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Submerged Release Day Blitz @NataliaCrossXXX

Title: Submerse (book one in The Beginner Series)Author: Natalia CrossGenre: Erotic Romance/BDSM lifestylePublisher: Guardian PublishingHosted by: Lady Amber's PR Jill lives what you’d call a normal life. Normal job, normal friends, and boring dates that lead to nowhere. That is, until she reluctantly agrees to go on a blind date with the cousin of her roommate and Jill enters into a whole new world full of whips, toys, and mind opening experiences. Gregory has a penchant for the BDSM lifestyle and Jill wants nothing more than to learn everything she can about the intriguing man as well as the dark pleasures he harbors. Starting off small, he slowly submerses Jill into the BDSM lifestyle but she soon finds herself deeply involved…and deeply in love.





Canadian born author and freelance writer, who goes by the pen name Natalia Cross, lives and breathes all things Erotic Romance. Natalia writes sexy and romantic stories and screen plays for sssh.com while pumping out her own steamy Erotica stories on a regular basis. You can find all of her published titles through Guardian Publishing. Now residing in a small town in Eastern Canada, Natalia spends her time writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her amazing husband, and chasing around her two small children. 

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“I don’t think that I want my butt to look hot,” Jill replied, craning her neck to look over her shoulder at her own ass. “Is it like ‘hey I am desperate to get laid hot’ or just ‘lifted and separated hot’?”“Definitely lifted and separated. Relax. Gregory is a nice guy, and a total gentleman. He isn’t going to go all psycho on you.”Jill sighed and changed the subject. “Is that a new top?”Renee looked down at the leather crop top she wore and grinned. “Yes, and it’s vegan leather.”“Vegan leather? Isn’t that an oxymoron?”Renee shrugged, “I guess, but I got it half off because it had a tiny thread coming through. I fixed it in, like, two seconds. Hey, I got to get going. You’re meeting Gregory at the steakhouse?”Jill blew out a long breath. “Yes. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing vegan leather, huh?”Renee laughed. “I’d love a steak but my date’s a vegetarian.”“I don’t know how that’s going to work for you,” Jill replied. “You’re the person who eats a pound of bacon at breakfast.”“If he’s the one it would be worth giving up bacon.”Jill doubted any man was worth giving up bacon for.

Frenzy Release Day Blitz @authorcaseybond

Title: FrenzyAuthor: Casey L BondGenre: YA ParanormalCover Designer: Cover Me DarlingHosted by: Lady Amber’s PR After the world was ravaged by a viral apocalypse, Blackwater is one of the only colonies that remains. The survivors came together to create this safe haven. Nestled between a fierce river and a city’s flood wall, the well-being of its residents hangs on a long-established treaty with the night-walkers. Sounds simple enough, but lately, the people of Blackwater have been dying, and the humans believe the night-walkers are to blame. Porschia Grant starves for more than her parents’ affection. Forced to enter the rotation, she will be given extra food rations in exchange for becoming a vampire’s breakfast and dinner for a week. The rotation has an extra responsibility as well: leave the colony and enter the dangerous forest to hunt for food. A night-walker will protect the hunters from the infected that roam the woods. But with the treaty hanging in the balance and tension between the humans and vampires rising, anything could happen in the darkness. What would you do if your only chance at survival might kill you?






Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction. You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links: 
Website: www.authorcaseybond.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorcaseybond Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorcaseybond Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7212486.Casey_L_Bond Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/caseyb007 Amazon: http://amzn.to/1PmE0pg 

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Wanted by You Release Day Blitz @heathercmyers

Title: Wanted by YouAuthor: Heather C. MyersGenre: Sweet Western RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber’s PR Scott Lucas swore he would never fall in love, especially not with the woman he was currently holding for ransom. But in all honesty, he was halfway there and she made up the difference. Riley Ledger has more spirit than a Ouija Board and more stubbornness than an ox.  She can hold her own in a fight and can drink anyone under the table.  Her mother's dead, her sister loves her but is ashamed of her, and her father - the sheriff - wants to marry her off to any man that will take her. Enter Reese Hemingway: attractive, rich, and everything Riley hates in the male species. When she's saved from a slap by wanted criminal Scott Lucas, she's more than a little intrigued.  He's dirty, dangerous, and mean - unlike any other man she's met before.  That's only emphasized by the point he decides to take her hostage.  She vows to hate him more than she's hated anything or anyone before.   It's a good thing she's not a betting woman.

 
Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I'm a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says 'like' more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I'm a 26 year old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I'm a writer. Like, for real. I recently signed with Anchor Group Publishing, which will see two of my series being published this year. I've self-published over 15 books, with more on the way, so I'm familiar with both a hybrid-traditional publishing method as well as self-publishing. I don't speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I'm feeling particularly mischievous). I'm lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have a beautiful baby girl. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL - FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.


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@TerryMaggert #HalfwayBitten, #ReleaseDay #PNR

Halfway Bitten (Halfway Witchy Series #2)by Terry Maggert
Blurb:
The circus came to Halfway, and they brought the weird. 
When clowns, vampires, and corpses start piling up in town, Carlie has to break away from her boyfriend, Wulfric, to bring her witchy skills to the table- or grill, as the case may be. When the body of a young woman washes up in the lake, it unleashes a spiral of mystery that will bring Carlie, Gran, and Wulfric into a storm of magical warfare. Spells will fly. Curses will rain. Amidst it all, Carlie will make waffles, protect her town, and find out if a man from the distant past can join her in happy ever after. 
With love and honor at stake, Carlie has no peer. 


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If I ride my bike to work, it takes three minutes; walking takes ten.
I chose to walk.
The sun broke over the lake in a fury of gemlike flames. Halfway is a lake made in heaven, and the town curls around it like a jealous lover. At five in the morning, it’s sleepy and quiet, with only the occasionally rowdy goose or loon breaking the silence. The only humans moving around other than me and a few bakers are fisherman; they have the excellent sense to limit their noise and speech under the auspices of not scaring their prey. I applaud that kind of dedication to avoiding human contact before you’re fully caffeinated.
I unlocked the diner’s side door and slipped into the quiet cool. This was the magic hour before any other employees were around, and the entire space was mine. Three days a week Louis would be waiting to greet me—he started baking at two in the morning, but not today. There was no aroma of flour or sweets and coffee, just the welcoming stillness and a lingering hint of something fried and delicious. Glynna and Pat would arrive later; between the two of them they could organize the invasion of a modest country. They’re both seasoned veterans who know that coffee comes first, chit chat is second, and smiles are constant. It’s no surprise that getting a job here is rare, but keeping it is common.
I set coffee to brew, wrapped a snow white apron around me, and slid easily into the kitchen to begin the dance of preparing for an onslaught of bustling customers who came to eat, relax, and gaze out at the brightening surface of the lake. There are some mornings that I lose time; it’s as if the muscle memory of my job takes over and bliss descends to move my hands in a familiar pattern of cooking, and plating, and smiling at the general joyous chaos that erupts from the moment we open our doors. Most of the time, I love my job. Other days I tolerate it, but this was not one of those days. This day was going to be interesting.
I looked up from the grill and froze. Usually, the diner—that’s the Hawthorn Diner, known to everyone in town simply as The Diner-- is filled with a nice mix of tourists and locals. You know the types. There are tourists wearing all manner of vacation uniforms with the occasional sunburn mixed in for good measure. Dads wear khaki shorts, white sneakers, and an expression of relief when their kids start eating. Tourist moms wear anything that’s clean, drink coffee like their lives depend on it, and always seem the smallest bit worried. Our locals wear baseball caps and an air of infinite patience, waiting for me to cook their waffles just so without a hint of hurry.
So, when I looked up and saw six clowns sitting at the counter, I took a moment. Okay, if you want to get technical, I froze. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of clowns. As a witch, I actually find them sort of relaxing when compared to the paranormal nasties I deal with now and again; a little face paint and red noses don’t frighten me. But still, I just took a moment.
Glynna smirked at me while she filled a row of coffee cups; apparently even clowns enjoy a hot cup of joe. I nodded politely, looking down at my current batch of home fries that were happily sizzling away, then turned to add onions and mushrooms to an omelet that was nearly done. Despite my, ah, stature, I can cover a lot of ground in the kitchen. I may not be tall, but I’m really busy, and that goes a long way towards making me efficient. I like that. So do our customers.
“Circus in town?” I asked Glynna, who began to hang tickets in the window with a robotic efficiency. You’ve probably seen someone like her before in a diner somewhere. Glynna is fifty, slender, has hair color that changes like the weather, and brown eyes that are cheery and bright. She’s an inveterate coffee and sugar addict, and she avoids vegetables, meat, and milk like one would a dodge a radioactive badger. Glynna is fueled by caffeine and sweets. I really need to look into her diet someday, if she’ll ever stand still long enough to let me take notes about her eating habits outside work.
She pointed at the array of clowns and nodded sagely. “It is. Rolled in overnight. They’ve set up near the park, although I’d say it was more like a carnival. They’re nice guys; they were giving away tickets at the lakeshore before they came in here to tank up on waffles.”
The lakeshore meant the walkway that followed a rough outline of our park, which snugs up to the water. We’re are exactly halfway between the beginning and the end of the Adirondack chain of lakes, hence our name, and the park is your basic giant green lawn that acted as a picnic spot, music venue, and general meeting place for friends, lovers, and the occasional dog who wanted to stretch it out and run for a bit. My town is compact, idyllic, vibrant during the summer, as all touristy places are, and frigid for the winter.
It’s also lousy with magic.
Now, clowns aren’t from the Everafter, they just dress that way. Trust me, if you’ve ever seen an actual Faerie Queen, you’d think she got her wardrobe at yard sales held during the disco era. Just because you’ve got royal fae blood doesn’t mean you have taste. I know this from experience, and I’ve only just stopped laughing at a printed pantsuit that a fae court member wore during a fight with a rogue Werebear. If it hadn’t been dangerous, I would have been too busy taking pictures for posterity. I don’t care if your beauty is magically enhanced; when you combine stripes and spots, I’m going to laugh at you.
I breezed through the remainder of my shift in a happy fugue, stepping out of the door at just past two in the afternoon. Actually, I took two steps, because I’m just brushing five feet tall and my legs are appropriately long; that is to say they reach the ground. Barely. My eyes are gray, my hair is black, and I love my Doc Martens as much as any inanimate object on the planet save my charm bracelet, which acts as a sort of repository for my excess magic. I’ve got a hidden witchmark behind my right ear; from it springs hair of every human color you can imagine, and a couple that I’ve only seen on really unusual cats. I use the hair for spells, on occasion, and the witchmark as a sort of early warning system for everything nasty that find witches to be delicious or interesting. I couldn’t blame the beasties, since my hair smelled of the grill, my clothes were speckled with waffle batter and I needed a shower in that welcome sort of way you get if you love your job. I do. I’m lucky like that.
 So, I’m a witch, and I come from a long line of witches. My Gran is sort of the de facto leader of all things magical in our area; her decades of experience make her the go-to for all questions about the arcane. I seem to be the designated hitter in terms of pest control; I don’t know whether I should be flattered or angry that I spend so many of my days off traipsing around the woods hunting down errant demons, ghouls, or undead tax accountants. The spread of evil knows no bounds, it would seem, so until you’ve had to cast spells at a guy with blue skin, a pocket protector, and fangs, don’t you dare judge me.
Part of being a witch means having a familiar. Mine is a cat named Gus. He’s of the Maine Coon variety, which means that his size rivals mine, and his favorite hobbies include giving me the stinkeye, complaining, and trying to smother me with his tail when I take naps. In other words, he’s your basic cat, just three times larger and more attuned to my magical needs. Gus is the only other occupant in my home; it’s a small bungalow that’s close to the diner, and it once belonged to my parents. They’ve retired and headed for the sunsets of New Mexico, leaving me my childhood home.
I love everything about my house. I love the deep cool of the cellar where I perfect my magic; I love the green expanse of the lawn, and the lonely apple tree that marks the eastern corner of my yard. Its branches are few but heavy with fruit each September, and I pick each apple with a reverent memory that stretches back to the first years of my life. I’m twenty-one years old, and I’ve never known another place. I belong here, and I love that fact, too. All of these things push together in my heart and leave me full and happy, a fact which naturally irritates the rare cynic I’m forced to deal with. Those people are inevitably customers who are cursed with real or imagined special dietary needs. Egg white omelets make me sad, but the people who order them make me angry.
I stepped through my door and tossed the keys on a tall table that hugs the left hand wall. Gus waited to greet me from his usual perch on the fireplace mantel; I refer to it as The Dais of Judgement due to his unblinking stare and haughty bearing.
Then again, he’s a cat. They’re built for that kind of subtle insult, so maybe I’m just overly sensitive since he’s so confident. I admire that kind of moxie in an animal who is frightened of my sneakers if I dare to leave them in a different position. He’s a creature of habit, as am I, but you won’t see me shedding like a cheap sweater when I get upset. Big difference.
Gus interrupted my thoughts with a single deep mroooowwwt.
 “Yeah, yeah. You big galoot. I’ll get it.” I moved unerringly to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of actual cream— my snobby cat won’t drink anything but the good stuff. After I filled a dish large enough to swim in, I started peeling off clothes and heading towards the bathroom. I took an experimental sniff as I passed my bedroom, sensing the lingering essence of Wulfric, my boyfriend. He’d left just before dawn to go on what amounted to a patrol of his lands. I should probably explain why I have a boyfriend who needs to patrol anything, so here goes.
Wulfric is a thousand year old half-vampire, half- Viking who guards a section of the forest so that mortal hikers don’t get turned into undead monsters by an evil spring that we sometimes call the Fountain of Youth.  He also has a daughter, Emilia, with a no-good skank named Anna who is actually a Werepanther, hula-hoop addict, litterer, and general malcontent. Anna’s also really hot, which means that for the most part she got away with all manner of anti-social behavior, but absconding with my boyfriend’s kid puts her squarely on my shit list, and I’ve got news for that trampy little kitten.

I’m not scared of any kind of cat. I live with Gus.






Halfway Witchy Series

Halfway Dead (Halfway Witchy Series #1)
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About The Author

Born in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon, considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to the Sunshine State. I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic upstate New York, where I learned about a mythical substance known as "Seasons". After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a bar. That was fun because I love beer, but, then, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), and, in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school--which I did, with enthusiasm. I earned a Master's Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. My novels explore dark fantasy, immortality, and the nature of love as we know it. I live near Nashville, Tennessee, with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and, when I'm not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.



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Title: First GlanceSeries: The Adelaide Paige Saga Episode OneAuthor: L.L. HunterGenre: NA Supernatural Suspense, Crime, Romantic suspense What if you had the ability to see into the future? What if you knew how someone might die?Would you do something about it?This is Adelaide Paige’s dilemma.She wakes up one day with the ability to see into the future, but she has no desire to be a savior. All Adelaide wants is to graduate college and to become a Forensic Scientist… maybe even date a little. She just wants an ordinary life.But her world is turned upside down when two dead girls turn up at the local morgue where she works. Adelaide soon discovers that these cases are not your everyday cases, but there is a serial killer out there.Someone who is murdering young women just like her.She has a decision to make.Choose to reveal her secret and risk losing those closest to her? Or remain in the background and let the police handle it?Will Adelaide make the choice in time to save those she loves… or even herself… from a similar fate?A thrilling NA contemporary novel from the author of The Garden of Eden, The Legend of the Archangel Series, and Treacherous.(This book is recommended to readers 18+. It contains sexual situations, graphic forensic/medical procedures and violence)



L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Eden Chronicles. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. She has been writing since her teens - everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.”



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Getting a call to come into work at three in the morning is not a new thing for me. I often expect it.But I didn’t expect this.“This better be important, Jim, if I’m giving up my warm bed for this.”“It is Addy. I can assure you.”“Ugh! Why are you so perky this time of morning!”“I’m a vampire. I sleep during the day.” I shoot ice missiles at my unnaturally perky assistant as he strolls over the fridge to retrieve the reason I was called down here. In less than a minute he has the body bag on a gurney and wheeled in front of me and sliding onto the metal slab.“It still gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.”I glance at him in confusion and anticipation and start to unzip the bag.The face that greets me is not what I was expecting. I jump back with a shriek. Normally I am fine around dead bodies, being a morgue technician and studying forensic science, but nothing I have seen previously prepares me for this.Lying on the slab in front of me pale and cold is a face more familiar to me than anyone else’s. It’s my face.

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Title: Third EyeAuthor: L.L. HunterSeries: The Adelaide Paige Saga Episode 3Genre: Adult Contemporary/ romantic suspense/ crimeCover Designed by: Rebecca Berto of Berto DesignsRelease Date: May 31st 2016Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Forensic Pathologist Adelaide Paige has the picture perfect life.She has the perfect fiancé, the perfect job, the perfect house. Life should be bliss.When a gruesome double murder of a mother and child hits close to home, for Addy a shocking revelation has her rethinking her decision about wanting to start a family.Killian has always dreamed of becoming a father.But when he discovers that the love of his life may die giving birth, he doesn’t know what to do.In the emotional final episode of the Adelaide Paige Saga, will Addy and Killian finally have their happy ever after? Or is Addy’s life doomed to end on a cliffhanger.Life is too short when you can see the end.





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@ColleenHelme #DeviousMinds #ReleaseDayBlitz #Mystery #Giveaway

Devious Minds (A Shelby Nichols Adventure Series #8)by Colleen Helme
Blurb: 
It’s been almost a year since a near-fatal gunshot wound left Shelby Nichols with the ability to read minds. In that time she’s faced one problem after another. She’s been shot at, framed for murder, and targeted by a serial killer, just to name a few. Now she’s trying to help her lawyer husband win a murder trial that will enable him to become a partner in his law firm. Sounds easy, right? But nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to Shelby Nichols.
When special agent, Blake Beauchaine, shows up to collect a debt from Shelby, things get even more complicated, and Shelby is soon on her way to Paris. A routine meeting with a rogue agent reveals a sinister plot, putting Shelby into the cross-hairs of a known terrorist. Even worse, she doesn’t speak French, so it seems her mind-reading abilities won’t help her this time.
Things go from bad to downright dangerous for Shelby, especially since her usual guardians, Uncle Joey, and his hit-man, Ramos, are back in the states. Lost and on her own in the streets of Paris, can Shelby escape the cold-blooded killer in time to stop his devious plans, or will this be the end of the line for Shelby Nichols?


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The first day of spring arrived, filling me with an overwhelming sense of freedom. Even though the temperature wasn’t real warm, it meant that winter was officially over. Even better, a ride on the motorcycle behind Ramos was now a possibility. I’d missed that and I’d missed him. He’d been gone for two weeks helping Uncle Joey take care of some out-of-town business. I wasn’t exactly sure what that entailed and... believe me, I didn’t want to know. Jackie, Uncle Joey’s secretary and wife, told me they were both due back in the next few days, and deep down where I didn’t want to admit it, I could hardly wait to see them again.That probably made me a bad person, since I worked for Uncle Joey, and he was a mob-boss. Ramos was his hit-man and he’d saved my life a few times. I had to admit, it was a far cry from the first time I’d met Ramos almost a year ago, when he was thinking he might have to kill me for the big boss. I’d had to tell Uncle Joey my secret that I could read minds to stop that from happening. Since then, my skills had come in handy for Uncle Joey, and gotten me into a lot of trouble. But he’d always been there to bail me out, both literally and figuratively. So now I helped Uncle Joey, not because I was forced into it, but because I wanted to. That was just twisted on so many levels, and he wasn’t even my real uncle. But I couldn’t seem to stop, so I did my best to keep on the right side of things.Ramos was another part of that story. He was one hot and swoon-worthy man any woman would fall for. I had to keep reminding myself that I was happily married every time I laid eyes on him. He was the quintessential bad boy and, like a decadent chocolate dessert with whipped cream and a cherry on top, something that I might want in the worst way, but would also be very bad for me.If I wasn’t married with kids... well, who knew what could happen, but I loved my husband and children, and Ramos respected that. Even so, there were still times when my heart seemed to have a mind of its own around him, and I’d have to rein it in or lose control, which was not an option.Only a handful of people knew I could read minds, and I liked it that way. I told everyone else I had premonitions, and that mostly worked. I also had my own consulting agency, which included helping the police along with my own clients. Because of that, I managed to get into even more trouble, and that wasn’t counting the mob-boss part. Like now.My husband, Chris, had asked for my help on a hard case. He was an associate partner in the prestigious law firm of Cohen, Larsen and Pratt. This case was the single most important event of Chris’ career, mostly because the partners were looking to replace the Cohen part of the firm, and changing it to Larsen, Pratt and... Nichols.This was a huge deal, and I wondered if the fact that Chris handled all of Uncle Joey’s accounts had something to do with it. Probably, but I wasn’t touching that with a ten foot pole. This put a lot of pressure on me. Not as much as Chris, but still… I didn’t want to screw it up for him. That brought me to my problem. I wasn’t sure I wanted to help Chris, mostly because he was defending a woman accused of killing her husband, and ten million dollars from the life insurance policy was in the balance. To complicate matters even more, the husband’s company was one of Chris’ biggest clients.If they won, Chris’ firm would get a nice, fat share, and also keep the company as a client. But from everything he’d told me, she sounded guilty as sin. If I listened to her thoughts, I’d know for sure, and that would just ruin everything. It made me realize that sometimes my ‘gift’ wasn’t so great. Not when I had to use it to get someone off who actually deserved some jail time.But... wasn’t that what I did for Uncle Joey? So how was this any worse?In fact, I’d recently made a deal with a government agent to keep Uncle Joey out of prison. In exchange for my help on one of his cases, he’d agreed to make any charges against Uncle Joey disappear. When Uncle Joey found out what I’d done, he wasn’t too happy with me. Especially since he thought I’d told Blake Beauchaine I could read minds. Once he knew I hadn’t, and Blake just wanted me for what he thought were my mad interrogation skills, he’d calmed down. Still, Uncle Joey told me he could have handled anything Blake might have thrown at him without my deal. To be honest, it kind of hurt my feelings. Then he made me promise to involve him if Blake ever came to collect. So now on top of everything else, I had Blake’s phone call to look forward to, and Uncle Joey to involve after that. It was enough to give me an ulcer.“Shelby? We’re ready for you,” Chris said, poking his head out of the conference room.

The Shelby Nichols Adventure Series



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As the author of the Shelby Nichols Adventure Series, Colleen is often asked if Shelby Nichols is her alter-ego. “Definitely,” she says. “Shelby is the epitome of everything I wish I dared to be.” Known for her laugh since she was a kid, Colleen has always tried to find the humor in every situation and continues to enjoy writing about Shelby’s adventures. “I love getting Shelby into trouble… I just don’t always know how to get her out of it!” Colleen lives in the Rocky Mountains with her family. Besides writing, she loves a good book, biking, hiking, and playing board and card games with family and friends. She loves to connect with readers and admits that fans of the series keep her writing.

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Wings of Vengeance Release Day Blitz @CameoRenae

Title: Wings of Vengeance (Hidden Wings Series, Book Five)Author: Cameo RenaeGenre: YA Paranormal RomancePublisher: CHBBCover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design PhotographyEdited by: Victoria Schmitz - Crimson Tide EditorialHosted by: Lady Amber's PR No one knows of Lucian’s long-held secret—a recently transformed Nephilim daughter. Unfortunately for the Gray house, Lilith believes Emma is the one responsible for killing her father, and her deep-rooted hatred has turned into an envious obsession.Powerful, with wings as dark as night, revenge consumes Lilith’s every thought, only to be fueled by Lucifer’s lies. Her newly transformed gifts have raised the danger level. Her aim is to strip Emma from everyone she loves, and has Lucifer’s Fallen warriors to aid in her task.Receiving help from Midway, Emma reconnects with friends of old and new, and hopes it will be enough to keep them all alive.








My family is what keeps my heart beating, and my world a happy place to be.
I was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and recently moved with my husband and children to Alaska.I'm a daydreamer, a caffeine and peppermint addict. I love to laugh, love to read, and love to escape reality. One of my greatest joys is creating fantasy worlds filled with adventure and romance, and sharing it with others.One day I hope to find my own magic wardrobe, and ride away on a magical unicorn. Until then...I'll keep writing!

Favorite quote: "The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination." Albert Einstein

HAPPY READING!

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Chapter 1“Emma, wake up.” I blinked several times, trying to focus in the darkness, only to find Kade’s distraught eyes hovering close by. “Another nightmare?” he asked. I nodded, wiping the beads of sweat from my brow and then cuddled close to him, resting my head on his chest. The beating of his heart had a way of calming my anxiety, soothing my every fear. “Maybe you should talk to Alaine,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of my head.“I’ll talk to her in the morning,” I exhaled. “You’re shaking.” His hands rubbed down my arms. “Was it about me?”I could sense a hint of concern in his voice. “No,” I breathed. “It was about Alaine this time.” I tried to erase the visions of her scorched and blistered body from my mind, but it was still there. In full color. Terrorizing me. The smell of smoke was still lingering in my nose, and the heat of the flames still felt warm on my skin. I didn’t want to worry anyone with my troubles, but it was the third time this week I’d woken Kade with these horrifying nightmares. Every night it was a different loved one, and they were getting stronger as they progressed. What was most unnerving was the shadowy figure with onyx wings present in every one. I could never make out the face but could sense its twisted pleasure as it watched me suffer.I’d had enough of watching my loved ones endure horrible and painful deaths. Although they were nightmares, the pain was real and lingered for days after. It was something I couldn’t just erase. These dreams ate at my soul, keeping me tight in its cold, indifferent arms, holding on through my waking hours.I prayed they weren’t premonitions, and I prayed Kade wouldn’t be in any future nightmares. I’d watched him suffer in real life, and it’d shattered my entire being. Now that we were bonded, watching it happen again would kill me. I glanced over at the clock. It was four in the morning, but I didn’t want to go back to sleep. “Where are you going?” Kade asked as I slipped from the warmth of his arms.“To make some coffee and read the book Lia sent me.”“You sure you don’t want to stay here with me?”“You know I do, I just don’t want to go back to sleep.”His hazel eyes swirled with desire. “I didn’t say we had to sleep.”“Are you seducing me, Mr. Anders?”A grin played on his lips as he pulled the covers down. “Maybe.”“Well then,” I exhaled, jumping in next to him. “Coffee can wait.”

DOUBLE COVER REVEAL, Inheriting Starlight & A Beauty Dark and Deadly @heathercmyers

Title: Inheriting StarlightAuthor: Heather C. MyersGenre: Sci-fi romance/explicit scenesExpected Release Date: January 28th, 2016Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR The galaxy of Aralyyn has been at war for the past sixteen years.  The king and queen send their two daughters to two separate planets with nothing but a guardian to look after them.  One ship crashes upon impact, leaving no trace of the future queen.  Elise Starling, her younger sister, survives.  She grows up on the planet Teryyn, known for their agriculture and neutrality in the war.  They have no idea who she is - no one does - save for her guardian and only friend, tight-lipped Reed Darcy, and she wants to keep it that way.  The last thing she wants is to be queen, even if it is her responsibility now that her sister is gone.
Or is she?
Rumors on Teryyn have spread.  Raechel's body was never found in the explosion, and Aralyyn's true future queen and the sister Elise never knew is alive and living as one of the thousands of orphans sent to Baryyn.  Despite the Reed's warnings, Elise is determined to find her long lost sister snd avoid inheriting a throne she never wanted in the first place.





Title: A Beauty Dark and DeadlyAuthor: Heather C. MyersGenre: Dark NA/modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast/explicit scenesExpected Release Date: January 27th, 2016 Emmy Neal needs a job. Desperately. Her grandfather, the only family she has, is in and out of the hospital due to various illnesses and the medical bills are stacking up. It's difficult to find a steady job in South Haven - everything is either taken or seasonal, except one. Jason Marshall needs a maid. His cabin and his eating habits have been declining recently, though, to be fair, they have always been in a slippery slope. Being out o the public's eye for the past five years has given him time to remember why he started rapping in the first place and work on his fourth studio album. The problem is, everyone still believes he killed his wife and her lover even though he was legally acquitted on a technicality, which makes the prospect of a comeback difficult to come by. If he can get one person to give him a chance, he knows others will, too. In this modern retelling of a classic fairytale, Emmy will learn that beasts can be beautiful, love can be dark, and attraction can be deadly.





Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I'm a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says 'like' more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I'm a 26 year old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I'm a writer. Like, for real. I recently signed with Anchor Group Publishing, which will see two of my series being published this year. I've self-published over 15 books, with more on the way, so I'm familiar with both a hybrid-traditional publishing method as well as self-publishing.  I don't speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I'm feeling particularly mischievous). I'm lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have a beautiful baby girl. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL - FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.


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In All My Years Cover Reveal @ciaratknight

Title: In All My YearsAuthor: Ciara KnightGenre: Sweet Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: April 18th, 2016Cover Designer: Robin Ludwig Design Inc.Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR Kathleen Baker fled Riverbend, TN in the middle of the night to escape her mafia, drug running husband. She also left behind the man she loved. Now, Ten years later, Kathleen returns to Riverbend, the one place she’d ever felt at home. After a letter arrives, Kathleen realizes her husband is still alive. With her past now in the present, Kathleen’s future is in jeopardy.
Colum Harrow kicked his nephew out of his home so that he’d move on with his life and stop moping around the house over a lost love. Unfortunately, he was unable to follow his own advice, and has lived in isolation for years with the guilt he had failed to protect the woman he loved from an abusive husband. Now, she returns to his hometown to see the birth of her granddaughter, and he must face his failures and the woman who owns his heart.






Ciara Knight writes with a ‘Little Edge and a Lot of Heart’ with her contemporary and paranormal romance books. Her most recent #1 Amazon bestselling series, Sweetwater County, has topped the charts and received acclaimed reviews. Her international best-seller, Pendulum scored 4 stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from InD’Tale Magazine and Night Owl Top Pick. Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars from Paranormal Romance Guild and Night Owl’s Top Pick, among other praises.




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