavin

Celtic Fire
Liz Gavin
(Highland Celts Series, #1)
Publication date: January 31st 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Paranormal Romance

This is a standalone, historical/paranormal romance. Its mature themes – violence, religious war, and pagan rituals – might not be appropriate for audiences under 18.

When ancient gods ruled and Druids kept Faith alive, the Celts thrived as a democratic, matriarchal society. Then savage Roman soldiers swept across Europe, killing and enslaving. The Celts did not succumb without a fight. Their Old Ways survived centuries of ruthless domain until another menace loomed: a tortured god worshiped in cold stone buildings. The sacred shores of Avalon began to drift away, the mists threatened to hide the island from mortal eyes forever.

Against the bleak backdrop of war, the gorgeous Scottish Highlands stood tall, sheltering its inhabitants from greedy invaders. Yet the reach of the eagle banners was long and the highlanders turned to the Goddess for protection. However, the sacred groves felt silent and grim as Avalon faded away. Once sad, pealing bells began to sound strangely comforting while the high walls of monasteries offered an alluring barrier from violence. Caught in the middle of this centuries-old war, a young High Priestess might be Avalon’s last chance.

Wise beyond her years and powerful like no other Priestess in her lifetime, Rowen had served the Goddess faithfully, forsaking her family and the company of her soulmate. When the Lady of the Lake asks for another sacrifice, it might be one too many for her scarred heart. How could she obey the Goddess without betraying Caddaric? Could she trust Eochaid, who embodied everything she despised and hated? Would she be able to fulfill her duties without losing her soul?

Caddaric had been Rowen’s companion in countless lives; but, now, they existed in different realms. Beautiful Rowen lived in the mortal world while sweet Caddaric remained in the sacred isle of Avalon, watching over her. Could he step aside to allow another man – a flesh and blood man – to become her protector?

Eochaid had sworn to protect the Old Ways. The rude warrior never quite understood his faith yet his loyal heart belonged to the Goddess. A gorgeous, fiery High Priestess was not in his plans. He would risk his life to protect Rowen; but, would the Goddess safeguard his heart? Could he defend the bewitching maiden from himself?

When stakes were so high that a simple mistake could cost their very world, a priestess, a Druid, and a warrior must learn to trust each other and the mysterious ways of the Goddess. Their success would save Avalon. Their failure would tear the island from the human realm forever, condemning it to oblivion.

Failure was not an option.

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Caddaric

Night falls in the material realm, tearing the veil between the worlds and allowing me to reach Rowen’s house. Even though I feel like a criminal hiding from other human eyes, I reckon it’s wise to avoid being seen by the villagers. They’re faithful to the Goddess yet they don’t have the Sight, or knowledge, to understand how the spiritual world coexists with the material plane so they might get scared. As soon as the chants around the Samhain bonfire decrease in intensity, Rowen comes inside looking for me. She doesn’t need to search for long.

“I’ve missed you!” she whispers as her arms snake around my waist and I hold her close to me.

Inhaling her scent as sweet as the apple blossoms in Avalon, I kiss her forehead, “So have I.”

We sit in front of the fire pit, which will keep us warm during the cold October night. Her soft arm around my waist, her head on my shoulder.

“This isn’t fair. This world seems to have only one moment set aside for us instead of the eternity I’d like to share with you.”

“Your time in this plane unfolds faster than that in Avalon so it’s your impression; but, it isn’t necessarily so,” Rowen pouts and I can’t avoid chuckling at her childish reaction. I caress her lower lip with a thumb and whisper. “So unbefitting a High Priestess.”

I watch her fighting back a smile until she loses the battle, “Don’t mock me, Caddaric Seagha. It’s so lonely on this earth without you.”

Choosing not to engage in this old argument, because it’s pointless, I run my fingers through her red curls and stare into the dying fire, summoning courage to deny the request she’s about to make. I don’t need the Sight to know she’s going to ask me what she does on every sacred festival.

“Caddaric, will you lie with me?”

“You know we shouldn’t.”

“I’m not asking you to make love to me. I just wish to feel your arms around me like we used to do in past lives.”

“That I can do. I’m glad you’ve finally resigned yourself to our new roles in this life. Although the sacred days allow me an easier passage to your realm, my body doesn’t have the same desires as a human body does.”

Feeling her shiver against me, I tighten my hold and rub her arms to keep the chill away.

“I know that. It’s just that I sometimes feel as if we’ve been tricked into accepting our separation, like we had no say in that and it’s all been decided for us.”

“To some extent, it’s been the case. However, it’s the Goddess who has made the decision. She’s All-wise and All-knowing. Whatever her plans, they’re the best for us. Everything will be fine in the end.”

A heartfelt sigh indicates Rowen acknowledges my argument, despite the fact she might not agree with it. Kissing the top of her head, I pull her closer. I might not have carnal desires for her any longer, but the strong connection between us, which has been built throughout multiple past lives, warms up my chest, enveloping us in a cocoon of harmony and joy.

Author Bio:

International best-selling author Liz Gavin, has accomplished much in her short career. Her books have made to #1 and Top Five best-selling ranks in her home country Brazil and others as diverse as Japan, the UK and the US; both in English and Portuguese, collecting 5 and 4-star reviews. Nominated for a Summer Indie Book Award in 2016, and again in 2017, this RWA member constantly seeks new opportunities to improve her craft.

This thirst for knowledge propelled Liz to leave the comforts of family and friends in Brazil and move to California to pursue a Master’s degree in late 2015. She lives in sunny SoCal, where she’s researching the writing process, for her thesis, in hopes to figure out why she creates in English instead of her native Portuguese.

Liz Gavin writes in contemporary, paranormal, and historical genres. In her sexy stories, one finds smart, independent women, who don’t need rescuing by knights in shining armor, but indulge in steamy action with swoony Alpha males with big hearts. She also writes about women discovering their sexuality and finding happiness in unconventional setups.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Alex: Perfect Opposite by Zoya Tessi

ALEX: Perfect Opposite Book One (Extended edition)
Zoya Tessi
Publication date: January 23rd 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

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

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

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

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

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EXCERPT:

Sasha

I went to the kitchen and took some bread out of the cupboard, reached over for a tub of jelly on the countertop and froze. The next moment, before I could catch it in my throat, I let out a loud, high-pitched scream.

There, near my hand, was the biggest cockroach I’d ever seen. It didn’t seem to be going anywhere, either.

Hearing footsteps from behind me, I turned and almost screamed for a second time. With a knife gripped in one hand, Alex was poised in the doorway, ready to attack and looking mean. The pose didn’t hold for long, maybe only a fraction of a second after he realized there wasn’t any danger, and then all his muscles relaxed at once.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“I… I was hungry, and I saw…”

I felt ashamed when I realized I’d acted like such a sissy over a bug. With a hangdog expression, I regarded Alex in silence for a few moments, while he stood waiting for an answer.

“A cockroach.”

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

“A cockroach. A big ugly black one.” I bent my head and pointed my finger over to the sink.

“A bug? Jesus! I’d thought they’d come for you or some shit.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in here, but… since you are, can you kill it? I mean, you’re here now…”

He cursed loudly and raised one arm, then brought it down fiercely, sending something whistling through the air towards me, its progress ending in a sharp snap. I jerked reflexively and looked in his direction to find that he wasn’t moving anymore. Turning back to the cockroach, I saw his slick knife buried first through the bug and then into the counter.

Approaching in a hurry, Alex pulled it out by the handle, complete with the bug, which he scraped off on the rim of the trashcan. After that, offering no further explanations he just left the room, weapon in hand. With my mouth open in disbelief, I could only stare at the mark on the surface where the roach had been. I stood for a full five minutes like that.

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Author Bio:

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

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

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Marked by D. Laine

Marked
D. Laine
(Apocalypse Assassins Trilogy #1)
Publication date: March 28th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Post-Apocalyptic

For trained assassin Dylan Romero, business is good. As the agency’s top warriors, he and partner Jake Walker are the last two people evil wants to see on the other side of a gun.

When a mission takes them to the college town of Bozeman, Montana, they discover that there is more than just another mark in another town to keep them there. With a heavy concentration of vessels doing their demon masters’ dirty work and flesh-craving monsters lurking around every corner, the secluded Midwest town is set to become the first battleground of the apocalypse.

The last thing Dylan needs is a distraction. With the fate of the world at stake, the life of one girl shouldn’t matter – until the day she changes everything.

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Seconds later, the bartender set two matching drinks on the counter in front of the guy from the parking lot.

He wordlessly slid one of the glasses toward me. My eyes darted to his in surprise, and he shrugged. “You look thirsty.”

I picked up the glass with a grateful smile, and helped myself to a sip of the cool liquid. Jack and Coke—exactly what I wanted. He was observant. “Thank you.”

As he nodded, his eyes moved over my shoulder, in the general vicinity of Vivian. A small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He glanced up at me briefly before giving undivided attention to his drink. “How’s your boyfriend?”

“Who? You mean the guy from earlier?”

“Well, I’m not talking about him.” His head nodded across the bar, where David was doing his best to catch the waitress’s attention. “That poor fucker doesn’t stand a chance, does he?”

“David is my friend,” I responded defensively. “And Kyle isn’t my boyfriend. You’re wrong on both counts.”

His eyes snapped to mine, then slowly lowered. Heat followed his gaze as it swept across my lips before settling on my neck. I was forced to sweep the hair off my shoulders in an attempt to cool off. It didn’t help.

He squinted at my neck like he considered devouring me right then and there. With the hot ball of lava tumbling through me, and ultimately settling in my core, I considered letting him. One look. That was all it took.

No guy had ever . . .

Oh, God. Vivian was totally right.

His mouth curved like he had read my thoughts. Then his hand shot out to mine as he stated, “Dylan.”

I accepted his hand with a smile. “Thea.”

His head angled closer to mine. “Thea?” When I nodded, he leaned back with a smirk. “Are you a librarian, or something?”

“What?” I demanded, suddenly on edge.

“Hot librarian,” he corrected with a lazy shrug, as if that somehow made his comment less insulting. At my unamused glare, he used his hand to cover the smile spreading across his face, and muttered, “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever met a Thea before. It’s, uh . . .”

“A librarian’s name, apparently,” I finished for him sourly.

He chuckled. “I like it, alright? I do. In fact, you’ve given me a new standard to associate with the name Thea. Next time I hear it, I won’t imagine a ninety-year-old librarian. I’ll picture you instead.”

He somehow made me like the sound of him thinking about me, despite the example he used. Some small, gullible part of me liked it. The rest of me reared back with revulsion.

“Need to picture me to get you through the night, huh?” I quipped.

His lips pursed as he considered my question. Then a broad grin turned his lips up. “Never really gone for a good girl before. Unless it’s an act . . .” His eyes swept down the length of me with obvious interest, and I folded my arms over my chest to interrupt his uncensored gaze. When he finally made it back to my eyes, he hooked an inquisitive brow.

“It’s not an act,” I stated firmly, “and I don’t play games.”

He shook his head at the counter, and muttered, “I didn’t think so.”

“Not like it would matter anyway.” My eyes lowered to his lap in mock consideration, then to the drink in front of him. “You’ve had so many of those, I doubt you could even play your part at this point.”

Dylan’s head rolled back as a deep laugh rumbled through him. I refused to acknowledge how sexy it sounded.

“First of all . . .” He lifted a finger in the air. “I’m always up to playing my part. Got it?” I kept my arms folded, my face unreadable, as he lifted another finger. “Secondly . . . I find it interesting that you know how much I’ve had to drink tonight.”

My arms slowly uncrossed under his amused and knowing gaze. His eyebrows shot up in silent inquiry, and when I offered no explanation, his grin broadened.

“I thought so.” With a flirty wink, he turned in his seat to face the bar.

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Of Glitter And Gold by Sherry D. Ficklin

Of Glitter and Gold: A Canary Club Anthology
Sherry D. Ficklin
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: March 27th 2017
Genres: Historical, Young Adult

Set during the flamboyant anything-goes era of 1920’s America, these three tales are filled with intriguing characters and rich imagery from the time period—with flappers, jazz music, gangsters, and lavish wealth. Escape to a different decade today with the compelling stories of the Canary Club Anthology.

Novelette 1- Gilded Cage

Masie, the flaxen-haired daughter of notorious bootlegger Dutch Schultz, returns home from boarding school to find her family in crisis. Her mother is dangerously unstable, her father’s empire is on the brink of ruin, and the boy she once loved has become a ruthless killer for hire. To keep her family’s dangerous secrets, Masie is forced into a lie that will change the course of her future—and leave her trapped in a gilded cage of her own making.

Novelette 2- All That Glitters

A dame with brains, moxie, and killer curves, June West isn’t your average flapper. She’s managed to endear herself to the son of one of the most powerful gangsters in New York, earning herself a spot in the limelight that she’s always longed for. With the infamous playboy at her side, June has become accustomed to living the high life. Lavish parties, expensive clothes, sparkling jewels—nothing is beyond her reach. But when her carefully woven web of lies finally catches up with her, she must make an impossible choice… come clean about her past and risk losing everything, or find a way to bury her demons—once and for all.

Novelette 3 – Nothing Gold

Dickey has been down on his luck since the day he was born. Flat broke and sick of being looked down on, he meets young socialite Lillian at a wild party. The connection is like a strike of lightning. From a wealthy New York family, this debutante is everything he’s been told he can never have—and the only thing he wants. Determined to win her, he knows the only way to get her parents approval is with cold hard cash. So when a shot at the biggest score of his life comes around, he just can’t refuse…

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It’s easier than I imagined to sneak into the party. The music is so loud and the crowd so enormous that no one sees me wind my way through the shrubs on the outskirts. The massive estate is far enough away from the city that I had to hitch a ride to get here, and I’ll have to time my exit just right to make the train back to Manhattan.

Brushing off my secondhand suit coat, I enter the party via the back patio. A wide pool is filled with people, most still in their fancy evening wear. My eyes slide past them, searching for the one person at this shindig that I know. I scan past butlers with white gloves holding silver trays covered in champagne glasses, past gleeful dames in short skirts with blood-red lips, and past gents in their glad rags I can tell with one glance cost more dough than I make in a year working at the mill.

When I finally see him, his pinstripe suit, matching fedora, and red pocket square, he’s standing atop the massive staircase on the ledge overlooking the party. Deacon Brewer, the reason I’m here tonight. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his trousers as he chats up a fella I don’t recognize, along with the dame hanging off his arm. Plastering on an easy grin, I wind my way through the people, helping myself to a glass of bubbly as I head for the stairs. The stone steps are covered in gold confetti, the whole place practically dripping with it. Long, red velvet drapes hang from arched windows, and leafless branches painted gold and draped with crystal beads sit in tall vases in every corner. Nothing has been left un-gilded.

I shake my head at the audacity. Might as well have a neon sign—someone, please rob the joint.

Deacon sees me coming and dismisses himself from his conversation, welcoming me with an open hand.

“Dickey Lewis, glad you could make it, boy,” he offers warmly.

As if I had a choice.

“Of course, Mr. Brewer,” I respond with more warmth than I feel. Truth is that I’m in deep to Deacon after a few bad bets at his club last month, and he opted to make me work it off rather than take it outta my hide. I suppose that makes him clever, but I can’t help the gnawing feeling that this is a debt I may never fully repay. “What’s the score?” I ask, lowering my voice.

Draping an arm across my shoulders, he walks me through the glass doors and into the house. Still crammed with people drinking, dancing, and generally wrecking the joint, he pulls a cigar from his vest pocket with his free hand.

“Upstairs in the den is a lovely Monet, behind which is a very large safe. Cash, some baubles, and a bankbook are inside. I don’t care about the rest; you take what you need. But the bankbook needs to find its way into my hands tomorrow morning by eight am.”

I take a deep breath, rolling my tongue over my teeth before answering, “How am I supposed to get into the safe?”

He barks a deep laugh, slapping me on the back. “Guess you’ll have to get a little creative. Just get in, get out, and don’t let nobody see ya, got it?”

All I can do is nod and watch him swagger away. Sure, I’ve boosted loot before, but always simple jobs, smash and grabs. Nothing like this. What have I gotten myself into this time?

Still, whatever else is in there is mine for the taking, I tell myself. Could be a big pay day, judging by the looks of the place.

I wander casually through the house, trying to look as if I belong while also counting the number of cops and guards watching the area. It’s not as many as I expected. I grab a dark-haired dame by the waist, offering her a charming smile and asking for a dance. We Charleston together for two songs, finally stopping to imbibe more champagne. When I ‘accidently’ stumble into her, she spills the contents of her glass on my jacket, fumbling a wide-eyed apology.

Waving her off with a smile, I hand her my glass, “You take this, and I’ll go find a place to wash up.”

“You could always take a dip in the pool, honey,” she says, batting her eyelashes.

Beside her, a gentleman points up a secondary set of stairs near the front door. “Washroom is up there, I think.”

I mutter a thanks and a promise to return, then make my way up the stairs, continuing to stumble around as if drunk, occasionally opening a door to find a couple necking or a room full of folks smoking the Indian hop in long pipes.

Finally, the thumping of the music fading below me, I make my way to the library. Beyond that, I find the only locked door on the entire floor. Digging into my pocket, I pull out my lock kit, a simple flattened iron jimmy and a hooked pick. Sliding both in the lock, I slide them back and forth, listening for the mechanism inside to release. It doesn’t take long and the door springs open, allowing me to step inside and close it quickly behind me. It’s dark except for the glow of a single lamp atop a massive oak desk, behind which is a tall arched window overlooking the front of the estate. From this spot, I can see the cars lined up along the circular drive, partygoers coming and going in wild abandon. Pulling the pocket watch from my vest, I wipe my fingers across the cracked glass face, checking the time. Only thirty minutes until the train. If I miss it, it’ll be two hours before the next one. Not the end of the world, unless someone notices the lift before I’m gone. That’s a long time to stick around with a pocket fulla stolen goods.

I glance around me, the blood chilling in my veins. Every wall except the one with the window is covered in framed paintings. And I have no idea which one is a Monet.

Scrambling, I begin lifting each, checking the wall behind for any sign of the safe. Finally, on the opposite wall from where I started, I find it. Carefully lifting the heavy canvas free, I set it on the floor and turn my attention to the wall safe. It’s not large, about the size of a bread box with a spinning combination dial in the center. Unsure what else to do, I pull the pocket knife free from my trousers and flick it open, trying to wedge it between the door and the frame. As soon as I do, I know it’s going to be futile. The thing is heavy steel; no way my knife is gonna bust it open. Putting it away, I begin spinning the dial at random, praying I’ll get lucky.

I’m so flustered I don’t hear the door open or the footsteps from behind me until it’s too late.

“It’s my birthday,” a voice offers, making me spin, hands balled into fists to fight my way free from the room.

The dame is tall, her garnet-red hair rolled into bouncy curls and pinned in a messy heap at the back of her neck. Her dress is green, almost the same color as her eyes, and it hugs her slender frame as if it were a second skin. Even the long strings of pearls twined around her neck seems completely natural, not just a decoration but an extension of her. I take a breath, blinking, momentarily stunned. She drapes one hand on her hip, her entire body listing to the side as she points to the safe.

“The combination,” she repeats. “It’s my birthday.”

Finally recovering my voice, I stammer. “I was, uh, just…”

The corners of her mouth turn upward. “Breaking into my father’s safe?”

I don’t know what to say. I feel her in the room, the way one might feel the air change right before a storm, a heaviness that settles in, leaving my soul with a sense of foreboding. My instincts battle inside me. Do I grab her and tie her to a chair, or do I flee? The weight of her gaze makes it impossible to think clearly.

“Relax,” she says, raising a glass I hadn’t noticed her holding to her lips and taking a slow drink. “I’m not calling the guards if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh? You’re just gonna let me crack this safe and walk away with whatever’s inside?”

She shrugs. “It’s not my money. What do I care?”

I lick my lips, sizing her up. A spoiled little rich girl who wants to stick it to Daddy. I’ve seen a few of those in my day. I can work with this—if I can get my head back on straight. It’s not like me to get so flustered by a dame, not even a high-quality one like this.

“Besides…” She sets the glass on the desk and saunters toward me. “It’s not like we don’t have enough.”

I catch a hint of her perfume in the air when she brushes by me, lavender and something else I can’t quite place. Taking the dial in her hand, she spins the knob until the door finally clicks, then she steps back, giving me a go-ahead gesture.

I hesitate, flicking glances at the bare skin where her neck meets her shoulder, at the creamy whiteness of her skin, before settling my eyes on her face. “What’s your name, doll?”

She looks down, sheepishly at first, but then raises just her eyes to look at me with an expression of bold defiance. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

I swallow, considering her offer. She’s already gotten a good look at me, enough to rat me out to the cops. The look on her face is one of challenge, I realize. She’s daring me to trust her.

“Dickey,” I say, pulling the flat cap off my head and holding it over my heart as I bow to her. “Dickey Lewis, at your service, Miss?”

“Lillian Rose Duke,” she answers. “But my friends call me Lilly.”

Replacing my hat, I grab the safe handle and twist, pulling open the heavy door. Grabbing a large wooden box first, I hold it out to her. Moving back, I grab two stacks of fresh bills and stuff them in the pockets of my suitcoat. Finding the bankbook last, I tuck it into the back of my pants before pulling my shirt and jacket over it.

I spin to Lilly, watching as she upends the box, spilling jewelry onto the desk in a pile. She picks through it, finally just scooping it all into her hand and sauntering over to me. Getting so close I feel the warmth of her, she grabs the lapel of my jacket, sliding the gold and stones into the inside pocket.

“Give these to your girl, Dickey Lewis.”

She releases my lapel, but doesn’t step away. Instead, she leans forward. Thinking she’s going to kiss me, I straighten in anticipation, but she just trails her fingers along my collar until she’s cupping the back of my neck.

“I ain’t got no girl,” I admit, my heart pounding behind my ribs.

“Well, isn’t that a shame?” she says, her lips a hair’s breadth from mine.

Unable to resist, I close the final distance between us, clutching her by the waist as I urge her lips to mine. I’ve never tasted gold before, but I imagine this is what it would be like—champagne, honey, and nerves of steel. When she finally pulls away, I’m gasping. Tugging tugs the white linen handkerchief from my pocket, she wipes my face, then hers, of her smeared lipstick before returning the hankie to its place.

“I hope to see you around, Dickey Lewis.”

With that, she spins on her heel and heads for the door, listening for a moment before pulling it open and stepping out. The room is instantly colder, the air thinner. I can finally breathe, can think.

As I slink from the party and disappear into the shadows, making my way down the street to the train station, I can’t force the sight of her from my mind, or the taste of her from my lips.

Even if it takes every penny in my pocket and every breath in my body, I will see Lillian Rose Duke again.

Author Bio:

Sherry D. Ficklin is a full time writer from Colorado where she lives with her husband, four kids, two dogs, and a fluctuating number of chickens and house guests. A former military brat, she loves to travel and meet new people. She can often be found browsing her local bookstore with a large white hot chocolate in one hand and a towering stack of books in the other. That is, unless she’s on deadline at which time she, like the Loch Ness monster, is only seen in blurry photographs.

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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: Waking The Dead by D. B. Sieders

The road to hell begins
when the reaper darkens her door.
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WAKING THE DEAD
D.B. SIEDERS
Series: Soul Broker # 1
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Suspense
Publisher: City Owl Press
Publication Date: March 28, 2017
The road to hell begins when the reaper darkens her door.
A chance encounter with a dying stranger opens an empathic connection between down-on-her-luck caregiver Vivian Bedford and the world of spirits. Lazarus Darkmore, a grim reaper in a charming and seductive package, seeks to recruit her as a soul broker. Guardian spirit Ezra and his new apprentice Zeke offer protection from the reaper–so long as she works on their side of afterlife management. But these guardians are no angels, and their methods leave Vivian fearing the price of their protection.
Her ability to channel conscious energy from the living, something no guardian or reaper can do, could be a game changer. If she can control it, she can use this power as leverage. And she needs a bargaining chip, especially when she discovers that incapacitated living mortals can supply energy for the spirit realm, making her disabled sister Mae a prime target for guardian and reaper alike.
Can she move from pawn to major player in order to save Mae, and herself, from a horrific fate beyond the simple and fleeting terrors of death?
I loved this story … it was well written and there were plenty of twists and turns in the story to keep your interest.
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Southern story telling around the campfire, at its level best.
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I was born and raised in East Tennessee and spent my childhood hiking in the Great Smoky Mountains, wading barefoot in creeks, chasing salamanders, fish, and frogs. We loved to tell stories while sitting around the campfire.
Those days of frog chasing sparked my interest in biology. I am a working scientist by day, but I never lost my love of telling stories.
I write contemporary fantasy, fantasy romance, and contemporary romance. My stories feature unlikely heroes and heroines who face a healthy dose of angst as they strive for redemption and a happily ever after, which everyone deserves. I live in Nashville, Tennessee with my husband, two children, three cats, and my very active imagination.
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Rapturous #Release #Blitz: Stripped Bare by Heidi McLaughlin

 
Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Title: Stripped Bare
Release
Date:

March 28th 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Publisher: Love Swept
 
 
 
 
 
 
What
readers are saying about STRIPPED BARE:
 
Stripped Bare is one of those stories that you
know is going to be great from the first page. It’s funny, extremely sexy,
emotional and heartbreaking which all combine for a sensational second-chance
romance read.
 
This is a modern day Pretty Woman but so much
better! Richard Gere has nothing on Finn McCormick!!
 
Oh wow. I have been in love with McLaughlin’s
writing since the start but this one could very much be my favorite book now by
her.
 
 
 
 
They don’t call it
the Strip for nothing. . . .
 
In this sinfully sexy Las Vegas
romance from bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin, a man who has it all reunites
with a woman who takes it all off.
 
Living in Sin City, Finn McCormick is
no stranger to one-night stands, but the last person he expects to find losing
big on the casino floor is a former high school fling. Even though Macey
Webster’s clearly down on her luck, she’s still a knockout, and she’s dressed
like a stripper—because she is one. Drunk off an unfamiliar cocktail
of lust, pity,
and compassion, Finn offers to pay
Macey’s debts if she cuddles up to him around town . . . and does whatever he
wants between the sheets.
 
Macey came to Vegas for one reason
only: money. She’s got a young daughter to support, and the tips
really are bigger in Vegas. But when she blows her earnings on
blackjack, her guardian angel is the rich boy who once stole her heart and
never called her back. Although Macey would love to turn the tables on Finn,
she can’t afford to refuse his proposition—and soon she’s enjoying herself much
more than she cares to admit. Macey’s used to baring her flesh, but baring her
soul will take far more courage.
 
 
Stripped Bare
Text Copyright © 2017
Heidi McLaughlin
All Rights Reserved
 
Chapter 1
Macey
The stench of
deep fry emanates from my clothes. I hate the smell and I know the other girls
can smell it, but I ignore the looks they’re giving me and hustle through the
dressing room to my locker. The older women and the ones that have been
stripping here longer always look down on the younger girls and the newbies.
I’m somewhere in the middle. I stripped here when I was younger, during my
first trimester with my daughter, and then again after she was born when I had
my figure back. Actually, stripping helped me tone as a result of all the pole
work that I had to do. I took some time off after that, but I always come back
because the money is fast and somewhat decent. Each time I leave, though, I say
that it’s for good and that was the last time and yet a few months later, I
always find myself back again, knocking on Lew’s door, and asking for my spot
in the rotation back. Girls come and go around here and in this business you
can’t expect to make a lasting connection with anyone.
I strip down and throw my dress, apron and nylons into my bag as
quickly as possible before the stench of grease becomes any more noticeable. I
change into a thong and bootie shorts, add tassels to my nipples and cover them
with a bra before slipping a tank top over my head and stepping into an old
pair of cowboy boots that I picked up
at the secondhand store. I have an array of costumes meant to hit
the mark on every fantasy a man can have. Cowboys, librarian, naughty
schoolgirl . . . you name it I’m doing it. I need the money. More so now than
ever. My kid is getting older and she’s seeing things she shouldn’t, like her
grandmother being so drunk that she can’t get up to answer the door, or strange
men in the house. She’s ten and shouldn’t have to babysit an adult. Nor should
she
have to live in the slums, but that’s on me.
Seventeen and pregnant isn’t how I saw my life. I had had enough
of living with barely any food, no new clothes and the strange looks, so I
swore that I was getting out. I was smart, got good grades in high school, but
none of that mattered once I found out I was knocked up and the baby daddy had
already left town. I tried to tell his mother, but she took one look at me and
shut the door. Back then I didn’t, but I do now. I’d take that money and run
right across the tracks, under the bridge and through the fucking blueberry
bushes if it meant my kid wasn’t going to be a victim of a drug deal gone wrong
or end up with a drinking problem by the time she’s a teen.
 
Morgan though, she’s a good kid who loves to read and is a whiz at
math. She’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything I have to, to make
sure she has food and clothes.
So I strip at night and wait tables during the day. Depending on
the day or night, one pays better than the other, but they’re jobs that I need.
I have a goal. I want to move Morgan and I into a better neighborhood. One
where kids want to play and not sell drugs. I want her to live in a place where
she feels safe and doesn’t need to hide in the closet of our bedroom because my
mother invited one of her friends over.
My dreams for Morgan are unreachable, I know this, but I try every
day to make them happen. I want such a different life for her that sometimes
when I look out the window of the city bus I’m on and I see other kids her age
walking along the street without a care in the world, I imagine her being one
of those kids. If only . . .
 
Stripped Bare is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance
to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.
 
 
Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
 

 

Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now
lives in picturesque Vermont, with


her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home
is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer,
JiLL and her brother, Racicot.
 

 

When she isn’t writing one of the many stories planned for release, you’ll find
her sitting courtside during either daughter’s basketball games.


 

 

Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, is currently in production for a major
motion picture.

 

 

 

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Bombastic #BookBlitz: The Stuff Of Legend by Greta Van Der Rol

They say opposites attract –
if they can manage to stay alive
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THE STUFF OF LEGEND
GRETA VAN DER ROL
Series: Ptorix Empire # 5
Genre: Science Fiction Romance, Space Opera
Publisher: Pronoun
Publication Date: January 25, 2017
When history professor Olivia Jhutta receives a distress call from her parents, she sets out into space with their business partner, her grandmother and injured Confederacy Admiral Jak Prentiss to find them. But she’s not the only one interested in the Jhutta’s whereabouts. The Helicronians believe Olivia’s parents have found an ancient weapon which they can use to wage war on the Confederacy.
Jak goes on the trip to fill in time while he’s on enforced leave, helping Olivia follow cryptic clues in what he considers an interplanetary wild goose chase in search of a fairy story. But as the journey progresses and legend begins to merge with unsettling fact, Olivia and Jak must resolve their differences and work together if they are to survive. The two are poles apart… but it’s said opposites attract. If they can manage to stay alive.
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Don’t miss the other books in the Ptorix Empire series by Greta van der Rol.
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The Iron Admiral: Conspiracy
Series: Ptorix Empire # 1
Inter-species war looms. In a race against time, ex-admiral Saahren must convince Allysha to set aside her conflicted emotions about him to help him prevent the coming conflagration. And perhaps while he’s doing that, he’ll win back the only woman he’s ever loved.
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Hi, I’m Greta van der Rol. I’m a writer, photographer, animal lover, and space nut. Most of my books are space opera with a dollop of romance – but I’ve written two paranormal novels featuring weretigers, and one historical fiction.
I live with my husband not far from the beach in Queensland, Australia. When I’m not writing I take photographs of nature and animals, and now and then I do some cooking.
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Bombastic #BookBlitz: Dorian by Carlos Dash

Dorian
Carlos Dash
Publication date: April 3rd 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

It was supposed to be a meaningless one-night stand. As a billionaire, I have plenty of those.

But she was different.

How was I supposed to know that I would fall in love with her?

And how was I supposed to know whose daughter she was?

Note: This is a New Adult Romance novel written entirely from the point of view of the male protagonist.

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Making sure the traces of confrontation have left my features, I smoothly meet the girl’s gaze and say, “Are you alright?”

 

“Yes, I think so,” she replies back to me, her lips pressed so tightly together that they look like one singular line. Despite the strength she showed earlier, she’s obviously having a hard time getting over what just happened. Her heart is probably going a mile a minute.

 

“Sorry about that.”

 

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

 

“I know. I’m just apologizing on behalf of the entire male species.”

 

Her lips curl into a proper smile. Genuine.

“Well, in that case, on behalf of the entire female species, I accept your apology.” She looks at the empty chair across the table from her and nods at it, her brown locks shifting a little. “Would you like to sit down?”

 

I’d like to do a lot more than that.

“If you don’t mind,” I say innocently.

 

“Not at all. Have a seat.”

 

And so it begins.

 

I sit down in the chair and look across at the girl’s face. Our eyes meet—those brown orbs of hers pulling me in. We linger in that fashion for a bit longer than is necessary or normal, and then she looks away and pretends to be checking the time.

 

I keep staring at her, enjoying watching her squirm under my gaze.

“I’m Dorian,” I say eventually, offering my hand, which she takes into her own after the slightest bit of hesitation, meeting my eyes once again.

 

“Nice to meet you, Dorian.”

 

And that’s it. She just stops talking as she releases my hand. I expect her to say her own name, but she doesn’t.

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I’m a guy who likes to cut right to the chase, so here we go: I’m a male author of New Adult Romance whose stories are told entirely from the POV of the male protagonist. If you enjoy happy endings and steamy tales about people falling in love quickly, my books are for you.

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