Friday, September 22, 2017

Release Blitz ~ Rocking Standby by Cassandra Lawson

Title: Rocking Standby
Author: Cassandra Lawson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 22
Gage


There are a lot of perks that go along with being an up and coming rock star. I may not get the private jet, but I always fly first class. Gone are the days when I have to pursue a woman. They toss their panties at me and shove their numbers in the front of my jeans. I am living a charmed life.


So, how did I end up stuck as a standby passenger, hoping to get a flight? Not only did I get stuck in coach, I ended up seated next to the girl next door. Bentley seems sweet and genuine, a far cry from the women I normally date. At least, that’s what I believed before finding out Bentley is a deceitful gold-digger.


Bentley


There is no room in my life for romance. That’s what I’ve been telling myself since I lost the number of the sweet guy I met on my flight. He somehow managed to turn my bad day around, and for a short time, I considered going out with him. He’d been funny and sweet, or so I’d believed. Boy was I wrong.


Gage Addison isn’t just some guy from my flight. He’s lead guitarist of Reckless Release—a freaking rock star! No matter how sweet they seem, I don’t date musicians, especially one who calls me a gold-digging whore the second time he sees me. Getting involved with Gage is not an option, no matter how hot he makes me.


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Cassandra Lawson is an author of paranormal romance and contemporary romantic comedy from the San Francisco Bay Area. She has always had an active imagination and enjoyed making up stories from a young age. A hopeless romantic, she loves a happy ending. When she is not writing, Cassandra enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.


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Thursday, September 21, 2017

FIRST LOOK ~ CHAPTER ONE REVEAL ~ ORACLE (GUARDIANS OF TRUTH, BOOK 1) BY ANDI COPELAND @andicopelandauthor

**FIRST LOOK**

CHAPTER ONE REVEAL

Get ready for Andi Copeland to take you on an amazing journey into a new world where good and evil clash in an epic battle - 

Oracle- Guardians of Truth book 1

Coming - September 28, 2017 

Rhennan Ward is no one
special. Or so she thought. When her grandmother gives her a Tree of Life
pendant for her eighteenth birthday, she finds out how very different she
really is. 




Rhennan is next in line to be Oracle, the one chosen by the Creator to guard
the secret of Heaven – The Tree of Life. Rhen's grandmother, the current
Oracle, fails to pass along the knowledge of Rhen’s destiny, and when strange
things start happening, Rhen believes she is going crazy. Coming into her
powers before her time, Rhen sees things she shouldn’t. Her parents are keeping
secrets from her, and that only adds to the stress she feels about her sanity.

Maddox Bell is the
new guy at school. When the tall, good-looking bad-boy shows up in his
leather jacket and moto boots, all it takes is one look into his sapphire
eyes, and he makes Rhen forget about her ex-boyfriend - the one who broke
her heart. He also makes her forget to study, and with only three months left
in the school year, Rhen is torn between keeping her perfect grade point
average and spending time with the man who has his own secrets. As Maddox
and Rhen become closer, things get stranger, threatening to rip them
apart.


When Rhen makes one desperately wrong decision, her life and that of her
family, is irrevocably changed forever.  “If this was Hell, the Christians on Earth were
going to be pissed.”

Talon Silver is
the Guardian who has been watching over Rhen her entire life. He is also the
one who rescues her from the hands of a demon. He is supposed to be one of the
good guys, having Angel blood. Why, then, is Rhen hesitant to trust him?

Angels and
demons. Good versus evil. Things aren’t always black and white, and Rhen has to
figure out who she can trust.





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Chapter One


Have you ever had a possum walk across your
grave? You know that feeling that starts at your nape and snakes its way down
your spine while the hair on your arms stands on end? Your whole body shivers
while you look around for the boogeyman, but you can’t see anything. I was
sitting in first period when it happened to me.

Again.

It didn’t take long to figure out the cause.
Our classroom door opened, and in walked the most beautiful man I had ever
seen. And when I say man, I mean this guy had to be a substitute teacher or
someone’s older brother, because there was no way he was young enough to be a
student. Long black hair brushed his shoulders which were encased in a
well-worn leather jacket. Faded jeans led to a pair of black moto boots. His
most striking feature, from the quick perusal I had given him, was his eyes.
They were a deep sapphire. I know this because I sat close to the front of the
room.

And he was staring straight at me.

That might not have been so odd if I were
Brittany or Kinsley, the prettiest girls in our class. But I wasn’t. I was
plain Rhennan Ward. For whatever reason, none of the other kids were paying any
attention to him. I turned my head toward my best friend. Surely Jenna would be
staring at him too. She wasn’t. What the heck was going on? Was I the only one
who could see how gorgeous this man was? When I turned back around, Mr. Blue
Eyes was headed toward me. I lowered my chin to my chest and averted my gaze
until he stopped and took the only vacant seat in the classroom, which happened
to be right next to mine. Great.

“Class, I would like for you to welcome Maddox
Bell. He comes to us from…” Mrs. Bain looked back down at the piece of paper
she was holding and frowned. “Anyway, say hello to Maddox.”

Maddox. Of course he would have a cool name. Not Bill or Ted, but I
had no doubt this guy had plenty of excellent adventures. His name matched his
swagger, and I still didn’t believe he wasn’t older than the rest of us. Half
the class muttered hello while the other half continued to ignore the new guy
the way they usually did.

Maddox Bell wasn’t just another guy. Something
about him was different. My skin was still itching from the way he had looked
right at me. Maybe he was an undercover cop. It’s not like our school was
exempt from kids selling drugs or teens running away. Northfield was your
average public high school. But that wouldn’t explain why he had singled me
out. I was pretty boring for the most part. No boyfriend. Highest grade point
average out of over three hundred seniors. My social life consisted of going
for coffee drinks after school with my best friend and hanging out with my
little sister. See? Boring.

I wanted so badly to turn and stare at him to
make sure I hadn’t been wrong about his looks or his age. Maybe he was so
good-looking the others couldn’t look his way, like he was an
Angel or something. Now you’re being ridiculous. My thoughts
had been off-kilter lately, so thinking Maddox Bell was an Angel wasn’t out of
the norm.

“Rhennan, if you would share your book with
Mr. Bell until we can find him one, I would appreciate it,” Mrs. Bain
announced. Maddox didn’t hesitate to scoot his desk closer to mine, sliding his
arm along the back of my chair and leaning toward me. How did he know I was
Rhennan? I turned my head to ask him that, but the words died in my throat.
Either I was going crazy, or the pupils of his eyes were slitted like a
snake’s. He blinked, and they were back to the same deep blue that had pierced
me moments before. Yep. Going crazy.

I swallowed hard as I pushed my chemistry book
over so it was half on my desk and half on his. After that, I kept my eyes down
and off Maddox Bell. More than once his breath ghosted across my neck and cheek
as he leaned closer, but I locked down the urge to face him. His scent alone –
a mixture of leather and smoke – was doing crazy things to my brain.  None
of the other boys in our school smelled this good, not that I went around
sniffing them. Then again, none of the other boys looked this good, and they
sure didn’t make me see things that weren’t there.

For the last two weeks, ever since my
eighteenth birthday, my life had gone from normal to anything but. Before the
tenth, or BTT as I liked to call it, I was just a regular girl
who made good grades and spent time with her little sister and her best friend.
I didn’t dream at night, or if I did, I didn’t remember them. Now, not only was
I having vivid dreams – most of which were nightmares – but I was remembering
every little detail in Technicolor. During the day, I had started having
flashes of someone or something in my peripheral vision, but
when I turned to look, there was nothing there. I had the feeling of being
followed. Watched.

I had read articles in various magazines about
trusting your instincts. How your gut feeling was the universe’s way of cluing
you in on what was happening around you. My instincts had been on high alert
ever since my birthday. I wish my instincts would chill out, because they had
me on edge, and I couldn’t afford that. Not with only three months left until I
graduated.

It was a good thing I was a straight-A
student, because I had no idea what Mrs. Bain said for the next forty-five
minutes. Dizziness danced around me, and it took every ounce of willpower I had
not to run from the room. When the bell rang, I grabbed my book and slammed it
shut a little harder than necessary; but in my defense, my brain wasn’t
functioning properly, and I blamed that on Maddox. Instead of going to my
locker, I waited outside the classroom for Jenna, and as soon as she cleared
the door, I grabbed her sleeve and pulled her farther down the hall. “Did you
see him?” I gushed.

“That Maddox kid? Yeah, why?” she asked
nonchalantly, like he wasn’t some kind of god in black leather.

I looked around to make sure nobody was
listening, and said, “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way he’s eighteen.”





About Andi Copeland

Andi Copeland is a YA Fantasy author who
lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her
four-legged best friend. She strongly believes that love is love, and there's
not enough love in the world.




She began writing in high school and over the
years, penned many stories and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier
than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these
night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story.


Andi is a lover of music, mostly hard rock, and
she prefers it live and loud. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading,
riding her Harley, or playing trivia.
When asked what her purpose in life is, she will say it’s to
entertain the masses. Even if it's one person at a time.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway:: Superhero Syndrome by Caryn Larrinaga

Today we have the blog tour for Superhero Syndrome by Caryn Larrinaga! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Superhero Syndrome

Author: Caryn Larrinaga

Genre: Paranormal Romance

About Superhero Syndrome:

Tess McBray was dying. The Solstice Syndrome had no cure, and she resigned herself to an early grave. But just when she gave up on survival, all her symptoms mysteriously disappeared.

All but one symptom, anyway. Something is wrong with Tess’s hands. They absorb any material they touch, and her skin turns to wood, or steel, or concrete. It doesn’t take this comic-book obsessed 21-year-old long to figure out what’s going on: somehow, she’s developed super powers. And she’s not the only one; across the country, people are coming forward and sharing their gifts with the world. In her own city, where the police are battling a human trafficking operation, a masked vigilante called The Fox is saving lives and stopping criminals.

Tess doesn’t know where she fits into this new, super-powered world. But when people around her start disappearing, she can’t just sit on the sidelines. Teaming up with The Fox might be the only way to rid her city of evil and save the people she loves most.


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Caryn Larrinaga is a Basque-American mystery, horror, and urban fantasy writer living in Utah with her husband and cats. Her debut novel Donn’s Hill (March 2017, Immortal Works Press) garnered rave reviews from fans of the cozy mystery and paranormal genres, and her new urban fantasy Superhero Syndrome (September 2017, Twisted Tree Press) will be out this fall. Watching scary movies through split fingers terrified Caryn as a child, and those nightmares inspire her to write now. She lives in a 90-year-old house with a colorful history, and the creaking walls and narrow hallways send her running (never walking) up the stairs from her basement. Exploring her fears through writing makes Caryn feel a little less foolish for wanting a buddy to accompany her into the tool shed.

When her fingers aren't glued to her laptop keyboard, Caryn also enjoys binge-watching Netflix with her husband, reading, playing video games, and filling up her phone's flash memory with pictures of her cats. She loves music and plays the bass guitar. Caryn is an active member of the League of Utah Writers and the Utah Chapter of the Horror Writers Association.


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Monday, September 18, 2017

Pre-Order Blitz & Excerpt Reveal ~ Dismissed (Smirnoff Bratva, #4) by TL Smith ~ @LsmithT

Title: Dismissed
Series: Smirnov Bratva #4
Author: TL Smith
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 21
A heart is something that should not be entrusted to me. 
I will tear, crush, and destroy it with my very own hands. 
Then back away with a smile on my face. 
It’s who I am—a killer, a player, a joker. 
But hers, I’m unsure about. 
Do I want to rupture and rip it from her chest? 
Or do I want to hold and capture it with my own?

Anton
Her scent invades me, it’s all I can smell when I wake up, and it’s fucking brilliant. Just as she was last night, even if it meant I had to shut up to taste her and to fuck her again. What a wild drug she fucking is.
“I can hear you thinking, stop it,” she grumbles into my arm as she sleeps. “Gosh, how are your thoughts so loud?” She moves to get away from me, but I pull her back then pin her beneath me. She doesn’t fight me, just smirks. “I need coffee,” she says.
“You need a breath mint,” I retort back, scrunching up my nose.
“Oh my God, you so did not say that. I’m meant to have sweet breath…” I blow into my hand to smell, “… no morning breath here. Gosh, you kill the buzz fast.” She wiggles underneath me, which in turn moves on my already hard cock. I could say it’s morning wood, but that would only be a half-truth.
“You want me to lie and tell you, you smell like fucking daisies?” I ask her, confused. She shakes her head. “I can see if you smell like daisies. There’s a particular area where I think you do.” I smirk while holding onto her hands, and then I drop lower as I drag my body down over on hers. She squirms, but she can’t do anything.
“Anton, Anton.”
My lips touch her, barely, and she squeezes her legs tight, locking my head between them. I have to remove my hands from hers to push myself free.
“Anton.” The voice is loud.
Looking back up, I see Samara’s expression and want to laugh.
“Mama, just wait,” I yell in Russian.
Samara pushes back and off me, scrambles off the bed and looks around for her clothes, which are downstairs.
“I have your lady’s clothes, Anton. Is she still in there?”
English, my mother chose to speak English. Fuck.
“Yes, leave them at the door.”
“Bring her down.” I hear her footsteps walking away, and when I turn, I see Samara with her hands covering her mouth and a freaked-out expression on her face.
She starts shaking her head rapidly. “I am not meeting your mother.”
“I have a better idea, let’s spend all day in bed while I fuck you until you can’t move.”
“Are you insane? Your mother is here.”
I shrug my shoulders. “She was here last night when I brought you home.”
Her hands drop to her sides, and she looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “This is your mother’s house?” I nod my head. “And you still live with your mother?” she asks, looking quite confused.
“Technically my father as well, but that piece of shit is always in Russia. My sister is here too, now that she’s no longer enrolled in boarding school.”
“Gosh, I don’t care… sneak me the fuck out of here now.” She pulls the sheet from the bed when she realizes she’s still naked and my eyes keep roaming.
“But I wanted to smell for daisies.”
“Anton, so help me God, I’ll bury you in the daisy bushes if you don’t get me out of here.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her—it’s her daisy bush I would love to be buried in.
“Not those ones, you perv, in the fucking ground.”
“I like it when you’re feisty with me,” I say, turning and opening the door to pick up her clothes, and that’s when I realize they are torn. Alyona walks out of her room, at that exact moment, with a few clothes in her hands and she walks them to me then smiles.
“Hi Sam,” she chimes, then walks off.
Closing the door, I hold both sets of clothes in my hand, the torn ones as well as Alyona’s.
“Why do you have two sets of clothes?” Samara walks up to me still holding the sheet in her hand in front of her as she reaches for hers, then realizes the same thing I did. She isn’t walking out in them. She looks up to me, her eyes have turned dark. They’re almost black as her anger builds, so I pass her the other set of clothing. She snatches them then walks away to my bathroom, slamming the door.
I guess that’s the end of my pussy patrol for the day.

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Friday, September 15, 2017

Release Day Launch & Giveaway - Always You by Roxie Noir @InkSlingerPR


Today we have the release day blitz of Always You by Roxie Noir! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy!

Title: ALWAYS YOU

Author: Roxie Noir

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

I’ve been broken since the day I was born, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison.



Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor.



They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off.



No one but Darcy.



She’s my best friend. She’s my fucking savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as fuck and every bit as broken as me.



And I fucking yearn for her. I have for years. I see the way she looks at me, what’s behind her eyes.



I know what she thinks about alone, in the dark, because how could I not know.



It’s getting worse. Every second, every heartbeat, every moment we spend together and every secret we share makes me want her more. Even though I know that one kiss, one night could ruin everything we have, I need her.



And for Darcy, I’ll risk it all.


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If there’s a heaven, it probably feels a little like this, playing in perfect time with three other people while thousands more cheer for you. Suddenly everything that we went through to get here is worth it: ironing out guitar and bass licks in the studio at three in the morning, heading home as the sun rose. Arguing over a chord progression for three hours, practicing the tricky parts until I got blisters.

We end the first song and slide into the second without even stopping for a beat, just like we practiced. Darcy’s bass swoops low and then rises, the only sound for a couple of bars, and I look over at her.

She’s fucking mesmerizing. Every single fucking time, all eyes on her for these few bars, and even though I know she doesn’t like being the center of attention it’s glorious when she is. The curve of her neck and she tosses her dark hair back, the line of her shoulders in her dress, her fingers on the bass.

And her legs in that short dress, covered in ripped fishnets, wearing boots. Jesus Christ, man. One hundred percent pure rock chick, loud and careless and brash and don’t-give-a-fuck as hell.

I’m gonna be honest: Darcy’s crazy hot all the time, but right now is when she’s the hottest. Right now’s the time when I wonder again what would happen if I finally stopped pretending that I don’t want her and just fucking did something about it.

But then I join back into the song and the wild, nearly-uncontrollable urge fades back to its normal level, always there but under control. As I do she glances over at me, a little smile on her face like we’ve got some kind of secret, just the two of us, even across the space and the noise of the stage.

I smile back because we do. We’ve got lots of secrets. Darcy knows things about me that no one else does, and vice-versa.

We finish that song, and the momentum only builds. The crowd gets louder, stompier, and we move again into the third song without stopping. This one’s slower, not exactly a ballad but as hard as the first two. I’m already sweating under the stage lights, playing a little slower, a little softer.

It’s a lull, a respite, a brief meditation from the madness. I let the air buzz around me and find this quiet place, my hands on autopilot for a moment.

And then there’s a bang.

It’s loud as hell, behind us and way overhead where there shouldn’t be a bang and I flinch, then whirl around wonderin what the fuck that was.

Then there’s a second bang, the fizzle and flash of a lone firework.

I keep playing on autopilot, but my stomach turns uneasily because Dirtshine doesn’t have fireworks.

There shouldn’t be fucking unannounced pyrotechnics, I think, glancing toward the side of the stage. Is that left over from the band before us, or did someone fucking forget to tell

The bass line cuts out in a jumble. I jerk my head over.

She’s on fire.


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I love writing sexy, alpha men and the headstrong women they fall for.

My weaknesses include: beards, whiskey, nice abs with treasure trails, sarcasm, cats, prowess in the kitchen, prowess in the bedroom, forearm tattoos, and gummi bears.

I live in California with my very own sexy, bearded, whiskey-loving husband and two hell-raising cats.


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Cover Reveal & Giveaway - Ten Year Dance by Ara Grigorian @araTHEwriter @InkSlingerPR


Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for Ara Grigorian’s Ten Year Dance! Check it out and be sure to preorder your copy today!

Title: Ten Year Dance

Author: Ara Grigorian

Release Day: Oct 16, 2017


About Ten Year Dance:

Best friends since sixth grade. A ten-year high school reunion. A truth they’ve danced around for a decade.

Unlucky-in-love Sophie Perez knows her divorce won’t be easy—but she doesn’t expect it to be dangerous. So when things get ugly, she agrees to move in with Pete Nicos, her commitment-phobic best friend since childhood. Pete has always been there for Sophie, just like she’s been there for him. At first, taking her in seems like the best option, but soon her tantalizing proximity blurs the lines of friendship. With their high school reunion on the horizon will they find closure, forgiveness, and new beginnings?

Ten Year Dance is a contemporary love story, rich with engaging and relatable characters trying to find themselves and each other. Ara Grigorian’s latest will stay with you long after you turn the final page.


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Meet Ara Grigorian

Armenian by heritage, born in Iran, lived in Barcelona, and escaped New York until he found his home in Los Angeles, Ara’s first eleven years were both busy and confusing. The fruit salad of languages would slow down his genetically encoded need to tell stories. Until then, an alter ego would be required…

He received an engineering degree from California State University Northridge and earned his MBA from the University of Southern California. Today, he is a technology executive in the entertainment industry. True to the Hollywood life, Ara wrote for a children’s television pilot that could have made him rich (but didn’t) and nearly sold a video game to a major publisher (who closed shop days later).

But something was amiss until his wife read him the riot act. “Will you stop talking about wanting to be a writer and just do it?” So with her support (and mandate), and their two boys serving as his muse, he wrote stories.

Fascinated by the human species, Ara writes about choices, relationships, and second chances. Always a sucker for a hopeful ending, he writes contemporary romance stories. He is an alumnus of both the Santa Barbara Writers Conference and Southern California Writers’ Conference (where he also serves as a workshop leader). Ara is an active member of the Romance Writers of America and its Los Angeles chapter.

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Thursday, September 14, 2017

Release Blitz: Refuse to Lose by Mignon Mykel


Refuse To Lose by Mignon Mykel is LIVE, exclusively on Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited!


Title: Refuse To Lose


Author: Mignon Mykel


Release Date: September 13, 2017
Cover Design: oh so novel



Trevor Winski is known for his easy attitude off-ice. Everyone’s best friend, he’s pseudo-uncle to his teammates’ kids and welcome at every family party. For whatever reason, though, he can’t keep a girlfriend to save his life. The women he’s dated in the past want the rough-on-ice hockey player, both in and out of bed, but he was raised better than that. He’s ready to give up on the idea of a family of his own—until a certain pretty blonde crosses paths with him. 





Callie MacTavish is the black sheep of her family. After growing up around money, living in luxurious homes and spending much of her youth going on extravagant vacations, she’s chosen to live among the ‘regular’ population, donating money she doesn’t need and volunteering for missions that need an extra set of hands. A pediatric nurse, she thrives on helping others—but she still has the travel bug. Meeting a man nearly ten years her senior isn’t in her plans.

But he makes her laugh.
He makes her feel like she belongs somewhere.
Trevor makes her want forever and ever, with firm roots in the ground. Too bad she’s already put plans in motion to move again. 

For the first time, Trevor is prepared to take his fight off the ice.
After all, he's always refused to lose.




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Mignon Mykel is the author of the Prescott Family series, as well as the short-novella erotic romance series, O'Gallagher Nights. When not sitting at Starbucks writing whatever her characters tell her to, you can find her hiking in the mountains of her new home in Arizona.



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