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February 25, 2013
Closure Cover Reveal @kimcarmichael4
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Title: Closure
Author: Kim Carmichael
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance, Erotica
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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There's always the one…
He's one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need closure.For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.
After he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would be her Mike Taylor.
With Mike having no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make him pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?
Can she finally have closure?
Excerpt 1
"Are you worried I'm going to get something wrong?" Without him knowing, they slipped back into their old banter. She reached into her bag, found a pad and pen and held them up. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, different." He pressed his back against the chair. "A challenge." His smile let the tooth peek out, while seventeen years caused the little wrinkle at corner of his eye to appear. "You know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week."
"Should I be writing this down?" She clicked the pen twice, trying to stop herself from reading more into this.
"Not unless you're writing down your address so I know where to pick you up for dinner tomorrow night."
Everything stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze. The constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood motionless.
Back in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get her Friday night.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
Excerpt 2
There’s always that one guy. Riley watched her date and shook her head.
"Stay there, I'll get the door." Mike got out of the car.
The cellophane on the roses Mike gave her when he arrived at her apartment crinkled in complaint as she moved them to the back seat, but not before she breathed in one more time. The floral perfume combined with his cologne made her dizzy, or maybe it was the ride down Pacific Coat Highway to Malibu.
Yes, there was always that one guy, the one that every other man is measured against. Up until yesterday she hadn’t thought about Mike in years, but he was always there. His imprint was all over her, a fingerprint unique to only her. How many men had to live up to memories they couldn’t compete with?
Part of her wished she possessed the strength to turn him down. Part of her wished he hadn't shown, or cancelled. Part of her wanted this date to reclaim what she lost so long ago she forgot she missed it.
The moment she got in the car with him, she became the seventeen-year-oldMargaret again. Only her former self never got this far. At the time she convinced herself it was better, the date would have been terrible, he was too goal oriented, and he only wanted what he perceived as an easy lay.
He took long strides around the car, opened the door on her side and held out his hand."Riley."
Now she was Riley. Margaret was gone. Riley had hidden her away with a name change taken from her parents' middle names, a bottle of hair dye, and a move to a new state.
She paused, studying him. Tonight he wore a pair of black pants and matching blazer and dark blue button down. As always, he fit his situation perfectly. She acquiesced and put her hand in his.
Excerpt 3
Mike never tutored her in chemistry. She supposed it was because she followed the instructions in that class or she may blow herself up. One thing was certain. She did not need any help now.
"Take a bite." Mike held up a spoon containing a sampling of chocolate covered coconut cake with raspberry sauce.
They sat together at tiny table outside the small café where they were presented with several small dessert selections, including chocolate mousse and a custard dish, but both their eyes went to the sinful cake first.
Their dinner was incredible, but not for the food. She barely remembered eating, but she savored the way Mike ordered for her, how he chose the ideal wine to compliment the meal, and how he continued to stare at her as if nothing else existed.
"It's dripping." She shook her head.
"Then it's perfect." He lifted the spoon higher.
She decided not to mention anything else dripping. She was ready to drown.
Instead, she lapped up some of the sauce with her finger.
She went to put her finger between her lips, when he dropped the spoon and caught her wrist.
"I believe I would like the first taste." He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the sauce off her.
He swirled his tongue along her fingertip. If he was trying to show her exactly what he could do to another part of her body, it worked.
"Delectable." He licked his lips. "But I believe I need something more." He leaned forward and kissed her.
This kiss was different than the one on the pier. They already skipped over awkward, unsure connections and were now at tantalizing tastes. The type of kissing usually meant as a precursor to other, more satisfying, activities.
He opened his mouth giving her a sampling of the decadent dessert mixed with him.
No, dripping wasn't the word to describe her. If he were any other man, she would have already had them back in bed letting him properly attend to her needs. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
He placed his hand on her leg. "You seem a little tense."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, tightening and relaxing the muscles in her leg. "I'm just in good shape.""So I feel." He inched his hand up, his fingertips sneaking under the hem of her dress.
Excerpt 4
His mouth went dry. Her pale skin glowed against all the black.
She rolled up the shirt and put it in her handbag. "What are you waiting for?"
He cleared his throat and pushed the button.
The elevator doors closed. If she wouldn't allow him to know where they were going, he would make headway in another direction. He stepped back and slid his arm around her waist.
She settled against him.
Her position gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the top of her breasts.They wanted to overflow out the lingerie disguised as a dress. The corset contoured to her curves, accentuating what was already magnificent. He dared to snake his hand up.
"You look troubled." She moved her hair out of her face.
"You look beautiful."
"Are you sure it's not too much?" A bit of pink stained her pale cheeks.
He let his gaze travel from her face to her neck decorated with a black lace choker, and back to her cleavage. He was never going to make through tonight without having her.
"It's not too much." He took a chance and moved his hand to the edge of her breast. Even with the restrictive garment, her flesh changed, soft, welcoming, enticing.
She arched her back toward him. "So, you like what you see?"
Less than ten minutes ago this woman wouldn't kiss him. He wanted to grab her, take her hand and press it to himself and show her exactly how much he liked what he saw.
"I can think of nothing better."
"Are you ready for some surprises?" She reached up to fix his collar.
His life had turned into nothing but twists and turns ever since she asked her first interview question.
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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Title: Closure
Author: Kim Carmichael
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance, Erotica
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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There's always the one…
He's one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need closure.For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.
After he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would be her Mike Taylor.
With Mike having no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make him pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?
Can she finally have closure?
Excerpt 1
"Are you worried I'm going to get something wrong?" Without him knowing, they slipped back into their old banter. She reached into her bag, found a pad and pen and held them up. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, different." He pressed his back against the chair. "A challenge." His smile let the tooth peek out, while seventeen years caused the little wrinkle at corner of his eye to appear. "You know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week."
"Should I be writing this down?" She clicked the pen twice, trying to stop herself from reading more into this.
"Not unless you're writing down your address so I know where to pick you up for dinner tomorrow night."
Everything stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze. The constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood motionless.
Back in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get her Friday night.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
Excerpt 2
There’s always that one guy. Riley watched her date and shook her head.
"Stay there, I'll get the door." Mike got out of the car.
The cellophane on the roses Mike gave her when he arrived at her apartment crinkled in complaint as she moved them to the back seat, but not before she breathed in one more time. The floral perfume combined with his cologne made her dizzy, or maybe it was the ride down Pacific Coat Highway to Malibu.
Yes, there was always that one guy, the one that every other man is measured against. Up until yesterday she hadn’t thought about Mike in years, but he was always there. His imprint was all over her, a fingerprint unique to only her. How many men had to live up to memories they couldn’t compete with?
Part of her wished she possessed the strength to turn him down. Part of her wished he hadn't shown, or cancelled. Part of her wanted this date to reclaim what she lost so long ago she forgot she missed it.
The moment she got in the car with him, she became the seventeen-year-oldMargaret again. Only her former self never got this far. At the time she convinced herself it was better, the date would have been terrible, he was too goal oriented, and he only wanted what he perceived as an easy lay.
He took long strides around the car, opened the door on her side and held out his hand."Riley."
Now she was Riley. Margaret was gone. Riley had hidden her away with a name change taken from her parents' middle names, a bottle of hair dye, and a move to a new state.
She paused, studying him. Tonight he wore a pair of black pants and matching blazer and dark blue button down. As always, he fit his situation perfectly. She acquiesced and put her hand in his.
Excerpt 3
Mike never tutored her in chemistry. She supposed it was because she followed the instructions in that class or she may blow herself up. One thing was certain. She did not need any help now.
"Take a bite." Mike held up a spoon containing a sampling of chocolate covered coconut cake with raspberry sauce.
They sat together at tiny table outside the small café where they were presented with several small dessert selections, including chocolate mousse and a custard dish, but both their eyes went to the sinful cake first.
Their dinner was incredible, but not for the food. She barely remembered eating, but she savored the way Mike ordered for her, how he chose the ideal wine to compliment the meal, and how he continued to stare at her as if nothing else existed.
"It's dripping." She shook her head.
"Then it's perfect." He lifted the spoon higher.
She decided not to mention anything else dripping. She was ready to drown.
Instead, she lapped up some of the sauce with her finger.
She went to put her finger between her lips, when he dropped the spoon and caught her wrist.
"I believe I would like the first taste." He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the sauce off her.
He swirled his tongue along her fingertip. If he was trying to show her exactly what he could do to another part of her body, it worked.
"Delectable." He licked his lips. "But I believe I need something more." He leaned forward and kissed her.
This kiss was different than the one on the pier. They already skipped over awkward, unsure connections and were now at tantalizing tastes. The type of kissing usually meant as a precursor to other, more satisfying, activities.
He opened his mouth giving her a sampling of the decadent dessert mixed with him.
No, dripping wasn't the word to describe her. If he were any other man, she would have already had them back in bed letting him properly attend to her needs. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
He placed his hand on her leg. "You seem a little tense."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, tightening and relaxing the muscles in her leg. "I'm just in good shape.""So I feel." He inched his hand up, his fingertips sneaking under the hem of her dress.
Excerpt 4
His mouth went dry. Her pale skin glowed against all the black.
She rolled up the shirt and put it in her handbag. "What are you waiting for?"
He cleared his throat and pushed the button.
The elevator doors closed. If she wouldn't allow him to know where they were going, he would make headway in another direction. He stepped back and slid his arm around her waist.
She settled against him.
Her position gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the top of her breasts.They wanted to overflow out the lingerie disguised as a dress. The corset contoured to her curves, accentuating what was already magnificent. He dared to snake his hand up.
"You look troubled." She moved her hair out of her face.
"You look beautiful."
"Are you sure it's not too much?" A bit of pink stained her pale cheeks.
He let his gaze travel from her face to her neck decorated with a black lace choker, and back to her cleavage. He was never going to make through tonight without having her.
"It's not too much." He took a chance and moved his hand to the edge of her breast. Even with the restrictive garment, her flesh changed, soft, welcoming, enticing.
She arched her back toward him. "So, you like what you see?"
Less than ten minutes ago this woman wouldn't kiss him. He wanted to grab her, take her hand and press it to himself and show her exactly how much he liked what he saw.
"I can think of nothing better."
"Are you ready for some surprises?" She reached up to fix his collar.
His life had turned into nothing but twists and turns ever since she asked her first interview question.
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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February 24, 2013
Owlet Promo Blitz @EmmaMichaels
Title: Owlet
Author: Emma Michaels
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.
Buy From: Kindle || Nook || PDF || Smashwords || iBookstore || Google Books
Emma Michaels is a cover artist and author of The Thirteenth Chime, Anasazi, Firstling and Owlet. As the founder of The Writers Voice blog (
http://OurBooksOurVoice.Blogspot.com
) she loves to connect authors and readers. Her love of blogging started when she created a review blog in 2009 (
www.EmmaMichaels.com
) that gave her that final push towards submitting her novel to her first publisher, Bokheim Publishing. With her novel Owlet and her full ‘Society of Feathers’ series being published through Tribute Books she feels blessed to be working with two of her favorite publishers to bring her books to life.
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Author: Emma Michaels
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
[image error] Somewhere between falling and flying… there is a girl.
Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.
Buy From: Kindle || Nook || PDF || Smashwords || iBookstore || Google Books
Emma Michaels is a cover artist and author of The Thirteenth Chime, Anasazi, Firstling and Owlet. As the founder of The Writers Voice blog (
http://OurBooksOurVoice.Blogspot.com
) she loves to connect authors and readers. Her love of blogging started when she created a review blog in 2009 (
www.EmmaMichaels.com
) that gave her that final push towards submitting her novel to her first publisher, Bokheim Publishing. With her novel Owlet and her full ‘Society of Feathers’ series being published through Tribute Books she feels blessed to be working with two of her favorite publishers to bring her books to life. Website || Twitter || Facebook || Goodreads || Amazon
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February 20, 2013
Caged Heat Cover Reveal
Title: Caged Heat (Black Meadow Pack 2)
Author: Milly Taiden
Genre: Erotic
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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After five years traveling through third world countries to teach impoverished children, Samira Suarez has returned home to Black Meadows. What Sam didn’t expect was to be instantly overwhelmed by the desire to be with the one man she’s wanted since she was a teen, Riel Karven. Riel has been patiently waiting for Sam’s return. For five long years he’s backed off and watched her come and go. This is it. His mate is back, and he’s taking a stand.Sam’s need for Ry grows to unimaginable proportions. It’s almost as if she were in heat. But she’s a human…isn’t she? There’s more at stake than Sam and Ry’s future relationship when she inherits her grandmother’s estate. One of her many relatives wants her out of the way. It’s going to take all of Ry’s determination and help from his friends to keep her alive. And it’s going to take delving into her past to find out why a human is going into mating heat.
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Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia Eden, and Dianne Duvall among others.
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Author: Milly Taiden
Genre: Erotic
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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After five years traveling through third world countries to teach impoverished children, Samira Suarez has returned home to Black Meadows. What Sam didn’t expect was to be instantly overwhelmed by the desire to be with the one man she’s wanted since she was a teen, Riel Karven. Riel has been patiently waiting for Sam’s return. For five long years he’s backed off and watched her come and go. This is it. His mate is back, and he’s taking a stand.Sam’s need for Ry grows to unimaginable proportions. It’s almost as if she were in heat. But she’s a human…isn’t she? There’s more at stake than Sam and Ry’s future relationship when she inherits her grandmother’s estate. One of her many relatives wants her out of the way. It’s going to take all of Ry’s determination and help from his friends to keep her alive. And it’s going to take delving into her past to find out why a human is going into mating heat.
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Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia Eden, and Dianne Duvall among others.
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February 19, 2013
Gravitational Pull Cover Reveal @marissacarmel
Title: Gravitational Pull (Vis Vires Trilogy #2)Author: Marissa Carmel
Release Day: April 4th, 2013Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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How do you move on when you don’t even know where you were going in the first place?
The Spirit Stalker is dead and I have finally started to erect my life. But I quickly discover, that just because the structure is built doesn’t mean the foundation is sturdy. As much as I try to manage my abilities, I can’t completely control them. The physical impossibility of the relationship I have with Justice has reached a boiling point; our fundamental problem is my inability to control myself from absorbing his power, and his fears of touching me because of it.
As if that wasn’t deal-breaker enough, a new threat looms on my horizon - Darklings.They are grim reapers of the immortal world who surface every five-hundred-years to feed off the souls of magical beings who are weak, aimless, lost; those who have given up and want to move on.
They also hunt power. Which means, they’re hunting me.
Abandoned by the one person I need the most, I find myself in Melenia’s realm. There, I’m courted by Siberian, a dangerous pixie who covets me, hunted by Death personified; all the while hiding my powers and my ancient bloodline. The pixie prince is alluring, and I feel so broken and vulnerable. I know giving in to him means giving myself over to him. But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to feel anything other than the loss and rejection Justice left me with. Anything other than pain.
So what do I do when I’m scared to be touched, even though I know it’s the only way to bring my soul back to life?
Excerpt- Justice’s POV
We land right outside the gates of Keelin Castle. Extinguishing ourselves, we descend on the palace. Walking authoritatively, we make our way down the nave-like hallway of the castle to the huge, golden double doors at the end. The throne room.“Are you sure that’s where she’ll be?” Derrin asks snidely. “She might be waiting in her chambers for you.” “Well if she is, she’ll be waiting a while.” “It could be a good way to get some of your frustrations out,” he says boorishly. “There’s more than one way to release frustration,” I threaten him.“Bring it, bitch,” he grabs his crotch, not intimidated at all. Asshole.I push open the throne room doors, and as expected, we see the pixie queen perched on her throne waiting for us. Emery surveys us as we approach. Both Derrin and I give a small nod in due respect as we reach her, but don’t be deceived, we are the supreme strata.“Your little human has caused quite a stir,” she says evenly, but I can see the danger flashing in her eyes. “She was the one who was attacked,” I quickly defend Liv.“Was she? Or did she bring it on herself?” My look becomes more intense. “What are you talking about?” “My brother has taken quite a liking to her you know,” Emery says randomly. Yes, I’ve noticed.“If your brother knows what’s best for him, he will disappear from her life,” I say through clenched teeth. Or I’ll remove him myself. Emery’s eyes become razor sharp at my comment - she’s realized something. She slips off her throne and stalks down the three slate stairs to the floor where Derrin and I are standing. Like Liv, she is tiny, with long hair blacker than night and almond eyes just like Melenia’s.“What is so special about this human?” she looks up at me, searing the question straight into my soul.“Nothing,” I snap, but Emery knows me. She sees right through my lies. “Then it will be nothing if I send the royal guard to take care of her, and rid my land of such contaminants.”“Do it, and I will burn this entire realm to the ground,” I growl.Her eyes grow a little wider, but she doesn’t back down from my glare. “You love her.” “No.” “You deny it?” “Yes.” No.“You loved me once,” she says vulnerably. “What we had was never love,” I bite, “just sex.” Ouch. That was harsh, even for me.Emery’s eyebrows crease, and I know I have hurt her deeply. It’s not a lie, I never loved her. We did have an intense physical relationship that included some emotion, but it’s incomparable to what I have with Liv.She backs away from me, shifting her eyes between me and Derrin. Derrin clears his throat. “Not to interrupt this lover’s quarrel,” that I highly enjoy watching,he tells me telepathically, “but what exactly did you mean when you said she brought it on herself?”Emery’s full attention falls upon Derrin. “Siberian didn’t give me all the details, but apparently she used her powers on him, and what she did, he described only as provocative.”I clench my jaw. Provocative?Images of Liv and Siberian reel through my head. What did she do to him? What did he do to her?The thought makes me furious. I’ve damaged us so badly; she turned to a threat more dangerous than the Darklings. And the only thing I can do about it is blame myself. “So, is she in trouble?” Derrin goes on. “Is there anything we need to be aware of?” he hints. “Besides you sending the royal guard andSiberian?”Emery contemplates Derrin’s questions for a short second. “Besides Darklings, what else should there be?” She looks over at me as I stand there still-stocked, trying not to give away the anger boiling over in my chest at the thought of Liv and Siberian. “Who is this girl, exactly?” she pries deeper now, and I know we are heading into hazardous territory. “She’s no one you have to be concerned about,” I dodge the question. “We just need to know if you’ve caught wind of any unusual uprisings?” She is simultaneously lost and absolutely intrigued as she stares at me decisively. “No, nothing.”I nod, and release an almost nonexistent sigh of relief. “Do I have your word she won’t be harmed while she’s in Devonshire?” I phrase it as a question, but she understands my query is so much more than that. It’s a threat.She nods her displeasure with a small, irritated frown. We’ve collected the information we came for, and I’ve had enough of Emery’s probing stares. Surrendering to the ever-present pull drawing me back to Liv, and preparing for the shit-storm I’m sure awaits me once I see her, I turn to leave.“What should I tell my brother?” Emery calls, taunting me. “He wants her.” I turn back and glare at her. “Tell him he couldn’t handle her, even if he got her.” Then I slam the throne room door behind me, the sound echoing throughout the castle.That pixie prick is dead.
Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.
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Release Day: April 4th, 2013Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
[image error] Touch me, and bring me to life...
How do you move on when you don’t even know where you were going in the first place?
The Spirit Stalker is dead and I have finally started to erect my life. But I quickly discover, that just because the structure is built doesn’t mean the foundation is sturdy. As much as I try to manage my abilities, I can’t completely control them. The physical impossibility of the relationship I have with Justice has reached a boiling point; our fundamental problem is my inability to control myself from absorbing his power, and his fears of touching me because of it.
As if that wasn’t deal-breaker enough, a new threat looms on my horizon - Darklings.They are grim reapers of the immortal world who surface every five-hundred-years to feed off the souls of magical beings who are weak, aimless, lost; those who have given up and want to move on.
They also hunt power. Which means, they’re hunting me.
Abandoned by the one person I need the most, I find myself in Melenia’s realm. There, I’m courted by Siberian, a dangerous pixie who covets me, hunted by Death personified; all the while hiding my powers and my ancient bloodline. The pixie prince is alluring, and I feel so broken and vulnerable. I know giving in to him means giving myself over to him. But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to feel anything other than the loss and rejection Justice left me with. Anything other than pain.
So what do I do when I’m scared to be touched, even though I know it’s the only way to bring my soul back to life?
Excerpt- Justice’s POV
We land right outside the gates of Keelin Castle. Extinguishing ourselves, we descend on the palace. Walking authoritatively, we make our way down the nave-like hallway of the castle to the huge, golden double doors at the end. The throne room.“Are you sure that’s where she’ll be?” Derrin asks snidely. “She might be waiting in her chambers for you.” “Well if she is, she’ll be waiting a while.” “It could be a good way to get some of your frustrations out,” he says boorishly. “There’s more than one way to release frustration,” I threaten him.“Bring it, bitch,” he grabs his crotch, not intimidated at all. Asshole.I push open the throne room doors, and as expected, we see the pixie queen perched on her throne waiting for us. Emery surveys us as we approach. Both Derrin and I give a small nod in due respect as we reach her, but don’t be deceived, we are the supreme strata.“Your little human has caused quite a stir,” she says evenly, but I can see the danger flashing in her eyes. “She was the one who was attacked,” I quickly defend Liv.“Was she? Or did she bring it on herself?” My look becomes more intense. “What are you talking about?” “My brother has taken quite a liking to her you know,” Emery says randomly. Yes, I’ve noticed.“If your brother knows what’s best for him, he will disappear from her life,” I say through clenched teeth. Or I’ll remove him myself. Emery’s eyes become razor sharp at my comment - she’s realized something. She slips off her throne and stalks down the three slate stairs to the floor where Derrin and I are standing. Like Liv, she is tiny, with long hair blacker than night and almond eyes just like Melenia’s.“What is so special about this human?” she looks up at me, searing the question straight into my soul.“Nothing,” I snap, but Emery knows me. She sees right through my lies. “Then it will be nothing if I send the royal guard to take care of her, and rid my land of such contaminants.”“Do it, and I will burn this entire realm to the ground,” I growl.Her eyes grow a little wider, but she doesn’t back down from my glare. “You love her.” “No.” “You deny it?” “Yes.” No.“You loved me once,” she says vulnerably. “What we had was never love,” I bite, “just sex.” Ouch. That was harsh, even for me.Emery’s eyebrows crease, and I know I have hurt her deeply. It’s not a lie, I never loved her. We did have an intense physical relationship that included some emotion, but it’s incomparable to what I have with Liv.She backs away from me, shifting her eyes between me and Derrin. Derrin clears his throat. “Not to interrupt this lover’s quarrel,” that I highly enjoy watching,he tells me telepathically, “but what exactly did you mean when you said she brought it on herself?”Emery’s full attention falls upon Derrin. “Siberian didn’t give me all the details, but apparently she used her powers on him, and what she did, he described only as provocative.”I clench my jaw. Provocative?Images of Liv and Siberian reel through my head. What did she do to him? What did he do to her?The thought makes me furious. I’ve damaged us so badly; she turned to a threat more dangerous than the Darklings. And the only thing I can do about it is blame myself. “So, is she in trouble?” Derrin goes on. “Is there anything we need to be aware of?” he hints. “Besides you sending the royal guard andSiberian?”Emery contemplates Derrin’s questions for a short second. “Besides Darklings, what else should there be?” She looks over at me as I stand there still-stocked, trying not to give away the anger boiling over in my chest at the thought of Liv and Siberian. “Who is this girl, exactly?” she pries deeper now, and I know we are heading into hazardous territory. “She’s no one you have to be concerned about,” I dodge the question. “We just need to know if you’ve caught wind of any unusual uprisings?” She is simultaneously lost and absolutely intrigued as she stares at me decisively. “No, nothing.”I nod, and release an almost nonexistent sigh of relief. “Do I have your word she won’t be harmed while she’s in Devonshire?” I phrase it as a question, but she understands my query is so much more than that. It’s a threat.She nods her displeasure with a small, irritated frown. We’ve collected the information we came for, and I’ve had enough of Emery’s probing stares. Surrendering to the ever-present pull drawing me back to Liv, and preparing for the shit-storm I’m sure awaits me once I see her, I turn to leave.“What should I tell my brother?” Emery calls, taunting me. “He wants her.” I turn back and glare at her. “Tell him he couldn’t handle her, even if he got her.” Then I slam the throne room door behind me, the sound echoing throughout the castle.That pixie prick is dead.
Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.Goodreads || Amazon || Twitter || Facebook || Website/Blog
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February 14, 2013
Wicked Valentine Promo Blitz @millytaiden
Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters Book 2)
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Blurb
Who knew being wicked could be this fun?
Maxwell Stone has wanted Sabrina for over a year. But Nina’s the ultimate professional and has no intention of getting involved. That is, until the night she gets a little tipsy and finds herself begging for his touch.
After an intense night of making Nina’s sexual fantasies come true, Max finds he doesn’t want to let her go. Nina wants Maxwell too, but she won’t put her job on the line for any man. She loves the passion they shared, but when she’s invited to the Wicked Valentine Ball, she decides it’s time to put Max out of her mind. Of course, the last thing she expects is for him to be her escort. And she doesn’t expect to find someone else trying to keep them apart. Permanently…
Excerpt
Chapter One
What in the hell was wrong with this picture? She was at a retreat, or what she liked to think of as a stupid idea someone with too much time had come up with to push her and her coworkers into learning to communicate better, get a feel for what each employee wanted to get out of the job, and figure out a way to provide better service…and some other crap she couldn’t remember at the moment.
Why in the world did she have to be there? She slapped her calf, killing off another mosquito. Darkness enveloped the group around the campfire, which made it easy for her glance over to the side and chug on the wine bottle, the one she had strategically placed next to the tree trunk she sat on. Everyone was so involved in “sharing” that they didn’t notice her getting drunk in the back, alone. And that was perfectly fine by her.
If only they would stop the incessant chatter already and send her off to bed, giving her some peace. But if she went to bed in her very lonely cabin, she wouldn’t be able to watch Max.
She glanced off to the side, as if admiring the scenery, and took another gulp of wine, the fruity flavor no longer bursting on her tongue but mixing with the lingering sweetness from her previous swig.
“Sabrina?” Eve’s sharp tone made her jerk to face the rest of the group. Normally she wouldn’t mind being called by her real name, though everyone outside of work knew her as Nina, but the way Eve said it, with so much severity, it made her want to wince.
“Hmm?”
The outdoors and nature did nothing to smooth out Eve’s harsh features. Nor did she look anywhere near friendly with the glare she directed toward Nina. Nina had to fight the urge to giggle every time Eve looked at her that way. Eve reminded her of Cruella de Vil.
“I asked if there was anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Nina’s gaze slid past Eve to lock on Max. His lips quirked, almost like he knew exactly what she’d been doing. Too bad he was so far away and there were all those people there, or she’d finally do something about the attraction that didn’t let her sleep. She was ready to finally give in to temptation and have her way with him. Screw the fact that they worked together. Or better said, she worked for him.
“No, Eve. I think what you have shared covers all the important points we’re here to discuss.” Lie. She had no clue what Eve had been saying.
Eve’s frown smoothed, and she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Sabrina.” She turned back to the others, effectively dismissing her. “As I was saying…”
Nina shut Eve’s low, droning voice out of her mind again and peeked down a passageway between the trees. There was enough light from the campsite, she could just make out her way down the path. Curiosity got a hold of her. She stood on wobbly legs and blinked. The group spun out of focus for a second.
“Sabrina?”
Nina took a few steps toward the dimly lit passage in the woods before she turned to Max’s enquiring voice. “I’m just going to the ladies room for a moment.” She pointed in the direction of the trees.
“Wait! That’s not…”
She ignored Max’s call to her and strolled off, breaking twigs and dead leaves with each step. Mosquitoes nibbled on her legs, each bite a constant reminder that she wished she was home in her bed, relaxing, or at least with someone that would help her fight the arousal shooting through her whenever she glanced at Max. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while back. Since he didn’t get the message that she was no longer interested, she had stopped going to the places she might encounter him.
With each step she took, the sound of the river beckoned her in its direction. Her foot caught, and she tripped on a branch. She squealed as the earth tilted in front of her. Rocky ground rushed up to meet her face.
A strong pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and hauled her backward. “I got you.” Max’s deep voice caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she cared.
He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk, pulling her with him.
Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any longer.
“I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
“No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of fighting this. I want you.”
“Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp inhale when she licked his neck.
“Sabrina…”
Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her. She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face, showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to what her body desired. And it desired Max.
“Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”
Author Bio:
Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Cynthia Sax, and Dianne Duvall among others.
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Blurb
Who knew being wicked could be this fun?
Maxwell Stone has wanted Sabrina for over a year. But Nina’s the ultimate professional and has no intention of getting involved. That is, until the night she gets a little tipsy and finds herself begging for his touch.
After an intense night of making Nina’s sexual fantasies come true, Max finds he doesn’t want to let her go. Nina wants Maxwell too, but she won’t put her job on the line for any man. She loves the passion they shared, but when she’s invited to the Wicked Valentine Ball, she decides it’s time to put Max out of her mind. Of course, the last thing she expects is for him to be her escort. And she doesn’t expect to find someone else trying to keep them apart. Permanently…
Excerpt
Chapter One
What in the hell was wrong with this picture? She was at a retreat, or what she liked to think of as a stupid idea someone with too much time had come up with to push her and her coworkers into learning to communicate better, get a feel for what each employee wanted to get out of the job, and figure out a way to provide better service…and some other crap she couldn’t remember at the moment.
Why in the world did she have to be there? She slapped her calf, killing off another mosquito. Darkness enveloped the group around the campfire, which made it easy for her glance over to the side and chug on the wine bottle, the one she had strategically placed next to the tree trunk she sat on. Everyone was so involved in “sharing” that they didn’t notice her getting drunk in the back, alone. And that was perfectly fine by her.
If only they would stop the incessant chatter already and send her off to bed, giving her some peace. But if she went to bed in her very lonely cabin, she wouldn’t be able to watch Max.
She glanced off to the side, as if admiring the scenery, and took another gulp of wine, the fruity flavor no longer bursting on her tongue but mixing with the lingering sweetness from her previous swig.
“Sabrina?” Eve’s sharp tone made her jerk to face the rest of the group. Normally she wouldn’t mind being called by her real name, though everyone outside of work knew her as Nina, but the way Eve said it, with so much severity, it made her want to wince.
“Hmm?”
The outdoors and nature did nothing to smooth out Eve’s harsh features. Nor did she look anywhere near friendly with the glare she directed toward Nina. Nina had to fight the urge to giggle every time Eve looked at her that way. Eve reminded her of Cruella de Vil.
“I asked if there was anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Nina’s gaze slid past Eve to lock on Max. His lips quirked, almost like he knew exactly what she’d been doing. Too bad he was so far away and there were all those people there, or she’d finally do something about the attraction that didn’t let her sleep. She was ready to finally give in to temptation and have her way with him. Screw the fact that they worked together. Or better said, she worked for him.
“No, Eve. I think what you have shared covers all the important points we’re here to discuss.” Lie. She had no clue what Eve had been saying.
Eve’s frown smoothed, and she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Sabrina.” She turned back to the others, effectively dismissing her. “As I was saying…”
Nina shut Eve’s low, droning voice out of her mind again and peeked down a passageway between the trees. There was enough light from the campsite, she could just make out her way down the path. Curiosity got a hold of her. She stood on wobbly legs and blinked. The group spun out of focus for a second.
“Sabrina?”
Nina took a few steps toward the dimly lit passage in the woods before she turned to Max’s enquiring voice. “I’m just going to the ladies room for a moment.” She pointed in the direction of the trees.
“Wait! That’s not…”
She ignored Max’s call to her and strolled off, breaking twigs and dead leaves with each step. Mosquitoes nibbled on her legs, each bite a constant reminder that she wished she was home in her bed, relaxing, or at least with someone that would help her fight the arousal shooting through her whenever she glanced at Max. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while back. Since he didn’t get the message that she was no longer interested, she had stopped going to the places she might encounter him.
With each step she took, the sound of the river beckoned her in its direction. Her foot caught, and she tripped on a branch. She squealed as the earth tilted in front of her. Rocky ground rushed up to meet her face.
A strong pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and hauled her backward. “I got you.” Max’s deep voice caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she cared.
He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk, pulling her with him.
Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any longer.
“I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
“No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of fighting this. I want you.”
“Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp inhale when she licked his neck.
“Sabrina…”
Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her. She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face, showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to what her body desired. And it desired Max.
“Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”
Author Bio:
Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Cynthia Sax, and Dianne Duvall among others.
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Other Books by April Angel: Stranded TemptationMr. Buff (Sizzling Encounters Book 1)As Milly TaidenWynter’s CaptiveSharp ChangeHalloween Heat III – Mate EventFate’s Wish
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February 7, 2013
Cover Reveal: The Forgotten Ones, Laura Howard
Title: The Forgotten Ones
Author: Laura Howard
Genre: NA Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Expected release date: May 15, 2013
Age Group: New Adult
Cover Designer: Stephanie Mooney
Book Description:
Allison O'Malley just graduated from college. Her life's plan is to get a job and take care of her schizophrenic mother. She doesn't have room for friends or even Ethan, who clearly wants more.
When Allison's long-lost father shows up, he claims he can bring her mother back from the dark place her mind has sent her. He reveals legends of a race of people long forgotten, the Tuatha de Danaan, along with the truth about why he abandoned her mother.
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February 3, 2013
Ashes & Ice Release Day Blitz @rockyiswriting
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Title: Ashes & Ice Author: Rochelle Maya Callen Release Day: February 4th, 2013Genre: Young Adult
Synopsis
She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.
Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.
Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.
LUST. LOVE. LOSS.
Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice
Available on Amazon now!
Author Bio
Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.
Excerpt #1 Jade The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierce urgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands. Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragile and innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes on her wrists and throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’s mine. Possessiveness shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a craving I don't understand. Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster. My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward the lights of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in my nostrils. Unscarred skin stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of an empty memory reverberate in my mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice. The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin. Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digging into the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes. I gasp. A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the pictures nagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart. Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, ugly creature, eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl, like a demon looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth. I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat. I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into the ground. I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within me demanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. An unrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and the hope, I think I can still taste her. The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slam into me.
Excerpt #2
Connor Tears burn. I never realized it before, but they do. Tears reach down my throat and settle in my gut until the pain cripples me. I clutch my stomach as I look into the casket. His face doesn’t even look the same. Bloated like a Mardi Gras float, discolored like a mannequin. This isn’t my father. But it is. If I have learned anything in my short life, it is this: funerals are bullshit. People dress in carefully pressed black suits. Parents give me “meaningful” nods as if that could ease the grief. It doesn’t. Then there are the kids from school, the ones dragged along by their parents. People drag their kids along as if filling the church was a necessary thing. As if the more pews filled somehow expedite the dead’s trip to heaven. I doubt it does. Maybe some of the girls went shopping to buy just the right outfit so their cleavage to respectability ratio was just right, or their ass to waist ratio was cinched properly. People sit in the pews dressed in their finest let’s-go-pay-our-respects-to-the-dead-guy-we-never-knew wear, smacking the gum in their mouths, cupping cellphones so they can LOL any comment buzzing in, and drumming their fingers because the pastor is going on too long. All they want to do is go home, sneak in a make-out session with their girlfriends, eat their dinners, and maybe catch a 7 o’clock movie. I hate these kids. The ones who stare at me, roll their eyes, and yawn. The ones who trip me at school and slam me into lockers. The ones who sit in a pew, contributing to the headcount, while I sit up here in front, holding back the tears fighting to make their appearance. I swallow them down. I won’t cry. Not here. Not with these people.
Dad’s funeral should be an empty church with mom, his three brothers, and me. It should be the five of us having a messy, sloppy, sobbing affair where we cling to each other because we are all we have left. The marble floors should be slick with our tears. It isn’t. We sit here, straight backed, completely composed as if death is just a passing expiration date and our small, insignificant world has not been split open and left gaping.
***
I’m in my room, staring at the ceiling. The funeral service was hours ago. The house feels empty and cold. I hear a stifled whimper from down the hall. Mom. Probably crying into a pillow so the house can’t hear, but it can. It seems unfair she can’t wail aloud, so loud the house’s hundred-year-old studs tremble. She doesn’t. I don’t either. We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again. The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy. I ache, desperate to forget the long battle with cancer, the blood sputtering out of his mouth with his last words—what where they? I can’t remember because the fear in his eyes overshadowed anything he said. Now the loss. I don’t want to feel this loss. Some divine entity has taken dull scissors and cut out a piece of my life and now I have jagged scars to remind me I lost too much. Too much. I want to forget, because it hurts to remember. I bury my head in the pillow, hoping to suffocate the memories, to choke out the pain.
Excerpt #3
“Have you ever been in love?” I spill my popcorn on my lap. “I, uh, what?” I say, swiping off the kernels. The question catches me off guard. “You know, in love.” “No. No, I haven’t.” I shift on the couch, needing more space between us. “What about you?” “Nah.” She flicks her hand toward me as if she is brushing away nonsense, but the hard look in her eyes says something different. “Why?” She points to the TV screen and the couple making out there. “Figured if you had been, then you could explain that to me.” The guy sweeps the girl up and carries her into bed before they… you know. “Uh, sex?” She bursts out laughing. “That too. But I was talking about what it feels like to be, you know, in love. Totally, without question. Like, does that,” she points to the screen again, “exist?” “Yeah, I think it exists.” I think of mom and dad—the way they kissed every morning, hugged a few moments longer than anyone else, laughed so hard they cried, and cuddled, shutting out the world, looking more content than these fakers on the screen. “It exists. And in real life, it’s better than that crap.” I say, suddenly uncomfortable by the moaning coming from the TV. “I thought you said you’ve never been in love?” “I haven’t. But I’ve seen it. And I haven’t ever seen anything come close to that in the movies.” She opens her mouth as if about to ask a question, but then closes it and smiles, accepting my answer. “Well, it’s good that there may be something in life to look forward to.” She drops a kernel of popcorn in her mouth. “May be?” “Well nothing is guaranteed. Who knows, I may die an old spinster.” She’s smiling, but her eyes aren’t. I think about the movie store guy’s possessive eyes, Jesse’s chair fiasco, and Dominic’s leering, my heart. “I doubt that.”
Excerpt #4
He smiles a bit wider and hands out the pin. As, I reach to pluck it from his palm, he snatches my wrist with one hand, my bicep with the other and crushes me against his chest. His grip is tight—too tight, it hurts—and the bend of him hovers over me, leaning in. I try to shake him off, but he doesn’t let go. I squirm as I feel his thumb trace circles on the inside of my wrist. The touch sends a skitter of sensation over me. Something tinges the air; a sweet, cool feeling brushes over my skin, making my knees want to buckle. He smells like mint, his breath tickles my face. I pull back, hating the sensations that please my skin and curdle my insides. Bile surges in my throat. I tear myself away from him, glaring. “What?” He says coolly as if he hadn’t just bruised my arms with his clutching fingertips.
“That. Hurt.” I say. I don’t say he smells sweet or his breath is refreshing on my skin or his touch sends chills up my spine, delicious chills. I step away. His smile is unnerving. “Don’t worry, Jade.” He winks at me. Damn that wink of his. “One day, you’ll like it.”
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Title: Ashes & Ice Author: Rochelle Maya Callen Release Day: February 4th, 2013Genre: Young Adult
Synopsis
She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.
Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.
Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.
LUST. LOVE. LOSS.
Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice
Available on Amazon now!
Author Bio
Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.Excerpt #1 Jade The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierce urgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands. Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragile and innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes on her wrists and throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’s mine. Possessiveness shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a craving I don't understand. Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster. My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward the lights of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in my nostrils. Unscarred skin stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of an empty memory reverberate in my mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice. The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin. Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digging into the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes. I gasp. A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the pictures nagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart. Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, ugly creature, eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl, like a demon looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth. I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat. I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into the ground. I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within me demanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. An unrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and the hope, I think I can still taste her. The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slam into me.
Excerpt #2
Connor Tears burn. I never realized it before, but they do. Tears reach down my throat and settle in my gut until the pain cripples me. I clutch my stomach as I look into the casket. His face doesn’t even look the same. Bloated like a Mardi Gras float, discolored like a mannequin. This isn’t my father. But it is. If I have learned anything in my short life, it is this: funerals are bullshit. People dress in carefully pressed black suits. Parents give me “meaningful” nods as if that could ease the grief. It doesn’t. Then there are the kids from school, the ones dragged along by their parents. People drag their kids along as if filling the church was a necessary thing. As if the more pews filled somehow expedite the dead’s trip to heaven. I doubt it does. Maybe some of the girls went shopping to buy just the right outfit so their cleavage to respectability ratio was just right, or their ass to waist ratio was cinched properly. People sit in the pews dressed in their finest let’s-go-pay-our-respects-to-the-dead-guy-we-never-knew wear, smacking the gum in their mouths, cupping cellphones so they can LOL any comment buzzing in, and drumming their fingers because the pastor is going on too long. All they want to do is go home, sneak in a make-out session with their girlfriends, eat their dinners, and maybe catch a 7 o’clock movie. I hate these kids. The ones who stare at me, roll their eyes, and yawn. The ones who trip me at school and slam me into lockers. The ones who sit in a pew, contributing to the headcount, while I sit up here in front, holding back the tears fighting to make their appearance. I swallow them down. I won’t cry. Not here. Not with these people.
Dad’s funeral should be an empty church with mom, his three brothers, and me. It should be the five of us having a messy, sloppy, sobbing affair where we cling to each other because we are all we have left. The marble floors should be slick with our tears. It isn’t. We sit here, straight backed, completely composed as if death is just a passing expiration date and our small, insignificant world has not been split open and left gaping.
***
I’m in my room, staring at the ceiling. The funeral service was hours ago. The house feels empty and cold. I hear a stifled whimper from down the hall. Mom. Probably crying into a pillow so the house can’t hear, but it can. It seems unfair she can’t wail aloud, so loud the house’s hundred-year-old studs tremble. She doesn’t. I don’t either. We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again. The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy. I ache, desperate to forget the long battle with cancer, the blood sputtering out of his mouth with his last words—what where they? I can’t remember because the fear in his eyes overshadowed anything he said. Now the loss. I don’t want to feel this loss. Some divine entity has taken dull scissors and cut out a piece of my life and now I have jagged scars to remind me I lost too much. Too much. I want to forget, because it hurts to remember. I bury my head in the pillow, hoping to suffocate the memories, to choke out the pain.
Excerpt #3
“Have you ever been in love?” I spill my popcorn on my lap. “I, uh, what?” I say, swiping off the kernels. The question catches me off guard. “You know, in love.” “No. No, I haven’t.” I shift on the couch, needing more space between us. “What about you?” “Nah.” She flicks her hand toward me as if she is brushing away nonsense, but the hard look in her eyes says something different. “Why?” She points to the TV screen and the couple making out there. “Figured if you had been, then you could explain that to me.” The guy sweeps the girl up and carries her into bed before they… you know. “Uh, sex?” She bursts out laughing. “That too. But I was talking about what it feels like to be, you know, in love. Totally, without question. Like, does that,” she points to the screen again, “exist?” “Yeah, I think it exists.” I think of mom and dad—the way they kissed every morning, hugged a few moments longer than anyone else, laughed so hard they cried, and cuddled, shutting out the world, looking more content than these fakers on the screen. “It exists. And in real life, it’s better than that crap.” I say, suddenly uncomfortable by the moaning coming from the TV. “I thought you said you’ve never been in love?” “I haven’t. But I’ve seen it. And I haven’t ever seen anything come close to that in the movies.” She opens her mouth as if about to ask a question, but then closes it and smiles, accepting my answer. “Well, it’s good that there may be something in life to look forward to.” She drops a kernel of popcorn in her mouth. “May be?” “Well nothing is guaranteed. Who knows, I may die an old spinster.” She’s smiling, but her eyes aren’t. I think about the movie store guy’s possessive eyes, Jesse’s chair fiasco, and Dominic’s leering, my heart. “I doubt that.”
Excerpt #4
He smiles a bit wider and hands out the pin. As, I reach to pluck it from his palm, he snatches my wrist with one hand, my bicep with the other and crushes me against his chest. His grip is tight—too tight, it hurts—and the bend of him hovers over me, leaning in. I try to shake him off, but he doesn’t let go. I squirm as I feel his thumb trace circles on the inside of my wrist. The touch sends a skitter of sensation over me. Something tinges the air; a sweet, cool feeling brushes over my skin, making my knees want to buckle. He smells like mint, his breath tickles my face. I pull back, hating the sensations that please my skin and curdle my insides. Bile surges in my throat. I tear myself away from him, glaring. “What?” He says coolly as if he hadn’t just bruised my arms with his clutching fingertips.
“That. Hurt.” I say. I don’t say he smells sweet or his breath is refreshing on my skin or his touch sends chills up my spine, delicious chills. I step away. His smile is unnerving. “Don’t worry, Jade.” He winks at me. Damn that wink of his. “One day, you’ll like it.”
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February 2, 2013
The Super Awesome A Stiff Kiss 1st Anniversary Contest
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Welcome...Welcome! Please stick around and read today's post 'cause it's a Winner! Hehe. Okay, so I thought about trying something a little different for this next contest. My goal is to try and get everyone involved more, while spreading the word about A Stiff Kiss. I know many of you might prefer the simple enter your email Rafflecopter, or leave a comment on a post...but I think, if people get involved, this will be a huge hit! As an A Stiff Kiss Anniversary Participant, your goal is to get as many points as possible so that you can win the massive prize package I'll be giving away.
But wait, I'm all about a pat on the back for participation, so I will be giving two smaller prize packages away to two random entrants, and...And...for everyone else, you'll get a little something something too. So, if this works, everyone has the potential to receive some kind of goodie!!
Grand Prize includes: 1 signed and personalized paper copy of A Stiff Kiss (with a special note to the winner)1 ASK Canvas Tote Bag1 ASK T-Shirt1 ASK Coffee Mug and set of coasters1 ASK MousepadSigned Bookmark, postcard and mini poster
2 Participation Prizes include: 1 ASK Coffee Mug willed with Hershey's Kisses1 Set of ASK Coasters1 ASK MousepadSigned Bookmark, postcard and mini poster
To see a picture of the prizes being offered, click HERE
Alright, let's get to the fun stuff. I've created a list of activities, given each of them a point value and tried to come up with simple, easy to do and like I said, most importantly, fun things for you to accomplish. You will need to copy and paste this form, and fill it out in order to enter. All forms must be sent to averyolive1@gmail.com no later than Feburary 28th!
Tweet about A Stiff Kiss. I've created a few tweets that you can copy and paste, or create your own.Tweet 1: Who knew kissing a corpse would change everything? #AStiffKiss out now! http://www.amazon.com/Stiff-Kiss-Avery-Olive/dp/193725433X/Tweet 2: Have you checked out @AveryOlive #ASiffKiss? Happy one year book anniversary! http://www.amazon.com/Stiff-Kiss-Avery-Olive/dp/193725433X/ Remember to use @AveryOlive or the hashtage #AStiffKiss so that I can track your tweets! International readers may tweet in their own language, so don't worry :)
1 Point per Tweet and no more than 2 Tweets per day! Enter how many tweets you did here...
Number of Tweets:
Post to your blog or other social media (Website, Tumblr and Facebook)
You’re goal is to share something about A Stiff Kiss. It can be posting a review, doing a simple cover and blurb spotlight, it can be asking me to do an interview (send an email to averyolive1@gmail.com if you’d like my help) You can re-use an old review, post or interview, however it must be imbedded into a NEW POST. You’re imagination should be put at use here, being extra creative is awesome!) Can be posted in your language of choice.
5 Points per Post. You can post a maximum of 3 times, at least one week apart but each post must be different. One post review, one post cover and blurb, one post something random like sharing with me your personal favourite cemetery...
Please include links to your post!
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Spread the love by sharing your A Stiff Kiss Review. Most people forget that there are dozens of places to share reviews. Posting one in a new place can help spread the word. Find a new place (like Goodreads, Barnes & Nobel, Librarything.com, YaCentral) and post your review! 5 Points for each new location you post your review! Please include links to your reviews
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Candid Camera! Take a photo of you (and others if possible) holding a copy of A Stiff Kiss, your e-reader with the cover (or opening page). If you see A Stiff Kiss in your bookstore, library, or own a copy, get as many people as you can into a picture! Don’t have a copy or ebook of A Stiff Kiss? That’s Okay! If you’ve been lucky enough to receive ASK Swag in the past, take a photo with that or print out this handy 8 ½ X 11 POSTER (colour or black and white) and use that for your picture!
10 Pointsfor each photo, plus 5 points for each additional person within the photo! Follow me on Instagram—tag me in your photo—post it on Facebook, post it to my wall, share it on twitter with @AveryOlive or #AStiffKiss or send me links.
Poster, poster, read all about! Print out this handy dandy 8 ½ X 11 POSTER (colour or black and white) and post it all around your town. Tape it up anywhere you are allowed to—libraries, school bulletin boards, telephone poles, get creative! 10 Pointsfor each poster you put up (with photo proof, see activity 5 guidelines on how to make sure your photo is seen if you are not sending me links)
Get your Library to get in on the fun! Many library websites have a “request a book form” so, fill it out and request to have them purchase a copy of A Stiff Kiss for their shelves or go directly into the library and fill out a form or talk to your librarian! 10 Pointsfor each request (take a screen shot of your screen when making the request (screen shot how to info HERE )
Stage a spooky photo! Since A Stiff Kiss’ main character is all about cemeteries, I want you to go out and stage a photo next to a tombstone. I know, it’s a little morbid, but Xylia will love it. Use your book, ereader, poster or swag and capture it along with a tombstone, creepy statue—anything you can find at your local cemetery! 15 Pointsfor each spooky photo (with photo proof)
Buy a Copy today! Don’t own A Stiff Kiss? Buy a copy (print or ebook) today for yourself, your friends, to donate to your library or giveaway as a gift. I recommend BookDepository.com. Take a screen shot of your order confirmation or a picture of your receipt. 25 Pointsfor each book (or ebook) purchased—don’t forget that photo proof.
Write an article! This is a big one, it might be nearly impossible to accomplish, but I have faith in you! Write an article about A Stiff Kiss (or me, Avery Olive) and have it printed in your school or local newspaper. The article can be a review, an interview, whatever you can come up with! 30 Pointsfor each article printed. Send me links or get photo proof!
The Wild Card!This is for you wild ones out there. Show me what you’ve got! This is activity is strictly for you to think outside the box! If you can come up with a fun, creative way to spread the word about A Stiff Kiss, show it to me!
50 Points I’ll need photo proof, links—anything you can throw me!
Just a little extra.
Can I personally use your pictures and post them on the internet? Yes or No
Can I include your name when announcing prizes or thank you’s? Yes or No
Don’t forget to include your full name and mailing address because in my eyes, everyone is a winner!
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That’s it, that’s all. I know, some are easier than others, but I think with a little planning and a little motivation, anyone out there can rack up the points! Remember, for the ones that require proof, I need links provided or to be tagged on Facebook or Instagram, it posted on my wall or use @averyolive or #AStiffKiss so that I can see all your hard work!
For full contest details, rules and regulations, please visit HERE otherwise, get to work and spread the love of A Stiff Kiss!
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Welcome...Welcome! Please stick around and read today's post 'cause it's a Winner! Hehe. Okay, so I thought about trying something a little different for this next contest. My goal is to try and get everyone involved more, while spreading the word about A Stiff Kiss. I know many of you might prefer the simple enter your email Rafflecopter, or leave a comment on a post...but I think, if people get involved, this will be a huge hit! As an A Stiff Kiss Anniversary Participant, your goal is to get as many points as possible so that you can win the massive prize package I'll be giving away.
But wait, I'm all about a pat on the back for participation, so I will be giving two smaller prize packages away to two random entrants, and...And...for everyone else, you'll get a little something something too. So, if this works, everyone has the potential to receive some kind of goodie!!
Grand Prize includes: 1 signed and personalized paper copy of A Stiff Kiss (with a special note to the winner)1 ASK Canvas Tote Bag1 ASK T-Shirt1 ASK Coffee Mug and set of coasters1 ASK MousepadSigned Bookmark, postcard and mini poster
2 Participation Prizes include: 1 ASK Coffee Mug willed with Hershey's Kisses1 Set of ASK Coasters1 ASK MousepadSigned Bookmark, postcard and mini poster
To see a picture of the prizes being offered, click HERE
Alright, let's get to the fun stuff. I've created a list of activities, given each of them a point value and tried to come up with simple, easy to do and like I said, most importantly, fun things for you to accomplish. You will need to copy and paste this form, and fill it out in order to enter. All forms must be sent to averyolive1@gmail.com no later than Feburary 28th!
Tweet about A Stiff Kiss. I've created a few tweets that you can copy and paste, or create your own.Tweet 1: Who knew kissing a corpse would change everything? #AStiffKiss out now! http://www.amazon.com/Stiff-Kiss-Avery-Olive/dp/193725433X/Tweet 2: Have you checked out @AveryOlive #ASiffKiss? Happy one year book anniversary! http://www.amazon.com/Stiff-Kiss-Avery-Olive/dp/193725433X/ Remember to use @AveryOlive or the hashtage #AStiffKiss so that I can track your tweets! International readers may tweet in their own language, so don't worry :)
1 Point per Tweet and no more than 2 Tweets per day! Enter how many tweets you did here...
Number of Tweets:
Post to your blog or other social media (Website, Tumblr and Facebook)
You’re goal is to share something about A Stiff Kiss. It can be posting a review, doing a simple cover and blurb spotlight, it can be asking me to do an interview (send an email to averyolive1@gmail.com if you’d like my help) You can re-use an old review, post or interview, however it must be imbedded into a NEW POST. You’re imagination should be put at use here, being extra creative is awesome!) Can be posted in your language of choice.
5 Points per Post. You can post a maximum of 3 times, at least one week apart but each post must be different. One post review, one post cover and blurb, one post something random like sharing with me your personal favourite cemetery...
Please include links to your post!
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Spread the love by sharing your A Stiff Kiss Review. Most people forget that there are dozens of places to share reviews. Posting one in a new place can help spread the word. Find a new place (like Goodreads, Barnes & Nobel, Librarything.com, YaCentral) and post your review! 5 Points for each new location you post your review! Please include links to your reviews
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Candid Camera! Take a photo of you (and others if possible) holding a copy of A Stiff Kiss, your e-reader with the cover (or opening page). If you see A Stiff Kiss in your bookstore, library, or own a copy, get as many people as you can into a picture! Don’t have a copy or ebook of A Stiff Kiss? That’s Okay! If you’ve been lucky enough to receive ASK Swag in the past, take a photo with that or print out this handy 8 ½ X 11 POSTER (colour or black and white) and use that for your picture!
10 Pointsfor each photo, plus 5 points for each additional person within the photo! Follow me on Instagram—tag me in your photo—post it on Facebook, post it to my wall, share it on twitter with @AveryOlive or #AStiffKiss or send me links.
Poster, poster, read all about! Print out this handy dandy 8 ½ X 11 POSTER (colour or black and white) and post it all around your town. Tape it up anywhere you are allowed to—libraries, school bulletin boards, telephone poles, get creative! 10 Pointsfor each poster you put up (with photo proof, see activity 5 guidelines on how to make sure your photo is seen if you are not sending me links)
Get your Library to get in on the fun! Many library websites have a “request a book form” so, fill it out and request to have them purchase a copy of A Stiff Kiss for their shelves or go directly into the library and fill out a form or talk to your librarian! 10 Pointsfor each request (take a screen shot of your screen when making the request (screen shot how to info HERE )
Stage a spooky photo! Since A Stiff Kiss’ main character is all about cemeteries, I want you to go out and stage a photo next to a tombstone. I know, it’s a little morbid, but Xylia will love it. Use your book, ereader, poster or swag and capture it along with a tombstone, creepy statue—anything you can find at your local cemetery! 15 Pointsfor each spooky photo (with photo proof)
Buy a Copy today! Don’t own A Stiff Kiss? Buy a copy (print or ebook) today for yourself, your friends, to donate to your library or giveaway as a gift. I recommend BookDepository.com. Take a screen shot of your order confirmation or a picture of your receipt. 25 Pointsfor each book (or ebook) purchased—don’t forget that photo proof.
Write an article! This is a big one, it might be nearly impossible to accomplish, but I have faith in you! Write an article about A Stiff Kiss (or me, Avery Olive) and have it printed in your school or local newspaper. The article can be a review, an interview, whatever you can come up with! 30 Pointsfor each article printed. Send me links or get photo proof!
The Wild Card!This is for you wild ones out there. Show me what you’ve got! This is activity is strictly for you to think outside the box! If you can come up with a fun, creative way to spread the word about A Stiff Kiss, show it to me!
50 Points I’ll need photo proof, links—anything you can throw me!
Just a little extra.
Can I personally use your pictures and post them on the internet? Yes or No
Can I include your name when announcing prizes or thank you’s? Yes or No
Don’t forget to include your full name and mailing address because in my eyes, everyone is a winner!
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Send completed form to averyolive1@gmail.com
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That’s it, that’s all. I know, some are easier than others, but I think with a little planning and a little motivation, anyone out there can rack up the points! Remember, for the ones that require proof, I need links provided or to be tagged on Facebook or Instagram, it posted on my wall or use @averyolive or #AStiffKiss so that I can see all your hard work!
For full contest details, rules and regulations, please visit HERE otherwise, get to work and spread the love of A Stiff Kiss!
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January 26, 2013
Love During Death Book Blast Tour #LDD @whitesouljamma @authorjessicah
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It's tour time! Love During Death has been out for almost a full month and we're celebrating by bringing you all some information about the book, and some special stuff on our fan pages on Facebook! Help Jessica and I spread the word (it's her debut)!
I want to take a moment to thank all of our fans, new and old, for all of your constant support and encouragement. I know I've grown significantly since I started my journey as a writer, and it's all because of all of you that have had faith in me and have constantly held me up when I didn't have any strength left. I want Jessie to feel as loved as I have. Let's show her how amazing it is to be a part of this world! THANK YOU ALL!
Tour Schedule:
Sunday, 1/27/2013READERS CONFESSIONReadaholics Anonymous Monday, 1/28/2013Book Boyfriend Reviews Tuesday, 1/29/2013UNITED BY BOOKSPimp In Reads Wednesday, 1/30/2013PURE TEXTUALITYViviana, Enchantress of Books Thursday, 1/31/2013BOOKS & KISSESCandy Coated Book Blog Friday, 2/1/2013Passionate About BooksThe Consummate Reader Saturday, 2/2/2013Cocktails and BooksMad Hatter Reads -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Be sure to check us out on Facebook!JessicaRachel
Click here to purchase Love During DeathYou may also enjoy The Seventh Layer
It's tour time! Love During Death has been out for almost a full month and we're celebrating by bringing you all some information about the book, and some special stuff on our fan pages on Facebook! Help Jessica and I spread the word (it's her debut)!
I want to take a moment to thank all of our fans, new and old, for all of your constant support and encouragement. I know I've grown significantly since I started my journey as a writer, and it's all because of all of you that have had faith in me and have constantly held me up when I didn't have any strength left. I want Jessie to feel as loved as I have. Let's show her how amazing it is to be a part of this world! THANK YOU ALL!
Tour Schedule:
Sunday, 1/27/2013READERS CONFESSIONReadaholics Anonymous Monday, 1/28/2013Book Boyfriend Reviews Tuesday, 1/29/2013UNITED BY BOOKSPimp In Reads Wednesday, 1/30/2013PURE TEXTUALITYViviana, Enchantress of Books Thursday, 1/31/2013BOOKS & KISSESCandy Coated Book Blog Friday, 2/1/2013Passionate About BooksThe Consummate Reader Saturday, 2/2/2013Cocktails and BooksMad Hatter Reads -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Be sure to check us out on Facebook!JessicaRachel
Click here to purchase Love During DeathYou may also enjoy The Seventh Layer
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