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jueves, 9 de abril de 2015
jueves, 2 de abril de 2015
Betrothed by Lola White | Cover Reveal |
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Betrothed
by Lola White
In
witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and
marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love.
Humiliated by a string of broken betrothals, Ileana Lovasz only wants freedom
from her manipulative grandfather. So when she’s forced into meeting her next
suitor, she decides to give the budding relationship all she’s got.
Eliasz Levy simply wants an alliance with Ileana’s brother Silviu, a man rising
through the witching ranks. That is, until the Lovasz woman arrives at his home
and stirs up emotions Eliasz never thought to feel.
Silviu has bigger things on his mind than his sister’s marriage. Georgeanne
Davenold, Silviu’s betrothed and the key to his rise in power, is back in his
life after a ten-year separation that left her distrustful of his intentions.
Their union is a novelty, spanning the divide between matriarchal and
patriarchal Families. Their union is also alarming, combining the influence and
magic of two witches only heard of in myth and legend.
Ileana, Eliasz, Silviu and Georgie must build an alliance that will help them
all get what they want, but with too many lies and too many enemies, the game
they’re playing turns treacherous.
When the two women come under attack, neither Silviu nor Eliasz knows which is
the target. They only know that they will protect the women their hearts have
claimed as their own, even though that means defying the traditions of witching
society, risking every goal they hold dear and confronting the dangerous
members of their own families.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.
I write what I write, which is erotic fiction. Sometimes horror, sometimes
paranormal, sometimes romance. It’s all sexy, and hopefully not predictable
because I like to twist reality at its edges in my story. I like delving into
the emotions of my characters, I like finding their strengths and weaknesses,
and I like to see and show how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has
found them. But sometimes, they can’t, and there is no happy ending. Don’t try
to label my collection of tales beyond the most basic description, EROTICA,
because I write whatever story comes to mind, whatever speaks to me. Take a
look around, I think you’ll find something that speaks to you, too.
Lola White is the author of Demon's Bond, Monster's Chains and Ties of Family,
her psychic trilogy, as well as several short stories. She's currently working
on two other series and making copious notes on all the plots racing through
her imagination.
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The Darkest Frost, Vol 1 of a 2-part serial by Tanya Holmes | Cover Reveal |
The Darkest Frost, Vol 1 of a 2-part serial
(TDF, #1)
by Tanya Holmes
Genre: A Gothic paranormal romance with a twist.
Release Date: June 22, 2015
Blurb
When the ghost of her best friend begs for her help, psychic detective Denieve Knight goes undercover as a live-in domestic to catch a killer. She sets her sights on the most likely suspect: her friend’s mysterious employer, Doctor Braeden Frost.
Dubbed "Dr. Death" by the press, the notorious hematologist is linked to nineteen other suspicious fatalities—all are former patients. The brooding recluse is a man of many secrets, the darkest of which may be lurking beneath the leather gloves he never removes.
Excerpt
THE DARKEST FROST,
Volume 1 of a 2-part serial,
© Tanya Holmes
Fear all but crippled me as I listened to the wind beating the treetops. Listened to the creaks and groans of the house. Took some effort, but I got up and inched my way to the door with legs as steady as rubber
bands. I yanked it open only to find the hallway empty except for a fiery trail of footprints. Strangely, the carpet didn’t burn.
Were I not buck naked, I would’ve followed right then. Instead, I backed into my room, fully intending to throw something on. But twin headlights skipped along the wall through a crack in the drapes. I shut the door and edged over to the window to brush the heavy curtains back. High beams sliced into the darkness as a vehicle cruised up the hill, breaking free of the wispy fog.
A gunmetal-gray Jaguar taxied into the courtyard and pulled in beside my late-model Chevy. My adrenaline spiked as soon as the headlights doused. Moments later, Dr. Braeden Frost climbed from the car and slung a gray satchel over his shoulder. It appeared to be a medical bag. He was dressed in dark clothes—leather coat, pants, boots, and gloves. Even his silky hair was black. He would’ve melted into the night if not for the security lights flooding the grounds and the white aura framing his body.
I’d witnessed a similar illumination on others in his profession. Doctors. Nurses. Orderlies. Most everyone in health care. I’d seen the glow on cops and morticians too. In fact, all who came in direct contact with the dead and dying had it. Still, on Frost the neon radiance was chilling.
The wind rushed past him, sending the tail of his trench coat dancing on a breeze. Then as if he sensed my presence, his gaze shot to my window. Our eyes locked. His narrowed and I froze. Unable to move, unable to breathe, I stood rooted in place like a petrified tree. The man gave the word “presence” new meaning. He had a stillness about him, an eerie calm that chilled my blood. I was surprised yet intrigued. Intimidated yet inexplicably drawn to him.
An eternity passed before I found the will to duck away. I plastered my back against the wall, my gaze doing a mad search around the ruined room for something to put on. A light breeze hissed outside, but still I didn’t hear him move. Finally, a trunk opened and slammed shut. Next came the slow but steady sound of footsteps crunching gravel as he trudged around the left side of the house.
Downstairs a door wailed open. Floorboards creaked, then a stair, followed by another. I dashed around like a headless chicken, tearing through my clothes, desperate to find something—anything—to throw on. But then the footsteps stopped just outside my bedroom and a menacing shadow crept beneath the door.
The lock. I’d forgotten to click it.
I stood motionless in the center of the room, my gaze latched on the knob, my blood pulsing in a crazy rhythm. I was still frazzled from Caryn’s appearance, and all I kept thinking was, please, please, please don’t let him come in here with me naked as the day I was born, and the room a complete mess.
Seconds passed, and still the shadow remained. Lurking, looming, waiting.
Normally, I had to be in the same room with people to read their emotions, but only five feet separated us, and a strong odor of sulfur—anger—wafted in from the hallway. No mistaking the owner. The essence belonged to him. The smell ebbed, replaced by a hint of saltwater and allspice. The former scent was fear, the latter smacked of uncertainty. So Frost was angry, afraid, and confused by my presence. The realization made my heart go from thumping to pounding.
Seemed like hours before his shadow finally retreated. The creaking staircase should have calmed me, but I was still unnerved. I slammed my lids shut and listened to his footsteps and the jingle of keys, followed by a door groaning open. When it shut soundly moments later, I collapsed on the bed, landing in a wet heap.
What the heck had I gotten myself into?
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About the Author
Amazon Bestselling Author Tanya Holmes is a Golden Leaf double-finalist, a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist, a recipient of the Maggie Award, the MICA Award, as well as Overall Winner of the Sandy Haddad Award and a two-time finalist and one-time winner of The Emily (Best of the Best). She's happily married with children and loves reading, writing and a good cup of coffee---but not necessarily in that order. She has two novels coming out in 2015: The Darkest Frost, a two-part Gothic paranormal serial romance with a twist, and in 2016, Temptation's Edge, a contemporary romance.
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miércoles, 25 de marzo de 2015
The Flipside:Jessalyn’s Story by Leia Madison | Cover Reveal |
Title: The Flipside: Jessalyn’s Story
Author: Leia Madison
Cover Reveal: March 25th, 2015
Release Date: May 19th 2015
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Born to a prom queen, turned heroin dealer, that turned tricks for her next high, Jessalyn Rumley has lived a life that most people would say is too far-fetched to be true.
Getting pulled into fights between her mother and that monster, left Jessalyn knowing that she would be covering up bruises for days to come.
Her one saving grace from her tormented, hell storm of a life, was her Grandmother. She was her safe haven. A place where the whispers and stares from the town could never touch her.
A place where she learned, that sometimes in life, when you have nothing left to lose… the best way to change… is on the Flipside…
This is Jessalyn’s story.
Flipside Jessalyn’s Story
Watching my best friend Addison of over twenty years dance with her new fiancée, I feel my heart bursting with love and pride for her. She was never meant to be with Curt, I knew from the moment he started charming his way into her life in high school, he was bad news. But… this man… this beautiful, tall, commanding man, Michael Crestmoore, that’s her soul mate. He looks at her like a man in love, a man that will always cherish her and love her no matter what. You can always tell looking at a man when he is in love. His face will have a softness to it, a glow if you will, and his smile will reach his eyes just by looking at her.
I feel Skyler’s fingers lightly dance over the back of my neck and I know he is thinking the same thing. My husband of fifteen years Skyler Gauge Rumley is the love of my life. Sandy brown hair that at one time… was thick and lush but, add one crazy ass wife and two kids later, you get a sexy receding hairline. Blue-green eyes, and a body built like a brick shit house he’s 6’3 and 240 but he is a big Teddy bear to our kids and a sex machine for my love pocket.
If it wasn’t for Skyler, I most likely wouldn’t be the person I am today. Besides Addison, he is the only one that knows the real story of where I came from and how I survived. Sure there are loads of crap rumors and shit stories but it’s a small town and that goes hand in hand. It’s not a tiny town just small compared to Milwaukee where my Uncle Joe lives.
Joe is the brother of my dead birther, Renee Sarah Allen. I say birther because she was neither a mom or mother not even a parent really, just a junky… loser… waste of life. That may sound cruel, but it’s the truth. She used before she was preggers used during her pregnancy and as soon as she shit me out she was back on the pipe three days later. That’s what my Grammy told me anyway.
My grammy, Evalyn Louise Grace was loved by everyone in town. She is the mother of the sperm donor. His name was Joel Robert Grace A.K.A fucktard. She tried several times to save him but…
like my birther he wasn’t worth saving. Grammy took in my Uncle Joe when it was “accidently” revealed that he was gay and the Birthers family shunned and shamed him. She loved him, protected him and made sure he knew what a real family does for one another.
Most days are easy peasy and I get along just fine, but… there are the days that I think back on the birther and sperm donor and wonder why, why were the drugs more important? Why was I just a bother? I just wanted a normal family, a loving Mom and Dad. I wanted to go shopping with a Mom and fishing with a Dad, but, my fate was not that. When my life turned tragic, it was in those minutes, those hours that I knew… I knew MY life would change… and I made a promise to my future children that I would never make them feel hopeless, lost or broken. They would however feel loved, protected and never afraid.
Leia is from Iowa where she resides with her Husband and beautiful daughter. She has a spoiled yellow lab, drama queen papillion and an old grouchy cat. She loves to swim and ride bikes, both of the motor and pedal version. She is an avid fisher-woman and gardener.
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martes, 24 de marzo de 2015
Behind the Lens By, Author Heather Dahlgren ⋰⋱★⋰ Cover Reveal⋰⋱★⋰⋱
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Behind the Lens
By, Author Heather Dahlgren
Release Date: April 24, 2015
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24974769-behind-the-lens
Synopsis: The only thing Kallie Gregory ever
wanted to do was take photos. She’s been doing it for as long as she can
remember. Having succeeded in becoming an up and coming photographer, she is
living her dream daily. She’s not willing to risk anything to ruin what she’s
built.
Jax Burke has been living his
dream. He’s one of the most sought after male models with his sexy look,
muscular body and brilliant tattoos that are becoming increasingly more
recognizable. He has no problem getting anything that he wants, including the
ladies.
When Kallie and Jax meet there’s an
instant connection. They become fast friends and spend the majority of their
time together, both realizing how much they have in common with their dreams
and goals. The closer they get to each other, the stronger their attraction
becomes.
Only problem is, Jax is willing to
risk it all for a chance at love, but Kallie is not.
Is it possible for Jax to convince
Kallie to see what is behind the lens?
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sábado, 21 de marzo de 2015
Courage that Counts by Elison Grace | Cover Reveal - Debut |
Firefighters and best friends, Dylan and Roy, face death on a daily basis. Now they face death personally when Roy is diagnosed with a terminal disease.
Lana, a nurse, becomes the strength Dylan needs when everything is crashing down around him. Will he have the courage to push past the unknown?
When the life he has known goes up in flames will the love of his life rise out of the ashes?
I am a new author my debut novel is called Courage that Counts. I spend my time stalking cover models and blogging about amazing books that I have read. I love being emotionally shredded by a book and you can more often than not find me up late crying over a book. It was this love for books and some encouragement from Ashlee Taylor that drew me into this adventure of writing my own book.
domingo, 15 de marzo de 2015
She , Part 2 by Annabel Fanning | Cover Reveal - Excerpt |
She, Part 2
by Annabel Fanning
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March 15, 2015
Synopsis:
“Are you ready?” he asks.
He holds out his hand and I take it without hesitation.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Gemima and Logan are crazy about each other. In She Part 1 they fell in love. What comes after love?
Well, they’re back in Paris, and they have a lot to look forward to!
Logan’s birthday…Meeting the parents…Gemima’s promotion…And a night that will change their lives forever.
She Part 2 is an erotic tale about being in love. Combining romance, humour, and sex, this smart-talking duo will leave you saying, “Oh mon dieu!”
Excerpt 1:
Excerpt 1 (unedited & subject to change)
My afternoon is slower than my morning. A fault in the IT department means that the internet is down, making the online research that I wanted to do for my two new projects impossible. I delight in hearing my phone ring an hour before leaving time. Please be someone that’ll talk my ear off for the next hour, I beg, as I answer in my usual receptionist-style.
My wish is granted: it’s Logan!
“Look up,” his voice purrs.
I do, expectantly, and I’m not left disappointed. He’s standing the doorway between reception and the large room in which my cubicle sits. He is simply perfection. Automatically I stand as he walks over to my desk.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, feeling giddy by the surprise.
He bows his head as his lips brush softly against mine. “We’ve got a meeting,” he smiles at me.
“No, we don’t,” I stammer. Do we?
“Yes,” Logan insists, “look, it’s right here…” He retrieves a pen from my desk tidy and proceeds to write in my work diary under Monday, March 3rd:
Meeting with Logan Leary at 4.30PM ♡
“You are good at drawing love hearts,” I tease him.
Laughing, he says, “There’s not much to it, baby.” Then he takes my hand and (no doubt having been in one before during previous business meetings with Amelie) he leads the way to one of the meeting rooms, aptly choosing the one room whose blinds are down. Butterflies fill my tummy as he pulls me inside and changes the sign on the door from Vacant to Meeting in Progress: Do Not Disturb.
He shuts the door and then turns to look at me, his eyes filled with longing.
I try to ignore the feelings that have abruptly risen in me; such amorous emotions are not welcome at my place of work. I try to be cool and casual as I say, “So, this meeting…what did you want to discuss?”
“Your many curvatures,” he says.
My eyes widen, and I can’t keep the smile from my face. “Oh? Those?”
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about them all day,” he tells me.
“What about them in particular were you pondering?” I ask, twirling around and showing off my curvatures.
“Well…” he smiles.
I hold up a hand to stop. “Damn, I’ve forgotten my pen; I can’t take notes,” I sigh. I walk over to him, a smile playing on my lips, and slip my hand into the hidden breast pocket of his jacket where I know he keeps his phone. I pull it out, and ask, “You don’t mind if I take notes on here, do you?”
“I could have just handed it to you,” he points out, grinning.
“I prefer getting it myself,” I say honestly. I call up Siri and command her to start taking notes. “Now, Mr. Leary, my many curvatures…what about them?” I ask, the phone held high in my hand, taking note of our conversation.
“Well,” he begins again, “since you are so good at your job I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of less is more. I really do believe that in the case of your curvatures, the less fabric there is covering them, the better.”
Oh, Logan! “I see,” I nod. Don’t swoon, Gemima. Not yet! “Uh, just so I can fully grasp your meaning perhaps you could give me,” I pluck a number from thin air, “three examples?”
Logan smiles at me, enjoying our play with words. But before he feels able to touch me, here at my place of work, his eyes dart to the four corners of the room and he asks me cautiously, “Are there security cameras in here?”
His words hold so much hidden promise! “I don’t know,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry. What’s he going to do to me? Whatever it is, I can hardly wait! “I don’t think so, but if there are you can bet Amelie will be knocking on the door momentarily.”
We wait a few seconds; there’s no knock.
Logan’s smile returns. “Three examples?” he checks, and I nod again. “Alright, let's begin here…” His hand rests on my left hip and runs south over my thigh. “And here…” He does the same thing on my right side. “And here…” He takes a step towards me so that we’re flush against each other, and then runs both hands from the small of my back down, over my backside.
His hands glide smoothly over the fabric of my skirt, his touch turning me on. As he speaks and strokes me our eyes pour into one another’s, our lips only inches apart.
We wait another few seconds; still no one interrupts us.
“That’s three,” I say breathlessly.
“No, no,” he chuckles. “They count as one.”
Oh? I grin at him and raise an eyebrow. “Two more then,” I permit.
“Very good, Samuels,” he says. ”These count as one as well,” he tells me, his hands skimming over my breasts. “And these…” His hands trail along my collar bone, over my shoulders and down my upper arms. “And then there’s here…” This time he uses his lips to kiss the curve in my neck.
“That’s already uncovered,” I point out. Uh, shut up, Gem!
“So it is,” Logan murmurs, kissing my neck again, more fervidly. “And this curve…” He kisses my cheek. “And this one…” My nose. “And here…” My eyelid.
All uncovered also, I don’t say.
“And, of course,” he smiles against my lips, “these curves…” He kisses my lips, and I’m undone.
I throw my arms around his neck and cradle his head, kissing him with gusto. A moan escapes me as our tongues crash forcefully against one another. He’s come here, to my work, and seduced me entirely. Mmm, he tastes so delicious, his passion and fervour for me evident in the way he holds and kisses me. This definitely beats actually working!
“Before you distract me completely,” Logan breathes, sounding as flustered as I suddenly feel, “I feel I should add that there is one more curvature that I happened to know from previous experience that I cannot access when this sexy skirt of yours is on.”
“Curvatures uncovered. I understand,” I tell him. “You’ve made your point. You’ve made it very well, Mr. Leary.” I look down at Logan’s phone and tell it to stop taking notes: it’s heard quite enough!
“What would you like me to do with the notes?” his phone asks me.
My eyes grow wide. Technology talking back to me is still so weird!
“Send them to my mother,” Logan jokes.
“Sending to your mother,” the phone says in a monotonous tone.
I blanch. Shit!
Excerpt 2:
Excerpt 2 (unedited & subject to change)
His lips find mine and he crushes my tongue with his own, and I’m drowning in pleasure. I’m actually drowning; there is nowhere I can escape the satisfaction that’s building in me, no way to stem it. He’s got me pinned down, forcing me to accept every beautiful, incredible, indescribable feeling. And I love it! I love being pinned under him, feeling his weight on me!
He runs a hand down one of my legs and pulls it up under the knee, changing the angle that he enters me and then he thrusts deeply. Holy fuck! Right there!
“Logan,” I cry into his mouth. Yes, yes, yes! Releasing my hold of him I reach up and grab the headboard. Ah!
He takes me at this new angle and my drowning continues. I’m pummelled by wave after wave of ecstasy, building up to something deep and powerful.
“Baby, you are amazing,” he says, as we stare deep into one another’s eyes. Our gaze is unfocused, but still I see him; he’s close, as am I.
Logan pushes my leg higher and I whimper in rapture. So close! So fucking good! Logan’s body tenses over mine and I feel my legs stiffen. Inside I feel that phenomenal sensation of me tightening around him and with one more thrust, we come together, both of our bodies shaking violently and both us uttering an incoherent stream of nonsense. Holy hell, that was amazing!
I release my tight grip of the headboard and let my whole body relax. Logan rests heavily on top of me, his breathing rapid and his penis pulsating deep inside of me.
“Definitely the best night of my life,” he mutters against my skin, his voice somewhat muted. Then he pulls out of me and rolls on to his back, his hands tucked behind his head.
Sensing his eyes on me, I turn to look at him and find the biggest, most adorable smile plastered across his face. I burst into laughter, covering my face with my hands, thinking: I can’t believe Logan Leary is real!
About the Author:
I'm sort of international in terms of my parents' mixed-nationalities and where I've lived, but I think of myself as British. I spent my childhood in an idyllic Scottish country town. Now I live in Perth, Western Australia.
The idea for SHE came to me at the beginning of this year. I was working on a website as a freelance editor and I saw several posts about writers required for short erotic stories. My curiosity was sparked!!
I wrote the first two pages of SHE and something clicked within me. I knew I wanted to (had to) keep writing it and a plot formed in my mind soon after.
Because this was my first piece of erotic writing I had anticipated that SHE would be a short story, but once these characters got going they could not keep their hands off of each other
Very soon I surpassed the 100k mark and I had so much I still wanted to write, and so decided to cut SHE in Parts 1 & 2.
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