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A.M. Johnson's Still Life ~ Blog Tour & Review

4/30/2015

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Title: Still Life Author: A.M. Johnson Release Date: April 13, 2015 Book Tour: April 20 – May 1 Hosted by: SBB Promotions

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Loss… a word Elizabeth Haddington knows only too well. Despite the tragedies she’s endured, she’s been able to rise from the adversity she’s faced and begin her life again. Being a self-assured and strong woman, she knows she doesn’t need anyone to make her whole.

HHate, pain, and twisted memories are all Sawyer Bryant’s ever known. He’d slowly lost who he was and what he should’ve become. His only escape was the military… Eight years later, as an ex-Navy SEAL, he’s forced to confront his father and their disturbed and violent past.

Then one day, his life is turned upside down, when he glimpses a woman singing in her car at a set of traffic lights. Thinking he’d never see her again, amazingly he finds her performing with her band at the local bar. This chance encounter brings these two lost souls together. Once Sawyer gets a taste of her melodic voice, there’s no turning back.

For Elizabeth, when she meets Sawyer… she realizes she’s fallen hard. But is this really love she’s feeling or does love build slowly over time? What happens when fate turns things around on you, creates flashes you can’t turn from… moments that will shape your life?

They are faced with the choice of darkness surrounding them or to rid themselves of the guilt and pain and move toward the light.

This story is about life’s moments. How they can make you or break you, and one man’s hope that… Love, won’t judge him.

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It was unseasonably warm for late September, with the windows down in my car I enjoyed the dry breeze as I pulled up to the traffic lights. My eyes were drawn to the car next to me. She was enjoying the warm spell too. Her windows were down and she was blaring some unknown music from her stereo. The side of my mouth pulled into a grin as I watched. She didn’t notice me watching at first. She sang freely, her voice strong and beautiful. The song was feminine and the guitars were light. She had long very dark hair pulled into a high ponytail. I was transfixed.

Suddenly, she started and bit her bottom lip. Her once tall posture and confidence waned. Slowly, she glanced over to look at me, chagrin written all over her face. I couldn’t tell, was she blushing? She was embarrassed to have been caught that’s for sure, her solo concert abruptly ended. I gave her a huge smile. She just bit her lip again and looked forward, sinking into her seat. I watched as she fidgeted uncomfortably, waiting for the light to change. She was so pretty. No, not pretty, but plainly beautiful. I suddenly had a crazy urge to call out to her, ask her name when she sped off. The car behind me honked their car horn and I was sharply pushed from my reverie.

I pulled into my apartment complex. I felt dejected. I wanted to see that girl again.

I focused on that memory while I looked down at her in that hospital bed. I tried to stop the bleeding, she’d lost so much blood. She was here now, eyes closed, her silky hair ran through my fingers. This small touch caused shivers to run up my spine. I placed a small kiss on her cool cheek. Resting my forehead against hers, her breathing light and steady, blew against my lips. We’d get through this. We had to, there was no other choice…

My Review



A.M. Johnson’s Still Life follows the story of Elizabeth and Sawyer.  Both have experienced trauma and heartache is their short lives.  Still Life shows how these two broken people are still works in progress but manage to fall in love with each other.  Of course their issues still made appearances and caused problems but their true love prevailed.  This is a sweet love story and an emotional read.  I thought the story started a little slow but eventually picked up.  The character were believable as well as was the story.  This is a story about healing and finding the perfect person to compliment you.  Still Life is the first book of the Forever Still series.  I don’t think you can go wrong reading Still Life. 



4 Stars

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Amanda Marie Johnson was born and raised in Valrico, Florida. She’s now surrounded by mountains with her husband and three children in Ogden, Utah. She attended Weber State University and graduated with her A.S.N. She is a full-time registered nurse and works on the mother/newborn unit. Reading and writing have always been something she is passionate about. She loves to write about the human experience, love and happily ever afters. Still Life is her debut novel.

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****Cover Reveal**** Imperfect Truth by Ava Harrison

4/30/2015

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COVERREVEAL   Imperfect-Truth-EBOOK-FOR-WEB SYNOPSIS I’m a blogger. He’s a writer. He was my weakness. I was his muse. Once upon a time my marriage was built on love... Until it wasn’t. Where had we gone wrong? I had given up hope… But then he messaged me, And his words intoxicated me. Made me believe in love again. Made me believe in truth. My imperfect truth… Prologue The Beginning… I don’t remember the last time I could truly say I loved my husband. To be completely frank, I believe it was before we even got married. You can hate me for this, but until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes you will never really know why I’ve done the things I’ve done. Often I stare at him from across the room and repulsion courses through my veins, a feeling of dread, that this is what my life has become. I wonder why I can't just leave him. Why I can't find the strength to love myself enough and simply be happy. Was my life pleasant before I met him? Was I content? What’s missing now? I’m pretty sure I’ve never truly been happy. I’ve always struggled to find where I belong, but how can I belong somewhere when I don’t fit anywhere? Sometimes I find myself picking a fight with him just so he will talk to me. All I want is a little attention from him. Good or bad. It’s sick. I know. But living in the land of indifference has changed me. I reside here day and night until the moment I snap from his indifference. Then I lash out, rebel against what has become this norm. Although it’s not right, the reprieve from the emptiness when we argue is welcome. If I left, would he follow me? Would he fight? Would he even notice? Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison Teasers Imperfect-Truth-teaser-3 Imperfect-Truth-teaser-2-2   Imperfect-Truth-teaser-1   Bio Ava Harrison Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred. When she’s not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book. Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ava-Harrison/984568204896418?fref=ts Twitter @avaharrison333 Goodreads Add to your TBR https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25439801-imperfect-truth
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Blog Tour - J. Kenner's Say My Name

4/29/2015

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New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner kicks off a smoking hot, emotionally compelling new trilogy that returns to the world of her beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me. Say My Namefeatures Jackson Steele, a strong-willed man who goes after what he wants, and Sylvia Brooks, a disciplined woman who’s hard to get—and exactly who Jackson needs.

I never let anyone get too close—but he’s the only man who’s ever made me feel alive. Meeting Jackson Steele was a shock to my senses. Confident and commanding, he could take charge of any room . . . or any woman. And Jackson wanted me. The mere sight of him took my breath away, and his touch made me break all my rules. Our bond was immediate, our passion untamed. I wanted to surrender completely to his kiss, but I couldn’t risk his knowing the truth about my past. Yet Jackson carried secrets too, and in our desire we found our escape, pushing our boundaries as far as they could go. Learning to trust is never easy. In my mind, I knew I should run. But in my heart, I never felt a fire this strong—and it could either save me or scorch me forever. Say My Name is intended for mature audiences
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Say My Name, is the first book in J. Kenner’s newest series Stark International.  Yes, Damien makes several appearances in this novel but there is a new leading man, Jackson Steele.  Jackson Steele is introduced to the readers by Sylvia Brooks, an employee as well as friend to Damien and Nikki Starke.  Sylvia has been working on behalf of the Starke Company to develop an island resort.  She finds herself down an architect and in danger of losing the whole deal if she can’t bring in a reputable architect.  She can think of no other man that is both talented and in-demand than her former flame Jackson Steele.  Jackson and Sylvia had a very short, hot affair five years ago in Atlanta.  Sylvia knows he is the right man for the job but she must swallow her pride and convenes Jackson.  Say My Name follows the journey of remembering what was and living what is happening between Sylvia and Jackson as they work together on the resort project. 
I was excited to read Say My Name as I thought the Stark Trilogy was fantastic.  Needless to say, I was a little disappointed with this new spin-off series.  When I really am enjoying a story, I can’t put it down.  I want to ignore everything around me.  Sadly, that was not the case with this book.  I really struggled getting through this book.  I thought the whole story moved slowly and dragged on.  Then I thought there was random bits of information thrown in here and there that were irrelevant.  I grew tired of the back and forth between the main characters, Jackson and Sylvia.  I never really figured out what Sylvia’s “deal” was.  I thought it was an okay book but I didn’t absolutely love it.  I honestly don’t know if I will read the next books of the series.

3.5 Stars


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J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, Victorian-era thrillers (coming soon), and paranormal mommy lit.

Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner, has been consistently in development in Hollywood since prior to publication. Most recently, it has been optioned by Warner Brothers Television for development as series on the CW Network with Alloy Entertainment producing.

JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swopn for him.” A three time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy).

Her books have sold well over a million copies and are published in over over twenty countries.

In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.

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Carter Reed 2 by Tijan ~ Release Day Bltiz ~

4/29/2015

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More Carter Reed?  Yes, please!  

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Carter bought his way out of the mafia to protect Emma, but when an old ghost returns to the Mauricio Family, a chain of events starts that can harm everyone. While Carter must decide to return to the Mauricio Family or not, a face that is oddly familiar to Emma comes into her life. She’s given the chance to discover more about her family while tensions between the rivaling Mauricio and Bertal Family comes to a head in an explosive way. The truce is officially off, and when the two worlds collide, Carter’s decision is made.

He didn’t start this war, but he will end it.

He will do anything to protect Emma.



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As I held the gun, alone now, some of the old memories came back to me. But they were never very far away.

I had killed two men.

“Jeremy.”

My voice had been soft when I called to him. He’d been raping my roommate, and he was going to kill her. I had no choice. When he turned around and saw the gun in my hand, I shot him. The bullet hit the center of his forehead.

I swallowed now, remembering Mallory as she had watched me, pinned to the wall by his hands. Her eyes had been so lifeless. They were the opposite of Ben’s. He’d been pleading for his life, but minutes earlier he’d been planning to kill Amanda, then me. My stomach churned, remembering that he was going to take me to Franco. He wanted to barter, trade me in for more money, more drugs.

He was the one who killed Mallory, but the Bartel family set all of it in motion.

I drew in a ragged breath, cradling the gun in my hands like a precious baby. This little piece of metal had caused so much havoc in my life, and it was Carter’s weapon of choice. He’d killed plenty with it when he worked for the Mauricio family.

Somehow, I knew this weapon would have a place in our lives again. I didn’t want it to, but I knew it would. And with that last thought, my hand closed over it, and I raised my arms, aiming with my feet apart, my shoulders rolled back. I shot, one after another, until my clip was done.

All except one hit the bullseye. The other one, the outlier, was just outside the inner circle on the target.

I’d have to get better.

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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories. Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads GIVEAWAY

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Brando by Marita A. Hansen - Release Blitz

4/27/2015

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Brando
The Santini Brothers Series #2
by Marita A. Hansen
Publication Date: April 27, 2015

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Death and sex on two legs ... BRANDO is coming for you. Dark, brooding, and one hell of an asshole, Brando walks through life taking what he wants—and who he wants, whether they like it or not. And he wants Ivy, the second in command of the Vipers—a team of female assassins. Having been owned before, Ivy tries to resist Brando, who is just as deviant as her former master—a notorious human trafficker called the Black Russian. But after discovering Brando’s devastating past, she sets out to get to know the real man behind the beautiful face: a tortured soul with secrets to die for.

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NATIONALITY AND CULTURAL CONNECTIONS: I'm a true blue Aucklander, born and bred in New Zealand. I tend to write about cultures I have connections to, such as Croatian and Maori. I would love to visit Croatia again as I have family there. However, in My Masters' Nightmare, I have started writing about Italians. My husband is part Italian and I also have a degree in Italian.
SPORTS: As a teen my favorite sports were karate, badminton, and running. I also did unarmed combat and played in a touch rugby team (my gym teacher made me do the last one!) Now, I stick to coaching soccer and running. I have completed two marathons, numerous half-marathons and one 30K run.
CAREER PATH: I started off as a Graphic Designer, then went to Auckland University, where I got a BA degree in Art History and Italian Studies and a post-graduate Honors degree in Art History. I worked in the Art History field, then became a full-time artist, doing commissions. I eventually lost all of my senses and gave it up to be a poor, starving writer, smh.
FAVORITE FOODS: I'm vegetarian. I love pasta based foods, tofu, chocolate mousse and golden queen peaches.
BAD HABITS: I'm a major procrastinator that can't seem to earn money to save myself!
STATUS: Married to my high school sweetheart (which he hates me calling him). We have two kids.
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SURPRISE!!!!  Reaper's Fall by Joanna Wylde ~ Cover Reveal~

4/24/2015

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Reaper's Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.Painter & Melanie's story will be available on November 10th and is currently up for Pre-order!
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He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.

Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.
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T Gephart's Power Station Blog Tour

4/24/2015

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Ashlyn Murphy was not living the dream. Twenty-seven years old, college educated, up to her eyeballs in debt and yet she’d been relegated to pouring beers at a local bar. She desperately needed an out and was willing to do anything to get back into the corporate world. Well, almost anything. Dan Evans, Rock Star was NOT one of those things. In fact she despised him. Apparently he didn’t get the memo.

 

Dan Evans, bass player of international rock band Power Station had it all. He was rich, travelled the world, played to millions of adoring fans and had no shortage of beautiful women willing to share his bed. He didn’t need a moody redheaded knockout with a superiority complex complicating his life. Or did he?

 

When two people who couldn’t be more opposite cross paths, it’s bound to be explosive; sometimes all you can do is sit back and enjoy the show.  

 

 

 

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I stood, in preparation for my turn, when I felt a shadow cast over me blocking out the midday sun. It was just my luck to finally get an interview with a halfway decent job and some crazy-ass Armageddon took over New York. I slowly turned—might as well get a good view of whatever fate was about to befall me—and I almost smacked directly into Alex Stone.

*crickets*

Alex Stone was the lead guitarist of the band, Power Station, and while I had not been a fan of the band, I was definitely an appreciator of this fine specimen in front of me. Standing six four, with an amazingly toned body, ice-blue eyes, and magnificent blond hair, he had been engineered to be a sex symbol. Rivaling Michelangelo’s David, he was chiseled to perfection. The fact I didn’t care for his music did not detract from my fascination. In fact he could probably give up his music career, stand in the Met Museum and allow us mortals to glare longingly at him all day. What? Living art is a legitimate gig.

"Hello," Alex purred, dazzling me with his amazing devilish grin. "Are you waiting to see Lexi?"

Of course I knew Lexi Reed was not only the band’s publicist but also married to the guitarist, aka the guy in front of me, but man, Lexi was like Barbie. The bitch had everything.

I blinked, allowing my eyes to float down his sexy muscular chest and noticed he had a Baby Bjorn carrier with a sleeping infant inside strapped across it, hindering my view. I think my ovaries just exploded. It was too much. Because when Alex wasn’t sending the panty-wearing population into overdrive by being a rock god, he was a new dad to his baby daughter, Grace. I mean, seriously, how could a woman not swoon over that deadly combination?

"Um," I mumbled like a moron, all my years of education flashing before my eyes, unable to make my mouth function. He was talking to me?

"I’m just going to need a moment of her time, mind if I step in ahead of you?" His smooth voice curled around every word, making love to it.

I nodded wordlessly, feeling compelled to continue the moronic theme I had running. It was better than throwing myself at his feet and worshiping him, a very real danger the longer he stood there. He was more than just good-looking, he was obscenely attractive, and I had this unbelievable urge to lick him, slowly, like a cat.

Taking my wide-eyed, enthusiastic nod as a yes and seeing he wasn’t going to get anything more intelligible out of me, Alex strode into Lexi Reed’s office. I watched as his ridiculously hot body disappeared through the doorway, my eyes straining to catch the last glimpse of his incredibly toned ass before it slipped from view.

"He’s married and a douchebag," an uninvited voice said, pulling me from my happy place.

"Huh?" I twisted around, ready to disembowel the owner of said voice for ruining my Alex Stone fantasy.

"He," the owner of the voice pointed to the door Alex had just walked through, "Is. A. Douchebag." He enunciated slowly before continuing, "Alex. Is. Also. Mar-ried." He paused before each syllable for effect.

Standing in front of me, marring my memory of Alex, was the owner of the voice – an annoying man. Shorter than Alex, at what I assumed to be roughly six foot, he eyed me with more interest than I was comfortable with. He had a mess of dark hair, smoldering dark brown eyes, and was covered in tattoos, the evidence poking out from the sleeves of his T-shirt. Next to the word badass in the dictionary, I’m sure there was a picture of this guy. Dressed in torn, dark blue jeans, and a Misfits T-shirt, he was the epitome of a rock star, without the finesse Alex possessed. Despite his unkempt look he was strangely sexy, although his smug smile made me want to add ripping out his tongue to the disembowelment I already had planned.

"I heard what you said," I snapped. "There is nothing wrong with my hearing. I just don’t know why you cared to volunteer that information." Despite his good looks, I think if either of those two men was a douchebag it would be the one who was still talking to me.

"Oh cool, you talk." He laughed. "I just wasn’t sure if you were just a star-struck fan or you had a disability. I was trying to be polite." He moved closer, stretching out his hand. "I’m Dan. Dan Evans."

"I’m not a star-struck anything. And I don’t have a disability. I don’t know what you are talking about." I purposely rejected his handshake and instead adjusted my jacket, annoyed he had assumed I was just another one of those girls. Who was this guy anyway? Judging by his appearance, I guessed him to be another member of the band, possibly the drummer? He probably needed to compensate about not getting enough attention being holed up behind a drum kit.

"Look, it’s fine, babe. We’re used to it. Girls get crazy over us all the time. You don’t need to be embarrassed." He pulled back his hand and shrugged, seemingly unfazed by my lack of civility.

"I’m not embarrassed. And I’m not your babe. Whatever you think you saw, you were mistaken. I don’t get crazy." I was slightly embarrassed, but more irritated I’d been caught staring…and called on it.

"Sure. Okay. You don’t want to admit it, that’s fine but I know what I saw, and you were throwing so much heat in Stone’s direction I’m surprised the paint didn’t peel off the wall." He pulled out a stick of gum and popped it into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was irate. Clearly not a gentleman.

"Oh my god. I was not throwing heat. Are you insane?" I hissed, my embarrassment manifested into full-blown anger as I tried my best to save face. No matter how gorgeous this man in front of me was, I was not going to let him get the better of me.

"You can keep denying it all you like, babe. Makes no difference to me. I just thought I’d be charitable and point out it’s a waste of your time." He chewed on his gum, smirking. "You have a better chance of the Cleveland Indians winning a World Series than Stone sleeping around. Now me on the other hand, I don’t have those kinds of restrictions."

My face flushed with anger, as I officially wanted to kill him. Yet stupidly, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was as he smugly stood in front of me, his broad chest filling the material of the tee that did little to hide the toned flesh that lay beneath. What the hell was wrong with me? He was rude, arrogant and probably teeming with every STD known to man, and he’d called me babe…twice. I was not going there.

"Did you take some kind of class to learn how to be so offensive or is this a natural ability?" I leaned forward, refusing to allow him the pleasure of knowing he was getting under my skin.

"How did I offend you? I have been nothing but polite. I haven’t even looked at your tits." Dan stared at me bewildered, actually confused.

"Wow. My tits and the rest of me thank you for your lack of interest." I gave him my best death stare, disappointed I didn’t have some mutant ability that would render him incapacitated. I blamed my pre-teen fixation with comic books for giving me such unrealistic expectations.

"Don’t mention it. They are a little on the small side, it makes things easier." He shrugged, talking about my breast size like it was no big deal. The edges of his mouth curved as his eyes dipped down to gaze at my aforementioned tits, which were thankfully contained by my conservative business shirt.

"Really? You’re not even going to hide the fact you are now staring at my breasts?"

"Well now we are talking about them, I kinda can’t help myself." He grinned, not even having the decency to be remorseful. "You know, now that I’ve looked at them, they don’t seem so bad. You should maybe pop a button or two though, work with what you got."

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CRASH RIDE

 

Megan Winters had lusted over Troy Harris, drummer for international rock band Power Station, for years. Not being the type of girl who was invited backstage, her fantasies had stayed just that, fantasies. When her best friend unexpectedly starts dating one of the other band members it puts her on a crash course at war with her libido. Her solution— they need to have sex. Surely once she had scratched that itch, and saw the fantasy didn’t live up to the reality she could move on. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

 

Troy Harris vowed to stay away from Megs. The sexy, smart and funny blonde left his mind and his body feeling like a pretzel. No matter how attracted he was to her, she was a no-go zone. The best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend? Cue the reality show. But when she gives him the chance to have a one-night no strings good time, there was no way he could turn that down. Maybe she was right. One night, and then they could go back to being just friends.

 

Both of them were delusional.

 

Book two of the Power Station series

 

 

 

CRASH RIDE – EXCERPT

 

It’s not like I had spent the last six months pining after a guy I couldn’t have. No, I had brushed myself off and went full steam ahead in trying to find a distraction. Any distraction. Not that I started bedding strange men and having one-night stands, but I was certainly more open to a casual relationship. I was actively dating and I’d always had a healthy sex life, but the last couple of months… well I was a little bored with what the life buffet had offered me. Maybe it’s the bad-boy hang up or the allure of the forbidden, but the reasons why Troy and I shouldn’t sleep together were making less and less sense. After all, we were adults. Rational ones even. Well, for the most part. Feelings wouldn’t even have to come into it. Who says it has to be a relationship? It could just be just sex. Maybe once we’d had sex, the whole forbidden fruit issue would be gone, thus remedying the situation. Maybe, it would be like a vaccination, sort of like when they give you the live virus of something to prevent a full-blown outbreak. It would definitely cure the sexual frustration I had going on.

"Um, Megs? Where did you go?" Troy’s raised eyebrow hinted at the fact I’d zoned out again. It seemed to be a real hazard when I was around him. I hadn’t even noticed we reached the stairs that lead to the VIP area.

"I was just thinking…" I swallowed. My heartbeat raced as I contemplated what I was about to say. Best not to over thinking it, I didn’t want to lose my nerve. I was also stone cold sober, as Troy had helpfully pointed out, so there was no way I could blame my future actions on inebriation. Still, there was a sure fire way to stop the loop of crap rolling around in my head and that way was standing in front of me. Sue me if I sounded desperate, I really didn’t care about public opinion, what I needed was to lose myself for an hour or two. And the person I wanted to do that with was Troy. Here goes nothing. I was about to test my theory once and for all to prove that honesty is in fact the best policy.

"We should have sex."

"Whoa. Um. Megs. Maybe we should get a drink first. Maybe sit down?" Troy smiled but didn’t act shocked. After all, the flirting was nothing new so he probably assumed this was just an extension of that. Turning it up a notch, if you will. I could tell he didn’t think it was a legitimate proposition. I would fix that.

"No seriously. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced we should do it."

He lowered his face inches from mine. "Megs, didn’t we already agree dating would be a bad idea?"

"Who said anything about dating? No, I’m talking about fucking. Just sex. Purely physical," I clarified in case there was any confusion. I figured if I was going to sell this baby, I had to do it justice and leaving wiggle room in the interpretation would not do.

His eyes narrowed, realizing I was serious. "Were you drinking before you got to Ash and Dan’s?"

Laughing would be inappropriate, and would not help my cause, so I tried not to. It wasn’t easy. Sure what I was asking was slightly out of character—scratch that, extremely out of character—but I had suggested it in the past. Granted I’d been drunk, and my lets-have-sex had been off-the-cuff, but a proposal had been made. What did I have to lose? "No. I’m completely sober. Actually, this is the clearest my mind has been in a long time."

"So we’re just supposed to fuck and then stay friends?" His eyes were a mix of contradiction and confusion. Strangely, it just made him even more alluring. "I really don’t think that works out that way for anyone."

While I admired his integrity on the issue—really, give the man a round of applause—it was his other attributes I was interested in tonight. It wasn’t going to turn into some long and romantic love story. I was okay with that. I was surprised I hadn’t come to this conclusion sooner. Sex was definitely the answer. "No, not if they go in with other expectations. Of course, we know better. No emotional attachment, just fulfilling a primal need."

His mouth curved into a grin and despite my indecent proposal, he didn’t seem pissed. "Megs, think about what you are saying. Once you go there, you can’t un-go there. We both know it’s not that simple."

"Are you two coming up or what? I thought we were going to party tonight, not have a PTA meeting on the stairs," Dan called from the top of the stairs, his arm around Ash. I guess they had finally noticed our absence, or potentially heard the whistle of the crazy train threatening to take me away.

"Shut up, asshole. We’ll be there in a minute." Troy turned and called back to him over the noise. Secretly I was glad he hadn’t just shot down the conversation. It would be premature to high-five myself just yet.

Dan rolled his eyes but didn’t seem overly concerned as he allowed Ash to pull him away. She gave me a quick wink and a smile just before they disappeared from view. I would have to thank her for that later; her intuition guessing it was a conversation that didn’t need an interruption. She didn’t need to know the finer details, especially seeing as I had no idea what I was actually doing.

I leaned in closer to Troy, needing to know if I was fighting a losing battle. "Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on by me?"

"Megs, my dick is about to get choked out by my jeans. Trust me, not being turned on is not the issue here."

So I wasn’t imagining it. He was interested. Or at the very least his dick was, and lets face it, that was the only part we really needed to be on board. Yep, we can officially declare me out of control. Maybe the stress really was getting to me? Whatever the excuse, I was going with it. I’d come this far, might as well jump off the cliff. I had always been an overachiever.

"I think you are over-thinking this. Here is the way I see it. I have had a really bad week, horrendous even. And what I would really like right now is sex. Just to lose myself in a raging, screaming orgasm. Nothing fancy, as long as we both get off. Now, I know I could find some random guy and take him home, but I would really prefer for it to be you. Who gives me the orgasm, I mean."

Troy cocked an eyebrow as he considered my offer. "And you think we can just have sex and shit won’t be awkward later?"

"I know so. Besides, I think it might actually help us." At the very least help me. Possibly even cure me of my crazy obsession all while helping me forget my mental baggage. There really wasn’t a drawback as far as I was concerned.

"How do you figure?"

I took a deep breath. This is what I like to call my finishing maneuver. The final wrap up. The end argument. "Well, I’ve always had a thing for you. I’d go to shows and see you on stage and secretly wonder what it would be like. Knowing you hasn’t really stopped me from thinking about it. If we did it, then maybe I could stop looking at you and wondering what it would feel like to come with your cock inside me."

His jaw tightened, as his eyes raked up and down my body. The intensity of his stare made me feel naked.

"Fuck." He hissed out a breath.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

 

T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

 

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

 

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.

 

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go.

 

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

 

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.

 

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~COVER REVEAL~ S. Nelson's 'Addicted'

4/24/2015

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Title:  Addicted
Author:  S. Nelson
Series:  Addicted Trilogy, book 1
Genre:  Contemporary Romance
Release Date:  May 11, 2015
Editor:  Hot Tree Editing
Cover Designer:  CT Cover Creations



Desperate to escape her tragic past, Sara Hawthorne packs up everything she owns and moves across the country to Seattle with her best friend Alexa. With the recent passing of her grandmother, there is nothing holding her back from starting over. She dreams of a normal life, one which isn’t constantly plagued by nightmares. Everything seems to be going her way until a gorgeous stranger walks into her shop, turning her world upside down.

When Alek Devera sets his mind to something, there is no stopping him. Although he’s not the relationship type, everything changes once he comes face to face with Sara.  

She intrigues him.  

She challenges him.  

She threatens the secret he’s been hiding for years.

Will a promise made long ago be the very same thing that destroys their chance for happiness?



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S. Nelson grew up with a love of reading and a very active imagination, never putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard until a year and a half ago.

When she isn’t engrossed in creating one of the many stories rattling around inside her head, she loves to read and travel as much as she can. 

She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two dogs, enjoying the ever changing seasons.

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Marie Garner's two books, Miss Congeniality and Miss Man-Eater on sale for just 99c, (book one & two in her The Misses Trilogy).

4/23/2015

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 AMAZING SALE 

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When America’s sweetheart…
Brea Richards is America’s sweetheart. Dubbed Miss Congeniality by the media, Brea has spent years honing her current reputation. And being one of the leading stars of a prime time television show…priceless. It’s a long way from her humble beginnings, but that’s her secret to keep. Or at least that’s what she believes until she gets the phone call.

Meets America’s bad boy…
Lance Holder is America’s bad boy, the guy they love to hate. He lives life the way he wants, and makes no apologies, regardless of what anyone thinks. All everyone sees is the tattooed, motorcycle riding, reckless movie star, preventing anyone from looking beneath the surface. And that’s just fine with Lance. Until his new gig puts him right in the path of Brea.

Will either one escape unscathed?
Lance is the newbie on Brea’s show, and everyone is watching to see if America’s bad boy will influence Miss Congeniality. They don’t know Brea’s worst influences happened long before Lance entered the picture. And Lance seems to be one of the only ones to see beyond her current façade. Maybe America’s bad boy is just what America’s sweetheart needs… 

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When Miss Man-Eater… 
Raquel Adams is in desperate need of a media makeover. Her already floundering reputation is made worse by her recent antics, and she doesn’t seem to care. Raquel lives life on her own terms and doesn’t answer to anyone, least of all Clayton Cox, the guy charged with making her a media darling. His take charge attitude is a problem for strong-willed Raquel, but she can’t deny the attraction she feels toward him. 

Meets America’s spin doctor… 
Clayton Cox is the boss, and damn good at his job. He’s hired to improve your reputation and does so by swooping in, saving the day, and moving onto the next one. But he can’t move one from his newest client. Raquel is maddening, and gorgeous enough to make him forget his rule of never getting involved with a client. But Clayton can’t forget what happened the last time he mixed business with pleasure. 

All’s fair in love and war. 
Raquel wants Clayton, and nothing is going to stand in her way, not even Clayton himself. He doesn’t know what hit him, and soon finds himself juggling between having to improve her reputation and feign off her advances. But Clayton’s determined to show Raquel who’s in charge at any cost, even if that means thwarting her seduction efforts. Will Miss Man-Eater change her ways? Or will Clayton become the latest victim entangled in her web? 
Due to mature content this book is intended for readers 18 +.

Miss Congeniality

“Hey, darling.” Lance smirked at her, knowing he irritated her and doing it anyway. She smiled mockingly.

“Look who it is: Hollywood legend and actor extraordinaire.” She leaned closer, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his. She knew exactly what she was doing and knew she had him when those green eyes grew hazy with what was to come.

“Edgy, sexy as fuck, and just rough enough around the edges to seduce random girls in the back.” She moved, kissing his cheek softly before whispering in his ear, “Too bad you won’t ever get that shit from me.” She felt him tense at her words, but he kept quiet. She pulled back, laying her lips lightly on his before she leaned back to gauge his reaction. His eyes narrowed, realizing he played right into her hand, and he moved before she could guess what he was doing.

She found herself pinned between his arms against the bar, her body pressed against his tightly. She could feel his erection against her center, making her want to rub up and down his body. She didn’t have to move; he did it for her, holding her hostage with his piercing glaze. He rubbed once, twice, making her squirm in an unconscious bid to get closer. What started as her plan to put him on notice had backfired.

“You feel that?” He pressed his erection into her hips, pressing tiny kisses to her jaw. She bit her lip to resist the moan of pleasure. She was captivated and could do nothing except nod her agreement.

“Good. I want you to feel me, and know this—” he rocked against her again “—is all for you. I’m not like your other guys. I’m not nice, and it won’t be pretty. But you’ll beg.”

Miss Man-Eater

She played with their combined fingers. “And what about us?”

“What about us?” He feigned ignorance.

“Well, what the hell was that when we first came in here? Because at first you barely acknowledged me, and then poof, my nipple’s in your mouth.”

He let go of her hand, rubbing it down his face. “Yeah, about that…”

“Don’t you dare apologize!” she squealed, poking him with her finger, sounding like a shrew.

He grabbed her finger. “I wasn’t going to apologize. I was going to tell you I don’t know what that was. It was like I couldn’t be around you all night without touching you.”

The grin spread slowly, giddy excitement spreading throughout her. “Seriously?”

He sat up and faced her so they were eye to eye. “I’ve never been more serious.”

Raquel wanted to believe him, to attack him until he couldn’t see straight, but there were too many doubts that continued to swirl through her head while she tried to process everything he’d said. “What about your rule ’no dating clients’ rule?”

He swallowed hard. “Let’s just say I’m going to have to trust you’re not playing me for a fool.”

“I’m not.” She held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

He grabbed her hand, pulling her against him. He leaned down, kissing her lightly. “You were never a scout.”


She put her hand on his face. “Hell, no, but you like me a little bad.”
Marie Garner hails from North Carolina, and has had her nose in a book for as long as she can remember. Story ideas have been floating around in her head for as long as she can remember when she finally decided to write them down. She is an avid football fan, often found rooting on her Washington Redskins or her alma mater NC State. She has taught for the past 7 years, with a short break to earn her Masters degree. She loves London, having lived there for a year, and loves taking all those crazy ideas to make stories you enjoy!
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Melissa Collins' The Love Series: The Complete Box Set with special sale pricing!

4/23/2015

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***SPECIAL RELEASE WEEK PRICE OF 99 CENTS*** The entire series is together for a limited time. This box set includes the complete Love Series - Let Love In, Let Love Stay, Let Love Heal, Let Love Shine, Let Love Be, and Let Love Live. From New Adult to M/m Contemporary Romance, there's something in here for everyone. Laugh, cry, and fall in love with the couples of this bestselling series.

 

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Excerpt – Let Love Live

A deep breath of air fills his lungs and he looks at me. Something dances in his eyes. With a trembling hand, he brushes my hair out of my eyes. “If someone would have told me that you’d walk into my life and turn it completely upside down, I’d have told them they were crazy.” He drags my hand into his and brings it up to his mouth. “For far too long, I was far too happy to keep everyone on the outside. And then you came along, and for the first time in so long, I felt something.”

“Me, too.” Tugging at our hands, I bring them to my mouth, feeling the shaking in his hands relax marginally.

“I was too afraid to let myself love anyone, thinking that I’d lose them somehow. The fear of loss kept me closed off from my own life. And now, with you…it’s not like that,” he pauses, looking for the right words. “What I mean is,” he clarifies, focusing his deep blue eyes on mine, “that with you, it’s not about being afraid of losing you.”

“I’m that easy, huh?” I joke. The look of growing frustration on his face tells me I’ve misunderstood him, and that now is not the time for jokes.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m petrified of losing you. When you fell yesterday, the only thought I could put together was one of sickening concern. What if he hits his head? What if he’s permanently injured? What if he blacks out and never comes back? But then, when I saw you were okay, the only thought going through my head was that there was no way in hell I could ever go through the rest of my life without you.”

His words cut through me. Stripping me bare, they reflect the exact same way I feel about him.

“You see, with you, the thing that scares me isn’t the thought of losing you. What scares the shit out of me is not having you in my life in the first place,” Dylan says, softly.

He lowers his face to mine, cradling my jaw, and searching my eyes. “I love you, Conner. You brought me back to life simply by just being here. And I don’t ever want to picture a life that you’re not a part of.”

With the softest of caresses, he strokes his thumb against my lower lip before pressing his own in the same spot. As his forehead rests against mine and our breaths mingle in the small space between us, I inhale him. This sweet, angry man who turned everything I thought I knew about my own life completely upside down.

“I’m not as good with words as you are, but know that I love you, too.”

With hands and hearts joined, we fall asleep, a sense of peace that, before this moment, was foreign to both of us, covering us like the warmest of blankest on the coldest of nights.

 

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About the Author:

Melissa Collins

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Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream.

Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.

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