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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Comes the Winter by Samantha St. Claire 💕 Spotlight & EXCLUSIVE eBook Giveaway 💕 (Western Historical Romance)



Avalanches, isolation and snow blindness were stark realities for those daring to remain in Idaho’s Sawtooth Range through the harsh winter months. For city dweller, Lena Sommer, the warnings seemed exaggerated.
In the fall of 1886, Lena leaves behind a life fraught with disappointments and loss only to arrive in Sawtooth City and find the man she’d pledged to marry has been killed. To return east is unthinkable; to stay is ill-advised, but she resolves to remain and manage the man’s lodging house despite the warnings. More than her stubborn nature influences her decision. From her first glimpse of this mountain valley, she falls captive to its wild beauty. Feeling she has at last found a hearth to call her own, she eagerly puts down roots. Sharing her love of literature with her lodgers before a warming fire, she builds a family of lonesome souls, where dreams awaken.
However, one man stands apart, disturbing her peace with ominous warnings to leave before winter comes. Evan Hartmann knows from personal loss that winter snows bring to these mountains both unimaginable beauty and death. He is also a man conflicted, because as much as he’d like for Lena to leave the mountains, his heart longs for her to stay.



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“…a surprise ending which will delight fans of romance/adventure novels who have read too many scripted endings. This is a terrific read, a great novel!” Readers Favorite Five Star Review



Bump and Grind by Jessica Martyn 💕 Book Tour & Jewelry Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)



Henry Stanton, newly arrived in the small beach town of Spoonbill Point, Florida, has a five-year plan to establish his business and achieve the security and prosperity he grew up lacking. Daisy Bishop is a sassy single mom with a dream of making her part-time job of dancing in throwback burlesque shows her full-time career. Their first meeting, at one of Daisy’s shows, is a disaster when she winds up fracturing her ankle. The encounter is captured on video by a friend of Henry’s and goes viral online. The unwelcome notoriety causes Daisy to be fired from her day job and brings Henry and her together once again. She and Henry have an undeniable attraction, but his past, her son, and her meddling, crazy ex complicate matters. First in the “Viral Videos” series.


The curtain opened wide and a woman emerged into the spotlight. He stopped breathing.
Her long skirt had a high slit up the front. Her high-collared, low-cut jacket made out of some sparkly material, deep dark as midnight, shimmered with every movement. High, white breasts swelled above the deep vee front of the jacket. A charming little hat sat atop her head with a black net veil that covered her face, hiding nothing but daring him to rip it away all the same. Beneath the hat, hair as smooth and black as a raven's wing curled back in a style that reminded him of a 40s pin-up girl.
Her slender fingers, perfectly tipped with dark red talons, clasped a tall walking stick the same shade of midnight purple of her dress. Curvy, pale legs clad in black stockings peeped from the high slit in her skirt as she strolled across the stage, making love to every man in the audience.
But especially him. Henry wasn't being conceited, but even in his slightly messed-up state, he noticed the way she looked at him. She'd caught his eye two or three times, letting her gaze linger long enough to penetrate his vodka-fogged brain, her dark, artfully made-up lips curving in a wicked smile.
"She's gorgeous." He didn't realize he'd spoken aloud until Matt laughed and pulled out his phone again.
"I told you, man."
"I should have listened.” Trombones wailed from the sound system as she tossed the walking stick to one side. His gaze never left her. Her hands made a motion at her waist, and as if by magic, her skirt slid off, thrown to the side to reveal some tight-fitting bikini-like thing beneath, made of purple satin that gleamed in the spotlight.
"Like some kind of old-time movie star," he muttered. She perched her hands on her hips, the high-collared jacket and the lacy scrap of satin at the juncture of her thighs emphasizing her hourglass figure. She shimmied her hips and he could practically hear a ba-dump sound effect.
"Take it off, babe!" a male voice screamed from behind Henry. "Show us your tits! What are we paying you for?" She didn't respond to the heckler, and her smile never wavered. She sang right over his remarks, regal and unflappable. A queen who didn't bother to acknowledge the fool at her feet. Undeterred, the drunk kept up with more comments in a similar vein, making Henry want to strangle him.
His fists clenched under the table and fury burned in his stomach. God, the guy deserved to have a few of his teeth removed with Henry’s fist.




Lost Bastard by India Kells 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Romantic Suspense)


Deva Landry is relieved to be rescued from the MC princess life. But now the angel who saved her is back to collect payment.

The cost? Deva is assigned to babysit bad-boy cage fighter Aleksei Voronov, forcing her back into the murky underworld of Chicago. Prepared for the worst, she’s shocked to uncover a kindred spirit, a wounded soul like hers. Chaos strikes and the two are thrown together on an impromptu mission to stop a city-wide massacre.

Deva’s always prepared for battle, but can she overcome the burning desire for the inked deviant who represents everything she thought she left behind?



Hello everyone! India Kells here, and so happy to share a little bit of me with you all! I’m a romantic suspense and paranormal romance writer. I love reading and writing, especially crazy stories full of action with incredible alpha males and kickass heroines. And, of course, sex! 😉 Writing is a way of exorcising so many things in my life, it’s a life saviour, allowing by brain to let off steam and explore new possibilities. A very cheap way to travel and a very safe way to turn your world upside down!

Can you tell us a little about your books?
I always fall for good love stories, but what really drew me into writing in this genre is the characters, especially the female characters. I do like strong women and how they manage to evolve and overcome challenges and ultimately find love in the process. That’s the kind of stories I write.
At first, I started with romantic suspense, a series called Women of Purgatory, where the founder Beatrice Dante, brings together all sorts of misfits for impossible missions. It’s a joy to see how resilient humans are, both men and women. I love putting my characters in impossible situations and see how they will get out of it. Another reason why I did a spin-off of that series called Dark Sparrows, which Lost Bastard comes from.
At some point, I wanted to up the ante and explore more unusual settings, and that’s why I started the Sanctuary Chronicles, paranormal romance novels. In this genre, I think the emotions are more raw and the reactions less human, and that’s what attracted me to it. However, the baseline of my stories remains the same; a strong woman, an alpha man battling to get out of an inextricable situation and falling for each other in the process.

What has been your most outstanding achievement to date with your writing?
I try to celebrate every milestone and every book I complete and publish. For me, my first book remains my greatest accomplishment. We tend to forget the amount of work involved in each story, and in my first book, not only I had a completed novel, but it’s when I realized the importance of every other aspects related to publishing. It was an eye opener. When I look back, I’m proud of what I’ve done.

How do you write? Do you plan or take it as it comes? Have a favourite place or time for writing?
I’m a complete panster! Over and over again, I’ve tried to strategize, but the characters in my head always have other plans! Sometimes, the initial idea transforms and redirects the story through those amazing voices and I find more crazy ideas.
I write whenever and wherever I can manage. Usually, on the weekends, I go to a small café near my house in the morning and write until noon. During the week, I write during my lunch break and at night in my office. I believe that I am more efficient when I sit and write, even without inspiration.

Do you write to music or prefer silence? Do you think that music can inspire a scene or feeling within your writing and your characters story?
Music is my main source of inspiration. I choose my music according to the scene, but also to the emotion I try to convey. I can listen to the same track over and over again. Hopefully, I have earphones, otherwise, people around me would go crazy!

What are writing projects are you currently working on?
The second installment of my Sanctuary Chronicles, Blind Magic, is about finished. Same for the second installment of my Dark Sparrows series, Cold Bastard. My next projects are to develop these two series!




Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Unburdened by Jessi McPherson 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)



Dillon-
She was lifeless, she was gone, I knew it. I'd lost her. My world was crashing down again and the darkness was invading me...

Josilyn-
Something awoke within. Something I buried deep after Wade. With all we've survived, can he still love the monster I'm sure I'll become?

Find out what happens in the stunning sequel to Burdened Souls.

Dillon

I couldn’t breathe as my phone powered up and her name flashed on my screen.
I’m sorry. I will always love you. I quickly dialed, but it went straight to her
voicemail. A car was waiting for me as I exited the airport. I handed my bags to
the driver and jumped in the back.
“Where to, sir?” he asked, sliding into the driver’s seat. I gave him the
address.
Panic rose as I called the security company and confirmed that Wade had been
at the house and they had already informed the police.
“Why didn’t you intercept him?” I screamed into the phone. I hung up. I
didn’t have time to listen to their excuses. They would feel my wrath later. I
called a friend on the police force, Xavier. “Xavier, it’s Dillon. Do you have any
information on Wade and Josilyn yet?” I asked, putting him on speaker.
“I am working on it, Dillon. Give me time. I’ll meet you at your house.”
Twenty minutes later, I was on my front porch pacing. Caleb had called into
work and was on the phone with basically everyone he knew trying to spread the
word.
“We’ve tracked the car,” Xavier shouted as he approached the house. “She’s
about an hour away in an abandoned warehouse district.”
“Great, let’s get moving,” I demanded.
“Dillon, I think you should wait here,” Xavier said. “We don’t know his
intentions, and you may not like what you find.”
I walked up and glared into his eyes. “I’m either going with you or on my
own, but I’m going.”
He put his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Get in, but please let us handle this.”
It was the longest hour of my life. I couldn’t imagine the things he was
probably doing to her. “Can we drive any faster?” I growled.
“We are driving as fast as we can in these conditions,” Xavier said with a
growl.
The rain was pouring, and I couldn’t help but feel sadness seeping into me.
Was someone trying to tell me she was already gone? No, I knew better. She was
a fighter. She wouldn’t go easy, which meant we had at least a little time
We finally entered a cluster of buildings, but we had to wait for the dogs to
locate the right one. I paced, waiting to hear from the other officers. On my third
lap around the cars, I could hear the barking, and we all moved. Slowly, we crept
into the building, listening for signs of life.
“You bitch,” we heard being yelled from overhead. My heart stopped in those
three seconds as we breached the door. What was I walking into? Would she be
alive? Could she be dying? I wasn’t ready to give her up yet.
My world slowed as we walked in on the scene. The rain pounded on the
windowpanes that were still intact and flowed through the ones that weren’t. The
dogs Xavier had brought had caught her scent quickly. I was sure he could hear
their barks echoing throughout the building and he knew we were closing in. My
heart raced, and my blood boiled. “I need her to be okay,” I said, looking up into
the sky. If anything happened to her, I knew I would spiral out of control. She
was my light in the darkness. Of course, I knew I deserved the darkness that my
soul held tightly to, but the light she filled me with was so sweet. Xavier held my
arm as we walked into the room. found the bastard holding her seemingly
lifeless body to his side with a knife pressed to her neck. I tried to reign in the
anger bubbling inside me. I wanted him dead and her back in my arms for even
just one more moment. He was surrounded, but the look in his eyes told me he
had no intention of going quietly.
“Mr. Courtney, we are only going to ask once,” the deputy beside me yelled.
“Release her and put your hands up.”
I knew he wouldn’t. He planned to kill her, and I wouldn’t let that happen.
“Fat chance,” Wade called, looking around to all of us. His eyes brimmed with
rage as he looked directly at me.
“You’re him, aren’t you?” he said, moving the knife to point at me.
I didn’t respond.
“How’s it feel to know she never truly loved you? I killed the love in her some
time ago.” He began sliding the knife across her belly. “She’s a dark one, this
one. I’m doing you a favor right now. You’d never be able to satisfy the beast
that lives inside her.”
A deputy to my right called for his attention, and slowly I moved to the side
and into the shadows. I could hear the officers mumble but blocked them out.
She was my only focus. I crept along, my body burning with anger and fear,
something I didn’t like feeling. Flashes of my childhood stopped me for a
moment.
“Do you think you’re so tough because you almost killed someone?” an older
boy said, walking me into a corner. “You’re nothing but a little bitch, and I plan
on showing everyone.”
I blinked, regaining control. It had been a long road, but I had learned to
control my emotions over time, at least until she came in my life. She’d turned
my world upside down, and I wasn’t about to lose her. I stalked around, minding
my footsteps so as to not draw attention to myself. I’d perfected this art. One had
to learn to be invisible or stand above the rest in jail. Thankfully, the deputies
kept him talking, and he never saw me coming. In a flash, I ran up behind him,
slid my hand under his blade, and pulled Josilyn to me. One of the deputies fired,
hitting him in the shoulder. The sounded echoed off the walls.
I pulled her to my chest and held her as I sunk to the floor. The dogs barked
and snapped at Wade lying on the floor close by, but I didn’t care. A breath I
didn’t know I had been holding released as I heard her shallow breaths. My love
was alive and fighting for her life.
“I’m here, Josilyn. Come back to me, love. I need you,” I whispered, kissing
her forehead. I held her tight. I was never going to let her go.

   


Callan by Sybil Bartel 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)



Callan

I was trained to be a hunter. Growing up in the nation’s most infamous, violent cult, my job was simple. Track. Kill. Survive.

And that’s what I did… until our leader threatened to kill his own daughter.

Refusing to watch another senseless murder, I did what I was trained to do. I took his life, claimed his land, and set every member free, including her. I only had one goal left. Find the sister I was told was dead.

But being a hunter in the woods is a far cry from tracking a woman in Miami Beach.

I didn’t find my sister.

I found someone else.



She stepped back and turned to leave.

Suddenly, I was starved for human interaction. Not just any interaction, but female interaction. Two years was probably too long to go without speaking unless absolutely necessary, but it hadn’t felt lonely, not until this unexpected female smiled at me. “What is your name?”

Denim shorts hugging her womanly curves, showing off tanned legs, she paused and looked over her shoulder. Her brown hair cascaded down her back, the soft waves reaching almost to her waist. “Are you hitting on me?”

I frowned. “Hitting on you?”

“Right, okay, um, sorry.” Her cheeks flushed beautifully. “Of course you weren’t. You’re….” Her hand fluttered in the air gracefully as her gaze dropped to my chest. She gave a small, shy laugh and met my eyes again. “I’m just going to stop talking now. Have a good day.”

“I would never hit you.” The thought was abhorrent.

She stopped. “No, I meant….” Her head cocked to the side, and she looked at me curiously. “Never mind. Are you from around here?”

“Yes.” The compound was close enough.

She kept looking at me, but not in the usual way females on the compound looked at me. Almost six and half feet, blond hair, blue eyes, I knew I was attractive to the opposite sex, but this woman was not looking at me like she merely wanted my seed.

Mesmerized by her, I gave her a name I had never said out loud. “I am Callan.” The six letters strung together on a birth certificate I had never seen sounded as foreign as my voice.

Wide and pure, her smile came naturally and without motive. “I’m Emily. Nice to meet you, Callan.”

I had never met a female outside the compound gates. “You are beautiful.” And she was. Like the saplings in spring, she was new and fresh and full of promise.

Heat instantly colored her cheeks, and she looked away.

I frowned. “Did I say something wrong?”