Cover Reveal: Broken Wings by Erika Ashby

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Synopsis

Lynsie Fox has what she considers to be a perfect life. Married to Lincoln, a military pilot, she’s living the Army life she’s always loved. Being a sucker for great love stories, Lynsie makes it her mission to find Lincoln’s best friend and co-pilot, Dax Adams, a good woman.

Losing the one woman he’s ever loved, Dax attempts to be a good sport by playing along in Lynsie’s match-making scheme. However, Dax is certain he will never get the woman of his dreams.

But life doesn’t always fly smoothly. When turbulence strikes, Lynsie watches her world crash and burn around her, leaving her empty with broken wings. Despite her grief, can she mend the pieces back together and learn to fly again?

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I’m instantly nervous as soon as I see his name flashing on the screen of my phone. I wipe my clammy hand against my apron as I hesitate to push answer. My father never calls me when he’s at work, and knowing that Lincoln is training today, I fear the worst.

“What’s wrong, dad?” I answer with panic evident in my voice.

My dad’s soothing voice instantly persuades my worry to ease. “Lynsie, I know you’re at work, but I’m glad you answered.”

“I know you are too, and that you wouldn’t call me unless something was wrong. Is it Lincoln? Is everything okay?” I sit hunched over in my chair bracing myself for what’s to come.

“Yes, Lincoln is fine.” He sighs. “It’s Travis Robinson.” I let that name bounce around as I try to figure out if it’s a name I should be familiar with. Nothing is coming to me as I wait for my dad to continue. “Lincoln and Travis joined the Army the same year. They had flown Apache’s together back in Savannah early on in their careers. They even went to Fixed Wing Training and did some other overseas training together. I’m pretty sure you’ve never actually met him, because this all took place before you met Lincoln.”

“Okay. So, what’s going on?”

“He died today.” I gasp causing everyone within ear distance to look my way. “He was doing Recon training in Texas this past month and something went horribly wrong today during a normal routine. Anyways, I’m calling you because I know Lincoln and him were actually very close…as close as you can get with one of your fellow pilots with all the moving around that takes place. I just want you to be prepared for when he gets home this afternoon. I haven’t told him yet, but as soon as he lands his plane and gets in, I’m going to. He’s going to need you, Lyns.”

The silence a reminder of when I was younger and my father lost one of his dear friends. He knew the chances of it happening to a fellow pilot or himself were highly likely in this job field. But he’d always say, “Shit happens and you can’t live your life in fear of it”.

I guess that’s the truth, but sometimes I wonder why people purposely put themselves in positions that the probability of something horrible taking place outweigh the likelihood that it won’t.

“Is it still hard for you?” I ask questioning if after ten years, the death of a friend gets any easier to deal with.

“It doesn’t hurt as bad, if that’s what you mean. But every time I’m up in the sky, I think about him, and everyone I’ve known that has died doing what we love.”

It’s times like these that make me frightful of my husband’s job. Typically the only time fear rises up in us Army spouses is when the threat of war or being sent overseas arises. But in all reality, that’s not the case. Death can easily be creeping its way up our doorstep. It very well could be hanging out in our backyard just wanting for the most unexpected time to strike. I shake my head of that looming fear that plays with my mind every so often, and pull my act together knowing my husband is going to need his supportive wife at his side—not a weak, scared one, who wants to second guess his passion in life.

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Being born an “Army Brat”, Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She’s a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn’t until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.

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The Making of a New Adult Cover: Anna Bloom’s The Art of Letting Go–and a Giveaway!

 Who decides what goes on a book’s cover? Read all about one author’s struggle to get exactly the cover she wants, then continue reading for a synopsis, excerpt, and a chance to win your own copy–and more!

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The Making of The Art of Letting Go cover

It’s a bit different isn’t it? Well for a start no one is naked on it, which makes it definitely eye catching but maybe not for the right reason.

You know they say never judge a book by its cover? Let’s be honest, we all do don’t we! It’s the first thing we see and it impacts the way we read the book. With Amazon Kindle and One-Click downloading you can download five books in two minutes and then weeks later when you are looking for a new book to read not remember a single thing they are about. So what do you do? You go for the most attractive or eye-catching cover that jumps out at you shouting “Read me now!”

And well this is where my cover problems began. For my publisher I had to fill in a Cover Art Request Form, which I dutifully completed. Twice. Or was it three times? I can’t remember. Because the thing was I knew what I wanted, but I also knew what sells books and the two were not mutually compatible.

The Art of Letting Go is written as a diary, not a necessarily sober diary and my initial idea, and the concept I had in my mind for the longest time was to have the front actually look like a diary. I wanted splashes of red wine (my main character drinks way too much of the stuff) and have doodles all over it. You know what I mean, a proper teenage diary that a twenty-five year old probably shouldn’t be writing. “Lilah loves Ben,” love hearts, that sort of thing. Think Adrian Mole but with boobs and an alcohol tolerance problem.

I was all go. THAT IS WHAT I WANT.

But then I started to look at all the New Adult books being released in their hundreds, and guess what, they all had naked sexy people on the front shagging. Not, the idle doodles of a pisshead.

Form No #2. Please may I have mega sexy people kissing. . . pretty please.

Sadly I couldn’t live with myself, and I had to write yet another grovelling email asking them to scrap another request form. I felt that despite the pressure to be sexy I had to stick to my principles.

Enter my saviour of cover art in the form of a personal friend and awesome graphic designer Ms. Burket A.K.A Life and sanity saver. She listened to me ramble on and on one morning over a coffee and then later sent me a file with my perfect cover in it. Part diary, part kissy kissy romance. For me complete perfection.

So my cover doesn’t have naked people on it. There are no abs and no underwear in sight. It’s unique and different just like the character inhabiting the pages inside.

Someone told me not so long ago that I needed to sex up my cover if I wanted to crack the NA market, do you know what I say, over my dead body. There is no other cover for that book that ever would have worked. And I thank my lucky stars that my publisher let me use it.

So let’s have a big cheer for Polaroids, another for doodles and another for embracing being different!

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The Art of Letting Go by Anna Bloom
(Uni Files #1)
Publication date: September 25th 2013
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:

One year. One woman. One diary. One question: can you ever stop history from repeating itself and if you could what would you do to stop it?When Lilah McCannon realises at the age of twenty-five that history is going to repeat itself and she is going to become her mother—bored, drunk and wearing a twinset—there is only one thing to do: take drastic action.

Turning her back on her old life, Lilah’s plan is to enroll at university, get a degree and prove she is a grown-up.

As plans go, it is a good one. There are rules to follow: no alcohol, no cigarettes, no boys, and no going home. But when Lilah meets the lead singer of a local band and finds herself unexpectedly falling in love, she realizes her rules are not going to be the only things hard to keep.

With the academic year slipping by too quickly, Lilah faces a barrage of new challenges: will she ever make it up the library stairs without having a heart attack? Can she handle a day on campus without drinking vodka? Will she ever manage to read a history book without falling asleep? And most importantly, can she become the grown-up that she desperately wants to be?

With her head and her heart pulling her in different directions can Lilah learn the hardest lesson that her first year of university has to teach her: The Art of Letting Go?

Excerpt:

Friday Night Out

Last night.

By the time there was a knock on my door, I was ready and completely geared up. I enhanced my normal minimal makeup routine with smoky eyes and lashings of eyeliner. The crazy fuzz cut was managing to look quite funky. I could not guarantee it would hold.

I am rewarded for my efforts by Meredith dropping her drink all over the floor and Beth announcing very loudly that she may fancy me after all. I cringe at her loud voice, shushing her with my hand, which they both think is hilarious.

“Don’t worry, Lil, he has already walked over with Jayne. You would have heard them leave had you not been so busy singing.”

“Bite me.”

“You look lovely, Lilah,” Meredith says, seeming very sincere, and I give her a big hug.

I should own up to the fact that I have had a few sneaky drinkies in my room whilst getting ready.

We head out of the door and run across to Digby. Well, I totter, but at a reasonable pace despite the stilettos.

As we push through the doors, I have the immense satisfaction of seeing Ben, who is sitting in the corner, choke on his beer. I give a little half-interested wave of my hand, acknowledging that I have seen him, and saunter over to the bar.

Trev gives a low whistle when he sees me, and proceeds to give me a drink on the house.

Blimey! Who would have thought that getting dressed up would have had this much effect? I should have done it ages ago. There is a DJ playing, but as yet there is no one on the dance floor, so we stand at the bar and make girly chitchat.

Jayne comes over from her table and high fives me. “Well done. Lilah! The whole football team wants to give you a shot.”

I blush furiously and swat her away. Shame for them, there is only one member of the team from which I would be open to offers.

After a while, Tristan arrives. He actually spends so much time on campus I don’t know why he does not enroll and just study here as well. He gives me a wink as he leans in to say hi.

“Going all out, Lil?”

“Better believe it,” I respond with a wink of my own.

I feel completely amazing. For the first time in my entire life, my confidence is at an all-time high. I grab a drink and start mingling around, greeting people I recognise. It takes them all a moment to register who I am, and then I get a lot of hugs. It’s great, but then again it’s a bit worrying. Do I walk around looking like scruffy moose the rest of the time? The only person who doesn’t come and speak to me is Ben. I maturely decide to ignore this. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the blues flash as he watches me talk to a couple of the guys from History class. Ha! Stick that, sucker.

Five vodkas later and the Lilah dancing machine is out in full force. There are not that many people on the dance floor but I don’t care. I dance away quite merrily until I realise that the room is spinning rather a lot. I try to slow my pace but the room is still spinning which makes me realise that it must be my head and not the crazy dance I am performing.

“I am going out for a smoke,” I tell Meredith, who is doing something I would rather not witness with Tristan on the dance floor.

Outside, I lean against my tree (yes, it is mine) and merrily smoke away. As I smoke I start to sober up a little bit. What on earth am I doing? My whole reasoning for the day begins to make no sense to me at all.

I don’t want to get back together with Ben because I want him to go to the States and have his great career.

It was me who suggested being friends.

It is me who has enjoyed the last week of being friends and the casual flirting that has been simmering under the surface.

It is me who knows that eventually I am just going to have to let go of him being a part of my life.

So why the fuck am I dressed up to the nines attempting to get his attention?

By the time I am on my second cigarette, leaning against the tree with my eyes shut, I am feeling like a complete idiot and just want to go back home and get changed into my comfy jeans and a hoodie.

I feel a hand slide down my arm. I don’t have to open my eyes to know who it is. I would know that touch anywhere.

“What are you doing out here, Lilah? It is freezing.”

I don’t bother opening my eyes, but wave my cigarette in the general direction of his voice, hoping I don’t set his hair alight.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice soft and very close to my ear.

I open my eyes and meet his. “Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” he whispers back. “You look amazing. I mean, you always do, but there is something different about you tonight.”

He stops to think of the words.

Yep. I am a deranged lunatic attempting to make you fancy me even though I know I should not want you to.

“You look confident,” he finally says through lips that are distractingly close to my neck.

I want him so badly that my entire body could set alight, burning like dry tinder in a fire of need for this man with his dark hair, flashing eyes, and his long fingers made to entwine with mine. Even though we are not touching, I can feel every contour of his body against mine. The space between us zings with electricity.

I think about his words for a few seconds. He’s right. I am confident. I am buzzing with it.

“I wish I could be this confident every day,” I admit. “Then, I think, I could be with you.”

The words are out before I can stop them. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath as he absorbs what I am saying. I need to correct this, fast.

“It’s not real though, Ben. It’s just an illusion, someone that I could be if I was brave enough.”

My words are a whisper, my lips getting closer and closer to his jaw.

“Be brave with me, Lilah.”

As he says my name in the way only he does—half whisper, half wish—I can’t stop the single tear that betrays me by falling down my cheek. He stops its tracks with his lips, and my willpower crumbles. I give a shudder as I lean against him, and his arms slide around me pulling me in tight.

“Ben, you know this is not the real me. I’m obsessive and negative and worry about everything,” I explain as I try to ignore his lips that are still against my cheek. “You deserve so much more than that.”

He leans down so he can look right at me, the pressure of his body pushes me back against the tree, long, hard lines moulding against mine.

“I only see the best in you,” he says, “and you need to see that, too.”

I just stare at him. His face is so close I can see his freckles illuminated in the moonlight.

We shouldn’t do it again. I know that. What is it, two or three times we have attempted a relationship now? Every time, for one reason or another, we end up pushing each other away saying words that hurt. I know this, but still I say, “I can’t stay away from you.”

He gives a low groan as he crushes us together, his lips on mine. The moment he touches me, and I feel the familiar sensation of his mouth against mine, I know it is right. I can’t keep fighting this chemistry between us.

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Cover Reveal! True Colors by Melissa Pearl (The Mask #1)

  Another exciting cover reveal–book one of The Mask, a brand new YA series!True Colors - 3D-Book Promo

True Colors by Melissa Pearl
Publication date: February 16th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Caitlyn Davis always cruised through life, not being the type to ruffle feathers or involve herself in high school drama…until a chance encounter with a strange homeless man changes everything.

Suddenly, Caitlyn has the ability to see behind people’s masks. She discovers that her life isn’t as simple as she imagined and her high school is filled with secrets…some very sinister ones.

Unable to ignore her new gift, Caitlyn embarks on a mission to learn why one of her friends now appears terrified, but masks her fear behind a bright, smiling veneer. Will Caitlyn’s new ability lead her into hot water? Or is her new found vision a blessing that will expose her friends’ true colors?

Her quest will lead Caitlyn to lose friends, stand up for those in need, and even find love.

At Palisades High School, every face tells a story…

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Melissa Pearl was born in Auckland, New Zealand, but has spent much of her life abroad, living in countries such as Jordan, Cyprus and Pakistan… not to mention a nine month road trip around North America with her husband. “Best. Year. Ever!!” She now lives in China with her husband and two sons. She is a trained elementary teacher, but writing is her passion. Since becoming a full time mother she has had the opportunity to pursue this dream and her debut novel hit the internet in November 2011. Since then she has produced four more books and has a YA fantasy trilogy coming out this year. Unknown and Unseen (The Elements Trilogy) out now!

“I am passionate about writing. It stirs a fire in my soul that I never knew I had. I want to be the best writer I can possibly be and transport my readers into another world where they can laugh, cry and fall in love.”.
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New Release and Review: Stealing Justice by Misty Evans and Adrienne Giordano (The Justice Team #1)

Stealing Justice
by Misty Evans and Genre: romantic suspense
Published: 2014
Pages: 285
Format read: ebook

Blurb:

In this first book in a thrilling new romantic suspense series…

Justice “Grey” Greystone was fired from the FBI for insubordination. Now the FBI wants him to use his renegade skills to take down a serial killer who’s above the law. To trap the Lion, Grey will need to send the perfect woman undercover.

Sydney Banfield runs a women’s shelter and bends the law daily to help victims of abuse escape their painful lives. Three of the women she’s recruited for government jobs have become victims of the Lion. If Syd has her way, the vicious killer will never touch another woman again.

Grey and Sydney set a trap—with Sydney as the sexy bait—but the Lion adds a complex twist to his homicidal agenda. With Sydney’s life on the line, Grey must race against the clock to catch a killer who’s as unstoppable as he is evil.

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

I really enjoyed this–it has a nice blend of suspense, danger, romance, and snarky humor with great characters. I absolutely loved Syd and Grey, two people with less-than-savory backgrounds and a lot to hide, neither of whom was quite ready to let someone get close–even though they both really needed to have something in their lives beyond their jobs. I wanted them to get together from the very beginning, when it was clear that they were perfect for each other even while they were getting on each others’ nerves. (Every time Syd called him “Fed Boy” I just had to smile.)

Plus, there are cupcakes, which feature prominently in one of the best endings I’ve read, ever. Seriously, I made Mini Moe #2 listen to it…and she agreed that it was awesome. (No small miracle, getting your fourteen-year-old to agree with you on ANYTHING, believe me!) Every happy ending should have cupcakes, IMHO.

The suspense in the novel was very well done–I *thought* I might know “whodunnit” from about the 50% mark, but I wasn’t absolutely sure until all was revealed. From that point on, the reading was extremely intense…exactly as it should be. I could not put my ereader down, even though I was supposed to be getting ready to leave for the day.

This series is definitely going on my “must buy” list. (I cannot tell you how beyond excited I was to see that Monroe was going to get the next book. He’s not in this one a whole lot, but what we do see of him I really liked–and that was before I read the teaser!)

A- rating.

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review–and went out and bought my own copy as well. I liked it that much!

 

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Why Author Tellulah Darling Writes YA Romantic Comedy–with a Giveaway! (A Date of God-Like Proportions book blitz)

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My first sucky kiss, or the reason why I write YA romantic comedy:

I don’t actually remember my first kiss. And believe me, it’s not because there was such a variety of them in my teen years that it just got lost in the shuffle. Which, sigh, is probably another reason I write YA romantic comedy. At least my characters fare better than I did.

While I may not remember my actual first kiss, the first one I do remember is forever burned in my brain. I was fifteen years old and a cute boy (cute being relative to my age and the decade) had asked me to go to the fireworks with him.

Sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Yeah, throw that idea out. Imagine you and ten thousand of your closest friends packed onto a beach to listen to a deafening soundtrack of rock ballads while watching the light show overhead. Now make at least half of those people drunk.

But silly, innocent girl that I was, I though this was going to be highly romantic – a night of cuddling with perhaps one perfect kiss as the final firework burst overhead and in that moment of silent awe, I would feel, nay hear our two hearts beat as one.

I remember that we got there about three hours early to secure a spot. The boy had not brought any kind of blanket, so this was three hours of sitting in sand, while families and yahoos settled in around us. But that was okay. It gave us a chance to talk, probably about such scintillating topics as which of our friends was screwing around on whom and what TV shows were we watching. I remember having overlooked the fact that he didn’t read because he was cute. (Never again.) It did allow a pleasant sexual tension to build between us and by the time the sun had set and the show started, I was all ready for the hand holding to begin.

Now, skip the hand holding. Because in a blink, as the crowd around us roared and the first flare lit up the sky, I felt myself pushed back onto the sand and these giant lips come towards me. Tongue may have been hanging out. And while I can’t remember that part exactly thanks to some very excellent trauma repression, I do have a very clear memory of thinking, “this is going to be gross.” Which then warred with the thought, “but I am about to be kissed.”

The kissing won out. Because I was 15 and stupid. But it was a curiously detached experience, with me trying to figure out if his lips were growing and what the polite amount of time was that I could allow this before I shoved him off me and grabbed a desperately wanted tissue to wipe off my face.

Forty minutes. That was the length of the fireworks show (of which I saw nothing) and the amount of time he kissed me with those massive, fleshy, wet lips. I take responsibility for not shutting down the action sooner, but my mother had raised me to be polite and I wasn’t sure what the polite way to express “EW THIS IS SO DISGUSTING!” was.

So I kind of tuned out and focused on all the places that sand was creeping in. And not in a pleasant “yay friction” kind of way. At long long last, the show ended. At which point he did sweetly take my hand and we began the trek to the bus stop. I tried one last time to salvage my romantic ideals with a cuddle on the bus, but that seemed to give him the idea that I wanted to kiss some more. Which I so didn’t. So I moved seats. And that was the first kiss I can remember having.

Which leads me good people, to why I write YA romantic comedy. Because while I can appreciate the humour of awkward teen passion, I’m determined to write girls who will push that boy off them for not being romantic. Or ruining the kissing experience. Girls who will say, “Nope. This isn’t working for me.” Who will make their boys smarten up and figure out how to treat a girl, even if they have to teach the guy themselves.

And I figure if I write enough great kisses, I’ll end up believing that one of them was mine.

Excellent theory! I approve 🙂

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3. Sassy minxGeeks out over: cool tech.
Squees for: great storytelling.
Delights in: fabulous conversation.
Writes about: where love meets comedy. Awkwardness ensues.
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A Date of Godlike Proportions by Tellulah Darling
(The Blooming Goddess Trilogy #2.5)
Publication date: December 20th 2013
Genres: Comedy, Mythology, Young Adult
Synopsis:

There’s bound to be pressure when it takes 2500 years to get to a second date. Which is exactly why Theo Rockman, a.k.a. Prometheus, would rather not go. With his best friend gravely injured and the fate of humanity still on the line, Theo has all sorts of creative excuses to avoid dating swoon-worthy god and love of his life, Hephaestus.

YA romantic comedy gets an epic mythological twist in the free (at select retailers) short story A Date of Godlike Proportions (The Blooming Goddess Trilogy Book 2.5). Being human hasn’t killed Theo, but this date just might.

Excerpt:

Great. The cavalry had arrived. I flicked my gaze over to my other best friend Hannah, staring at me incredulously from her position in the doorway, where she had joined Festos.

Festos patted Hannah on the shoulder affectionately before edging past her to leave.

I reluctantly tore my eyes from his retreating figure to meet her bemused gaze.

Allies. That’s what I needed. “There’s too much at stake right now—like your future for example—for us to be going out on a—”

She flapped a hand at me. “Get dressed.”

I looked down at what I was wearing. Which was basically what I always wore. A long-sleeved black T-shirt and baggy black pants. “I’m dressed.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Pierce,” she called out.

Her boyfriend trotted into the room at her call. “Yeah, love?”

Hannah pointed to a spot in front of me. “Stand there and look pretty, so this idiot gets the picture.”

Pierce nodded. He got into position and, with a toss of his blond tousled head, adopted the most pouty model boy expression imaginable. He winked at me, obviously amused.

Hannah blinked at him. “Whoa. That’s pretty … pretty.”

“Down, Saul,” I said. “Besides, he’s the God of Love. I’m sure there’s some kind of inherent pretty built into his DNA. With me?” I cast a skeptical look down at myself. “Festos knows what he’s getting.”

Pierce pulled up a desk chair and turned it around to straddle it.

Hannah kicked my legs away so she could sit down on the bed next to Sophie. She picked her friend’s hand up to clasp between her own. Her lip quivered as she stared at her friend but she quickly replaced any concern with a determined glare my way.

She crossed her legs and leaned forward toward me. “Have you seen that boy’s room? It’s like a hurricane went off in there. He’s going nuts trying to find the perfect outfit for this special event and you can’t even get changed?” She tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.

I swung my head in Sophie’s direction. “Did you not notice your bestie lying there unconscious?”

Her hand tightened on Sophie’s. “Don’t be an idiot. Or drag Soph into this. We’re here. Nothing else is going to happen to her. She needs to heal. And don’t pull any of that ‘fate of the universe’ crap either. It’s one night. So, next excuse. I’ll shoot that down too.”

I closed my eyes. There was silence for a blessed moment.

“You feel guilty, don’t you?” She spoke softly.

I shrugged, my eyes still closed.

I felt her make the sign of the cross over me. “I absolve you of guilt, Prometheus.”

I gave a faint smile. “I’m not Catholic.”

“Well, I have no idea how to absolve a Greek God.”

“Titan,” I murmured. “And I’m not even that anymore.”

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Cover Reveal! Beneath Our Faults by Charity Ferrell

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Excerpt Tour with Giveaway! Hunger Moon by Melissa Snark (A Victoria Storm/ Loki’s Wolves novel)

Today I’m thrilled to bring you an exclusive excerpt from Melissa Snark’s new novel, Hunger Moon! Read on to find out all about the series, read the excerpt, and enter the giveaway to win!

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The Child ThiefTHE CHILD THIEF by Melissa Snark

A Victoria Storm novella

#1 Loki’s Wolves series

Genre:  Paranormal/urban fantasy

Published:March 17, 2013

Amazon ASBN B00CJ1D1BI

ISBN 9781301101122

 

Blurb:

Valkyrie Victoria Storm has werewolf hunters hell bent on revenge trying to kill her. She can barely keep her own downtrodden pack alive, let alone respond to the pleas of a murdered mother.  Can she set aside her differences and work with her sworn enemy to save a little boy from a Christmas nightmare?

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 Hunger Moon

HUNGER MOON by Melissa Snark

A Victoria Storm novel

#2 Loki’s Wolves series

Genre:  Paranormal/urban fantasy

Published April 25, 2013

ISBN-10: 1492107581

ISBN-13: 978-1492107583

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Blurb:  Victoria Storm faces seemingly insurmountable odds to keep her dwindling pack of werewolves alive and together. She fights hunters- including the brother and father of her deceased lover-and the pack takes another devastating loss. When they seek sanctuary in a small town near Lake Tahoe, high in the secluded Sierra Nevada Mountains, Victoria discovers they are infringing on the territory of a vastly more powerful Alpha wolf. To save her pack, she uses her feminine wiles to seduce the Alpha. Nothing comes easily for Victoria. Her plans are complicated by the Alpha’s erratic son, a ghostly wife, and a vengeful witch. Not even her status as a Valkyrie or the favor of the Goddess Freya can change the course of destiny for Victoria or her packmates.

 

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Melissa Snark is an erotic romance and paranormal fantasy author. She lives in Northern California with her husband, three children and a glaring of domestic house cats.

 

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Hunger Moon Excerpt #6

“A self-professed failure. I’m not surprised. After all, you’re still living at home, and let me guess, no job?”

Murderous anger drove the amusement from Logan’s eyes. He performed a pantomime of hurt, his hand pressed to his heart. “Wow, they really teach trailer trash how to be mean.”

A year ago, his insult would have meant nothing. Thanks to the hunters, she could no longer afford a trailer park as a home for her pack. Rage turned her hands to claws. She killed him with her glare.

“I can recite my lineage all of the way back to Fenrir. My mother’s line has produced a werewolf every generation going back a millennium.”

“Why’d your mama breed with a coyote then, little girl?”

She must not kill him.

Victoria bit back a slur against Logan’s lineage, only because to deride him also meant insulting Arik. Sides heaving, she fumed and forced her hands to revert.

He dismissed any threat she posed with a smirk and a shrug. Balancing on his heels, Logan extracted a small container from his pocket and popped the lid. He threw back his head, tossed candy into his mouth, and crunched it between his teeth. The tantalizing scent of sweet citrus filled the air.

Her stomach snarled. Hunger clawed at her ribs.

Logan’s brow shot up and he cast a deliberate glance at her abdomen. He smirked. “Hungry?”

“What are those?”

“Breath mints.” Logan held up the container. “Want some?”

Victoria sharply nodded. He tossed her the box, and she caught it out of the air. Without hesitation, she downed the entire contents of the container within seconds. It did nothing to abate her hunger, but it deprived him of his candy.

She hurled the empty plastic box back at Logan, aiming for his face. His left hand flashed, and he caught it out of the air. “You ate all of my candy.”

“Sue me,” she said with a saccharine smile.

“I would but you don’t look like you’re good for the nickel.”

 

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An Interview and Giveaway with a Sexy, Hot-Tempered Book Boyfriend (Gavin from Deanna Roy’s Forever Loved)

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Interview with a Sexy, Hot-Tempered Book Boyfriend

Today we’re going to learn more about Gavin Mays, a Harley-riding, body-building mechanic who attends the University of California at San Diego. He was also a father for seven days, and the death of his newborn son had a profound impact on his life straight out of high school.

Gavin is from the bestselling new adult romance Forever Innocent by Deanna Roy (just 99 cents through Jan. 24) and makes another appearance in the second book in the series, Forever Loved, which just came out Jan. 10.

Q: So Gavin, why are you riding a Harley these days?

A: Economics. Poor college student = cheap ride.

 

Q: Harley’s aren’t cheap.

A: I built this one from scrap.

 

Q: Did you always have an affinity for working on cars and bikes?

A: Wasn’t much of a choice. My dad always seemed to drive junkers, and we had to keep them running.

 

Q: Why UC San Diego?

A: Well…I guess that’s complicated. I got accepted here senior year, but when we found out my girlfriend was pregnant, we decided to stay close to home and go to New Mexico State instead.

 

Q: But life changed your plan?

A: Yeah. Finn died when he was a week old. And I, well, I sort of took off. Ended up in Cali.

 

Q: So you went back to the school you originally intended. What are you studying?

A: Geology.

 

Q: Why did you choose that?

A: When I was a kid, my grandfather gave me a geode. We cracked it open and I was shocked to learn that something that looked so dull and boring — just a rock — could be so beautiful inside. I still have it — well, half of it.

 

Q: What happened to the other half?

A: I gave it to another little girl.

 

Q: A friend?

A: Yes, Corabelle. She lived behind me.

 

Q: Talking about her seems to upset you. She was special?

A: She was Finn’s mother.

 

Q: You still see her?

A: Naw. You walk out of your kid’s funeral, you kinda don’t have much latitude to come back.

 

Q: If you could say something to her right now, what would it be?

A: [Hesitates.] People always ask you if you do one thing over, what would it be? I know exactly what it would be. I wouldn’t leave. I’d be a better man. I’d be there for her, for all the people I let down.

 

Q: You think you’ll get a chance to tell her that?

A: She’s moved on I’m sure. Fate wasn’t too kind to us. Not thinking it will ever get any kinder.

 

Q: So what’s the plan with this Geology degree?

A: If I ever get it? I’m on the ten-year plan.

 

Q: [Laughs.] I guess right now is about just mucking through.

A: I think that’s mostly what life is all the time.

 

This interview precedes the first book in the Forever series, Forever Innocent (just 99 cents through Jan. 24). The sequel and conclusion to Gavin’s love story with Corabelle, Forever Loved, came out Jan. 10.

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Forever Loved by Deanna Roy
(The Forever Series #2)
Publication date: January 10th, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis: 

The much-anticipated sequel to the bestselling new adult romance Forever Innocent.

When Gavin saves Corabelle from her plunge into the frigid waters of the Pacific, he knows her recovery from pneumonia is only the beginning of their journey. They share a difficult history — a teen pregnancy, a seven-day-old baby who died of a heart condition, and his decision four years ago to leave Corabelle behind and not look back.

But there are no secrets between them now. As Gavin and Corabelle build a new future together, they learn to trust each other again, falling back on that love they have shared since they were children.

But their past has one last shocking surprise, a revelation that will shake their tender bond and pierce the heart of Corabelle, who has just begun to believe that she truly is Gavin’s only forever love.

Forever Loved is the heart-wrenching conclusion to Corabelle and Gavin’s passionate story.
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Excerpt:

In this scene, Corabelle has been recovering from pneumonia after taking a winter plunge into the ocean. This is her first shower she has been allowed, and she recalls what it was like to have free reign with Gavin before she was so ill.

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I closed the door and stripped off the infernal cotton gown I was so sick of. The spray was delicious, pounding and hot. I washed my hair, then washed it again, finally starting to feel like the sand grit was really gone.

I wished for Gavin to be with me, pressing against my back, his arms around me. We’d only showered together once in this brief time we’d been back together, but it was seared into my memory. The water had gleamed on his arms, running in rivulets along the indentations of his biceps. I’d been mesmerized by their trailing paths, and turned in to him, to see all the other places the water would go.

He’d had droplets on his eyelashes, little diamonds that flew off when he shook his head. He’d taken my heavy wet hair in his hands and twisted it up, turning me around again so he could run a washcloth across my back.

His lips followed the path, skimming across my shoulders and coming up to my neck. He released my hair over the opposite shoulder so his hands could come around, kneading my breasts, slippery with soap.

I could feel him hot and hard against my back and pressed into his body. We had never gotten far in a shower when we were young, either afraid of being caught when I lived at home, or later, in our own apartment, refraining due to my girth from the baby, and my clumsiness. But this, I could see how it could work.

One of his hands slid along my belly and down below, toying with the folds. My knees started to waver, but his other arm came around my waist, holding me solidly against him. He found the little nub he was searching for, and began to work it in lazy circles. I reached out to steady myself against the tile wall as the world tilted.

The water splattered against my skin, heightening everything. He spread me wider, probing more deeply, and a mewling sound squeezed out of my throat. The steam rose off my body, and he moved faster, pressing his hips into my back with every stroke of his fingers. I felt a dam threatening to burst and leaned forward, wanting more of him, all of him.

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Deanna Roy is a passionate advocate for women who have lost babies. She founded PregnancyLoss.Info in 1998 and runs many online and in-person support groups. She is the author of several two-hankie reads, including Forever Innocent, Stella & Dane, and Baby Dust.
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Cover Reveal! Lover, Divine by A. Star (Mythos: Gods and Lovers series)

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Lover, Divine by A. Star
(Mythos: Gods & Lovers #1)
Publication date: February 25th 2014
Genres: Adult, Mythology, Romance
Synopsis:
Born into one of the wealthiest families in Ireland, Siobhan Law has status, privilege, and a secret: The Greek gods of Olympus and their kingdom in the clouds are real, and her family acts as one of their agents on Earth.When the beautiful immortal celeste Liam Argyros shows up claiming to have come to Earth to deal in the affairs of the divine, Siobhan finds herself unable to resist his charms. New to the game of passion and seduction, she quickly ends up in over her head, sinking deeper with every attempt Liam makes to win her over.

But Liam’s divine mission is far more complex than she ever imagined and nothing is truly as it seems. Because Liam has a secret of his own: He is Apollo, Olympian god of the Sun, and his mission will never be complete until he has claimed Siobhan’s heart forever.

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A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She likes to read it, and she damn sure likes to write it. Her first adult romance/fantasy novella is called Invasion, an alien romance about sacrifice. Lover, Divine is the first release from the Mythos: Gods and Lovers series. Future releases under A. Star include, King, Desired (Mythos: Gods and Lovers #2), the Love & Steampunk series, the Purr, Inc. stories, and more.
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Cover Reveal and Giveaway! Broken Love & Forever Bound by Layla Stevens

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Synopsis

Kayla Ashby is bound by her terrifying past, but what haunts her most is her dreams. Can Kayla’s dreams be real? In her dreams, she can fulfill all her erotic desires; she has no boundaries, and can be anyone or anything she wants. She often finds herself with erotic clothing and using a whip and handcuffs.

Kayla has a problem in real life dealing with her demons but at night, while she is sleeping she is no longer the scared little girl she once was. Are her dreams telling her who she really is? And can she break away from her fears to become that person or will she be forever bound by her past?

Her heart is bound to another. She has loved him from the very beginning, but is she worthy of him and his love? Is it possible to overcome all those thoughts and dreams that hold her back and move on? Can Kayla overcome her abandonment issues and discover what it is like to truly love?

Garrett Winters holds his feelings close to his heart. Keeping his true feelings deep inside, hidden from those who surround him, including the one who he wants nothing more than to capture. Lovers come and go, but no one else comes close to doing what they do for each other their bond is immeasurable.

Will fate bring him to his true love or will he forever be bound to finding his heart? When they cross paths again, can their love overcome or will they both be forever, broken?

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I am 34 years old and writing my first book. I am married to my husband David who is being very supportive of my choice to write a book. {I think he likes the fact that I run ideas off his head.} But he would never tell anyone that. I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage who is the light of my life. {I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give birth to her but I choose her. I am blessed with great friends who have always had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am enjoying the ride. I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all you have to do is ask. I can be reached anytime on face book https://www.facebook.com/tiffanisandersonn And my author page https://www.facebook.com/authorlayla.stevens?fref=ts https://www.facebook.com/pages/Layla-Stevens/697947530238039

And of course twitter @authorLayla And I have also entered the blog world http://laylastevensauthor.wordpress.com/

I look forward to you all reading my book. I hope that it sparks something inside of you that says wow

Love Always Layla Stevens

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 As I am finally outside I can still hear the low beats of the music and I know that I am lost in my own thoughts. I hear the doors open but never look over to see who it is. Like I care, because I don’t know anyone but VI and Wyatt and I am sure she is taking Wyatt to Heaven right about now. As I am caught up in my past life, I think to myself I have to keep my past to myself. I have not even told VI everything that happened or the real reason I am back home. I know the horror stories better than anyone. Hell, I lived them. VI has questioned me why I never wear shorts or skirts. I always change the subject because it makes me cry, and I am tired of shedding tears for my past. I hate that fucking Foster family. The damn Stantons. On the outside they were the perfect white collar family, had money, and had clout within this damned city. But when we were home it was far from perfect. The boys, or assholes as I call them, tortured me in all ways. Wow, big flipping deal. They took everything from me. I have the stupid ass scars to prove it. The bastards left me for dead. Sad thing is, I would not even spit on them if they were burning alive in front me. I’d let the bastards burn. I am still lost in my own thoughts, and I never even thought about looking around to see who was out there with me. I know people are around, as I can hear muffled conversations and even someone panting like they are having sex out here in the open. I would not doubt it, as it is dark enough out here and they would have the privacy, and it is turning me on like there is a damn fire burning on the inside. I have to get some damn relief and fucking soon I think to myself, but something still feels off. I still feel as though I am being watched. I shake my head from right to left to just shake the feeling I have, when all of a sudden I turn my head more to the left and there is he is. Garrett is standing right fucking there staring at me with a look of pure animal lust in his eyes. The things I want to do this man makes my insides tingle. What the hell? Why am I feeling like this? The next thing I know, I am pushed up against the side wall by the door and the railing that leads to the parking area. He is kissing me with all his might. I am trying to fight him for all of about negative 3 seconds. His hands are going all over my body and I am so stunned by the intrusion that I can’t do anything. My hands are not moving, but my body is betraying me in all aspects. I have a tingling sensation deep down in my deepest part of my core. He is like a fucking itch I can’t scratch. My nipples are so hard they are like diamonds. I can feel the wet spot on my jeans, and all he is doing is kissing me. I am kissed like I am the last woman alive. I see shooting stars in the back of my eyes. I feel myself surrender to his kisses. I want this man so fucking bad, but I know I am not worth his time. I never thought I’d see him again much less, kissing me like there is no tomorrow… “Holy Hell,” I think to myself. I could die right now and be in heaven, but I have to fight it, because I can’t let him know he is affecting me the way that he is.

 

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