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March 14, 2014
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Everything Love
Hehe, I don’t need a...
Hehe, I don’t need a request. ;) I’m weird to my bones! Proud of it!
As pretty as the skirt is, I love the colour of her shoes!
As pretty as the skirt is, I love the colour of her shoes!
COVER REVEAL: L'AMORE by S.J. Molloy
Book Title:L’amore Author:SJ Molloy Genre: Contemporary Romanc/Suspense Release Date:March 14, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
This is the ultimate romantic love story. This is the most tragic love story.
A life of Love. A life with Love. His Love.
The Love ~ L’amore.
File I for intense. Lexi and Lucca’s relationship is so intense and all-consuming, they barely have time to catch their breath.
Following her passionate, whirlwind romance in Tuscany, Lexi has finally learned how to trust, finding true love and happiness with Lucca Caruso.
File E for earth-shattering. Lexi is about to experience the sexiest, earth-shattering eroticism with her insatiable Italian God, Lucca.
Lucca builds Lexi’s confidence and encourages her to lose her inhibitions with his ‘ask-get’ approach. He teaches her to ask for the desires that she lusts for, and he’s all too willing to give her his sexual gifts of the day.
They have no boundaries.
They have each other.
They live for one another.
File T for timeless. Their love transcends time. He is her always. She is his forever.
Lucca promises to love, cherish, support, and protect his dolcezza. Recent discoveries leave Lexi feeling anxious and uncertain, until Lucca indulges her in romance, adoration, and tender loving care. They plan for their future and everything appears to be getting brighter.
Until darkness prevails …
The tormentor of her dreams.
The devil in disguise.
The uprising of Michael Parks.
Michael has unfinished business, and his resurrection will rewrite Lexi and Lucca’s destiny forever. He wants revenge and will stop at nothing until he has it. Dark black was the colour of her life … and is the colour of her afterlife.
Alexis Evangeline Robertson is going straight to Hell.
After the desires of lust …
And the sweetness of love …
And the flicker of light …
Fate has brought Lucca and Lexi together. Can fate take L’amore away?
Book Title: Lussuria Author: SJ Malloy Genre: Contemporary Romance/Suspense Release Date: November 26, 2013 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
An emotional erotic heart-wrenching story of lust, love and light.
File U for upside down. Lexi Robertson’s carefully constructed life is about to be turned upside down.
Recently hired as Club di Energia’s physiotherapist, the stunning yet insecure twenty-six year old finally thinks she has a handle on her physically and mentally damaging past. The only way Lexi can cope is by compartmentalizing her feelings with a unique, internal filing system. To maintain order, Lexi has a firm set of boundaries in place, and she never lets anyone too close.
File N for not happening. Lexi has no intention of giving in to the charming Lucca Caruso when he comes into her clinic for an emergency physiotherapy session. Despite his painstakingly handsome face and Italian that renders her speechless, Lexi is able to resist.
A Tuscany vacation with her best friend is just what Lexi needs to stop worrying about life and start enjoying it. A cooking course at a villa near the Chianti hills, just outside of Florence, will take her mind off a certain set of mesmerising azure blue eyes.
File F for fate. Lexi never expected to see the Italian god again, but they’re staying at the same villa.
For someone that purposely refuses to feel, Lexi finds herself on a journey of self-discovery, helplessly folding, melting, and crumbling under the temptation of her heart’s desire.
An emotional, erotic, heart-wrenching story of lust, love, and light.
Lexi struggles to confide in Lucca, slowly learning how to love and trust. Lucca is a gentle, patient lover with a heart of gold, but his need for Lexi is insatiable. He’s the man we all want and can’t get enough of.
Through the passion of lust and the sweetness of love, Lexi spreads her wings towards the light … until her past comes back to haunt her.
A hot and sexy story of survival, acceptance, learning to trust, and believing. One woman’s destiny to find her light, and the one man who can take here there.
Welcome to the Luminara series.
SJ Molloy, first time British Author of ‘The Luminara Series’ was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. As a young child, her family moved and raised her in Lanarkshire, Scotland where she currently resides with her husband, two daughters and her energetic, hyperactive loving gun dog who is utterly spoiled.
SJ is a qualified Fitness Instructor and Health & Fitness Motivator of various fitness styles and disciplines. Music and dance aerobics have always been a pleasure and passion for her. SJ will sporadically make up dance style routines at any hour of the day when a move comes to her or piece of music moves or inspires her. Currently not teaching classes, she is focusing her time into nurturing her yearning passion for creative writing, exchanging one visualisation for another.
As a child, SJ loved to write in journals and make up short stories and has a flare for all things creative. With an overactive imagination at times, SJ adores to make notes, visualise scenes and settings to create characterisations.
While on holiday with her family one summer reading book after book, she had a flash of inspiration and has had various ideas whirling around in her mind ever since. It was not until she pulled back on teaching classes that she found the courage, time and insight into actually bringing these ideas to life.
In February 2013 she decided to bring that imagination to light by beginning her writing journey with ‘Lussuria’ the first instalment in ‘The Luminara Series’ available from late October 2013.
Being a self-confessed book junkie, she loves nothing better than to get lost in an emotional and moving book. A true romantic at heart, her guilty pleasure is reading heart-warming, passionate stories and falling in love with her favourite fictional characters.
With seven books already mapped out in ‘The Luminara Series’, SJ’s busy creative mind has already planned two more fictitious novels, both stand-alone romance books and very different in their own right.
When she is not writing or reading, spending time with family and friends or exercising and walking her dog, SJ loves all things practical and creative. Dancing, music, cooking, travelling, good food and wine and painting are her favourite past times along with laughter, lots and lots of laughter. 
March 13, 2014
DROWNING MERMAIDS! NADIA SCRIEVA
Drowning Mermaids ~ Blitz
By Nadia Scrieva
Paranormal Romance - Epic Fantasy
Date Published: January 2012
She is an elegant princess displaced from her home. He is a rough sea captain with a heart of gold…
To escape the war in her underwater kingdom, the noble daughter of a murdered king must flee to Alaska. Doing all she can to keep her younger sisters safe, Aazuria tries to assimilate and work among the Americans, with her feisty red-haired bodyguard at her side. This refuge holds pleasant surprises, for the princess meets a somber gentleman in a dark corner who promises to show her his world.
Trevain Murphy is a successful crab fisherman who has spent his life building an empire above the sea, but knows nothing of the greater empire beneath the surface. When a graceful dancer captures his attention, he becomes fascinated with her old-fashioned speech and unique mannerisms. Learning that her father has recently died, he cannot resist extending his kindness in offering to guide and protect her.
As it becomes clear that the dark-haired woman is much more than she seems, Trevain is unprepared to uncover the staggering secrets behind her innocent facade. Neither the captain nor the princess can imagine that their lives will become forcibly entwined as a common enemy threatens both of their worlds…
EXCERPT
“Why are we here, Brynne?” Trevain asked, leaning against the wall angrily.
“I wanted a snack,” she said, rummaging through the cupboards.
“I didn’t.”
“Well, you need to eat dinner,” she said, with her mouth full. “We’ve been fishing all day.”
“I’m not hungry. Look, Brynne, is there a reason you haven’t left my side this whole trip? Do you think that I’m emotionally vulnerable because Aazuria left me and I’m going to fall into your arms or something?”
“Here, just relax and let me cook something good for you.”
“I appreciate your concern for my health, but I already told you that I’m not hungry…”
“Hey! That’s funny. Why is there sound coming from this bag of rice?” Brynne placed her ear against the bag. “Weird. It sounds like a clock.”
Trevain frowned and moved over to the bag of rice to listen.
Brynne shrugged and continued gathering cooking utensils. “Reminds me of that story about the captain and the crocodile— he could always tell the crocodile was near because it had swallowed a clock, and he could hear the ticking…”
“Shut up, Brynne.” Trevain pulled a knife out of the drawer she had opened and slit the bag open, causing rice to spill out all over the floor.
“Hey, Trevain! You’re making a mess!” Brynne scolded. “Just because you don’t have to clean anything up around here since you’re the high and mighty capt…”
“Where the hell did you get this?” Trevain yelled, staring at the strange homemade bomb which was nestled in the rice.
Brynne had not turned around, and was continuing to gather ingredients. “Oh, some sweet blond lady on the docks gave it to me…”
“Dammit!” he cursed. “There’s no time.”
“No time?” Brynne asked in confusion. Trevain grabbed her hand and was pulling her into the next room. “What are you doing, Murphy?”
“Get in the bathtub, Brynne!”
“What? Why? I’m not into kinky…”
“Down, now!” Trevain grabbed Brynne and dived with her into the bathtub, covering her body with his and waiting for the sound.
The next second, all that they heard was—nothing. The sound of the explosion was so deafening that there was a moment of intense pain in their ears before they lost the ability to hear. They felt, however. They felt the intense pressure of the bomb exploding. They felt the unbearable heat of the explosion burning their skin and singeing their hair. They felt the bathtub being ripped from the ship, and pieces of debris colliding with their bodies. Trevain felt large objects colliding with his head and back painfully, and he felt his skin being punctured in several places. Finally, he was aware that they were surrounded by water.
It was several seconds before the heat subsided to the cooling water, and a moment later he was finally able to open his eyes. He could barely make out the scared expression on Brynne’s face in the darkness. There was debris everywhere; pieces of the broken ship. His broken ship. Trevain was completely disoriented. It was difficult to figure out where they needed to swim. He could tell that sections of the boat floating near the surface were burning. He looked around for the other members of his crew, trying to get his bearings.
The flames were growing stronger. The ship’s diesel was leaking from the ruptured gas tank. They could not swim to the surface, or they would be burned. Brynne’s face was lit by the flickering firelight as she panicked and tried to communicate with him, but they could not understand each other. As he frantically made hand signals indicating for Brynne to calm down and stay close to him, he was met with only mystification on her face. He appreciated the need for sign language more than ever at that moment. Brynne was freaking out, and she began swimming off in one direction. He was sure that it was not where they needed to go. He tried to reach for her, but he was feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain. He looked around, trying to figure out where to go and what to do. He could not help panicking as well.
Trevain tried to swim away from the flames, but he could not get very far. The burning diesel had leaked out over the surface of water for what must already be a square mile, and he could not swim that far without taking a breath. Without several breaths. He needed air badly, and finally realized that he was going to drown. He could not breathe underwater; he did not have the ability. He simply did not know how. What Aazuria and his mother were talking about—he wished it was all true, but it was not. Not for him.
He knew that he was about to die. His lungs painfully begged him to take a breath, but he knew that the moment he did, he would drown. Although he had almost wanted something exactly like this to happen to him when he had set sail earlier, he now realized that he had been fooling himself. As demented as he had been feeling, as self-destructive as his intentions, it had all been just a farce. He did not really want to die.
He tried as hard as he could to hold onto his last few moments of life.
A glimmer of white caught his eye, and he saw that an exquisite creature was suddenly before him. Long white hair fanned out around her face, and the purest eyes of blue sapphire stared at him. The lovely phantasm was smiling as she reached out to take his hands; he knew it must be an angel.
It was his angel. He knew her, although she looked nothing like before. She was his Aazuria, his mythical heroine. In the dancing glow of the oil blaze, she was simply too dazzling to be real and he knew that he must be on death’s very threshold. He had heard that people often hallucinated in moments such as these, seeing what they most yearned to see. As she hovered in suspension before him, her skin and hair were almost luminous in the dark water; almost phosphorescent. Perhaps she never had been real. It did not matter—she was firmly grasping his hands, and it sent a feeling of comfort and tranquility through him. He knew that she loved him.
He could see forgiveness and acceptance in her expression. None of the turmoil between them mattered any longer in this pacific moment. In her benevolent gaze, he could finally forgive himself. He smiled at her. Although his vision was fading and the world was disappearing, he could only smile. He tightly gripped her hands to thank her for coming back for him. He could not bear the thought of letting go; he did not want to be robbed of her touch. He tried to keep his eyes open for as long as possible—he tried to keep gazing into the salvation of those unfamiliar ultramarine orbs. So this was what she really looked like, in her element. He wished he could have known her true form. It was mystical.
Trevain could imagine no better way to die. No better sight to see in the final moments during which he was capable of vision. He was wholly happy and blissfully complete. A peaceful expression descended on his face, and the captain’s tired eyes closed for what he knew to be the last time.
Nadia Scrieva
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Nadia Scrieva lives in Toronto, Canada with no husband, no kids, and no pets. She does own a very attractive houseplant which she occasionally remembers to water between her all-consuming writing marathons.
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20 Life Pleasures That Are Completely Underrated. Number 9 Is Heaven.
These are all definite life pleasures. When you read them, I imagine a dog’s simple pleasures are pretty similar LOL.
My favourites are the ones to do with sleep.
Sleep is my best buddy; when I eventually toddle off to the Land of Nod!
COVER REVEAL: LOTUS BLOSSOM LANE by ANNIE ROSE WELCH
Book Title: Lotus Blossom Lane
Author: Annie Rose Welch
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 17, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Life after Yuma was blissful for Layla and Michael. After the old Red Dirt Road, their journey seemed to be moving them in the right direction, leading them to Ireland. As the road to happy ever after leads them down Lotus Blossom Lane, years of entombed history starts to reemerge. What has been exhumed will not only shock them, but change the course of their lives forever. And who is waiting for them at the end of the Lotus Blossom Lane, one of the biggest and brightest stars in the world, will bring them to the next road in the Saving Angels Series. 
“Can you believe this?” I closed my eyes, and the tiny specks felt like confetti falling delicately on my face. He turned my face toward his. “Look into my eyes, Mrs. Roberts,” he whispered. “There’s nothing on this earth more gorgeous than you, in this moment. I refuse to take my eyes away from you.” He continued to search my eyes, just as if he was seeing me for the first time. “From this moment on, you’ll never be alone. Never, for as long as we fly together, will I ever let you fall.” He rested his forehead against mine. “I love you,” I breathed onto his lips as the snow continued to fall around us, turning the earth bright white in the pitch-black darkness. 
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California). Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. She currently (still) resides in the big shake (although her southern roots are calling her home) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent). For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie’s website: www.annierosewelch.com She can also be found on Facebook & Twitter.
March 12, 2014
He’s Come Undone by Theresa Weir
Publication date: March 1st 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Excerpt:
Ellie
I thought about taking a shower, knowing I should take a shower, but I felt this weird reluctance to wash Julian off my skin. And let’s face it. I was still high from our hours together while at the same time trying not to think about never seeing him again. I didn’t want to dwell on that.
The intercom buzzed. I pushed the Talk button. “Yeah?”
"It’s me."
Me. Me, being him. Me, being Julian.
My heart began to pound, my mouth went dry, and my brain misfired. I took a few steps away, then I stopped and went back to the intercom on the wall. “Come on up.” I pushed the button that unlocked the entry.
Seconds later I heard footsteps pounding up the metal stairs, then a weird rap on the door, more like someone had kicked it rather than knocked.
I opened it to see Julian standing there with a carryout bag between his teeth, and two coffees, one in each hand.
Stepping inside, he passed one of the coffees to me, then pulled the bag from his mouth and dropped it on the counter. “Breakfast,” he explained.
This was not supposed to happen.
Well, in the original version, in the revenge girls’ version, this was exactly what was supposed to happen. But in my version…no.
"I don’t know how you like your coffee. I have a latte and straight black."
"Latte," I said in a baffled voice.
I wasn’t prepared for this. Morning after the hot sex thing. I wasn’t prepared to face him. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be prepared to face him after the stuff we’d done. Maybe Carmen was onto something when she said one-night stand sex was the best kind. Maybe that’s why I’d been so uninhibited.
What was he doing here?
I sipped the latte, but I wasn’t sure my stomach could handle anything else. I was so nervous, and I’d hardly slept—a bad combination.
"I didn’t think you’d come back," I found myself saying.
His eyes were a little bloodshot, and his hair was a mess, and he needed to shave. His lips…his lips were red, and I wondered if they were as sensitive as mine were this morning. After all the kissing…
"Why’d you think that?" he asked, putting his coffee aside, removing his jacket and tossing it on a chair.
I shook my head, my heart still pounding. I’ve always laughed at the ways people described sex and attraction. It always seemed so corny and melodramatic. And then there was the whole physical response. The body that responded without engaging the brain.
I was experiencing that now. And it was kind of funny, but not funny. I actually felt hot all over, and especially hot and even swollen between my legs. Like if a female could have an erection then I was having one.
We were both thinking about sex—that was obvious.
"I have roommates," I said.
"Are any of them here?"
"No. But they could come home any time."
"So we should go someplace private."
"Yeah. We should."
I put my hand in his and led him to the bedroom, to the rumpled sheets spilling to the floor, a space that still smelled like warm bodies. As soon as the door clicked shut, we reached for each other, now, in the bright light of day. I tugged my T-shirt over my head, and before he could help me I stripped down to nothing, kicking my yoga pants and panties aside. Still dressed, he pushed me back on the bed, his breathing uneven. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered in an awe-filled voice that made me even hotter.
Synopsis:
Penniless and behind on rent, college student and once famous child actress Ellie Barlow takes on the role of a lifetime when she’s hired by a group of young women to break the heart of the campus player who cruelly dumped them.
Transformed from slob slacker to jaw-dropping beauty, Ellie is dressed, styled, bleached and waxed, her chunky glasses exchanged for violet contacts. Along with physical prepping, she’s coached on Julian’s obsessions, which include long-distance running, Doctor Who, and J.D. Salinger.
In no time, Julian is in pursuit of his custom-made next victim, but when Ellie goes off script and begins to fall for her target, the newest broken heart in this risky game could be her own.
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20815572-he-s-come-undone?ac=1
Purchase:
-Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hes-Come-Undone-Theresa-Weir/dp/1496045823/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394128578&sr=8-1&keywords=He%27s+Come+Undone+by+Theresa+Weir
-B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hes-come-undone-theresa-weir/1118741235?ean=9781496045829
AUTHOR BIO
Theresa Weir (a.k.a. Anne Frasier) is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of twenty-four books and numerous short stories that have spanned the genres of suspense, mystery, thriller, romantic suspense, paranormal, fantasy, and memoir. During her award-winning career, she’s written for Penguin Putnam, Simon & Schuster, HarperCollins Publishers, Bantam Books/Random House, Silhouette Books, Grand Central Publishing/Hachette, and Amazon’s Thomas & Mercer. Her titles have been printed in both hardcover and paperback and translated into twenty languages.
Her first memoir, THE ORCHARD, was a 2011 Oprah Magazine Fall Pick, Number Two on the Indie Next list, a featured B+ review in Entertainment Weekly, and a Librarians’ Best Books of 2011. Her second memoir, THE MAN WHO LEFT, was a New York Times Bestseller. Going back to 1988, Weir’s debut title was the cult phenomenon AMAZON LILY, initially published by Pocket Books and later reissued by Bantam Books. Writing as Theresa Weir, she won a RITA for romantic suspense (COOL SHADE), and a year later the Daphne du Maurier for paranormal romance (BAD KARMA). In her more recent Anne Frasier career, her thriller and suspense titles hit the USA Today list (HUSH, SLEEP TIGHT, PLAY DEAD) and were featured in Mystery Guild, Literary Guild, and Book of the Month Club. HUSH was both a RITA and Daphne du Maurier finalist.
Author links:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/163327.Theresa_Weir
https://twitter.com/Anne_Frasier
http://www.theresaweir.com/
madame-loki:
nerdywithadashofawesome:
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moo...
this doesnt even need a caption… every girl knows what this is…
Acurate.
Actually today.
Yes
i will never not reblog. its too accurate
wait do girls really go in those weird half standing positions and stand on their heads type deal???
Yes.
Oh God, I swear, I’m a woman. Yet I’ve never done any of this. What the hell does it mean??! I feel like I’m missing some part of sisterhood here!! Help!!
NEW REVIEWS ON FALL INTO LOVE:
Patricia Eddy
Fall Into Love has...
NEW REVIEWS ON FALL INTO LOVE:
Patricia Eddy
Fall Into Love has all the required components for an erotic winner. There’s hot sex. There’s a man who takes care of the woman he’s stolen away from a bar. He’s a gentleman. Even with the hot sex. But Zane has a secret and it is this secret that ends the book on a bombshell for Mona.
Fall Into Love is very well written. The author has a talent for description. We spend the entire book in Mona’s head, but the running dialog she has with herself is real and honest and not over the top.
I’m really curious to see where the other parts of this story go.
Doris O’Connor
I picked the first three in this series up when they were on free promo. Not sure I would have done otherwise, because first person POV tends to put me off…
Then I started reading, and, well, I couldn’t stop reading. The author completely pulled me in, and I read the entire series back to back, staying up late to finish book four. Thank goodness for one click. I’d have gone a tad insane without knowing how this resolved!
It’s been a while since anything had me that utterly engrossed, much to hubby’s amusement.
Thoroughly recommended.
Summer Oakley
When Simone Barranquet meets Zane Matthews on a night out with her friends, little does she know that her life is about to change.
Crashing into Zane, her mundane existence is teetering on the edge. A whole new world of sexual exploration awaits her, if she’s willing to take a leap of faith in a man she doesn’t know who leads a life she can’t understand.
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