Blazing #BlogTour: Hinder by Kristin Ping

Hinder
Kristin Ping
(Guardian of Monsters #1)
Publication date: May 15th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Paranormal

Ethan Sutcliff seems like a normal seventeen-year-old—at least that’s what he’s trying to portray. In a secret society run by the Supernaturals, Ethan is what witches call a Bender. Benders are Witches’ Guardians, who are able to control a witches’ ability, bend it, or move it away from harming humans. In Ethan’s case, he is able to bend the Earth element. But at the age of fifteen, he lost all connection to it, and the reasons behind it could only mean one of two things: His Wielder is either dead, or hiding out somewhere.

Alex Burgendorf has been living in her aunt’s locket for the past sixteen years with her mother—a Fire Wielder, and her father—a Water Wielder. For sixteen years, her parents vowed to protect her, and they have, as she is the last Earth wielding witch. However, time is running out. Alex must find her Bender, or the fate of the Supernaturals might be at stake.

Goodreads / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo

Excerpt:

Before Sentinels it was just earth Wielders. That was how powerful they were and Ethan was the lucky boy that was going to be part of that. He was going to become the next earth Wielder’s protector in every way possible.

Tears formed in Ethan’s eyes, but he refused to let them roll down his cheek. He tried so hard to live up to his element, to be strong and special.

Sad that the boy didn’t know how strong or special he already was. Maybe it was my fault as a father, as a parent.

I wanted to tell Natalie that she should stop making him feel so terrible. He was just exploring. But what good would that do? We would just end up fighting again. I was so tired of our fights. Shoulders slumped, I turned to go inside. That was when I heard the roar of engines.

The hair on my arms and neck stood straight. Adrenaline poured into my blood like jet fuel and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I turned to see Natalie running toward me across the yard, jerking little Ethan along by the hand.

“Get rid of them. Now.” She shouldered past me into the house.

No one had seen what Ethan had done, right? No, it wasn’t possible. Was it?

Three black Jeeps and a silver one careened into the driveway, spitting gravel behind their shiny black tires. I leaped off the steps but then composed myself. With great effort, I slowed to a sedate walk. I had to try to make this farmhouse seem like any other sleepy home on this continent—even though it was far from it.

Who are these people? What are they doing here?

They weren’t Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t use Jeeps or SUVs to make their entrances. Whoever they were, they were driving fast. Too fast.

As they pulled closer, the sun glinted off the tinted windows and blinded me. Then when they turned an angle, I saw it. It was the outline of a barrel.

I dove for the willow. Bullets shredded bark above my head. Splinters and sawdust flew everywhere.

My back was firmly against the tree, safe from the bullets, or so I hoped. Thank goodness he grew a fully mature tree, I marveled. Otherwise I’d be dead.

I recited words that hadn’t touched my tongue in years. I carried them in my skin on my tattoo, across my chest, close to my heart. A phrase scribbled in Latin that I’ve learned at a very young age: Estque vel me vel.

Its meaning was simple: It is either them or me.

If someone had to die, it wasn’t going to be me.

I took out the Zippo in my back pocket, closed my eyes, and used my diaphragmatic breathing exercises to calm my heart.

More gunshots sizzled overhead. Bits of the porch railing and the willow bar exploded. The air filled with the scent of sulfur and singed wood.

I took a deep breath.

Then I flicked the flint.

Author Bio:

Kristin resides in South Africa with her husband, two beautiful girls and two bulldogs that tries to eat her house.

She has been writing for the past eight years and her first debut novel, Hinder: A Bender’s novel will be published 2018 by Fire Quill Publishing.

When she isn’t writing, she is spending her time with her family, or trying to teach her two bulldogs to not eat her house. You can find more about Kristin at http://www.authorkristinping.com

Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter

GIVEAWAY!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

XBTBanner1

Blog Tour Schedule:

December 11th
Rainy Days and Pajamas >> Excerpt
What Is That Book About >> Excerpt
tfaulcbookreviews >> Interview
Mes Livres >> Excerpt
Am Kinda Busy Reading >> Review

December 12th
blogs and coffee >> Top 10 List
Girls With Books >> Excerpt
Novels & Necklaces >> Review
Tiffany Shand Author Blog >> Guest post

December 13th
Stuffed Shelves >> Review
Charmed Book Haven Reviews >> Review
The Book Club page >> Review
everywhere and nowhere >> Review

December 14th
The Page Unbound >> Excerpt
Natashareadabooks >> Review
Novelties >> Review
Sincerely Karen Jo >> Review

December 15th
The Avid Reader >> Review
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
Hawthorn Book Reviews >> Review
Mythical Books >> Guest post
Smada’s Book Smack >> Review

December 18th
Angel’s Guilty Pleasures >> Interview
knjigoljubka >> Top 10 List
Married To Books Reviews and Blog >> Review
O. D. Book Reviews >> Excerpt

December 19th
Firstbooklove >> Excerpt
My Lovely Secret >> Review
Rainne’s Ramblings >> Guest post
Lovely Paranormal Books >> Excerpt

December 20th
Two Ends of the Pen >> Interview
Books a Plenty Book Reviews >> Review
Brooke Blogs >> Excerpt
Dani Reviews Things >> Review

December 21st
To Be Read >> Review
Lori’s little house of reviews >> Review
Literary Meanderings >> Excerpt
Movies, Shows, & Books >> Review

December 22nd
Jazzy Book Reviews >> Review
So Few Books >> Interview
Caught Reading Redheaded >> Review

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

Loves Great Reads Blog

Advertisements

Blazing #BlogTour: The Vixen’s Lead by Tate James

The Vixen’s Lead
Tate James
(Kit Davenport, #1)
Publication date: September 19th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

I want vengeance so badly that I can almost taste it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. So, I did what any privileged, adopted boarding school girl would do. I slapped on a secret identity and became an internationally renowned thief, known as The Fox. Nobody knows me. Nobody can catch me.

Or so I thought…

It turns out; I have what they want. Special abilities. And trust me, these abilities are coveted–and dangerous. Now, I don’t know who to trust or where to go. Peril lurks on every corner as I try to uncover my past and origin. Teaming up with unlikely allies may be my only chance at survival or my biggest mistake. Only time will tell.

I’m Kit Davenport and this is only the beginning.

Goodreads / Amazon

Excerpt:

Just as I reached out my hand to push open the ladies room door, a meaty paw landed on my shoulder, spinning me around.

“Well, well. Look what I’ve found.” It was the man from the gun range, Sergei, and he grinned gleefully as though he’d just won the lottery. “Emily, wasn’t it? I don’t think I’ve seen your man around here anywhere tonight…” His leer promised all sorts of bad things, and I bit back a snappy retort, remembering the simpering idiot act I had put on when we met.

“Oh, hi!” I gave him my best vacant doe eyes and batted my long lashes. “Sergei, right? What are you doing here?”

He ignored my question, a cruel smile on his face. “You know, places like this aren’t safe for little girls like you. Anyone could just snatch you right up, and no one would say a word.” He crept in closer to me, boxing me against the door. I debated my options, fairly sure I might need to break character and feed this guy his nuts in order to get out of this situation. Right in the nick of time, a bloodied hand snaked between us and yanked me out from under my would-be captor’s sweaty gaze.

Sergei looked up at my savior, surprised and a little wary. “Cole. Good fight, my friend. I always know my money is safe on you.”

Cole glared his scary death stare as his fingers clamped tight on my hip.

“Sergei.” Cole sneered the smaller man’s name with distaste. “Can I ask what you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?” Crap. River hadn’t told him about my prior run in with Sergei.

Your girlfriend?” He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I thought she was River’s girlfriend?”

The low rumble from Cole’s chest frightened even me, but I stepped in a little closer to him, instinctively drawn to the sound.

“We like to share.” He glowered at Sergei without so much as missing a beat. “Now fuck off.”

Sergei flicked a nervous look at the still wet blood on the hand clamped possessively over my hip, then gave me a parting leer.

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around, Emily.” Then he scurried back down the hallway as though chased by the sound of Cole’s growl.

Evidently I wasn’t off the hook yet as Cole turned his angry gaze on me, pinning me to the spot. Yeah, I shouldn’t have left the chair.

“I had to move,” I defended myself before he could start. “There was a fight breaking out right in front of me, and I didn’t want to be trampled!” He gave me another long stare, then shocked the hell out of me by sweeping me up in a huge hug.

“Don’t scare me like that again, Vixen. I went to get my shit, and you were gone… There are some seriously dangerous people here tonight,” he muttered, not putting me down yet.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked, patting his huge shoulders. “I thought I’d be back before you noticed.”

He continued to hug me for a second, his hot, sweaty body dampening my shirt, then gently lowered me back to the floor.

“Let’s get out of here.” He grunted, picking up his pile of clothes where he had dropped them, then tugging me further down the hallway and out through a fire escape, which led into a different alleyway. He pulled his leather jacket back on then paused to tie his boots. He must have just stuffed his feet in them before coming to find me downstairs. I inspected his bloodied hands for injuries, but they seemed to just be a little bruised around the knuckles, so the blood must have been from Odin.

“Nice of River to have mentioned you’ve already run into Sergei,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at me as if expecting an explanation, but I just shrugged.

“He’s not the sort of guy you want taking an interest in you,” Cole continued. “He’s mixed up in this human trafficking job.”

“I assumed as much when River used a fake name for me.” I dropped the hand I was still holding. Whoops. “Quick thinking on the whole ‘we share a girlfriend’ thing, though.”

He gave me a long look, the corner of his mouth twitching, then wrapped his massive paw around my cold hand and tugged me along behind him.

Author Bio:

Tate James was born and raised in the Land of the Long White Cloud (New Zealand) but now lives in Australia with her husband, baby and furbaby.

She is a lover of books, red wine, cats and coffee and is not a morning person. She is a bit too sarcastic and swears too much for polite society and definitely tells too many dirty jokes.

Website / Facebook / Instagram

GIVEAWAY!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

XBTBanner1

Blog Tour Schedule:

December 11th
Rolling with the Moments >> Review
So Few Books >> Interview
Jenea’s Book Obsession >> Review
Books a Plenty Book Reviews >> Review
Meghan’s Mindless Mutterings: Reviews & Giveaways >> Review

December 12th
Rainy Days and Pajamas >> Playlist
C Exley Books >> Excerpt
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
Smada’s Book Smack >> Review
Novelties >> Review
Books,Dreams,Life >> Excerpt
Pervy Ladies Books >> Review

December 13th
Jazzy Book Reviews >> Excerpt
Lovely Paranormal Books >> Guest post
Chill and read >> Excerpt
Butterfly-o-Meter Books >> Guest post
Julius Thompson >> Interview
Mythical Books >> Review
Hawthorn Book Reviews >> Review

December 14th
BrizzleLass Books >> Review
Stylish Brunette >> Excerpt
Abooktropolis >> Review
Just Books >> Excerpt
The Avid Reader >> Review
JB’s Bookworms with Brandy Mulder >> Excerpt

December 15th
Book Addict >> Review
Booked J >> Excerpt
tfaulcbookreviews >> Review
Reading for the Stars and Moon >> Review
Book Lovers 4Ever >> Excerpt

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

Loves Great Reads Blog

Blazing #BlogTour: Twisted Threads by Kaylin McFarren

Twisted Threads Tour Graphic
TWISTED THREADS
Kaylin McFarren
Series: Threads Book 4
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Creative Edge Publishing LLC
Publication Date: November 20, 2017
The only thing sweeter than a secret is revenge
Twisted Threads
A family becomes an assassin’s target after a crime lord’s sister is brutally murdered in Kaylin McFarren’s latest erotic, psychological thriller, Twisted Threads.
Akira Hamada, a beautiful Japanese geisha, failed at killing Kaito Mitsui two years ago – the same yakuza gang leader who destroyed her lover and forced her to become an assassin. Now, with his sister’s murderer traveling to the Caribbean on a cruise ship, Akira has ten days at sea to identify her target and complete her assignment as her penance, or face her own death.
Devon Lyons, unaware that his aunt and uncle could be singled out and murdered, brings Akira into their lives. In searching for evidence to justify Mitsui’s revenge, she soon discovers that no one is who they seem to be. All the while, Devon is drawn into the mystery of mounting deaths on board the ship, putting his own life at risk.
With killers on the loose and no avenue for escape, tension is ratcheted to a breaking point, forcing everyone to choose between love and loyalty – or deeply held honor – in order to survive.

Purchase Links

Excerpt:

Chapter Two – New Assignment

Gravel crunched under the tires of a rapidly approaching car, sending Akira scurrying to the house. She secured the door behind her and pulled on her clothes. Then she peered through the glass panel in the entry. With her sheathed sword at her side, she waited for an intruder to take shape. Seconds ticked by as the dust settled. Then the car door opened. Black boots appeared below a pair of faded black jeans. They were topped with a red T-shirt, half covered with wavy black hair. A huge wave of relief washed over Akira when she spied a face. It was Yuki Ota—Mitsui-san’s daughter-in-law—coming here to assist with the aftermath of her mission. However, as usual, her timing was way off.

Anger smoldered in Akira’s heart. She opened the door and called out, “What took you so long?”

Yuki shrugged a shoulder. “I had some important matters to take care of tonight.”

Akira tossed her head haughtily. “More important than helping me?”

Yuki curled her full lips in disdain. “Have you already forgotten? I protected you from Mitsui-san when no one else would.”

Of course, Yuki was right. If not for her intervention, the gang lord’s men would have made short work of Akira after discovering the threat she had made on Mitsui’s life. But reaffirming that knowledge didn’t wipe away the extreme measures she’d taken to hide her murders.

“Maybe you should have left me to die.”

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” Yuki snapped. “At least you don’t have to kiss up to Mitsui-san.”

Akira handed her a baggie containing “tokens” from her last job—personal items to confirm the deaths of the men in the burn pile. Yuki turned it over, studying the silver lapel pin and gold chain necklace Akira had lifted from Kurosaki’s men before dragging them outside. “Oh, almost forgot this.” She gave her the silver dollar Kurosaki had been rolling with his knuckles. “It’s interesting what people place value in.”

Yuki studied it for a few seconds before tucking it into the back pocket of her jeans. Then she slid into the driver’s seat of her black Lexus and waited. Akira climbed in the passenger side and slammed the car door behind her, anxious to disappear.

“I have great news for you,” Yuki told her as she turned over the engine.

Anger trickled away and left her head throbbing. She touched her scalp again. It was tender, and she noticed a trace of blood on her fingertips. “Let me guess. Mitsui-san’s leaving Japan for good, and I never have to see him again.”

Yuki laughed. “Sometimes I wish that too.” She tied her unruly hair in a knot and secured it with a red lacquered chop- stick. Then she grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the gas, sending gravel flying.

“So what kind of news do you have?” Akira watched Yuki’s profile, testing her patience.

“He wants you to take down another murderer. A British gallery owner cruising in the Caribbean.”

Akira huffed. “And you consider that great news?”

Yuki glanced at her. “Take care of this job, and your obligation to Mitsui-san ends. He’s given permission for you to start your life over anywhere you choose. Just as long as it’s not in Japan.”

Akira took a deep breath and rubbed her palms on her skirt. Where would she go? What would she do? Like most girls in Japan, her dreams of being famous began at a young age. She studied harder and longer than all the maikos in her family home, excelling in music, dance, social graces, and international languages. As the seasons changed in Gion, she matured in her abilities and ultimately earned the respect of everyone around her. Yet she lived a sheltered life as a geiko—always being told where to go, what to do, what to say. After being forced by Mitsui-san to leave her profession, she never considered what freedom would mean—away from his control and the only home she had known.

Yuki turned to her. “I assume that’s what you were hoping for.”

Akira nodded. The scooped collar on Yuki’s red shirt revealed the three gold stars tattooed on her neck, matching the ones on Akira’s hip. They were a constant reminder of their commitment to the Zakura-kai, Japan’s notorious yakuza family. They were a ruthless, barbaric crew who considered compassion a weakness and failure the best reason to die. After spending six months in their company perfecting her techniques, Akira was no better than the rest of them—just a little less obvious.

As the landscape sped by, her delayed reaction took hold. She jiggled her leg up and down, chewed a ragged nail, and checked the time. The pills she had taken to dull her reality were wearing off quickly, leaving fragments of a surreal nightmare in her brain. “Damn it, relax,” Yuki told her. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She motioned her head toward the rear seat. “Everything you need is in the black binder: background information, photographs, travel documents, and an altered passport. You have ten days for this job—more than enough time. Do it right, and you’ll be rewarded for your loyalty. Mess up or kill yourself, and Oka-san will die.”

Akira stared at the dashboard, gnawing on her bottom lip. She hated the thought of killing another human being, but risking the life of the woman who had raised her was simply out of the question. And according to Mitsui-san, suicide wasn’t an option. “Are you going with me this time?” Akira asked. “Is that the plan?”

Yuki smirked. “What’s wrong, little geisha? Don’t think you can handle the job yourself?”

Akira frowned. “I think something may have escaped your attention. How am I supposed to deal with the crew and tourists on the ship? If someone should see me…”

“Like I told you, you’ve got nothing to worry about. There’s been more than five thousand deaths on passenger ships, and the majority of them are still unsolved. No one will suspect the involvement of a pretty, young tourist, especially with her father on board.”

Akira’s voice faltered. “My…my father? What do you mean? He died years ago.”

Although Yuki’s smile was sardonic, her eyes held a glint of humor. “Your new father: Takashi Hamada. Mitsui-san chose him because he has the right look. He studied in Los Angeles and speaks perfect English. He’s also a Zakura-kai cleaner and will make sure nothing goes wrong.”

Akira stared straight ahead, her mind swimming in doubt.

As they approached an intersection, Yuki slowed the car to a stop and took the opportunity to provide more information. “Two months ago, Mitsui-san’s sister was found dead at the bottom of a swimming pool. The Mexican authorities in Cabo San Lucas ruled it an accidental drowning, but her best friend and the men sent to retrieve her are convinced that an English couple was involved. Apparently, they got into a heated argument with Keiko over two reserved lounge chairs, of all things. The pool manager relocated their belongings and did his best to calm everyone down. But early the next morning, a gardener found Keiko facedown in the pool.”

Akira narrowed her eyes. “Why would anyone kill someone over deck furniture? I mean…isn’t it possible that Keiko accidentally fell into the pool and drowned? It’s not like it hasn’t happened before…”

“It doesn’t matter what you think, Akira. It’s Mitsui-san’s decision. But just so you know, a bartender was strangled in a neighboring town. It was the same place where Paul Lyons’s wife was refused service and asked to leave.” Yuki increased speed as she veered off toward the freeway. “I’ve been told that if you can’t figure out which member of the Lyons family was involved, then you need to take them both out.”

A married couple? Are you kidding? Akira had disposed of more men than she cared to remember, but she’d never considered the possibility of killing a woman—let alone a foreigner. She glanced at Yuki, knowing this was the same ambitious archaeologist who had been dismissed from a drilling project in Mexico after attempting to sell artifacts on the Internet. The same woman who had castrated a lover for failing to please her. The same schemer who had a long history of blackmailing businessmen with illicit photos and had been shipped off to Thailand by Mitsui-san after stealing diamonds from a hidden tomb in the Sea of Japan. And now she was sitting here insisting on the assassination of a British couple whose greatest mistake could turn out to be arguing with the wrong person at the wrong time. Yuki wasn’t just a sociopath; she was a murderous, conniving bitch who had no feelings or empathy for anyone.

Akira released a deep, resentful sigh. There was no possible way she could do this. Not without being absolutely sure of their guilt.

Praise for Twisted Threads

Twisted Threads is a titillating page-turner that captivates from start to finish, and never fails to stimulate the senses.
– Brittney Decker, Foreword Reviews/Clarion Review

A tantalizing glimpse into a secret world of desire. Dive deep into the layers of this intoxicating blend of twisted pleasure and intricate mystery. Edgy, fierce, and undeniably stimulating.
– Alicia Tomelloso, San Francisco Book Review

Twisted Threads delivers a story full of suspense, lively, complex characters, and a sexy, fun-filled adventure. Followers of McFarren’s Threads series will be thrilled, and readers of this divertingly different, first-class murder mystery will be too.
– Angela Fox, Publisher, Clackamas Review/Oregon City News

An intelligent crime thriller infused with thwarted love and desperate desires, Twisted Threads makes a worthy new companion to McFarren’s earlier creations – Severed Threads, Buried Thread, Banished Threads.
– Barbara Bamberger Scott, Editor, A Women’s Write

A sexy mystery that brings the timeless themes of murder, revenge and family loyalty to the high seas. A great series for fans of romantic suspense.
– Bella Wright, BestThrillers.com

Other Books by Kaylin McFarren

Be sure to check out the other books in the Threads series.
Severed Threads
Severed Threads (Book One)
A deep-sea diving expedition turns deadly, leaving bodies in the wake of this page-turning treasure hunting adventure
Buy Link: Amazon.com
“With plenty at stake, erotic chemistry, dastardly villains, a lost relic, an unusual setting, and a touch of the supernatural, this indie novel could stand on any romance publisher’s shelf. The full package of thrills and romance.”
– Kirkus Reviews
Buried Threads
Buried Threads (Book Two)
Overcoming death threats by the Japanese mafia is only the beginning in this heart-racing, action-packed thriller
Buy Link: Amazon.com
“If you’re a fan of murder mysteries but eschew the usual genre-formatted adventures that offer too-predictable protagonists and not enough depth, it’s time to take a look at Buried Threads: a horse of another color. More than a murder mystery, this mingles a treasure hunt, an international race against time, a dark prophecy, Japanese culture, erotic encounters and a clever killer’s modus operandi into a story that just won’t quit.”
– Diane Donovan, Senior Editor, Midwest Book Review
Banished Threads
Banished Threads (Book Three)
A romantic escape to England is far from restful when the lives of family members hang in the balance
Buy Link: Amazon.com
” Readers will get quite a thrill from McFarren’s latest Threads novel! Chase and Rachel are back in this fast-paced romantic suspense, based in an art gallery in England. It’s full of family drama, stolen art, kidnapping, and even more exciting sex between the globetrotting couple. The story moves along at a brisk pace with plenty of peripheral characters to keep things interesting.”
– Romantic Times

Giveaway

WIN $50 GIFT CARD AND MORE
Twisted Threads Giveaway Graphic
5 Prizes up for grabs:
$50 Amazon Gift Card
Severed Threads (eBook)
Buried Threads (eBook)
Banished Threads (eBook)
Twisted Threads (eBook)
Hurry! Join now!

About Kaylin McFarren

Kaylin McFarren

Kaylin McFarren has received more than forty national literary awards, in addition to a prestigious Golden Heart Award nomination for Flaherty’s Crossing – a book she and her oldest daughter, Kristina McMorris, co-authored in 2008. Prior to embarking on her writing journey and developing the popular Threads action/adventure romance series, she poured her passion for creativity into her work as the director of a fine art gallery in the Pearl District in Portland, Oregon; she also served as a governor-appointed member of the Oregon Arts Commission. When she’s not traveling or spoiling her pups and three grandsons, she enjoys giving back to her community through participation and support of various charitable and educational organizations in the Pacific Northwest, and is currently the president of the Soulful Giving Foundation – a non-profit focused on cancer research, care and treatment at hospitals throughout Oregon.
Connect with Kaylin McFarren on social media:

Schedule

Ongoing from from November 30 – December 20, 2017.
Visit each stop daily and discover more features, excerpts, reviews, interviews, fun facts and more!
To check the latest tour schedule, visit the Twisted Threads Book Page at Book Unleashed.

In partnership with
Book Unleashed Logo

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

Loves Great Reads Blog

Blazing #BlogTour: Crowned by Christina Bauer

Crowned tour banner

crowned-siteCrowned (Beholder #4)
by Christina Bauer
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: November 28th 2017
Monster House Books

Summary from Godoreads:

At last, Elea has found the love of her life. Unfortunately, the evil Tsar Viktor is about to unleash an army of twisted mages bent on killing everyone Elea cares about… including the man who’s stolen her heart. That’s challenge enough, but on the eve of battle, Elea realizes that her true enemies may be far more powerful than even Viktor: The deities Oni and Yuri could be out to destroy her as well. With major battles brewing on two fronts, Elea’s not sure that she’ll win, but with true love to inspire her, she’s certainly ready to fight.

Add to Goodreads

Cursed (Beholder #1) on Goodreads

Concealed (Beholder #2) on Goodreads

Cherished (Beholder #3) on Goodreads

Monster House Books is celebrating the launch of CROWNED by placing the Beholder series on sale!

SERIES LAUNCH DISCOUNTS

Landing Page URL: http://monsterhousebooks.com/blog/crownedpromo

Or you can use the individual links:

Get CURSED for Free on AmazonB&NKobo and iBooks

Get CONCEALED for $.99 on AmazonB&NKobo and iBooks

Get CHERISHED is $1.99 on AmazonB&NKobo and iBooks

And CROWNED is $6.99 on AmazoniBooksKoboBarnes & Noble, and GooglePlay

Excerpt:

Rowan transported us back to our cabana behind the palace. Of course, we had a formal room in the castle itself, but that was more for show. Rowan and I actually lived in this small round structure made of bamboo. It was simple, cozy, and perfect.

Once the red smoke disappeared, I noticed the thin line of moonlight peeping through the bamboo walls. After that, I noticed the touch of gentle kisses along my jawline. Rowan.

“I thought we were getting ready for the festival?” I asked. “There’s a lot at stake here.” Including my life.

“Caster culture is all about appreciating the moment. You never know what the next day will bring, let alone the next hour.” Rowan kissed a slow path down my throat. “And we have at least an hour here.” Rowan nipped at my neck, sending a jolt of desire through me. “And I want to take this moment with my mate.” He pulled my body flush against his.

I pursed my lips and did some quick calculations. “When does the Monkey Festival begin?”

“It started hours ago, but the chance to summon the trickster gods is still quite some time away.”

Rowan’s kisses were distracting, but I wasn’t sure at all about this Caster concept of enjoying the moment. At least, not this particular moment. Tonight’s festival took place at Trickster’s Haven, a village that was halfway across the continent. Although Rowan was strong with transport spells, it still might take us some time to get there. “Are you sure we shouldn’t leave now?”

“Positive. We’ve plenty of time before midnight. That’s when the summoning takes place.” Lifting my hand, he gently brushed his lips across my ring finger and mating band. A flutter of excitement moved through me. It was true. Being held by Rowan was something to savor. “Perhaps we could wait just a few minutes more.”

Rowan gave me his lopsided grin. “Now, you’re making sense.”

Beholder Series

About the Author

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

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

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

Be the first to know about new releases from Christina by signing up for her newsletter: http://tinyurl.com/CBupdates

Stalk Christina on Social Media – She Loves It!

Blog: http://monsterhousebooks.com/blog/category/christina

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorBauer/

Twitter: @CB_Bauer

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/christina_cb_bauer/

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/christina-bauer-481b12139/

Web site: http://monsterhousebooks.com/authors/cbauer

win mage pendant 

GIVEAWAY:
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Blog Tour Organized by:

YA Bound Tour Button

YA Bound Book Tours

Blog Tour schedule –

December 4th

Hawthorn Book Reviews     https://hawthornbookreviews.wordpress.com   Review

Whatever You Can Still Betray    https://whateveryoucanstillbetray.blogspot.com/   Promo Post

3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too!  http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com           Promo Post

What Is That Book About    www.whatisthatbookabout.com  Promo Post

December 5th

Stylish Brunette    https://stylishbrunette.com    Promo Post

The Cover Contessa     http://www.thecovercontessa.com    Promo Post

Between the Bindings   www.bookfanatic89.blogspot.com   Promo Post

December 6th

A New Look On Books   http://anewlookonbooks.com Promo Post

Fantasy Book Chick  https://fantasybookchick.blogspot.com    Promo Post

Don’t Judge, Read    http://dontjudgeread.blogspot.ca    Promo Post

December 7th

Paging Through The Days  http://pagingthroughthedays.blogspot.com   Promo Post

Stuffed Shelves    http://stuffedshelvesite.wordpress.com  Review

YA/NA Book Divas    http://www.yabookdivas.com Promo Post

Bibliobibuli YA    http://bibliobibuliya.com/   Promo Post

T’s Stuff     http://teresanoel.blogspot.com    Promo Post

December 8th

Loves Great Reads    https://lovesgreatreadsblog.wordpress.com/    Promo Post

The Pulp and Mystery Shelf     http://www.mysteryshelf.com    Promo Post

Crowned Print Cover

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

Loves Great Reads Blog

Blazing #BlogTour: Murder on the Lake of Fire by Mikel J. Wilson

Murder on the Lake of Fire
Mikel J. Wilson
(Mourning Dove Mysteries, #1)
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Publication date: December 1st 2017
Genres: LGBTQ+, Mystery, Romance

At twenty-three and with a notorious case under his belt, Emory Rome has already garnered fame as a talented special agent for the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation. His career is leapfrogging over his colleagues, but the jumping stops when he’s assigned a case he fought to avoid – to investigate an eerie murder in the Smoky Mountain hometown he had abandoned. This mysterious case of a dead teen ice-skater once destined for the pros is just the beginning. In a small town bursting with envious friends and foes, Rome’s own secrets lie just below the surface. The rush to find the murderer before he strikes again pits Rome against artful private investigator, Jeff Woodard. The PI is handsome and smart, seducing Rome and forcing him to confront childhood demons, but Woodard has secrets of his own. He might just be the killer Rome is seeking.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo

Excerpt:

Britt hadn’t been able to even look at her skates since the embarrassment of her last competition, and now as they dangled from her shoulders, she faced the frozen lake like it was a pervy ass-pincher about to get slapped. Knowing someone had drugged her didn’t soothe the humiliation of that night and didn’t make returning to the ice any easier.

“I can do this,” she chanted while her shins cut through the crouching morning fog and her boots crunched a path onto the snow. As she unburdened her shoulder at the lake’s bank, the blades clinked against each other like engaged sabers, shocking the silence to attention. She changed her footwear and stepped onto the frozen water, prepared for battle.

Britt plowed through the thin layer of snow atop the ice and warmed up with minor moves of little friction that evolved into grander displays of gifted athleticism. From a Y-spiral she leapt into a butterfly jump and followed it with a double Axel. When she landed, she spotted something protruding from the ice in her path. Branch! She shuffled her feet and averted a tumble, but the back of her blades scraped each other, which caused a slight spark.

Composure regained, Britt twisted into a purposeful spin. As she drew in her arms to increase her speed, her visible breath encircled her head like the arms of the Milky Way. She couldn’t focus on the white and grey world that whirled around her, but she noticed that the sun had risen and was now warming her face.

The sun, however, was still in its place, hiding behind the snow-covered pines.

Fire surrounded her petite frame and spread across the lake. Britt tried to scream, but the smoke she gasped in gagged her throat.

She continued spinning, unable to stop, as the blaze engulfed her body. In a fiery vortex, Britt plunged through the melting ice.

Author Bio:

Mystery and science fiction author Mikel J. Wilson received widespread critical praise for his debut novel, Sedona: The Lost Vortex, a science fiction book based on the Northern Arizona town’s legends of energy vortexes and dimensional travel. Wilson now draws on his Southern roots for the Mourning Dove Mysteries, a series of novels featuring bizarre murders in the Smoky Mountains region of Tennessee.

Murder on the Lake of Fire, the first novel in the Mourning Dove Mysteries series, will be available December 1, 2017.

Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter

GIVEAWAY!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

XBTBanner1

Blog Tour Schedule:

December 4th
Thoughts in Progress >> Guest post
3 Degrees of Fiction >> Review
BTH Reviews >> Interview
I Smell Sheep >> Review

December 5th
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
Jena Baxters Bookworms >> Interview
Jenea’s Book Obsession >> Review
blogs and coffee >> Top 10 List
The Avid Reader >> Excerpt
Stuffed Shelves >> Review

December 6th
Padme’s Library >> Interview
Don’t Judge, Read >> Review
The Smut-Brarians >> Review
Book Sniffers Anonymous >> Excerpt

December 7th
CBY Book Club >> Excerpt
Reading ‘n Stuff >> Review
Girls With Books >> Excerpt

December 8th
Rainy Days and Pajamas >> Excerpt
Viviana MacKade >> Guest post
Moohnshine’s Corner >> Review
All the Feels Pr & Blog >> Review

December 11th
Mes Livres >> Excerpt
Books a Plenty Book Reviews >> Review
YA & NA Bookshelf >> Review

December 12th
Butterfly-o-Meter Books >> Top 10 List
Port Jericho >> Review
Aconite Cafe >> Review

December 13th
Two Ends of the Pen >> Interview
Brooke Blogs >> Review
Lauren’s Crammed Bookshelf >> Review
Starkiller Reads >> Review

December 14th
Booker T’s Farms: Books & Nails & Puppy Dog Tales >> Review
Plain Talk Book Marketing >> Guest post
Mythical Books >> Interview
Casia’s Corner >> Review
Smokin’ Hot Reads Book Blog >> Review

December 15th
Abooktropolis >> Review
Always and Forever Fangirling >> Review
The Book Drealms >> Review
tfaulcbookreviews >> Review
BookLoverWorm >> Review

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

Loves Great Reads Blog

#blogtour A Cruel Kind of Beautiful by Michelle Hazen @inkslingerpr

Today we have the blog tour for A CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL by Michelle Hazen! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy of this sexy new romance today!
Title: A Cruel Kind of Beautiful
Author: Michelle Hazen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About A Cruel Kind of Beautiful:
If you can’t get to the Big O, can you get to the happily ever after?
Jera McKnight loves music, swoons for hot guys, but sucks at sex. Jacob Tate is her perfect storm: a pun-loving nude model with a heart as big as his record collection.
When a newspaper-delivery accident lands him in her living room, he’s almost tempting enough to make her forget she’s never been able to please a man—in bed or out of it. Sure, he laughs at her obscure jokes, and he’ll even accept a PG-rating if it means he gets time with her, but he’s also hiding something. And it has everything to do with the off-limits room in his apartment.
Jera pours all her confusion and longing into her drum kit, which pays off when her band lands the record deal of their dreams. Except just like Jacob, it might be too good to come without a catch.
She doesn’t know if her music is good enough to attract a better contract, or if she’s enough to tempt a man like Jacob to give up his secrets, even if they could fix her problems between the sheets. But if this rocker girl is too afraid to bet on herself, she might just end up playing to an empty house.
Grab the first book in this addictive new series if you love snarky heroines, the backstage scoop about mouthwatering rock stars on the rise, and Kindle-melting sex scenes. Perfect for fans of the ragtag band families in Kylie Scott and Crystal Caswell’s books.
Advance Praise for A Crazy Kind of Beautiful:
Hot, humorous, and honest. Hazen’s unique voice makes this angsty love story an entertaining read. — Layla Reyne, author of the Agents Irish and Whiskey series Sweet and sexy, with a storyline that sucks you in deep, A CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL is everything I adore in a romance.
-Heather Van Fleet, author of the Reckless Hearts seriesSmart and fun, with a rocking voice, A CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL will keep your heart racing until the end. -Katie Golding, author of Order Up
Grab Your Copy Today!
About Michelle Hazen:
Michelle Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she and her husband ducked out of the 9 to 5 world and moved into their truck. She wrote most of her books with solar power in odd places, including a bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach in Honduras. She’s currently addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking, and Tillamook cheese.
Connect with Michelle:
Enter Michelle’s Giveaway:

 

#chapterreveal Musings of a Gossip Queen by Victoria Bright @inkslingerpr #giveaway

Today we have the chapter reveal for MUSINGS OF A GOSSIP QUEEN by Victoria Bright! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
Title: Musings of a Gossip Queen
Author: Victoria Bright
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 4th
About Musings of a Gossip Queen:

Thoughts of the day:

1. Silas is a sex bomb

2. Madison is determined to ruin my life

3. Nothing online is EVER private, no matter how insane your “strong” password is.

#FML

Gossip queen Blake Spencer thought she received the opportunity of a lifetime when she was offered a writing position as a gossip columnist at Hot Topic magazine. By day, she’s a model columnist that quickly earns the respect of her team and boss but by night, she writes all the secrets of those around her in a password-protected blog.

When the office mean girl has Blake’s not-so-private blog hacked and uploaded to the magazine’s home page, the secrets are out and Blake’s “awesome life” starts to crumble around her. With her friendships, budding relationship, and job on the line, Blake will have to decide whether being a gossip queen is worth losing everything she’s worked to rebuild.

Exclusive Chapter Reveal:

Monday, January 12th

4:37 a.m.

In bed

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I huff and take a pillow and hold it over my head. My neighbor, Taylor’s, headboard bangs against my wall, so hard that I’m sure she and her slutty fuck buddy, Brendan, will end up in my bedroom after a while. Who the hell wakes up at four in the morning and thinks, “Hey, how about we bang and see if we can put a hole in the wall this time?” It wouldn’t even be such a bad thing if Taylor’s moan didn’t sound like someone was shoving their dick in a dog’s squeaky toy. It’s a miracle that Brendan can stay hard long enough when his girlfriend sounds like something straight out of Animal Planet. My Shih Tzu, Milo, jumps up on my bed and begins yapping at the wall. Fucking great.

“Down, Milo,” I mumble, blindly reaching out to pet him. He whimpers for a few moments before yapping some more. “Shh…shh, it’s okay, boy. Hush, boy.”

The poor dog probably thinks his favorite toy was stolen. He jumps off the bed and runs out of the room. I press the pillow harder over my head, hoping to muffle the sounds coming from next door. Milo returns back to the bedroom, the bell on his collar jingling as he pads across the floor and jumps on the bed. Just as I close my eyes again, Milo barks and starts chewing on his squeaky toy.

How is this my life right now?!

5:01 a.m.

Still in bed

Annoyed AF now

They’re STILL going at it. What the actual FUCK?!

Of course Milo is keeping up with his squeak toy.

5:33 a.m.

Still in bed

Fed up

There’s less than thirty minutes left until I have to get ready to be at the office, but here I am wasting it listening to these humping hyenas through my paper-thin walls. I hate this piece of shit apartment and my dickhead neighbors. Bastards.

5:41 a.m.

Obviously still in bed

Ready to slap a bitch

I sit up in bed and pound the wall with my fist. The noise stops momentarily as Taylor laughs. Yeah, he-he hell, I think, settling back under my blankets and closing my eyes. As soon as I get comfortable, the pound fest starts once again. “SERIOUSLY?” I shriek, sitting back up. I get on my knees and face the wall, pounding on it with both fists. “PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP, YOU CUNTS! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“Fuck you!” Brendan yells, pounding the wall with his fist. Taylor laughs again, which does nothing but piss me off.

“Fuck YOU and your nonexistent dick, Brendan! How about I call the cops?” I counter.

There’s a loud squeak as if someone’s hopping off the bed. “Who the fuck is Brendan, Taylor?” he questions.

Whoops. Wrong guy.

I giggle to myself. It isn’t my job to keep up with who she’s taking to bed. Though she’s a sweet girl, her apartment door is a revolving one. It wouldn’t surprise me if it were to be later revealed that her apartment is in fact some incognito brothel or something else sinister or prostitution-like.

I settle back into bed and close my eyes, a slight grin settling on my face as their moans of passion turn into bickering. Hey, anything to stop the pounding on my wall and the mewling projecting from her strained vocal cords.

It’s as if city people transformed at night. During the day, Taylor’s great. Her bubbly personality, fiery red hair, and freckles drew me in when I first moved into the building. It’s tough enough trying to adjust to moving to NYC after leaving everything and everyone I know behind in North Carolina to obtain my dream job at Hot Topic magazine, but she welcomed me with open arms and even showed me around. But as soon as her “boyfriend” (and I use this term loosely, because in the two weeks I’ve been here, she’s already introducing a new one) comes over and waves a penis in her face, she morphs into Wolverine or something, howling at the moon during sex.

Milo continues chewing on his toy, feeling as if he’d won the squeak war by out-squeaking the Squeak Queen. After I’ve had enough of his noise, I lift the pillow from over my head, feel around the bed for the toy, and throw it out the door.

5:54 a.m.

In bed

Ha, Wolverine.

If she sounds like that, I wonder what her “O” face looks like. On second thought, I probably don’t. I don’t think I’d ever be able to look at her the same.

6:00 a.m.

Alarm

DAMN IT TO HELL! I LITERALLY JUST DRIFTED OFF TO SLEEP! FUCK MY ENTIRE LIFE, AFTER LIFE, AND REINCARNATION (well, if it exists) WITH A CACTUS!

To make sure I’d get up in the morning, I purposely had my alarm clock on the other side of my bedroom. Yeah, nice going, Blake. I stare up at the ceiling as the radio blasted at high volume, contemplating whether or not I really need this job. I mean it’s only my first day; no one would care if I didn’t show up, right?

“PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP! TURN THAT RACKET OFF!” the guy in Taylor’s apartment yells, pounding on the wall. A smirk pulled at my lips. Looks like that makes us even, Not-Brendan. I ponder whether or not I can survive off of soup kitchen meals and huddling around a New York City fire with a cool group of hobos in an alley. My mind reels at all the possibilities of how I can decorate my soon-to-be new cardboard box home. Thanks to sites like Pinterest, I’ll have the coolest cardboard box on the block.

Who the hell am I kidding? I can’t survive a day being homeless. I couldn’t even survive a night of camping in Girl Scouts when I was younger. Looks like I need this job after all. Milo confirms my thought when he jumps onto my pillow and licks my face.

“Okay, okay, I’m up,” I mumble, picking him up and moving him aside as I sit up. If I had a decent night’s rest, I would be excited about my first day at Hot Topic tabloid magazine. It isn’t every day when you land your dream job. To be able to gossip and get paid for it? Perfect! All those years of gossip blogging has finally paid off! But how in the hell am I going to be able to scoop up any dirt on anyone when the only thing I want to do is bury my head in it and sleep?

My senses immediately jump into high gear the moment my bare feet touch the icy, wooden floor. Milo pounces off the bed and run in circles in front of me, his bell jingling as he moves about. I feel around the cold floor for my slippers and put them on before pulling myself off the bed, feeling my way across the room to the alarm clock. I can hear Milo moving around but can no longer see him in the dark.

“Milo? Where are—FUCK! GOD DAMN IT!”

I hop around on one foot as I cradle my throbbing toe. Stupid bedpost!

Milo whimpers nearby, the jingling disappearing down the hallway as he leaves the bedroom. I stumble around my room, using my hands as a guide as I cautiously cross over to the alarm clock and slap the snooze button on top of it. What a way to start a morning.

6:05 a.m.

Living room

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” I say to a yipping Milo, bouncing around on one foot while trying to shove my other foot into my Ugg boot. He runs around in circles in front of the door and continues to bark and growl.

“You gotta go potty, boy?” I coo, slipping on my coat and grabbing his leash. “Who’s a good boy? Milo’s a good boy! Yes, you —OW!”

I jerk back when he snaps at my hand and growls. Glaring at him, I snap the leash on his collar and open the door. Of all the dogs I could’ve adopted, the one I happen to choose turns into a dickhead when he has a full bladder. Such an ungrateful pup.

6:09 a.m.

Outside

Milo prances down the stairs as we make our way out of the apartment building. When we reach the second floor, I pause momentarily when the door to apartment 2C opens and a man that isn’t Mrs. Keller’s husband walks out. He’s fairly young looking, appearing as if he belongs in an Abercrombie or Ralph Lauren ad. He definitely doesn’t look like anyone who would creep around with a married woman who looks a bit like a surprised goldfish with too much botox and a botched nose job. Ew to the no.

I start to move along. Eh, it’s probably nothing. Or at least I thought so until the guy turns back around and nearly shoves his tongue down her throat. She leans against the door frame with a dreamy expression on her pale face as she watches him leave. The moment her eyes fall on mine, she gasps and quickly steps inside and all but slams the door. Geez, does everyone in the building like to sleep around?

The guy leaves just in time though. As soon as my foot hits the first step and puts me on the first floor, Mr. Keller walks into the building, brushing arms against the man that’s probably just banged his wife from here to Mars. He looks up from his phone and utters an apology and continues walking, giving me a small smile and nod as he passes. Luckily the guy left when he did; otherwise I would’ve been late for work watching this Jerry Springer episode air. I can see the title of it now: I’m a Cradle-Robbing Cougar.

6:29 a.m.

Still outside because Milo is being a cunt

“Damn it, Milo, can you just pee already?” I grit, shivering against the sharp winter wind that whips around me. He keeps stopping and sniffing the same area about forty times and barking at the passing people going to their cars. Milo continues to bark long after the people disappear, so much so that someone from our building sticks their head out of the window and yells, “Quit that barking, you little rat!”

I look up to see who it is, but only see the window closing instead. Milo trots back over to the same spot by the tree that he’s sniffed twenty times already and does his business.

Fucking finally.

6:34 a.m.

Outside of my apartment door

Taylor’s apartment door opens just as I pull my keys out of my jacket pocket. Dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt, she kisses the blond-haired beau and smiles. “Thanks for last night,” she purrs.

Yeah, and thanks for waking me up before I had to be awake, I think. Milo barks and growls at him, averting their attention to me.

“Oh, good morning, Carolina,” Taylor says with a small wave. “Sorry about all the noise.”

Her fiery red hair is thrown in a messy bun, a few tendrils framing her perfect oval face. Her pink lips pucker as she blows a cloud of smoke in my direction and smiles, showing two rows of perfect white teeth.

Fucking models, I tell you.

“Yeah, sure,” I mumble, averting my eyes away from her when I notice her nipples pushing through the cotton material of her shirt. My fingers fumble with my keys until I locate the right one. “And for the millionth time, my name is Blake.”

“Well, Blake, maybe you should get laid yourself so you won’t be so worried about what we’re doing. My lady is a screamer,” the guy says with a cocky grin, grabbing Taylor by the hips as she giggles.

“Oh Cliff, don’t make me blush,” she says, kissing him once more.

Gag.

More like his lady swallowed a chew toy if he wants to be technical. Sure, she has the body and face of a porn star or Playboy Playmate, but that moan of hers won’t get her very far. I wonder if they have any kind of surgeries to fix that kind of thing…

I bring my attention back to Taylor, refusing to acknowledge the meathead standing next to her. “Or maybe you can be more courteous and remember that other people have actual jobs to go to—”

“I have a job, thank you very much,” Taylor says with a frown.

“I mean a steady one,” I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

“If it weren’t steady, I wouldn’t be able to afford to live here, now would I?” she counters.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. There’s been a few times in my short weeks of being here where she’s sat on my couch crying because another girl was picked at a casting call. Her whining usually consists of, “What am I going to do,” or “How am I going to pay rent this month,” and my personal favorite, “Maybe I’m not meant to be a model.” Well, I’ll have to agree considering she’s yet to book a serious gig that doesn’t involve her taking her clothes off.

“Riiight…I’m going to go now. See you around,” I say, unlocking my door and quickly closing it behind me once I’m inside.

“Your neighbor is a certified bitch,” I hear the guy say as I remove the leash from Milo’s collar. Taylor only laughs in response before the hall goes quiet after another set of disgustingly cute goodbyes. Bleh.

6:52 a.m.

Bathroom

Do I really need this job? Like, on a scale of one to ten, how fucked will I be if I don’t go to work and just go back to bed?

6:54 a.m.

Still in the bathroom

You need this job, Blake. This is your dream job. Get it together!

6:55 a.m.

STILL in the bathroom because I can’t get it together

Maybe I could just—”MILO! STOP HUMPING MY BUNNY SLIPPERS, YOU FURRY LITTLE PERVERT!

7:47 a.m.

Bedroom

I look at my reflection one more time in the mirror and sigh. The girl looking back at me doesn’t reveal any of the mixed emotions I feel. She looks confident and assertive, ready to take on the world. Her beige turtleneck sweater dress accentuates all of her curves and her black leggings and thigh-high boots completes her look. Nerves run rampant within me as I pass a brush through my brown mane once again, wishing I’d curled it instead of frying it with the hair straightener. Pretty sure if I don’t stop brushing my hair, I’ll probably be bald before I even get to the train station.

7:56 a.m.

Front door

“Okay, Milo, be a good boy while mommy is at work, okay?” I say to him as he jumps on the couch. He simply looks at me, his tail wagging and his tongue flopping around his face. I won’t be surprised if a herd of dogs pass me as I leave the building to attend some kind of weird gangbang Milo set up on BangPuppies.com. With the way my dog behaves sometimes, I’m almost certain he lives a secret life I don’t know about.

I lock up my apartment, twisting the doorknob just to make sure. Taylor exits her apartment just as I turn around. Shit.

“Oh, hey again, Carolina,” she says, locking her door and turning to face me. Her t-shirt from before has been replaced with a bright blue windbreaker and black, skintight running pants that are made up of mesh material from the middle of her thigh down to her ankles. She may as well have worn shorts.

“Hi, Taylor,” I say, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. Not knowing what else to say to her other than to state the obvious, I continue. “Going for a run or something?”

“I may as well since I’m up so early. With my job, I have to look good, you know,” she says with a smirk before bounding down the stairs.

“With my job, I have to look good, you know,” I mimic under my breath as I follow behind her.

We both reach the second floor at the same time, running into Weird Marty and his elderly mother who always smells like cheap perfume and mothballs.

“Looking for a workout, baby? You know where to find me,” he says, dabbing at his forehead with a dirty handkerchief. I can’t see how he can be sweating profusely as chilly as it is in the building. His “white” tank top is dingy and spotted with stains of different shades and sizes, the collar of it soaked in sweat. Gross.

“You’re not much of a workout, Marty. I think I’ll stick to running,” Taylor replies with a flip of her ponytail.

My eyes widen as I gawk at her. “You….him…no!”

“No is right,” she says and laughs. “Only way that guy would end up with me is if my body was found chopped up in his freezer or something. That guy screams John Wayne Gacy.”

I snicker. She’s right about that. He definitely looks the part with his balding head, the lopsided grin that’s always plastered on his face, and his black beady eyes that always follow you. The only thing probably saving a lot of women in the building is the fact that he lives on the second floor and can hardly carry his own body weight up the flights of stairs, let alone a body to dismember.

We step out of the building and into the windy air. Taylor begins to stretch. “Are you nervous?”

I turn to look at her. “About what?”

“I remember you saying you were starting a new job at that gossip mill or something. You’ve been chewing your lip the whole way down here.”

“I’m more anxious than I am nervous, I guess,” I say with a light sigh. “Still can’t believe I work at a magazine.”

“A shitty one at that.” When I glare at her, she holds her hands up defensively. “Hey, they have a reputation of putting some very hurtful things out about people, sometimes without even knowing the facts.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be like that,” I snap. Well, maybe. Perhaps.

“I sure hope not,” she says, slipping her iPhone into a pouch strapped to her upper arm and untangling her ear buds. “I’ve seen a lot of friendships and relationships damaged due to gossip and tabloids. Don’t get sucked into the madness.” With a parting wave, she turns and runs in the opposite direction of me until she fades into a group of commuters. Realizing the time, I skip down the stairs and rush down the sidewalk. I better pray I make it there in time or else I’ll need to start thinking about how I’m going to decorate my cardboard box for when I’m homeless.

8:20 a.m.

Train

The train is crowded as it usually is, but I lucked out and am able to find a seat near the back. I pull out my iPad Pro, flip out my keyboard, and open my password-protected Tumblr blog.

Blake Unfiltered blog post #782

A few thing important things before 9 this morning.

1) Taylor would make a horrid porn star. Instead of modeling, she should try out for a Planet Earth animal voiceover or something. And her new guy looks like an Ashton Kutcher reject. Can you say desperate? Can’t believe he had the nerve to tell me I needed to get laid so I’d stop worrying about the noise. I wouldn’t have to worry about the late night wolf calling if my own dog didn’t take it as a dog toy challenge at nearly five in the morning. Just thinking of the sleep I missed and how tired I am pisses me off.

2) I should really hide my bunny slippers from Milo. Wouldn’t be surprised to come home one day to see a bunch of baby bunny slippers moving around. Okay…that was just dumb. That couldn’t even physically happen.

3) The lady in 2C is going to get caught one of these days and it’ll be glorious. How in the hell do women cheat on their husbands or boyfriends and then end up kissing them on the mouth after all of that? Just the thought of swapping spit and God knows what other kind of bodily fluid makes me want to vomit my entire existence.

4) Marty really does have a John Wayne Gacy vibe about him. Totally creepy and predator-like. He actually reminds me of that weird guy that was in the second Human Centipede movie. Oh my fucking goodness. What if he’s creating a human centipede in his apartment?! Nah, his mom would probably have a fit, but that’s if his victims don’t die of suffocation from the extreme mothball stench that permeates their apartment and entire hallway of the second floor.

Today I start at Hot Topic magazine. Still can’t believe I’m working at a magazine! The opportunity to meet celebrities, do what I love (which is writing, of course), and getting paid to gossip is an absolute dream. Hopefully today will be great! All in the name of gossip, right?

xoxo,

B

About the Author:

Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

Connect with Victoria:
Enter Victoria’s Giveaway:

 

Blazing #BlogTour: Crowned by Christina Bauer

Crowned
Christina Bauer
(Beholder, #4)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: November 28th 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Beauty. Romance. Power. It’s all in the eye of the BEHOLDER.

At last, Elea has found the love of her life. Unfortunately, the evil Tsar Viktor is about to unleash an army of twisted mages bent on killing everyone Elea cares about… including the man who’s stolen her heart.

So what’s a powerful witch to do? Why, organize a league of magical warriors, of course!

Elea recruits and trains a fighting force to take down the Tsar. That’s challenge enough, but on the eve of battle, Elea realizes that her true enemies may be far more powerful than even Viktor: The deities Oni and Yuri could be out to destroy her as well. With major battles brewing on two fronts, Elea’s not sure that she’ll win, but with true love to inspire her, she’s certainly ready to fight.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo

Excerpt – Elea and Rowan

Rowan transported us back to our cabana behind the palace. Of course, we had a formal room in the castle itself, but that was more for show. Rowan and I actually lived in this small round structure made of bamboo. It was simple, cozy, and perfect.

Once the red smoke disappeared, I noticed the thin line of moonlight peeping through the bamboo walls. After that, I noticed the touch of gentle kisses along my jawline. Rowan.

“I thought we were getting ready for the festival?” I asked. “There’s a lot at stake here.” Including my life.

“Caster culture is all about appreciating the moment. You never know what the next day will bring, let alone the next hour.” Rowan kissed a slow path down my throat. “And we have at least an hour here.” Rowan nipped at my neck, sending a jolt of desire through me. “And I want to take this moment with my mate.” He pulled my body flush against his.

I pursed my lips and did some quick calculations. “When does the Monkey Festival begin?”

“It started hours ago, but the chance to summon the trickster gods is still quite some time away.”

Rowan’s kisses were distracting, but I wasn’t sure at all about this Caster concept of enjoying the moment. At least, not this particular moment. Tonight’s festival took place at Trickster’s Haven, a village that was halfway across the continent. Although Rowan was strong with transport spells, it still might take us some time to get there. “Are you sure we shouldn’t leave now?”

“Positive. We’ve plenty of time before midnight. That’s when the summoning takes place.” Lifting my hand, he gently brushed his lips across my ring finger and mating band. A flutter of excitement moved through me. It was true. Being held by Rowan was something to savor. “Perhaps we could wait just a few minutes more.”

Rowan gave me his lopsided grin. “Now, you’re making sense.”

Author Bio:

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

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

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

Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / LinkedIn

GIVEAWAY!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

XBTBanner1

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

cropped-loves-great-reads-blog.png

Blazing #BlogTour: Julian by Julia Royston

Hello! This is one of my tour stops during my month long book tour for Jillian, by Julia. A Royston. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs November 6-30, 2017.  Follow the tour here.  Book your own tour here WNL

ISBN-10: 0692528067

ISBN-13: 978-0692528068

ASIN: B016C0HJBO

Book Title: Jillian Book 1 of the Women of the Fellowship Series

Genre: Romance Fiction
About The Author

Julia Royston is an author, publisher, speaker and teacher. Julia provides full-service book publishing services, writing and publishing coaching services as well as hosts workshops and conferences to help aspiring writers become best-selling authors and thriving entrepreneurs. By profession, Julia is a 22-year certified, media specialist/technology instructor with the local public school system. For more information about Julia and her companies visit, http://www.juliaroyston.net




About The Book

Jillian watched so many of her friends date, get engaged and marry before her. She wondered what was taking so long. Jillian had done all of the right things. She had gone to school, built a thriving company, owned a home, drove a luxury car and dedicated years of service to her church and community. But, where was her love? Come experience the lessons, longing and love of Jillian Forrester. Have faith, your love is on the way too.

EXCERPT

Patricia walked into Jillian’s office closed the door quickly and fell backward against the door. Her eyes were upward and her body language said that she was about to faint and slide to the floor “Okay boss indulge me just a minute.”

“What going on? Besides you only call me boss when you could be in trouble or you’re getting ready to hurt somebody.” Jillian inquired

“Jillian, I’m about to put a hurting on somebody in a minute, but in a great way,” Patricia said softly.

“What’s up?” Jillian exclaimed.

“The representatives from Randolph Technologies are waiting to see you in the lobby. I have never seen three brothers look so good since my favorite group, ‘Guy,’ back in the day,” Patricia closed her eyes and did a slight shake and shimmy from her shoulders to her waist.

“Okay, Patricia, your minute is up and the key to this company not going down the toilet is on the other side of that door. Girl, get a grip and show them in,” said Jillian with a slight frown.

“Okay, are you ready?” Patricia straightened her clothes and mimicked putting her hair back in place.

“Yes, I am ready and show them in already,” Jillian then gave Patricia a sharp look while putting the last papers in a folder and coming from behind her desk.

Patricia opened the door to the lobby and said to the visitors, “Gentleman, Ms. Forrester will see you now.” Three very handsome gentleman entered Jillian’s office.

Patricia continued, “Ms. Forrester, this is Mr. Byron and Myron Randolph, the CEO and President, respectively of Randolph Technologies and their associate, Mr. James Jones.”

“Jillian, is that you?” asked Byron as he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her face. Byron took a long sweep over Jillian from head to toe. Letting his eyes thoroughly glance over every inch of her body. Jillian was checking Byron out right back and blushing greatly on the inside and out. Jillian was thanking God that her milk chocolate skin could hide how hot her cheeks were getting at Byron’s glance. Jillian remembered that Byron was always the ladies’ man of the two. She knew that she couldn’t take what he said seriously because he could be saying it to about three other women too. His eyes were saying a lot and she was trying to believe the clear non-verbal communication. Byron and Myron were both classified as nerds, but Myron was the real nerd of the two. Besides loving technology, Byron and Myron were unique in that they were identical twins in size and height, but with different color complexion. Both men stood six feet three and weighed about 225 lbs. Byron had dark smooth chocolate skin while Myron had a lighter brown complexion like caramel candy. Studies had been done about the twins when they were younger. Their doctor wrote and published an article in a medical journal about their uniqueness.

“Jillian Forrester, look at you?” interrupted Myron who had been standing next to Byron watching them both and waiting his turn.

“Oh my goodness, yes, it’s me. Byron and Myron Randolph? Look at you guys. I had no idea. I realize that this is unorthodox and not the way I normally start a business meeting, but can I have a hug?” They all laughed as Jillian embraced each twin, Myron first and then Byron. They smelled like Yves Saint Laurent’s latest cologne and dressed in similar clothing, but not matching tailored suits. The days of the twins wearing matching outfits had been abandoned by the time they reached their middle teens. Byron, being the mischievous one, took both her hands in his once the embrace ended and he slightly swayed them back and forth. He stood there holding and gently rubbing her hands in a slow circular motion that left Jillian quite uncomfortable. Byron knew he was wrong, but didn’t want to let her hands go. He kept looking into her eyes to gage her reaction and to soak her all in.

Byron thought, ‘Oh my goodness this is Jillian Forrester standing right in front of me.’ Byron tried not to reveal with his eyes all of the rush of emotions that were going on in his head not to mention the fast beat of his heart at the sight of her. He thought, ‘If she only knew how good it is to really see her. Get a grip and calm down boy.’

A look of confusion came on Jillian’s face at how Byron was looking at her. She never dated or even had any thought that Byron even liked her other than a friend when they were younger. What is this? Jillian looked down at the floor quickly realizing that this was suddenly a very awkward and misunderstood moment. They both forgot they were in a corporate office and that there were other people in the room. Jillian had so many questions running through her brain. Byron, on the other hand, was continuing to take her all in. Jillian knew that she must somehow stop this scene from getting any worse or misreading the whole situation. She came back to herself from her thoughts in time to remember she was ignoring the third man in the room. She removed her hands from Byron’s grasp and turned her attention to the other gentleman.

“I am so sorry your name is James right? I don’t know you that well or I would hug you too.” Everyone laughed as she shook his hand. James was much taller standing about six foot five and two hundred sixty five pounds. He looked like he could be a defensive end or tackle for the Cincinnati Bengals or some celebrity’s body guard. This very large, gorgeous gentleman was standing there with an iPad, leather portfolio and iPhone. At five foot three, Jillian felt like a midget compared to these three men. Jillian enjoyed the sudden attention and affection, but knew they must get down to business.

“Well, shall we all have a seat?” Each man took a seat around Jillian’s small conference table and Byron placed himself to her left, Myron was on her right and James was seated next to Myron.

Connect Socially

Buy Links:



Amazon Kindle: http://a.co/g25CVcY

Amazon Paperback: http://a.co/cnd0R2q

Tour hosted by WLN Book Tours

Heart spacer

Posted

Facebook Twitter Tumblr GoodReads

DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW OUR BLOG.

cropped-loves-great-reads-blog.png