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COVER REVEAL - Dimitri by Kym Grosso

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DIMITRIAuthor: Kym GrossoSeries: Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6Genre: Erotic Paranormal RomancePublisher: Independent – MT Carvin Publishing, LLC~ SYNOPSIS ~An erotic paranormal romance…
Dimitri LeBlanc, sexy and charismatic beta of Acadian Wolves, survives a brutal attack after his wolf succumbs to a dark force, threatening his very existence. Waking up, tied to a bed, his amusement transforms into lust as a beautiful stranger heals his beast. Intrigued by his mysterious savior, the tables quickly turn, when in the heat of a dark desert night, he rescues her from a barbaric Alpha. Dimitri is inexplicably drawn to the alluring woman, and the discovery that she’s his mate rouses his hunger to claim her as his own. 
Gillian Michel, a New York City photographer, conceals a secret hybrid past and mystical abilities. An entire lifetime, she’s deliberately avoided wolves, but a seductive encounter with an irresistible beta leaves her craving his touch, his lips on hers. Passion ignites her desire, leaving her yearning to submit to the powerful wolf who tests her sexual limits.
Deep in the heart of New Orleans, Dimitri and Gillian seek a cure to the parasite maligning his mighty beast. Still on the run from a malevolent force, they lure their enemy into the bayou. Will Gillian sacrifice her gifts to save the man she loves, destroying her own immortality? And will Dimitri eradicate the evil that has invaded his soul while protecting his mate from an adversary who threatens to kill them both?
Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes and is intended for adult readers only.
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~ COVER INFORMATION ~Cover Artist: Cora GraphicsFormatter: Polgarus StudioCover Model: Stuart Reardon

~ RELEASE DATE ~September 30, 2014

~ Pre-Oder Links ~Amazon | B&N | iTunes | Kobo
~ TEASER ~

~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~Kym Grosso
Kym Grosso is the author of the bestselling and award-winning erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism and is a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.
Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her hobbies include reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.
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Just a note from me. This book looks hot! I can't wait to finish Kym's other books to read this one. I'm reading, well, actually listening to the audiobook of Logan's Acadian Wolves right now, and Dimitri is in that one. I can't wait to see what Kym Grosso has in store for him.

Happy Reading and congratulations to Kym Grosso on another of what I am sure will be an awesomely hot and sexy read.

Susan

Beautifully Used Update and sale

The Beautifully Used publication date has been set for September 10th. The first draft of Beautifully Used has been completed. I am currently working on edits and as soon as I am finished, I'll send it out to my editor. Once she has made her first pass through, I'll be sending it out to beta readers. This might be a rush deal for them, but I have a faith in them and great group of readers who I think will be able to read in this short time frame. Keeping fingers crossed.

You can PRE-ORDER your copy of Beautifully Used now for the low pre-release price of .99 cents from:
 
For those Kindle lovers, it will be available on Amazon for the same pre-order price of .99 cents on release day only.  


Though both books can be read as stand-alones, if you haven't read Beautifully Wounded yet, it is on sale for .99 cents today and tomorrow at most places where digital books are sold. Links below:




Have a great weekend!!! Susan

My Romance Novel Convention Experience in Las Vegas!!!

VEGAS BABY!!!!
Ahhhh... The Romance Novel Convention in Las Vegas was absolutely everything I'd hoped it would be. Not only a great learning experience, but very entertaining. The classes were great and very informative. I took two of Mark Coker's (Founder & CEO of Smashwords) classes and came away with some valuable marketing information.

Later that day, I had to good fortune of catching one of Jimmy Thomas' classes about stock images. He talked about selecting them, cleaning them and editing and cropping them. Also about how important lighting and shadows are. Covers need to inflict emotions from readers and images must seem real, in other words, it doesn't make sense to use an image of a couple that was taken inside and stick them in a background that is outside. The lighting would be completely off. He talked about poses and how important hand placement is. I came away from this class with a much better understanding of what type of pictures to use.  
I sat in on an awesome class on Crafting the Best Seller Author Brand, presented by Fiona Jayde and Julie York and found out I already had some of this going on. It's not about a logo, though that is somewhat important as far as the colors and font you choose for your signature, but branding has to do more with your voice and writing what your readers have come to expect by being consistent with every book you write. 
Another class I took was presented by Mary Harris, Fiona Jayde and T.J. McKay of InD'Tale Magazine on Indie Publishing. In that class, they discussed the importance of reviews and how to use them to your advantage, even those not so great reviews you get every once in a while. There are two types of reviews; personal and professional. Get as many personal ones as you can. The professional reviews come from magazines and other publications and are the ones you should put on your book covers.
I took a class about the ARC, what it is and why it is important, by Victoria Zackheim, mostly because I wanted to find out if the ARC was what  thought it was and I was right. In every story the character must learn something, change in some way, or shift belief. It the character is XYZ in the beginning of a story, they cannot be XYZ at the end. Something must change. 
The last class I sat in on briefly was How to Adapt Your Novel Into A Screenplay, presented by Aaron Notestine. I was only able to sit in for a short time, but what I came away with was very educational. Writing a screenplay is so much different than writing a novel, and not something I really want to do, but it was good to know a bit of the technique.  
That was the learning side of the convention. Now for the fun. The signing! Oh the signing was so very exciting and fantastic! Thank you to all the readers and some authors who stopped by my table to chat. Thank you to everyone who picked up some of my swag and purchased books. It was more than I expected.

Oh, and my mom came to the signing. That's her on the left closest to my banner. Her dear friend Carol on the right.  More Fun!! Oh my! I had such a great time hanging out with some of the authors that I've only known online from Facebook and Goodreads. Authors like Kym Grosso, Victoria Dannan, Brandy Rivers and Elle Bright. These ladies are awesome and we had such a great time dancing and well, this is where that old saying comes in; what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. My lips are sealed!!

 The limo ride to Thunder Down Under. That's all I have to say about that. LOLOkay, okay, here we are with the sexy Aussies
This picture is from the Kick Off Party held on Wednesday night! Awesome ladies!
The Casanovas were super sexy!!!! Though I didn't get a picture with them, my bad!!! But here they are performing.
 The parties were so much fun. Here I am with Kym Grosso at the costume ball. Kym and I have been friends on Facebook for a while, but this was our first time meeting and partying together. She is a blast!



   




























I snagged a picture with Jimmy Thomas who is the cover model on my banner as well as my new book, Beautifully Used, coming out soon.


Elle Bright and me at the signing. She is so fun.
 Victoria Dannan I love you!!! 
I want to send out a special note to G.D. Steel (Gwen Steel) who helped me out during a time of great need. Thanks Gwen. Here I am with Gwen. We've been friends on facebook forever too, but this was our first meeting. 
It was a pleasure meeting some wonderful authors that I know from online, like, Alexia Purdy, Katie Salidas, Sharon Hamilton, and Wendy Sexton. I had the privilege of sitting between authors Tanya Goodwin and Stephen Murray and had some great conversations with them.  I had to get a picture with Alexia Purdy. We've known each other on facebook for the longest time and again, this was the first time we ever met. 
The awesome Sharon Hamilton. Yes, she is really nice. 
Well, that about does it.  Oh! Wait! Who is that masked man?

It's my wonderful husband who accompanied me and stuck by me no matter what I wanted to do. He is the reason I get to do what I love. Thank you, honey!

I hope to return to RNC next year.

That's all for now and remember to always,

Cover Reveal - Beautifully Used by Susan Griscom

Title: Beautifully Used Author: Susan GriscomSeries: The Beaumont BrothersGenre: New Adult Contemporary Publisher: Amber Glow BooksRelease Date: Aug 2014Edition/Formats It Will be Available In: eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis: Brodie Beaumont – “I’m not going to pretend to be somebody I’m not. I like who I am, and I don’t need you or anyone else judging me. I’m not going to lie; I like women, and I don’t mind that they use me. Besides, I’m never really sure just who is using whom. Sure, I have a past, but who doesn’t? And maybe that’s why I act the way I do. But that’s neither here nor there, because I really don’t care.”Gabrielle Demeres – “I’d learned the hard way what type of guy Brodie Beaumont truly was. His crude seduction tactics earned him a slap to the face after he actually groped my breasts while attempting to kiss me. I can’t say I was looking forward to another encounter with Brodie Beaumont. As my eyes fell upon a large pair of men’s DC Court shoes facing right toward me, I reluctantly looked up to find the man himself in all his yummy glory standing three feet in front of me, frowning. Yeah, I know, I had slapped him and declined his not so eloquent offer, but the guy was still hot despite his lack of discretion in the romance department.”Forced to spend time together, Gabrielle and Brodie face the unthinkable on what was supposed to be the most memorable day of her best friend’s and his brother’s life. Would they be capable of overcoming their aversion for one another while coping with their own troubled pasts? Or is their hostility just skating the fine line between love and hate?
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I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, spending most of my time daydreaming or playing around in the mud. I grew out of the mud play, well, most of the time, a good soak in the mud is always fun. I still daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So, I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play--a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course. I'm pretty sure it was the acting.

I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and sometimes they tend to lean toward the unusual and edgy.

 My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot as does a steamy contemporary romantic suspense.
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Excerpt
Chapter 1Brodie
The buzz coming from under my pillow pounded between my ears like thunder. I’d set my phone on vibrate, and it was determined to ruin a perfect slumbering morning. I stuck my hand under the cushion attempting to silence it, but only managed to knock the offending instrument onto the floor. The girl beside me pulled herself into a cute little ball with her knees hugging her chest, and her adorable little behind shoved against my cock. She moaned something about it still being dark outside. No shit. I frowned, and rolling over reached for my phone, unfortunately catching a glimpse at the digital clock on the nightstand in the process. A glaring red four-fifty-nine assaulted my eyes with brilliance that even Einstein would have been shocked by. The brightness made it impossible to determine who in God’s name was sending me a text so early in the morning.I let the phone slip from my fingers to the floor without bothering to read the message. There was nothing in this world so important at five o’ fucking clock in the morning that couldn’t wait. I rolled back toward the hottie. “Sorry, baby,” I whispered into her neck, and showered her with little kisses there, wishing I could remember her name. Casandra, Clarista, Carry? It was one of those C names or was it K? No matter. Normally, I was pretty good with names. I’d never once called a woman the wrong name, but this girl had such an uncommon, yet so close to common name I’d had trouble all night long, and had to resort to calling her baby or sweetheart. I hated using those terms of endearment because none of the girls I’d been hooking up with lately were someone I’d like to think of as endearing. “Go back to sleep,” I said, sort of more of an order to myself than to her.   When she scooted back against me, moving her hips the way she did, she all of a sudden seemed very endearing to me. I rocked with her, closing my eyes, shutting out the visions of the bedroom I was in with its dark purple wall and massive black and white picture of a nude couple embracing on the adjacent pale pink wall. Lacy, pale pink curtains hung in the window. Not my room. This was a commonality for me recently, waking up to find myself in unfamiliar, feminine surroundings, since privacy at home had become an issue. That explained the bright digital clock beside the bed—not something I would ever own. Cassandra, Clarista, Castalia, or whatever the fuck her name was, let out a sexy moan before turning around and wrapping her hands around me. Stroking and squeezing oh so firmly just enough to make a guy not only forget where he was, but not care. God, it felt so good, but not as good as when her tongue slid over the tip right before taking me in her mouth.I must admit, my breath hitched as the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, and I caught the slight gagging sound she made. “Oh, baby. That feels so good.” Actually, this Cassandra or whatever, was a bit mediocre in this particular department, but I wasn’t about to complain. Any attempt at a blowjob was better than none at all in my book.This was my life. I wasn’t complaining. Nope, not at all. Today was starting off much like any other day lately; lazy, with a little romping between the sheets. It got my blood running, and today I needed to be on my game. Today, or tonight rather, was my brother’s bachelor party, and I was hosting it.Buzzzzzzzz.My phone again. “Hey, baby. Give me a minute will ya?” I groaned, pulling myself out from the soft sucking and into the cold air. Shit. What was wrong with me? I leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up my phone. This time I read the message. Only it wasn’t a message. It was an alert I’d set on my phone as a reminder. Pick up Gabby from airport. My brother’s soon to be bride’s maid of honor—and a major pain in my side—was flying in this morning at six-twenty, and I’d been volunteered by Jackson to pick her up. Thanks a whole hell of a lot, Bro.“Fuck.”“What’s the matter, Brodie?” she asked, licking her lips and grabbing for me like she’d just had her favorite lollipop taken away.“I gotta go.”“What? Why?”“Sorry, baby.” God, what was her name? “I promised to pick up a friend from the airport.” Friend was a huge stretch of the English vocabulary when it came to Gabby. Gabriella Demers was not my friend in any sense of the word. In fact, she hated me.The last time I saw Gabby, which was about a year ago when she’d spent a few nights in my house while visiting with Lena, she’d told me to go bungee jumping from a bridge without the bungee cord. Ouch. All I’d done to deserve that nice suggestion was tried my damnedest to show the woman a good time. Of course, my idea of a good time and hers were completely different, which I found out the second my lips brushed gently against hers and my hand strategically covered her left breast. She’d shoved me away so fast my poor lips never got the chance to make even a hint of a memory of hers. Right before she told me to go jump off the bridge, she’d slapped me and said I wasn’t her type. It was when I insisted that I was that she got nasty about it. Pffft. I was every woman’s type. But hey, I copped a clue right away and backed off the minute she shoved me away, she didn’t need to make an imprint of her hand on my face. There was something disturbing about that chick.I shook the memory away and grabbed the waist of the one I was with, pulling her back against me. “I wish I could stay, baby, but I did promise my brother.”“Can we hook up again tonight?” she asked.“Sorry, no can do. Got a bachelor party to host.” Glad for once I had a bona fide excuse at the tip of my tongue.“Aw. What about tomorrow night? I’ll only be in town for another couple of days.” Relationships just the way I liked them. Short and noncommittal. “We could have a replay of last night, maybe even make a movie so I have something to remember you by.”Make a movie? No way. I had a fine physique and all, and I may be promiscuous, very free with my organs, some might even say I’m a man slut, but I didn’t need my ass in a starring role plastered all over the internet. “Love to, except I have commitments this weekend.” Besides, I’d never spent the night with the same woman more than twice, and this one was barely worth the one I’d already spent.I quickly pulled up my pants and shrugged into my shirt. I pulled on my boots and grabbed my phone, and as I headed for the door she purred out. “Call me?”“Sure, baby.” I lied as I shut the door, and deleted her number from my phone. I never saved them, and I never answered my phone when the number came up without a name attached.
My Other Titles
Allusive AftershockBrief Interludes*The Beaumont Brothers*Beautifully Wounded Book 1Beautifully Used Book 2 Coming Soon*Whisper Cape Series*Whisper Cape Book 1ReflectionsBook 2A Secret Fate  Book 3Whisper Cape Boxed Set Books 1 - 3

Susan

The Reveler Series Book Blast Tour & Giveaway

Title: Darkness Falls
Author: Erin Kellison
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Reveler Series 1

Darkness FallsREVELER, Book 1Print Length: 120 pagesPublisher: Fire Flower Publishing, LLC ASIN: B00KAM07RYJUST RELEASED: May 11, 2014
Agent Malcolm Rook is hunting for people with the rarest of talents—the ability to master dreams. He finds the undeniably gifted Jordan Lane, but she’s wary of mysterious Rook and resists his pursuit as long as she can. Yet the dreamwaters they enter are too exhilarating to resist, and attraction soon ignites electric passions. Delving too deep stirs a nightmare, one they must defeat, or be forever lost to darkness.
Fans of paranormal romance and bad boys, get ready for a dark, sexy plunge into fantasy and desire. The Reveler Series is set in a contemporary world in which people can indulge in Rêve, or shared dreaming—a pop culture phenomenon sweeping the world. Imagine being able to fall asleep at night, only to wake in a dream world, one in which you are lucid and in control—where you can be anything you want to be and do anything you like. But you must be careful…dreaming can be as dangerous as it is seductive.
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“It’s not my first time, man.” Interview over, Rook shrugged into his trim black wool coat. “I know what to do if I spot a likely target.” It’d been a few years, but what to look for hadn’t changed.Innocent, unsuspecting fools.Yeah, he knew how to find them. And once down the rabbit hole, there was no coming back again. Just a screaming fall into a darkness as infinite and clutching as a nightmare. No waking up, either.God, why couldn’t he just wake up?“Only, it’s been a while since you went hunting,” Coll observed, that level gaze assessing, always measuring, but giving away nothing. “Why the sudden change?”Rook kept his reasons for going to himself; he didn’t owe Coll explanations. Not anymore. What did he know, anyway? Coll had an easy life working behind a desk, occasionally flying out somewhere, and getting himself a swank room from which to monitor at a distance. It was hard not to stare at the wall-to-wall view of the San Diego Bay—and the ocean beyond, vast and calm, restful. Rook wasn’t one to give in to envy, but a little peace would go a long way right now.“It’s a big step backward from the work you’ve been doing,” Coll pressed.Rook exchanged his wallet for the one waiting on the tray that Coll had provided—time to become, let’s see, Michael Reese; at least they’d kept his initials—and slid it in the back pocket of his jeans.Of course, he could’ve explained to Coll that he’d been on the inside too long. That he had to get a taste of the virgin experience again to keep his edge. Any Chimera could relate.But he was too far gone for easy lies.Darkness lurked at the edges of his vision, crackling and dense with reproach—not that he could make out anything right now, or ever—but when he turned to confront it, the blind spot shifted, too. It was as if he had a fringe space in the back of his mind, one in which an intruder could hide, its presence hounding him like a constant uncertainty.Rook had to go out or he’d lose his mind. He had to go out or Coll would have to put him down like a mad dog.The alternate phone on the tray was a sleek little silver thing, the latest to hit the market, whereas his personal mobile was at least a year behind. Both were unnecessary. He had other ways of keeping current—other, more intimate ways to track his marks.“You could shave, at least. Make yourself pretty.” Coll’s idea of a joke.Since he’d decided to back off, Rook offered a dry one of his own. “Girls like me rough. Guys, too, actually.”***“Okay, but what if I show up to the party completely naked?” Jordan Lane hissed ahead to Maisie as they navigated down the dock to the water taxi that would take them out to the Envoi, their destination for the evening.The naked thing had been a nightmare since childhood, most recently the night before her big sales pitch to get the Medea account. Account secured. Promotion pending. But the fear was alive and well. Thriving.Maisie cocked her head over her shoulder. “Can you at least tryto have fun?”Fun was not crossing a picket line of vehement protesters for a simple girls’ night out. The rhythmic shouts—“Wake up to the truth!”—were audible this far down the pier. The protesters stayed behind the pylons, but Jordan carried their message with her nevertheless: Danger. And, um, what the hell are you doing?And then there was the opposing throng, who’d come down to the docks in hopes of buying a ticket secondhand for ten times its value. Holy hell, she could really use that kind of money right now and would easily give up one night of girl bonding to get it.But this wasn’t any old GNO. First, the girlfriend was her little sis (all grown up), and second, the activity was insane, hence the protesters and their waggling signs. But Maisie-Maze had to try everything, had to leap with all her heart into every new game that came along. Irresponsiblewas what her teachers and bosses called her. But really it was more like irrepressible. There was no stopping her, no reasoning with enthusiasm—what could a big sis do but go with her and make sure she came home all right?Not that Jordan had any objection to Rêve in theory. She just didn’t want either of them to be part of the practice.A gust of bitter coastal wind whipped at Jordan’s hair and clothes, and she wrapped her mini tuxedo jacket across her waist, folding her arms over it to keep the cold air off her skin. Didn’t help much; the bluster still stole up the skirt of her little black dress as she waited with the group on the pier, everybody outfitted for a night out and buzzing with excitement. Ages ranged from Maze’s bouncy twenty-one to—Jordan glanced at a wrinkled and shrunken little woman—what had to be close to a hundred. The age spread aligned with the cross-cutting demographics that characterized the Rêve enthusiasm overtaking the world.Just ahead, Maze accepted the hand of some guy already inside the boat to help her navigate the big, awkward step into the taxi. He reached for Jordan next, and with equal parts reluctance and gratitude, she took his hand—strong, steady—to make sure she didn’t pitch herself ass-up into the ocean. The heels had been a mistake, too.Who needed to be dressed up only to go to sleep?“Thanks,” she breathed to him. No going back now.Petrol-tinged air replaced the slightly funky smell of the water, with its ocean stew of salt, fish, and subtle rot. Taking the big step, she caught a flash of the guy’s dark eyes, dark hair. Strong jaw with a two-day shadow. Once in the boat, she discovered he was tall and built, too. Damn it.Maze’s eyes were shining with glee, as if saying, See?Little sis wanted to hook her up. Very sweet, but not happening. Timothy Oliphant from Justified was just fine for her—even if she did have to watch him through her TV screen.But this guy?Okay, Jordan argued silently back at her, but there are cute guys lotsa places. She didn’t need to go to such lengths to get a date.“Nothing to worry about,” he said, noting her nerves.Of course he had a good, low voice. Didn’t mean he wasn’t crazy. Rêve attracted all sorts. Cults were forming around it. Biggest thing since the Internet. Global phenomenon. Major paradigm shift. And all that.The wind gusted again and Jordan shivered violently, but she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to ask questions. She had about a thousand of them. “You’ve done this before, then?”She’d scoured message boards online for info, but the reactions varied from ecstatic testimonials of transcendent experiences to claims of migraines, sleeplessness, fatigue, and impotence, all basically leading to an inability to return to normal life. Then there were the posts—both academic and hysterical—that warned people not to make gods of themselves. Heh. Too late.The bottom line? Studies demonstrated conclusively that Rêve itself was safe; whatever side effects did manifest reflected an individual’s psychology. Basically, if a person had issues, maybe they should pass.At the moment, she had a lot of issues.“I’ve done it a few times.” The guy glanced between her and her little sister. “Better than drugs. Not as good as sex.”Hmm. “Anyone ever get hurt?”“Not that I know of.” Damn if he didn’t seem to settle his interest on her baby sister, his gaze lingering, little wheels of thought turning in his eyes.Umm…no. He was too…rough for Maze, so he’d just better step back.Jordan poked his shoulder. Hard. “Did you have side effects?”He shot her a quick, weird look to the effect of, Would I be back if I did?“Right.” Jordan ducked her chin out of the wind and headed for Maze, who’d seated herself on the long bench on the far side of the boat. Maze had ironed her hair into a glossy straight sheet that looked like stretched fuchsia taffy. She was a junior at the U, but dressed like a cartoon character from when they’d been kids. She attracted friendly attention everywhere. Here, too.Jordan joined her on the bench and cut a look back at the man. “Stay away from that one.”Maze lit up and sang under her breath, “Ooooh?”No. Jordan wasn’t interested in him, but she couldn’t bring herself to argue with Maze while the swaying of the boat was making her sick. She did manage to reiterate, “If I end up naked in public, I swear I’ll kill you.”Maze took her hand. “You need this. You need this so bad.”Her sister referred to the life Jordan spent in the office; what Maze didn’t seem to understand was that her big sis liked her job. Shocking, yes, but true. So this wasn’t about her. It was all Maisie, major still undeclared.“People have gotten along just fine without Rêve thus far,” Jordan said. “All the way back to the dawn of man.”Maze’s baby blues opened wide. “Beg to differ, Jor. Theories abound that it is not unique to our time.”God, baby sis had been drinking the Rêve punch.“Theories, not facts.” While Jordan had volunteered to go along for the ride, she wasn’t going to get conned into the hype. One of them had to stay grounded.Her sister smiled and repeated by rote, as she had a thousand times today, “It’s safe. It’s legal.”Jordan gave a derisive laugh. “Then why are we about to taxi twelve nautical miles into international waters to get on a Finnish ship in order to try it?”


Title: Lay Me Down
Author: Erin Kellison
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Reveler Series 2

Lay Me DownREVELER, Book 2Print Length: 121 pagesPublisher: Fire Flower Publishing, LLC ASIN: B00K9V6B94JUST RELEASED: May 11, 2014
Able to navigate sleep’s vast dreamwaters, wild child Maisie Lane makes easy money as a courier delivering packages from one dream to another. So what if her employers are on the shadier side of the law? Her sister thinks she’s living for the pleasure of the moment. Pleasure is involved—why shouldn’t it be?—but every step Maisie takes is part of a careful plan. That is, until she crosses into a dream so evil, she has no choice but to run.
Special Agent Steve Coll is tasked to recruit Maisie for Chimera, the organization that polices shared dreams. At first he’s taken with her funny and carefree spirit, then brought to his knees by her tough and passionate soul. Touching her is forbidden ecstasy, but Steve can’t resist breaking the rules with Maisie. A darkness is gathering, evil preparing to strike, and only Maisie stands between it and innocent lives. No matter what happens, Steve won’t let her stand alone—he’ll die before he leaves her side.
Fans of paranormal romance and bad boys, get ready for a dark, sexy plunge into fantasy and desire. The Reveler Series is set in a contemporary world in which people can indulge in Rêve, or shared dreaming—a popculture phenomenon sweeping the world. Imagine being able to fall asleep at night, only to wake in a dream world, one in which you are lucid and in control—where you can be anything you want to be and do anything you like. But you must be careful…dreaming can be as dangerous as it is seductive.
GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22064146-lay-me-downAmazon: http://amzn.to/1nDpEWzAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/1hGHFhO Amazon Ca: http://amzn.to/1jApq2i B&N:  http://bit.ly/1mO6qR7
Kobo:  http://bit.ly/1qxC1IgLay Me Down Excerpt:
Steve Coll hit his left-turn signal and checked for traffic, but most of his attention was focused on the woman half sitting, half kneeling on the passenger seat beside him. She hadn't yet decided if she was going to cooperate (the least likely), stage a getaway (her usual way of coping), or try to kill him (on direct orders from her boss).Her predicament was the most fun he'd had in a long time, especially since it was the woman herself who was gnawing her thumbnail in suspense. Even she didn't know what she was going to do.What a way to live.Maisie Louise Lane wasn't just another Reveler whom Chimera wanted to recruit. She was the ultimate recruit, the critical talent. And it was Steve's job to secure her cooperation and loyalty.Which meant she was probably going to try to kill him.At least he'd get a kick out of watching her work up to it. She might just pull it off, too. Maisie could do anything; it was potentially deadly to think otherwise."If we're going to Vegas," she said, "I need to pick up some things from my place."Steve checked his rearview mirror. Still clear. "Not an option. It was ransacked after you left. Nothing much remains but the scum waiting to grab you.""Well, I've got some clothes at my sister's and my laptop is there, too.""Your associates have that place covered as well, and since your sister had to drown one of them so that she could get to safety, it's not an option, either."Maisie was standing on the only bridge she hadn't burned, an empty gallon of gas in one hand, lit match in the other.He flicked a gaze her way for a quick assessment. Her magenta-dyed hair was showing blond roots. The black makeup around her big gray eyes was smudged. And yeah, she was wearing the same outfit—tight, dark-green jeans with a slouchy black tank on top—that she'd been wearing when she'd escaped his companionship on the UCSD campus yesterday. The several narrow leather bands around her wrist hid scars from wounds she'd inflicted herself.She had her sister to thank for keeping her alive this long, but the company Maisie kept was now more dangerous. Big sis had done as much as she could. Time for someone who didn't love Maisie to take over."Well, I have to shower and change. I stink," she said.Strangely, he really didn't mind the sharp edge to her usual feminine scent. And at the moment, he wouldn't put it past her to crawl out a bathroom window, dripping and naked, to escape him. So she could just wait."When we get settled, you can have first dibs on the shower."Another glance in the rearview. A black car edged into their lane, some five car-lengths behind them."You mean in Vegas? That's like an eight-hour drive.""Five," he corrected. "And new clothes will be waiting there as well.""I choose my own clothes, thanks.""Your call.""This is torture," she said."Agreed."The black car kept its distance, which Steve didn't like. It should've pulled up a bit by now. Its front window reflected a bright glaring spot of the sun, whiting out the rest, so no driver was visible, even if Steve could make him out from this far away.He debated letting the car continue its pursuit to find out for certain if it was deliberately tailing them. He'd been eluding her business associates for the past few days while attempting to win Maisie's cooperation. That her sister Jordan had become a Chimera was helpful. That those same associates had gone after Jordan had forced a choice on Maisie: family, or wealth and power?Family had won, which was how Maisie had come to be sitting next to him, regardless of her mood.Steve cruised through a late yellow light; the black car ran the red that followed.Damn. Better to lose them now than to chance an incident on the road before he and Maisie reached their destination.He hated to do it while driving, but fine.Steve let his vision blur slightly so that his darksight could sharpen, and he imposed a simple waking dream on the real world. He showed the occupants of the black car that his car was turning to the right, down an intersecting street, while in reality he continued straight ahead.The black car turned down the street, following the dream.Which meant that yes, the car had probably been following them, and the driver didn't have the darksight to recognize a waking dream for the illusion it was.Steve glanced at Maisie again, the other immediate threat to his life.She was staring at him, unblinking and wary. "What was that?"Maisie, however, did have darksight, though still undeveloped.Chimera agents each had talents, most of which were awakened during lucid dreaming, the revolution taking over the world. Maisie, should she prove loyal enough to join them, could also cross between one dream and another effortlessly.Steve gave her a friendly smile. It was the only answer she was going to get. He didn't even share what he could do, what he really was, with people he trusted. They'd be afraid."Fine. Whatever." She folded her arms and hunkered down in her seat. "Wake me when we get there."Steve had to stop himself from laughing out loud. The humor felt good, though, lodged in his throat and warm across his chest. As if he would let her escape him that way. Her associates could catch up to her Darkside, too.No. Not happening. She had no idea whom she was dealing with.Maisie Lane was about to be afflicted with an extreme case of insomnia.He was keeping her high and dry until it suited him for her to sleep, yet another one of his abilities. She'd sleep when he did.Beside him, she sighed and modulated her breathing so that it was deep and slow. Eyes closed, the tension dropped out of her. She went quiet, studiously so, as she sought refuge.It was cute, really.Steve banked onto the I-15 exit and climbed onto the freeway, heading north. Traffic mid-morning moved fast along the ten-lane stretch. If they made good time, maybe they could get there before rush hour.A colorful billboard advertising a new Rêve—the term used for commercial shared dreams—rose above the graying buildings below. The billboard depicted a black door with a fanlight above and a knob in the middle. The number 221B gleamed in brass above a subtly ornate knocker. Doors led the way into Rêves, and this door led the dreamer to 221B Baker Street, Sherlock's home. Stories and adventures were the rage, far exceeding the thrills a theme park could offer. Rêve was a fully immersive experience for which people would pay anything.Of course, just as Rêves offered unlimited worlds to explore, they also offered innumerable ways to exploit and/or threaten dreamers. It was Chimera's job to police Rêves and to venture (or track) beyond Rêve into the waters where natural dreaming occurred. A certain kind of talent was required, and it was Steve's job to recruit the personnel who had it.Like Maisie here, who'd been playing in illegal Rêves for at least a year now and had gotten in a little too deep with the criminal element.The minutes ticked by. He changed to the far left lane and accelerated.Any second now she'd realize she was trapped in the waking world.She huffed a little. Squirmed.He restrained a grin, but glanced her way to see if she'd figured it out yet.He found her looking back at him, a bad mood wrinkling her forehead. Then her forehead smoothed as understanding dawned. A glimmer of horror darkened her eyes. She's got it now. The realization finished with a steady glare of hate."You bastard."Steve looked at the road ahead. "Just as long as we understand each other."


About The Author: Erin Kellison is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of the Shadow series and Shadow Kissed series, which share the same world, where dark fantasy meets modern fairy tale. Delve into dreamscapes in her new Reveler series, releasing Summer 2014.
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My Review of Darkness FallsSexy, dark, and edgy. Just my cup of tea. I really enjoyed this story. It took me by surprise, but I was hooked right from the beginning. I was immediately swept up in the world Ms. Kellison has created and absolutely loved the concept. The premise is fresh and original and kept me totally involved from beginning to end. The idea of dream sharing sounds so cool. That's what happens in Darkness Falls. Jordan only wants to protect her sister, Maze, so she agrees to go to the Reve with her and enter into the dreamscape. I won't go into any more than that you'll have to read to find out what it's like. 
The descriptions were great, and just so you know, like the real world, the dream world needs policing. That's where our mysteriously sexy Malcom Rook comes in as he hunts for the perfect talents for recruiting to work for the Chimera when he encounters the beautifully gifted Jordan Lane. 
As a side note, I must admit I found myself crushing on Rook from the very beginning. I recommend this book to lovers of paranormal and stories about dreams. You won't be disappointed. Darkness Falls gets 5 stars from me.
My Review of Lay Me Down
So I was so hooked on the concept of this series I had to rush to read the second book even though I only signed up for the first for this tour. LOL. I must admit I wasn't exactly that taken with Steve Coll as much as Malcom Rook in the first book, but he did grow on me as I continued to read. Lay Me Down picks up immediately right where Darkness Falls leaves off and continues with that story. Maze got on my nerves a bit maybe because she was a bit immature compared to her sister, but I'm sure that's they way Ms. Kellison intended her to be. 
Once I got into this book, I couldn't put it down. I don't have time to read the newest and third book in the series before this post is scheduled, but I assure you I will be reading it as soon as time permits. I'm giving this 2nd book 4 stars because of my initial reaction toward Steve, but other than that it was a terrific read and I can't wait to see what's next. Oh and next time you dream, pay close attention and try thinking about where you are and who you are with. I know I will. 
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Cover Reveal of Sanctum by Cameo Renae

Title: Sanctum (The After Light Saga #2)Author: Cameo RenaeGenre: YA Post-Apocalyptic/DystopianPublisher: CHBBCover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design PhotographyHosted by: Lady Amber's ToursBlurb:The Arvy threat worsens each day. They continue to destroy the hive’s vital fuel resources, leaving us with one option— evacuate to the largest government bunker, located in South Dakota. The injured hive members are moved as first priority, but a disastrous event occurs on the way to our drop-off zone. We find ourselves in a ghost town, surrounded by spiteful, revenge filled Arvies. Chaos ensues and our death toll rises. Just when we think the end has come, unsuspected help arrives. We are rescued and brought to an underground bunker. They call it Sanctum. With no way of reaching outside help, we must depend on each other to reach our pick-up zone, thirty miles away. If we don’t make it in time, we will be left for dead. Time is ticking. My name is Abigail Park. I am a survivor. My family is what keeps my heart beating, and my world a happy place to be. I love reading great books that whisk me away from reality, even if for a little while. :) Writing is my passion. I love creating new worlds and new characters, and taking wondrous adventures with them. In My Dreams & Hidden Wings were both recently published through Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. Descent (A Hidden Wings novella) will be released May 15, 2013, and Broken Wings (Book 2 in the Hidden Wings Series) will be released June 1, 2013. One day I will find my magic wardrobe, and ride away on my magical unicorn... ♥ Until then... I'll keep writing! ;) Follow Cameo on:Facebook * Blog * Website * Twitter

Release Day Blitz - My Soul For You by Morgana Phoenix

My Soul For You Blitz Day Release


Title: My Soul For YouAuthor: Morgana PhoenixB&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/airicka-phoenix
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SynopsisYou are cordially invited to have your heart’s desire come true.

For Kaitlin Claremont this is a very tall order. What wouldn’t an orphan girl living over of her aunt’s shop wish for? But when her one night of passion in the arms of sexy and completely out of her reach Kaleb turns into a nightmare, Katie realizes quickly that nothing is as it seems and there is so much more to Kaleb O'Reilly than she ever bargained for.

Kaleb has his own demons and even with all his training, he’s not prepared for the brown-eyed beauty, nor can he deny he wants her in a way that very much complicates everything. But what happens when the hunger wins and his true purpose puts Katie at risk? Can he protect her from his mistakes? And can Katie protect those she loves from a monster with no mercy?

Time is running out.
Will they kill or be killed?


Author BioMorgana Phoenix is the sinister form Airicka Phoenix takes in the cloak of night where she compels her victims to burn the midnight oil reading tales of mystery, danger and steaming romance.

On weekends, she bakes cookies and watches reruns of Supernatural.

For more, visit her lair... If you dare: www.AirickaPhoenix.com
  

COVERGASM BLOG HOP JUNE 6-13

Yep. This one is ALL about the covers. The ones that just make you gasp and go..oh my, I NEED this book. Now! Those that are truly...covergasm-worthy. Stop by each blog to check out their favorites! There will be a giveaway at each stop plus a grand prize giveaway of an Amazon Gift Card! Happy Hopping!
I know I have many favorites, but the one cover that makes me keep wanting to stare at it is J. R. Ward's Lover At Last  Buy Link for Lover At LastThe eyes on this cover are just so amazing. The guy is super hot too, even though.. ☺ When I read this, I kept stopping to stare at the cover, which meant this book took a long time to finish, aside from the fact that it is 591 pages long. As far as my own books go, my favorite cover is from Beautifully Wounded Buy Link for Beautifully Woundedand I'm going to giveaway an ebook of Beautifully Wounded, along with an ecopy of Lover At Last.a Rafflecopter giveaway

Don't forget about the Grand Prize below!!
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Dive Into Summer Multi-Author Event

Dive Into Summer Multi-Author Event starts today. 
Join Release Day Diva and Lady Amber's Launch Party for a month of fun with some amazing authors!

Head over to the event and check out all these amazing authors. Psst...I'm one of them. :) My day is June 24th. And I've pasted the rafflecopter below.
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Schedule:6/2/2014Gina Whitney6/3/2014Rae Z. Ryans6/4/2014Airicka Phoenix6/5/2014Konstanz Silverbow6/6/2014Stacey Rourke6/9/2014Becca Vincenza6/10/2014Kelley Grealis6/11/2014L.P. Dover6/12/2014H.K. Sterling6/13/2014Cynthia P. O'Neill6/16/2014Fabio Bueno6/17/2014Andrea DiGiglio6/18/2014A.O. Peart6/19/2014J.J. DiBenedetto6/20/2014Greg Messel6/23/2014Alexandrea Weis6/24/2014Susan Griscom6/25/2014Amber Garr6/26/2014Jen Wylie6/27/2014M.C. Cerny7/1/2014Elizabeth Loraine7/2/2014Anne Carter7/3/2014Marsha Casper Cook7/7/2014Leona DeRosa Bodie7/8/2014S.J. Wright7/9/2014Elena Dillon7/10/2014NL EcheverriaRafflecopter Embedded Code: a Rafflecopter giveaway

Release Day Blitz - Chasing Love's Wings by Zoey Derrick

Title: Chasing Love’s WingsAuthor: Zoey Derrick
Series: Love's Wings (#2)Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Self Published Release Date: May 27 2014Formats: eBook & Print Blurb/Synopsis:Everything in Cameron Enders' life feels like a dream since she took a trip to a remote island where she met Tristan Michaels, Hollywood's hottest man. Tristan never imagined that his get-away vacation would change his life and his heart.
But everything isn't perfect in paradise once Cameron and Tristan return to Phoenix. When Cami discovers a dark secret, her dream becomes a living nightmare. She slips back into old habits, turning to alcohol to hide her pain. As the woman he loves becomes more a stranger by the day, Tristan’s world is rocked again. He’s a helpless witness to Cami’s self-destructive cycle - until she pushes too far, testing the limits of his love. Their love is far from perfect, but he will stop at nothing, chasing it all until she has everything she deserves.
Cami’s withdrawal could strengthen or destroy everything she hopes to have with Tristan. Can Cami trust him enough to give him everything or will she cling to her secrets and their pain, tearing them apart forever?







Amazon Best Selling Angels, Demons & Devils and Paranormal Author of Give Me Reason - The Reason Series Book One comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a paranormal, romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
 
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it. 

The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again, again and again.
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