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Release Day Blitz: Love Me? (The Trust Me? Trilogy - #2) by K.E. Osborne

In the first book of The Trust Me? Trilogy, Jeni Taylor finds the love of her life, but as the second book begins, she finds herself lost without Aiden O’Connell, who’s been wrongly convicted of embezzlement charges and incarcerated. She must find the strength within to help prove he’s innocent while dealing with other issues. Aiden’s father, Alastair, still taunts her, making life between Jeni and Aiden more difficult, and an unexpected visitor enters their lives, creating havoc and turning it upside down. Jeni’s trust issues return in a major way after an incident leaves her fragile and broken. Aiden and Jeni find themselves going through more trials and tribulations than ever before in this second installment of the Trust Me? Trilogy. In the end, Jeni will be asked the ultimate question: Do you still love me?


K E Osborn was born in September 1984 and raised in Adelaide South Australia. She had a love of writing throughout High School but went down a different path to Design instead. It wasn't until she had a vivid dream about a three car pile up that the characters of her first book came to life. 

Aiden and Jeni are the amazing couple from the Trust me? Trilogy and they were born into the world through the imagination of K E Osborn in 2012.


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In celebration of the release of Love Me? book 1 in the trilogy Trust Me? is on sale for just 99c Jenifer Taylor is content with her life, dull and boring as it is. Being absent from the dating scene means she doesn’t have to deal with the major trust issues she has with men that stem from a controlling and aggressive ex-boyfriend and an absentee father. She’s happy being alone, sharing her life with her friends and family.

When Jeni starts a typical day in the big city of Mornington Vale, California, it turns from bad to worse when she’s involved in a chain collision on her way to work.

Her world changes forever that day because she meets Aiden O’Connell, the billionaire son of Alistair O’Connell, who owns Mornington Vale’s largest financial corporation. Aiden is an up-and-coming young businessman who's ready to take on the vice presidency of his father’s company. He is the good son, and it’s imperative to Alistair that Aiden succeed and follow in his footsteps. Life for Aiden involves working hard and not much else.

After the accident, however, Aiden’s world changes as well. He finds Jeni irresistible and instantly pursues her. With some coaxing, she eventually agrees to a date, and the attraction is mutual.

Jeni finds love quickly with Aiden, but trusting him is another issue. When to trust is tested in many different ways but comes to a head when Aiden is investigated for a serious crime. As her trust issues spark, she is forced to go through a journey of self-discovery.

She must decide once and for all whether she trusts the man she loves when she’s asked the ultimate question: “Do you trust me?”

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Review Tour: All the Pretty Lies by M. Leighton

We are so excited to be part of the Review Tour for M. Leighton's All the Pretty Lies !!!







All the Pretty Lies
“Live, no regrets”


Her...

Sloane Locke has led a sheltered life. However, with a history like hers, she can understand why her brothers and her father want so much to protect her. She has gone along with it for twenty long years, but those days are over. For the girl who never makes promises, Sloane has made a pact with herself that things will change on her twenty-first birthday. So when the clock strikes midnight, Sloane strikes out to spread her wings and break a few rules.

Him…

In addition to inking skin, Hemi Spencer possesses many talents. Controlling himself has never been one of them. It’s never had to be. He’s lived a life of indulgence for as long as he can remember. Right up until tragedy struck. Now, he’s nothing but controlled. He’s a man on a mission, one who will let nothing and no one stand in his way.

Them…Nothing in their lives could’ve prepared Sloane and Hemi for what they’d find in each other—distraction and obsession, love and possession. But the one thing they can’t find is a future. Neither one has been totally honest. And they’ll soon learn that the devil is in the details. In the details and in the lies.

How far will two people go to live in the now when the now is all they’ve got?ALL THE 


Fantastic characters that you want to know more of, a fabulous plot that keeps you on your toes and a male character that you now deem as your current book boy friend. Yes please and sign me up!

All the Pretty Lies left me with one hell of a book hangover. You know the kind. The kind that you can't stop thinking about long after you've finished. Or you can't stop comparing your current book to the characters in APL. It's that good!!

Awe, I loved Sloane! She yearns to be free. Free from her over protective policeman brothers and father. She has a best friend that encourages her trying new things and being 'free'. Sloane was a character that I couldn't help but like. 

Hemi... Lord have mercy Hemi. The name says it all doesn't it? I was in love from page 1. No kidding! He wasn't the typical bad boy. I didn't see him like that at all. Yes, he's a tattoo artist but so much more. He sees something in Sloane that he deems different from all others he's come across. And she is in more ways than one...

A tattoo and art may have brought these two together but there is so much more than that. A mystery lurks and keeps us on our toes throughout the story and we learn a lot more about Sloane and Hemi's past.

I could totally see the possibilities of so many different books stemming from this first stellar book in the series. So many characters to learn and love. 

My dear you've done it again. You have me invested in these characters that I can't wait to know and hear about. Bravo to you my friend!! <3

5 fabulous stars








M. Leighton is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Wild Ones and The Bad Boys romance trilogies. She is a native of Ohio, relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she lets her mind wander to romantic settings with sexy Southern guys much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office. 
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Blog Tour: Ink My Heart by Jean Haus

Title: Ink My Heart (Luminescent Juliet, #2)Author: Jean Haus
Release date: November 12, 2013
Publisher: Skyscape
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tour organized by: AToMR Tours


Even if he weren’t the lead singer of the popular college band, Luminescent Juliet, Justin Noel would have his pick of women. And he does pick. Nightly. Tattooed, blonde, and green eyed, he flashes his dimples and females swoon. 

Except for one.

Tattoo artist, Allie Landon, rarely dates, and especially not men like Justin. Though he’s hot enough to melt off permanent ink, she’s done with the bad boy type. But when the ex who broke her heart wants to reunite, desperation has Allie introducing her latest client as her boyfriend. Justin’s more than happy to play the part. He’s completely intrigued by the sexy artist and college student.

However, Allie’s life isn’t what it seems. There’s little room in it or her shattered and confused heart for Justin. But as Justin remains persistent, ignoring the growing attraction—both physical and emotionally—between them becomes more difficult than tattoo removal.

*New Adult. Recommended for mature readers due to language, drug references, and sexual situations




Allie’s POV 


“Um, if you take off your shirt, we can make sure I’m putting it exactly where you want.”

“Trying to undress me?” he asks with a grin.

I shoot him a level, emotionless glare. I’m not Mandy. I’m not into playing flirtatious games. Not sure if I’d even remember how. If I ever knew how.

His response to my look is to slowly—it’s too slow to me—un­button his shirt, then reach for the bottom of his tank and lift it off in a sensual motion. Shirt gone, his eyes connect with mine—and I’m once again telling myself his gaze is just part of his flirty nature. But it’s still very hot. And regrettably I’m not immune.

Ignoring the reawakening of my stupid hormones, I gesture to the long mirrors in the corner. “Show me again where you want the tattoo.”

He stalks over to the corner, glances over his shoulder, and runs a finger along his spine. The movement is as sexy as the last time he did it. “I’m thinking here. Or do you think lower would be better?”

His muscular chest is facing me. His defined back is in the mir­rors. Um . . . Damn. Though a flush travels over my skin, I force myself to consider his question and not devour him with my eyes, but the picture he makes is stunning. Something I’d like to re-create with harsh brush strokes in black-and-white. I clear my throat. “I think a few inches lower would spatially work better.”


Jean Haus writes young adult and romance novels. She reads a lot too. Anything with a bit of romance has the possibility of being loaded on her Kindle. She even does a bit of cooking, which is actually quite good. She also golfs in the beautiful summers of Michigan with her awesome husband and son, but she cooks way, way better than she golfs.


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Cover Reveal: Beautiful Failure by Mariah Cole

Title: Beautiful FailureAuthor: Mariah ColeGenre: New Adult RomanceExpected Release Date: December 12, 2013


If you're looking for a heartwarming story about a girl who falls deeply in love with a troubled boy who changes her life— a sob story with pretty metaphors and a million ways that'll tell you how "broken" she is, STOP. Don't read another word of this. 

I'm not that type of girl. 
My name is Emerald Anderson and I'm not going to bullshit you: I flunked out of college after my sophomore year, I've been fired from every job I've ever taken, and I've never had a fully functioning relationship in my life. 
I wish I could say that I had a cheerleader in my corner, someone who says, "No, Emerald—You're great and you are good at something!" but I don't. My grandparents are completely oblivious to my life, and my mother's dying words to me were "You're going to end up just like me one day. A beautiful nothing." 
She was right. 
As I decide to start my life over and take two jobs that will forever change me--one from the inside, and one from the outside, I keep my mother's words close to my heart so I can keep the sexy and mysterious Carter Black away. He's the first man who's ever pursued me, the first man who seems bent on finding out why I am the way I am, but he's wasting his time. I'm not broken. I don't need to be fixed. I'm perfectly fine being a beautiful failure.



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My mother was a whore. 
Her name was Leah Isabelle Anderson—“Leah Belle” for short, and she was one of New Jersey’s most sought after escorts. 
With deep green eyes that could take any man’s breath away, and skin so porcelain and smooth that it looked too perfect to touch, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Often compared to a supermodel, her raven black hair fell past her shoulders, and her naturally long eyelashes were always coifed to perfection. 
Growing up, I had no idea what she did with the men who picked her up in their shiny and expensive cars—the men who wore thousand dollar suits and patted me on the head while saying, “Your mom is really something special.” 
In a way, these strangers became the closest thing I had to a family since I never knew my father: Her regulars, Christian and William, sent me gifts every Christmas. Arnie bought me my first bike, Steve taught me how to change a tire, and her most ruthless suitor—Vincent, took me shopping for designer clothes once a month. 
Leah Belle—she never ever let me call her “mom,” wasn’t exactly a mother to me; she was more like an older friend. An older ‘I’ll-be-there-when-it’s-convenient’ friend. 
She missed every elementary school play, every middle school writing competition, and never gave a damn about my grades. At first, the involuntary loneliness bothered me, but after I created an army of invisible friends and easily accessible fantasies, I came to terms with her neglect and happily accepted any attention she was willing to give me. 
When I became a teenager, she started to hang around me more often—promising that she would do better, promising that she would make sure that “from here on out, [we’d] be best friends.” Since she’d run away from her parents after having me at sixteen, she made a point to never lecture or discipline me. But, she did teach me three very important lessons: 
1.) “Always put tons of effort into the way you look. You need to be beautiful on the outside, no matter how fucked up you are on the inside. If you ever feel sad or depressed, suck that shit up and add more mascara.” 
2.) “Don’t make friends. Make sponsors. If you can’t get anything out of someone or use them for a specific purpose, kick that person out of your life ASAP.” 
3.) “Beauty wins over brains every time. Your body will always be your most important asset. Remember that.” 
For my fourteenth birthday, she poured me my first shot and offered me a short line of coke, saying, “Welcome to life, Em!” 
I shook my head at the coke—I’d read about the effects, but I happily took the red shot glass from her hand. 
“To the best fuckin’ daughter in the world!” She lifted her glass in the air, waiting for me to do the same, and then she ordered me to toss it back. 
The initial burning sensation was painful—disgusting, but in the years to come, that bitterness tasted better and better, and I looked forward to the two of us drinking together. It was the only time that she gave me her undivided attention. 
In those moments, I would tell her about another writing competition I’d won or how I’d received more early college scholarships. When it was her turn, she would tell me about “turning tricks” like other parents told their kids about a day at the office. 
“I can’t tell you how weak Ben’s dick was today,” she’d say. “I mean, I feel like I should be charging him double for the weak ass fucks he puts me through.” 
“You don’t enjoy it with him? Ever?” I’d ask. 
“No. Never with him. But he’s a sponsor, I’m getting his money, and that’s all that matters. I just lie there, scratch his back, and say ‘Harder… Harder’ to make him think I’m into it until—” 
“Until he cums?” 
“Yep.” She’d pass me a cigarette before sighing. “With him and a few others, I usually have to take a few shots beforehand to numb my mind. With the really good ones, all I have to do is relax. Sex can be fucking incredible when it’s done right…” 
One particular Friday, after she let one of her regulars take me shopping for a Chanel bag, I unlocked the door to our home and saw droplets of blood all over the floor. 
“Leah?” I set my shopping bag down. “Did you get another nose bleed?” 
No answer. 
I headed into the kitchen, looking for her usual remedies—hot tea and Q tips, but she wasn’t there. 
“You here?” I walked around our living room and checked all the rooms upstairs. Confused, I pulled out my cell phone and called her. 
No answer again. I shrugged and opened a bottle of vodka, tossing back a few shots. I figured she’d left with one of her sponsors for a quickie and would be back by the time our favorite show started. 
I decided to take a shower before it came on and headed into the downstairs bathroom. 
The second I hit the lights, my heart fell out of my chest. I wanted to believe that what I was seeing was simply a sick joke by my imagination—a twisted fantasy I’d snap out of in seconds. 
Pale and blue, Leah’s body lay lifeless in our tub. Her left arm was dangling over the edge, and the small velvet bag where she kept her cocaine was dangling from her fingertips. 
Scattered across the floor were hundreds of prescription pills and empty orange bottles that bore the names of strangers. On the vanity, there was an empty syringe and a folded note that read “For my Em…” 
Trembling, I rushed to her side and pressed my finger against her neck, hoping for a pulse.
Nothing. 
I tilted her head back and tried to breathe life into her—pressing her chest with my hands every few seconds, but it was no use. 
She was gone. 
I sank down to the floor in tears—cursing her, hating her, for doing this to me. To us. 
I had no friends to call, no family either, so in my numb and dazed state I somehow managed to call 9-1-1. While the operator attempted to calm me down by asking me to take deep breaths, I walked over to the vanity and unfolded Leah’s last note:

Em,
I know you’re confused right now, but I want you to know that I love you. I love you so fucking much… You were the only thing that made my life worth living, and I wish I was strong enough to keep that in mind…
I’m not.
I’m tired of living a lie and I haven’t been happy in a very long time… I just can’t take it anymore…
I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life, but the biggest regret I have is the way I raised you…I’m so sorry… This is going to be hard for you to believe—especially since I’m gone, but I need you to forget all that shit I taught you. Right now.
Fuck using your looks to get what you want. Go to college and do some good shit with your life, like write or something. You’re a good writer, you’re very smart, and you need to use your brain to get ahead. Can you promise to do that for me, Em?
Then again…It’s probably too late and I’m willing to bet that you’ll end up just like me: A beautiful nothing…
It won’t be your fault though. It’ll be—
I stopped reading and flushed that note down the toilet. Her last words were clearly written out of sadness and they were only compounding my pain. 
As far as I was concerned, Leah had raised me the best she could and she was far from a “beautiful nothing” in my eyes. In fact, I cherished every single thing she’d taught me. 
Even though I was beyond hurt that she’d selfishly left me all alone, I was determined to remember her at her best and for everything she was to me: 
My mother. 
My best friend. 
My role model. 


Mariah Cole is a Starbucks addict (hazelnut shots please!), New Adult author, and an incessant daydreamer. Known for pushing the envelope, she’s an avid reader of indie books and is always looking to chat with readers and authors alike. 



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Cover Reveal: Falling by E.K. Blair

Fading by E.K. Blair is one of my top reads for the year.  For me it was one of those books that was so powerful that it will always be a favorite. 
Today we have the absolute honor of being able to bring you the cover of Falling which will tell us Ryan's story and I cannot wait to see things from his perspective.
I don't know about you, but I think this cover is absolutely stunning!


Release Date: December 9, 2013Genre:  Contemporary Romance; Coming of Age; Drama

Sometimes it takes someone else to show us what we are truly capable of becoming.

Suffering from years of violent abuse, Ryan Campbell has learned how to keep people from getting too close. But when you shut yourself off, people get hurt along the way. Never caring much about others, Ryan creates a world in which he doesn’t have to feel.

When Ryan meets Candace Parker, all of his walls slowly begin to crumble. Not sure of the truth of who she is, he feels his mind is playing tricks on him. Unable to force out the thoughts that consume him, Ryan is haunted by visions that torment him every time he looks at her. He finds himself swallowed by guilt and blame, but he’s unwilling to turn his back on the one person that could possibly save him.

You’ve heard Candace’s story in Fading, now hear Ryan’s.




Can a guilty conscience keep wounds from healing?

Fine arts major, Candace Parker, grew up with a mother who thinks image is everything, and her daughter’s perfection will never be good enough. About to graduate college and pursue her dreams of becoming a professional ballerina, Candace decides it’s time to let go and have a little fun. But fun is short-lived when a brutal attack leaves her completely shattered.

The memories that consume and torment Candace are starting to destroy her when she meets Ryan Campbell, a successful bar owner. He feels instantly connected and tries to show her that hope is worth fighting for. But is Ryan harboring his own demons? As walls slowly begin to chip away, the secrets that are held within start to become painful burdens.

At what point do secrets become lies?
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Knowing who you are and accepting who you are come at different prices. 

Jase Kinrick grew up in your typical, all-American household. But after the death of his sister, his parents shut down, forcing him to deal with everything life throws his way alone. Terrified of the person he’s discovering himself to be, Jase has his way with every willing girl to try and rid himself of what he fears he is—gay.

Escaping California and moving to Seattle to attend the University of Washington, Jase frees himself to the reality that he likes men. Never staying with any guy long enough to get to know them, he doesn’t realize that he’s still hiding from who he is until he meets Mark. Scared of having real feelings for another guy stirs up the questions and fears he’s fought hard to bury.

To strip away the barriers to the heart of what is real, and to be okay with what lies underneath, will be Jase’s moment of truth. But he’ll need Mark to lead him there.

**This is a companion novel to the USA Today Bestseller, FADING.**
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Cover Reveal: Come to me Softly by A.L. Jackson

Come to me Softly by A.L. Jackson has a cover and we get to share it with you today! Isn't it gorgeous! Read all about Book 2 in the Closer to You Series coming SUMMER 2014!!

Title: Come To Me Softly (The Closer to You Series, Book 2)Author: A.L. JacksonExpected Release Date: Summer 2014Genre: New Adult RomanceCover reveal organized by: Shh Moms Reading, Literary Mania Reviews, and Brandee’s Book Endings

From the New York Times bestselling author of Come to Me Quietly comes  a scorching new adult romance in the
Closer to You series.
A second chance at life…

A second chance at love…

Jared Holt never thought he deserved either—until he found both in the arms of Aly Moore. Aly has loved Jared for as long as she can remember, and she’s more than ready for the future they’re making together. But Jared can’t help remembering his own family. And he’ll never forgive himself for what happened to them. How can he allow himself the very happiness he once destroyed? 
To live a life worthy of Aly, Jared knows he has to stop running and finally put his past to rest. But when he decides to face his demons head on, he encounters more than he bargained for: a dangerous mix of jealousy, lies, and dishonest intentions. When those intentions threaten Aly, Jared loses all control, giving into the rage that earned him his bad boy reputation years before. And he’ll fight to protect her no matter what it costs…even if he destroys himself in the process. 


I gasped when strong. arms wrapped around me from behind. Then I melted when he buried his face in my neck. Jared spun me around and pressed me up against the cool metal of my car door. His hands were on my face, in my hair, slipping down my sides before he brought them back up to force me to look at him. “Thank you.” Desperation poured from him, his hold increasing as he stared down at the shock I felt lining my face. “Thank you for fucking believing in me, Aly. For getting me.” 
Fear lashed across his face. Or maybe it was remorse. He swallowed hard, his voice hardened with strain. “I’m scared to think of where I’d be right now without you.” 
That fear that had flashed on his face coiled in my stomach. Because I didn’t know where he’d been. Had no idea where the last three months had taken him. How far. How low. 
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. 
“You’re here with me now.” I had to believe that was all that mattered. 
He grimaced. Gripping my face, he leaned down and kissed me, hard and demanding. There was no soft affection, none of the playfulness from upstairs. This was a seal. A branding. He jerked back. A storm raged in the blue of his eyes. “Don’t think I can’t see all those questions burning in your mind, Aly. And I may not have all the answers right now, but we are going to figure this out. Do you understand me? I promise you that.” And I saw it all there, the torment that plagued Jared, this beautiful man who had lost his way, the one desperate to find his way home.

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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Pulled, When We Collide, and If Forever Comes. 
She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life. 
Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children. 
Look for Come to Me Quietly and Come to Me Softly coming soon. 


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Prizes include an A.L. Jackson Ultimate Signed Paperback Collection, signed Come to me Quietly paperbacks, treats from Sweets by Steph, and prize packs from Molly McAdams, Gail McHugh, Raine Miller, Gretchen de la O, Kim Karr, and Madeline Sheehan! 

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Synopsis 
Aleena Moore is content with her life. She has goals and dreams and an easy smile. She also has a secret she holds locked inside. 
Jared Holt believes he doesn’t deserve to love or be loved. He destroys everything he touches. Haunted by the mistake that shattered his life, he’s fled from the memory of that pain. 
Jared doesn’t know why he’s compelled to return, but finds himself drawn back to the place where it all began. The exact place where it ended. When he runs into his childhood best friend, Aleena’s older brother Christopher, he agrees to share Christopher and Aleena’s apartment while he looks for a place of his own. 
Aleena is no longer the little girl Jared remembers from his past and evokes feelings in him he never wanted to feel again. Terrified of destroying her, he fights to keep her away. But her touch is something he can’t resist—the touch that sealed his fate. 
Their pasts are intertwined and their futures uncertain. The only truths they know are the secrets they whisper in the night. 
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Release Day Blitz: For Real by Chelsea M. Cameron

Congratulations Chelsea M. Cameron - have a wonderful release day for For Real!!
While Chelsea is breathing a sigh of relief that For Real has finally left the nest, we can all celebrate with a little shopping - because For Real is on sale for just 99c!!  That's right, brand new release, just 99c so be sure to grab yourself a copy as it won't stay at that price for long.




Two people. One fake relationship. What could go wrong?

When virgin Shannon Travers gets fed up with her friends demanding that she find a boyfriend, she enlists the help of tattooed, mohawk-rocking graphic design student Jett. He’s more than happy to play along with their Fake Relationship, including the Ten Rules of Fake Dating that control-freak Shannon comes up with. Even if he likes to violate them. Repeatedly.

But what happens when Fake Dating starts to feel… not fake anymore? Will Shannon be willing to let go and embrace the first thing in her life that’s ever felt REAL?




“Wake up, princess,” a male voice I only sort-of recognize says in my ear. My eyes are slow to open and I’m staring right at a chest I don’t remember falling asleep on. I lift my chin and meet a set of gorgeous brown-gold eyes.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft as I realize I’m lying on top of him. At some point during the movie, he’d shifted under me and brought both our sets of legs up on the couch and laid back, pulling me so we’re front to front. My boobs are completely squished into his chest, which is the first thing that makes me try to shift off him.

“Um, hey,” I say as I struggle to get off him, but there’s no place to put my hands, so I end up trying to roll and he tries to help me, but I end up tipping too far off the couch, banging the back of my head on the coffee table and landing on my side on the floor with a crash.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Is he laughing?

“Ow,” I say. I’m awake now. There’s a sharp pain in my hip, and in my skull. Jett reaches down and hauls me up.

“You’re laughing at me,” I say as I feel the back of my head.

“No I’m not,” he says, while trying to contain his laughter.

“Asshole,” I say, but he’s still holding onto me.

“Where does it hurt?” he says, finally showing some concern.

“The back of my head and my hip banged on the floor. That’s gonna leave a mark.” He walks around me and tenderly moves my hair out of the way to look at my soon-to-be-bumpy head. I go all tingly again, and the pain fades just a little. This guy is better than Tylenol. And then I feel something warm right where the bump is and I swear her just kissed it.

“And your hip?” he says, his voice low.

Is it possible to die from anticipation? Because I think I just did. Jett crouches down and I swear I’m going to have a seizure if he does what I think he’s going to do.

And then he very carefully places the lightest of kisses on my hipbone and OH MY GOD I SWEAR I CAN FEEL HIS LIPS THROUGH MY JEANS AND I’M GOING TO DIE NOW.


Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.

Her New Adult Contemporary Romance titles include My Favorite Mistake, which has been bought by Harlequin along with a sequel, Deeper We Fall and Faster We Burn (April 20, 2013)

Her Young Adult books include Nocturnal, Nightmare and Neither, the first three books in The Noctalis Chronicles. The fourth and final book, Neverend will be out in 2013. Whisper, the first in The Whisper Trilogy is also available, with the second book in the series, Silence and the final book, Listen coming out in 2014.



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Blog Tour (Exclusive Excerpt): Divinity by Patricia Leever

Today we get to share with you Divinity by Patricia Leever and as an extra special treat, we have an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from the upcoming sequel - Entity! Read on and enjoy.


Title: Divinity (Divinity #1)Author: Patricia LeeverGenre: Supernatual RomancePublication Date: September 25, 2012Publisher: Omnific PublishingEvent organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.


Demons.
They’re everywhere, hiding in plain sight. Chances are, you’ve interacted with one or two of them in your lifetime without even realizing it...

Demon hunter Evelyn Brighton saves unsuspecting humans from the malevolent creatures masquerading around them every day. Working under the Lebriga Corporation’s direction, she never fails to bring her A-game with her keen skill, fiercely independent spirit, and the best weapon in her arsenal: the Divinity blade.

Evelyn’s world is turned on its ear, however, when she is ordered to train cocky new recruit Daniel Summers. They both feel an instinctive pull drawing them to one another, the ancient spells tattooed into their skin illuminating whenever the two hunters come into contact. But with evil looming over the city of Los Angeles, Evelyn and Daniel’s mutual competitiveness and sense of duty to Lebriga and all humankind forces them to hold back their desires. Will their restraint be enough to keep them focused and save southern California, or will the dark forces prevail?

Set in modern-day Los Angeles, Divinity is an action-filled, fast-paced marriage of urban fantasy and paranormal romance. Edgy, witty, and sexy, it will bind you in its spell.



Exclusive excerpt from Divinity’s upcoming sequel, Entity…
“What’s a Spectoral?” Daniel asked.

“A Spectoral demon is a nasty one, and quite wily, as Zachery pointed out,” Alex explained. “They have no physical body, therefore they must inhabit a host of sorts, preferably humans. When they enter into the physical body of a human, they bind themselves to the soul, taking over everything about that individual. Some possessions, if you will, happen at a very young age, unfortunately, but theoretically it could happen at any point in a human’s life. These demons liken themselves to Gods. They crave the power, followers to do their bidding. Some of the more notable Spectorals have caused quite a ruckus in the human world. Jim Jones, David Koresh, and, of course, Charles Manson. As you would imagine, Spectorals are notoriously cult leaders.

“Over the years, the main office has observed a presence. This entity has shown itself in several different venues, lingering just long enough for us to catch a trail before it vanishes, only to resurface in a year or so elsewhere.”

“Sounds like Anabael,” Z said, straightening in his chair. “She’s one cagey-ass bitch, and as far as I know, she’s the only one that moves like that.”

“Precisely,” Alex confirmed with a nod. “She favors the more subtle approach, heading up companies that lure in humans using one of their greatest weaknesses, money. You’ll find her behind some of the biggest consultant-driven organizations, raising them to near cult status before she moves on to a new venture. Her newest business enterprise is one you may have heard of, Beautiful Illuminations.”

That name sounded familiar. I seemed to recall a late-night junk TV session with Tess when we’d caught an infomercial starring a gaggle of girls explaining how they had all this extra money to buy clothes and crap because they’d started selling some junk. If I remembered correctly, the big draw was that you could get “Paid to Party,” which seemed to make all their little ditzy friends squeal. Yeah, that had to be it; I distinctly remember holding back the urge to barf.

“Is that the one that’s supposed to be empowering for young women?” I asked. “Something like ‘Made by women for women’ and ‘Be your own woman while you’re young’ and ‘Take what you want from life’ or some shit like that?”

“That is the very one. And I’m pleased to see you know so much about the company already, Evelyn.”

Oh piss, Alex had that look. The one with the serious face and pinchy eyebrows. Damn it, that was a bad look. A seriously bad look.



Patricia Leever is a wife, stay-at-home mom of four and owner of one dog and one really old cat. On the average school day she runs about town like a lunatic picking up and dropping off kids and trying to find a moment of quiet to write down a word or two.

She's a sci-fi geek that loves to dress up like a zombie and participate in the local zombie march down Main St. and laugh as much as possible; laughter frees the mind and heals the soul.

Live. Breathe. Write.


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Cover Reveal: Lost in France by Jani Kay

Title:  Lost In France Series:  Book 1 of the Firebird TrilogyAuthor:  Jani KayRelease Date: 28th November 2013Cover Design: © Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs


Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series.

Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.

On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...

Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one...

Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for?




Meet Alain, French winemaker, aristocrat and owner of a chateaux in Bordeaux:

He lifted the hem of my nightdress, exposing my flesh as his gaze drank me in. His pace was torturous – as if he wanted to slowly imprint every second into his memory. Panting already, a pool of liquid settled between my legs even though he wasn’t touching me, only his eyes were burning me alive.

Writhing on the bed, I wanted my Frenchman to touch me, to run his hands over me, but he kept going, exposing first my naked mound, then higher, exposing my breasts till he finally lifted it over my head. Gripping the sheets, I moaned softly – I couldn’t wait for him to make love to me. My nipples were hard and he hadn’t touched me yet.

I reached out for him, but he quickly sidestepped.

“No touching,” he growled. He grabbed both my wrists and tied them to the bedpost with the bandage he had removed from my ankle.

I watched in awe as he slowly removed his clothing from his body. I licked my lips as his glorious erection sprang free. I hadn’t had him in my mouth for the longest time.

He crawled back onto the bed and lay beside me, not touching me, his cock throbbing, letting his gaze linger on my body till I could scream for him to touch me. A slow smile spread over his face before he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, his breath controlled, still not touching my body.

“Alain. Please.”

“I’ve dreamt of this moment, of having you here again,” he said as his finger traced my body, from my throat to my navel. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin.” I couldn’t take this slow pace, I wanted him inside me.

Now.

He sensed my urgency as I moaned, wriggling to free myself from the constraints of the bandages. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert.

“So hot for me, Cherie,” he said in his familiar way, a boyish grin on his face. Only caressing me with his tongue, he slowly licked his way down my body, covering every inch of it, exploring it as if it was our first time together. I was in agony, pleasure and pain spilling over me simultaneously as the throbbing between my legs grew needier.

“This is what you make me feel, Cherie,” he said, his accent heavy so that I had to strain my ears to understand him. “You torture me when you’re away. I want you to feel the longing in your body. It is the same longing I feel for you – every time you leave me.”

“Alain…”

“Hush,” he covered my mouth with his. I tried desperately to rub myself against him, wanting him to break as I knew he finally would, filling me with every inch of him. I arched my back and raised my mound to him, offering myself up to him. He pulled away.

“Touch me, please Alain, touch me,” I pleaded. He parted my legs and blew on my mound. I writhed under the heat of his breath. It wasn’t enough.

“So ready for me,” he teased with a wicked grin, his hair falling over his eyes.

God I want him, he is driving me crazy.

I was ready to beg. “Take me. Please. Just take me.”

“You. Drive. Me. Crazy.” He echoed my thoughts. “Going with another man, sleeping in his bed…I want to go mad at the thought of him touching you – ”

So this was his game. Revenge.

His head disappeared between my legs.

Thank God. At last.

I thrust my hips forward, eager for his mouth on me.

“So fucking wet, Cherie,” he rumbled from deep within his chest.

My nipples were hard as stone, I wanted his hands on my breasts, his fingers inside me. I nearly spasmed when just the tip of his tongue touched my clit, licking it slowly, torturing me with his slow, slow pace.

I squeezed my eyes shut, this was absolute hell. Pleasure from his tongue drove me crazy, yet just as I got to the edge, just as I wanted to climax, he stopped. I never knew I could be tortured this way. I moaned, hoping to entice him into me. It worked before.

But this time it had the opposite effect on him.


Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.

Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.

Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).


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Book Blitz: Burn's World - A Love Triangle by Eve Rabi

You never forget your first love. Burn couldn't either.

When blonde-haired, blue-eyed Brody McGraw asks her out, Burn can hardly believe her luck. He’s the kind of guy she can only dream of. In record time they start dating, and she is thrilled when she can finally change her Facebook profile status to ‘In a relationship’.

However, Brody’s mother has huge political plans for her family and she makes it clear they do not include someone with Burn’s color. When Burn suffers a severe bout of self-loathing because of Dawn McGraw’s words, she is forced to make a decision that will break her heart.

Enter Trojan Catrell, a street thug and an enemy of Brody McGraw’s. He wants what Brody has and he pursues Burn. Since her heart still belongs to Brody, Burn’s not interested in Trojan and the money he throws her way. However, Trojan has no intention of taking no for an answer.

He gets what he wants, but he soon finds that there are three people in their lives, him, Burn and Brody. A messy triangle that lasts for years ensues.








“First rule of business – gotta be a win-win situation, know what I’m saying?”

“Eh, well, I don’t have a business and I don’t have much to give you. How much are you wanting?”

“I don’t want your money!” His tone is scoffing.

“Oh, okay.” I scratch my head and look at him. Maybe I should talk about me changing my story about the gun incident? “There’s nothing else I can give you that you’d …”

“I want you.” His voice is almost a whisper.

I look at him with huge eyes. “I’m seventeen!” I blurt.

He shrugs.

I frown. “I …I don’t do shit like that. Ever.”

“Ever?”

I shake my head.

“How come?” His tone tells me he doesn’t believe me.

My turn to shrug. “I’m doing it right. I’m waiting for the right guy before I give it up.”

His eyes turn to slits.

“And I want to be eighteen when it happens.”

“You serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Not even for white boy?”

“Not even for white boy.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “Don’t know if I believe you. I mean, you’re here asking me to save your boy, but you tell me that you haven’t given it up to him as yet, even though you …?”

“Love him? Yes. But I guess he doesn’t want to go to jail either.” I take a deep breath and cover my eyes with my hand. “Can we talk about something else? I’m getting really awkward here.”

He smiles.

“Back to your question – seriously, what do you want from me in return?”

“That.” Again, his voice is soft but serious.

I peer at him in disbelief. He wants my virginity? Is he fucking nuts? “I told you, I’m seventeen. You’ll go to prison and a pretty boy like you will get lots of sex there.”

He smiles.

“I’ll wait till you’re eighteen.” His voice is way too serious for my liking.

I stare at him, flabbergasted by this whole conversation. “That is the most indecent proposal I have ever heard …” I turn away from him then turn back to him. “It’s crazy. It’s absolutely crazy!”

My rant does not faze him. “That and three dinner dates with you.”

My jaw drops.

“Since I have to wait six months for my payment, it will be a ‘meanwhile’ scenario.”

“I …I …” This is so fucked up. “Why me? I mean, there are so many other girls around who are more experienced …”

“Cos you’re white boy’s girl. I want … what he has.”

“Because I’m … “I shake my head in disgust. “That is really fucked up, Dreads. It really is.”

“Maybe. But it is what it is, know what I’m saying?”

Of course I know what he’s saying. “And if I say no?”

He runs his hand slowly over his face, then locks eyes with me. “Then we have no deal.”

I stare at the ground as his words wash over me. “You’ll wait six months?”

“I’ll wait six months.”


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“keep you on the edge of your seat.”

“It was hard to turn off my Kindle and go to sleep or get anything else done as I just wanted to keep reading.”

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“It had everything drama, action, humor, love, sex.....it hit so many levels I'm considering reading another one of her series.”

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Eve Rabi lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in South Africa. She is the author of 20 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha males and her ability to make you cry and make you laugh as you fall in love.

She loves music and cannot live without it. She also enjoys dancing, (was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in line by threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.


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