Friday, October 31, 2014

Release Day Blitz for Forever Hold On by A.L. Wood








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Jason, fun and easy-going has lived a normal life.

Raven, full of anger and resentment is stuck living in the past.

Can Jason's aggressiveness override Ravens hardened exterior?

Will Raven realize that she deserves more than what she's allowing herself?

Find out when you join Steele's Army on vacation.

Forever, Hold On is the fifth installment in the Rock Romance Series.


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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Release Day Blitz for Handled 2 by SE Hall and Angela Graham



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Of course this is how it goes!When I escape outside like an immature brat, everything's fine. When I come to help carry wood, I die. Such is the Book of Paige, an ironic tragedy."Listen to me," he says determinedly. "You're out of time. I need you to trust me, Paige. Just this once, baby, please." It's the absolute terror in his voice that wins me over, claiming me fullybefore I even notice the fear in his watery eyes as well. "Very, veryslowly, bend your knees, and get down on your stomach. All your weight, flat and even, gentle, but at once. Got it?""Yeah," I croak, trembling uncontrollably as I follow his exact directions. Wow, so this is what it feels like to hand control over to another person, sharing your load, risking disappointment and hurt on the off chance of gaining better, greatness even? It's new and not completely unbearable.


Handled (book one): An Erotic Quickie
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Nothing makes my cock stand at attention like my lil' Firecracker.She thinks she can hide behind that sharp tongue and those succulent pink lips, but it only makes her taste all the sweeter.I can't get enough...if only she could say the same.Additional GraphicsAbout the



Authors: S.E. Hall

S.E. Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing. She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!
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I am happily married to my husband of five years, have three wonderful children and a beautiful feline companion that keeps me company during late night writing binges.
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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Release Day Blitz for Surviving Us by Erin Noelle

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Two survivors.

Two weeks.

One awakening.

When Bristol Criswell travels to St. Lucia for an Enduring Life retreat, she hopes to discover encouragement and support from like souls. A vacation fling is the furthest thing from her mind, especially not with a cocky-mouthed, arrogant jerk like Davis McKay.

But when it becomes evident she can't deny the magnetic attraction between the two, she gives in to her desires, and for the first time in her life, learns the difference between simply living and truly feeling alive.

As their time in paradise quickly comes to an end, will her heart be able to withstand another devastating loss when it's time to say goodbye, or will their connection be strong enough to survive the real world?

Death brought them together, but love will give them a reason to live.
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SURVIVING  US EXCERPT
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A  loud rapping on my door startles me and I rush across the room to see  who's there, thinking maybe Lena forgot to tell me something.  Swinging open the door, I'm surprised to see D standing there with  my two suitcases.
"You  have my stuff," he declares with obvious annoyance.
I crinkle my forehead with confusion.  "Excuse me?"
"They  mixed up the bags, put yours in my room," he sets my two bags  directly inside the doorway, "so I'm assuming mine are here. I  kinda need them to take a shower."
My  face lights up at the mention of my newfound discovery, forgetting  about his moodiness. "Did you see the shower?" I ask excitedly.  "It's the most heavenly thing ever."
He  rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "No, I haven't. It's a  shower-a place to get clean."
"I  know you told me you usually act like one, but does D really stand  for Dick?"  I spout off, unable to understand how anyone could be in a bad mood  in this tropical paradise. "'Cause it sure the hell would fit  perfectly."
Spinning around waiting for him to  answer, I eye his bags in the corner and stomp over to retrieve them.  When I whirl around to throw the smaller one at him, he's resting  against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his  t-shirt stretched tightly over his muscular biceps, hat still low on  his face, and a playful grin plastered on his face. Yet another mood  change.
"You're not going to make this easy,  are you, Trouble?" he drawls huskily.
"Make what easy? And why am I trouble?" My voice rises  along with my annoyance. "I haven't done anything to you!"
Slowly, he stands up straight, twists his  cap around backwards, and begins stalking over to me, causing me to  back up slowly. Holy shit, he's  gorgeous. "You're trouble,  because you show up on my plane, all naïve and innocent, completely  unaware of the effect your sexy-ass legs and beautiful brown eyes  have on me and every other fucking guy around." My back hits the  wall as he closes in. I hold his bag up to my chest as a shield.
"Then, you announce you're going to  be here,  at this damn retreat I didn't want to come to in the first place,  forcing me to be around you for twelve straight days," he grabs the  duffel from my hands and tosses it to the ground, his eyes never  leaving mine, "knowing I don't need to get anywhere near you,  because if you're half as messed up as I am in the head, the only  thing we can cause each other," he lowers his face to mine, so  close I can almost taste his warm, minty breath, and whispers, " is trouble."
Right now, in this moment, I want him to  kiss me more than I've ever wanted to be kissed in my life. Despite  the fact he's a temperamental ass and I know what he just said is  true,  my brain has forgotten about the underlying reason we're  both here, the reason we're both permanently emotionally damaged,  and all I can think about is how those sexy full lips will feel  pressed against mine.
I close my eyes instinctively, either  waiting for the contact or for him to walk away, but he does neither.  He hovers in front of my face for seconds, minutes, hours-I have no  idea how long-before he rests his forehead against mine and sighs.
"It's been an overwhelming, whirlwind  of day for you, Bristol," he says softly, drawing my eyes open.  "Think about what you want long and hard before you make any  decisions, ‘cause once I take this pretty little mouth, I'm  taking the rest of you too. But remember, no matter what happens  while we're here, when it's time to leave, we return to two  different cities and two separate lives."
He pushes off the wall, turning on his  heel and scooping his suitcases up on his way to the door. "My real  name is Davis, and the ball's now in your court, Trouble."
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Nerdy Book Freak's Review 5 STARS!I just couldn't get enough of this story Surviving Us was just so good when it landed on my kindle early I devoured it in one sitting. I fell in love with Davis right of the bat. Erin has always been one of my favorite authors and as always she hasn't disappointed me a must read book and a definite must one click!!

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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
 


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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

COVER REVEAL FOR TAMED by K.A.Robinson


Tamed, Torn Series #5, will release on November 4th, 2014. This book focuses on Adam and Amber. Adam is the guitarist with a wild streak in the Torn Series band, Breaking The Hunger. Amber is the best friend of the main character of Torn, Chloe. Both of these characters have a wild streak, something you're aware of if you've read the other Torn Series books.
Tamed can be read as a standalone.
I hope you like your rockers a whole lot dirty, because with Adam, that's what you'll get.
Description:
Mistakes—my life has been full of them. Time and time again, I’ve tried to change, tried to make the right choices, but it doesn’t matter. I always screw up.

I hoped that Adam would be different, that he wouldn’t be a mistake. Our relationship was supposed to be about sex and nothing more.

Fun, easy, simple—that was what we wanted.

But things are never simple, not for me.

Adam changed me. He made me the person I am today. I hate who I am and what I’ve become. I'm not proud of the things I've done.

I thought my greatest mistake would be falling in love with him.

I was wrong.

My greatest mistake is much, much worse.

I’ve lost control.

I have a secret I can’t hide.

It’s going to destroy everything.

My name is Amber, and this is my story.
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K.A. Robinson is twenty-four years old and lives in a small town in West Virginia with her husband and toddler son. She is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Torn Series, The Ties Series, Breaking Alexandria, Taming Alec, and Deception. When she’s not writing, she loves to read books that usually have zombies in them. She is addicted to rock music and coffee, mainly Starbucks and Caribou Coffee. 

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Friday, October 17, 2014

BLOG TOUR for Bittersweet Symphony by J.L. Beck

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Bittersweet Symphony (Bittersweet #4) By J.L. Beck

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**Half of all sales of this book for the month of October will go towards The National Breast Cancer Foundation. If you would like to donate please visit http://www.nationalbreastcancer.org/ for more details** 
-This book is suitable only to readers 18++ due to sexual situations, language, and violence.-
I’m a good girl. I don’t go out and party and I most definitely don’t sleep with half the student body. That’s what makes me and Ryder Winchester an unlikely duo. We should never work out, but yet I’m pulled to him like a moth to a flame. I want him, and I know he wants me. He has secrets that I know I could never understand, but so do I. We all have secrets, things we hide from others in fear of what they would think of us if they ever found out.   I’m a bastard. An asshole. Most days I couldn't give a shit what someone has to say to me. That is until I meet Kennedy Chaps. She’s different, strong, well opinionated, and completely naive to the person I am... My body, mind, and soul pull to her like no other. I could have her, but I won’t. I won’t taint her. I won't shut out her light.   We both have secrets so deep that allowing them to escape would be like losing a part of the person we are. But as friendship morphs into something much deeper I feel myself confessing my secrets; things that could very well be the end of us.   Sometimes it’s about finding the right person to tell your secrets to.   Sometimes it’s about the risk.   Sometimes two damaged souls can’t heal all wounds, sometimes love is not enough. Hearts get broken, people lose hope, and love dies.   We are Ryder Winchester and Kennedy Chaps and this is our story.
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I have been waiting for Ryder's book for so long and i Absolutely loved this book! Bittersweet Symphony is probaly my favorite in the series to date. Ever since the first book Ryder has intrigued me and I wanted to read his story. Not only is this book fantastic but I have loved this whole series and can't wait for more!!!


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Worry eats at my insides. I’m scared. Terrified. Sam knows. He obviously knows and told Ryder. I know Ryder is playing it off as nothing, simply looking at me as a way to rid the pain. I want him just as bad as he wants me, but I am not sure I can follow through with everything that’s going on. I have to do something to find a way to stop Sam before he ruins our lives, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness. I can feel the tears slipping from my eyes at the very idea of never seeing Ryder’s face again, of never being able to show him that life is worth more than what he has been given, of never making him believe that he isn’t anything like his father. He is amazing, kind, generous, loving, protective…I just hope that someday he will realize who he really is. Wiping away the tears, I fix my hair and force myself to calm down. Getting out of the car, I walk up the front steps to Ryder’s apartment complex. It has been a week since the incident with Sam and I haven’t heard from him. It is as if he fell off the radar. I try to gather my thoughts and emotions, but once at his door, I have to pull my heart out of my stomach. I am not sure what horrible incident will happen first: Will my heart beat out of control, sending me into cardiac arrest, or will I vomit all over his floor? Raising my fist to knock on the door, I stop. A noise on the other side of the door startles me, freezing me into place. It sounds like things are being thrown throughout the house. My heart rate picks up, and my body goes into overdrive as fear finds its way into my mind. I can’t bury it if I tried. Without hesitation, I grab the handle of the door. The coldness of the metal is the only thing I can sense. Turning it, I open the door and my heart plummets to the floor. Danger registers in my mind, but I’m too worried about Ryder to pay it any attention. The apartment is trashed. It looks as if someone has gone through the place looking for something, but never finding it. I hear the slamming of doors down the hall… “Ryder?” I call out. Feelings are lodged in my throat. I don’t think I can do this. Taking one look at the apartment, I can tell he is already spiraling out of control. He is losing himself. “What?” he roars gruffly from down the hall. I can hear the pain laced in his voice. Anger vibrates off of him with every step he takes toward me. He looks nothing like the man I have fallen so helplessly for. Instead, the shell of that person stands before me. He is shirtless and sweaty. His face has a week’s worth of scruff, and his hair is all over the place. “Are you okay?” I ask as innocently as I can. I have never been more afraid of Ryder than I am in this very moment. I can see the unstableness within him. Like a teeter-totter, he needs something, or someone, to balance him out, but he has to want it, first. He picks up a nearby bottle of what I assume to be alcohol. He reeks of whiskey and another sweet smell. “Do I look okay, Kennedy?” he sneers sarcastically. The words are like a slap to my face. What happened to him? I take a soft step backward, not wanting to trap myself within his grasp. If I am being honest, I know he’s not okay. His eyes are blood shot while his face is a beautiful, ragged mess. He is so damaged, and it hurts my heart. I thought I was the only one suffering, but obviously I was wrong. How could I have been so blind to Ryder’s needs, to what he so desperately needed from me? “Not really… You look… not…good,” I mumble through my words, not wanting to say the wrong things that may upset him even more. But then my feistiness sparks, and I start to gather my courage. “No one’s heard from you in like a week. You haven’t even called me.” I don’t want to sound needy, but I have missed him. I wanted to make sure he is okay, but I wanted to see him too. My eyes linger over the muscles of his chest, the muscles that make up that delectable V of his. “Really?” He barks out before taking another chug from the bottle. I seriously need to find every bottle of alcohol in this place and pour it out. “That’s weird because the only one who called me was you… and then you have my piece of shit father… but that doesn’t really matter now… does it?” I watch him, carefully listening to his slurring thoughts for any hidden meanings. “It matters…” “It doesn’t… and I’m not even sure why you’re still here, Kennedy.” He is fucking stupid if he doesn’t know why I am here. He is stupid to assume anything in the state he is in. “You’re stupid if you don’t know why I’m still here,” I state, trying to hide my anger, knowing he will just get off on it. He is at the tipping point, and I don’t want to give him any more steam. “I’m stupid…” He lets out a harsh, vile sounding laugh. “I’m the one, but you’re… you’re the innocent, precious, perfect beauty… standing in front of me… trying to pull me off the cliff.” I look around the room. The couches are overturned, the dining room table broken, glass is all over the place, and everything else is strewn all around. I wonder how the cops haven’t been called yet. “What happened?” I ask curiously, wanting to take the attention off of me. “What didn’t happen?” he responds gruffly, pushing off the counter while slamming back another drink. I eye the bottle precariously; I need to get it away from him, but I don’t dare get close to him. I know the Ryder I care about wouldn’t hurt me, but this Ryder is someone darker, meaner, and more abrasive with less boundaries. “You should probably put the bottle down.” He eyes me, the darkness within him casting out any good. The light within him is diminishing with every drink. “You should probably leave.” He takes a step toward me, and my breathing hesitates. Fear spikes down my spine, but I can’t look away from him. My feet are glued to the floor, and I know I won’t leave this place until I save him and bring him back to me. We both might be broken, but he is far more broken than I; if I have to, I will save the two of us, making us whole again. I shake my head no, afraid that my voice will tremble, giving away just how much he affects me. Before I can even blink, he is directly in front of me, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck. I am shaking like a leaf in the wind. I know he can feel it. He takes a drink from the bottle again, and the scent of whiskey invades my senses. He smells dark and dangerous, and even though I’m frightened by him, I’m intrigued as well. “Are you afraid of me?” he asks softly. His voice is that of the Ryder I have grown to know, but the look in his eyes tells me it’s merely a façade. “No,” I declare, somehow finding my voice. I so badly want to take him into my arms and tell him it will be okay, but I know that isn’t what he needs. “Are you sure?” he taunts me, his fingers seizing my neck harder. There’s no pain, just discomfort. Then it dawns on me: he thinks he can hurt me and everyone else who cares about him, like he’s his father. He is wrapped up in his very own dark world, letting the thoughts assault him. “I know you’re in there somewhere, Ryder. Find your way out, find your way back to me,” I beg, my hands landing in fists against his chest. He’s warm, and I’m so enveloped up in the feeling that I don’t realize we are moving until my back slams into the wall. His body pins mine, a feral look in his eyes as the bottle of whiskey hits the floor. I can’t breathe, nor can I force myself to close my eyes. I can’t do anything to protect myself from him; I’m at his mercy. “This is me, Kennedy. The person you thought you knew never existed. My father killed him a long time ago.” His hand skims over my chest, my heartbeat skyrocketing to a point where I’m afraid I will die.
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J.L. Beck is the author of Bittersweet Revenge(A Bittersweet Novella Book 1). A four part novella series. She lives in Elroy, WI with her husband Brandon, and daughter Bella. Since the moment she could reach the shelves on the book shelf shes been reading, thus influencing her to write. Her favorite books are those that leave an imprint on your soul. You know the ones that have you putting everything off because you have to find out what happens next.
When she's not writing or reading(of course)you can find her picking up after her three year old daughter, or explaining to her husband why its unsafe to do something any other way, than the way your wife told you too.
Shes a huge fan of all things drama, with shows like The Vampire Diaries, and Arrow being some of her favorites. She's addicted to all things social media, caffeine, and Starbucks.
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