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Blitz: How (not) to Fall in Love @LBrownRoberts @entangledteen

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Title: How (not) To Fall In Love
Author: Lisa Brown Roberts
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary Romance
Publication Date:  February 3rd, 2015

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Summary
Seventeen-year-old Darcy Covington never had to worry about money or where her next shopping spree was coming from. Even her dog ate gourmet. Then one day, Darcy’s car is repossessed from the parking lot of her elite private school. As her father’s business hit the skids, Dad didn’t just skip town, he bailed on his family.

Fortunately, Darcy’s uncle owns a thrift shop where she can hide out from the world. There’s also Lucas, the wickedly hot fix-it guy she can’t stop crushing on, even if she’s not sure they’ll ever get out of the friend zone.

But it’s here among the colorful characters of her uncle’s world that Darcy begins to see something more in herself…if she has the courage to follow it.

Excerpt
“Truth, Darcy,” Lucas said. “How’s everything going? For real.”
I stumbled and he put out a hand to steady me, which didn’t help since the sudden warmth of his touch made me even more klutzy.
“I’m okay,” I said, once I’d figured how to walk again.
“You’re lying,” he said conversationally, like he’d asked me about the weather. He tossed his long dark hair out of his eyes and I swallowed, trying to maintain my composure. “You’re worried about something. More than usual, I mean.”
My lips parted in surprise. “How can you tell?”
He shrugged. “I just can.” I gazed down at Toby, whose tail wagged at warp speed. “It might help to talk about it,” Lucas said, his voice soft.
I glanced at him, startled at the intensity I saw in his eyes. I turned away, pretending to be interested in the jumble of model airplane kits in the window of the run-down hobby store.
His hand brushed mine, lacing our fingers briefly, but before I could catch my breath, he released my hand and took hold of Toby’s leash. He cleared his throat. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
Friends. Right. Of course. I let go of the leash, letting Lucas take over. “Yeah,” I said, my voice a little wobbly. We walked in silence and I wondered if I’d hallucinated the whole almost-held-my-hand thing.
“If you don’t tell me what’s up, I’ll just ask Charlie.”
I took a deep breath. Inhale calm. Exhale obsessive need to analyze potential hand-holding event.

About the Author
LisaRobertsLisa Brown Roberts still hasn’t recovered from the teenage trauma of nearly tweezing off both eyebrows and having to pencil them in for an entire school year. This and other angst-filled memories inspire her to write YA books about navigating life’s painful and funny dramas, and falling in love along the way.

Her almost forever home is Colorado, though she occasionally pines for the days when she lived within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean. Her house is full of books, boys, several four-legged prima donnas, and lots of laughter.

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Release: Desolate @KerDukeyauthor @CLPromotionsKY

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Title: Desolate
Series: Empathy, Book 2
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: Dark Erotica
Publication Date: February 2, 2015

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Summary
I was a son,
A friend,
A brother,
A psychopath.
Eighteen years of being in a psyche ward; I was released into the world. Things have changed, Blake is married to Melody and is a father to my new fixation, Cereus. My beautiful niece who knows nothing of my existence. When consequences of past sins begin playing tricks on me, old cravings demand to be satisfied.
There is no cure for my kind of sickness.
I am void of everything but obsession.
I can’t love,
I can’t feel,
I am Desolate.

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KerDKer Dukey: I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script. I would watch films and think of ways they could of improved the story if they took another direction so I thought it best that I tell my own.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
You can find me on Facebook where I love interacting with my readers.

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Release: Perfect Submission @roxy_sloane

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Title: Perfect Submission
Series: Submission, Book 4
Author: Roxy Sloane
Genre: Erotica Romance, BDSM
Publication Date: February 2nd 2015

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Summary
I’ve spent my life running from the past, but now there’s no escape.
He says he can save me — if I’ll only trust him.

I want to believe him, but how can I be sure?
My choice is ruin or surrender.

Now, I have to decide.

*The explosive final part of the sensual, suspenseful new serial*

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Roxy Sloane is a romance junkie with a dirty mind. She lives in Los Angeles with her hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy,complex stories about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.

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Book Blitz: Into a Million Pieces @AngelaVCook

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Title: Into a Million Pieces
Author: Angela V. Cook
Genre: Young Adult
Publication Date: January 2015

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Summary
Allison McKready is a succubus. So is her twin sister. But while Allison spends her summer break hiding in the library behind her Goth makeup, Jade fools around as often as she can. Allison can’t believe Jade would ignore their mother’s fatal example so recklessly, but concealing a cursed bloodline and its dangerous effects is far from Allison’s only problem. Mean girl Julie’s snob mob is determined to ruin her summer, and Aunt Sarah’s Bible thumping is getting louder. Only her new friend, Ren Fisher, offers safe haven from the chaos of her life.

When one of Jade’s risky dates leads to humiliation and sudden tragedy, Allison reels, and Ren catches her. But as her feelings for him grow, so does her fear that she’ll hurt him—or worse—in an unguarded moment. The choice is coming—love him or save him—but Allison might not live to make it. One way or another, the curse will have its due.

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A.CookAuthorAngela V. Cook lives a very unexciting, but never boring, life with her husband and two children just outside of Detroit. Like most writers, she’s been
making up stories for as long as she can remember and can’t imagine a life that doesn’t involve creating worlds.
Angela loves to write novels for teens because it’s the best outlet for her sarcastic personality, immature sense of humor, and love of romantic firsts.
Her idea of the perfect day involves a quiet house, a good book, and a piece of cheesecake. Or two.

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Release Blitz: In For the Kill @shannonmckenna4

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Title
: In For the Kill
Author: Shannon McKenna
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: January 27th, 2015

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Summary
Years ago, the McClouds and their friends rescued little Sveti Ardova from ruthless organ traffickers. Now she’s all grown up, and getting into some scorching trouble of her own . . .

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The risks ex-cop Sam Petrie has taken have turned his life into a train wreck. So he has nothing to lose by doubling down as the elusive Svetlana Ardova’s unwanted bodyguard on her ill-advised trip to Italy. Her crusade against modern slavery has blazoned a bullseye on her chest, but when one of the death threats against her almost hits the mark, Sam’s protective instincts go into overdrive. Every lethal obstacle and trap they encounter ups the stakes—and the undeniable heat between them.

Now they’re spiraling in on a deadly and explosive secret—one that could either redeem them or destroy them … and the closer they get, the shorter the fuse …

Excerpt
All yours. Sam’s fantasy head rush was swiftly quenched when Sveti lunged for the door. He blocked her way. “No way.”

Her golden eyes widened, shocked. “You don’t think you’re keeping me in here, do you? You’re not serious!”

“You heard Tam,” Sam replied. “You leave this room, and she comes after my balls with the bolt-cutters.”

Sveti’s chest heaved, which highlighted her excellent nipple hard-on. “What Tam might do to you is nothing compared to what I will do to you if you try to stop me from walking out that door.”

Sam reached, and flicked the knob lock. “I’ll take my chances.”

She crossed her arms over the nipple jut. “Wrong answer.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do to me? You got a pair of bolt-cutters under your skirt, too?”

She snorted. “Most guys seem to think so.”

He admired the hot flush staining her cheekbones. “I don’t.”

“Good for you. Congratulations. You’re very brave. Now get out of my way. I can’t stand being confined. Not after what happened to me.”

He waved that away. “Don’t play the captive-waif-in-the-dungeon pity card with me. It’s old and tired. Move on.”

Her jaw sagged, in utter shock. “You asshole!”

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed. “I have nothing to lose. You already think I’m a dickhead. Why not say whatever I damn well please?”

Curling wisps of hair swayed around her chin as she shook her head. “I have bigger problems than your unrequited crush, Petrie!”

“Burrrrrnnn,” he murmured. “Tell me about those big problems, since we’re shut in here together. You can start with the death threats.”

Her eyes slid away. “I do not want to discuss that.”

“Too bad. I say we do.”

A tense silence followed that statement. She flicked him a wary glance from under those long lashes. “You can’t bully me,” she said.

“You think not?” he said. “Let’s see about that. Spit it out. Who, what, where and when. Was it that sweatshop bust, six months ago? Those piece of shit snakeheads Helen Wong and Him Goh?”

Her eyes went wide and startled. “How do you know about them?”

“I watch the news, Sveti,” he said patiently. “I’m a cop. I have friends. I hear things. Plus, you live-streamed, blogged and tweeted the whole thing to a hundred and twenty thousand followers.”

“And you are one of them, now? Spying on me?”

He plowed right on past that one, there being no point. “Sneaking into that place with a live video camera on you was suicidal. You should have just passed the tip onto the police, and let them deal with it.”

Her chin tilted up. “There were thirty-four trafficked Chinese nationals locked in there, slaving eighteen hours a day! I saw my chance, and took it! People have to see for themselves. It’s the only thing that makes it real for them! That’s what pulls in the donations!”

“You can’t help anyone if you’re dead,” he pointed out. “But never mind that now. Just tell me about the death threats.”

“It was just a letter,” she said, defensive. “Hand delivered. It said they were going to kill me. That’s all. Nothing came of it.”

“When?”

She shook it off. “Months ago, now.”

“So why aren’t you guarded twenty-four seven?” he snarled.

“I was! For months! Finally I put my foot down, because it was absurd, Sam. I can’t live my life like that. Don’t worry! It’s covered!”

Covered, his ass. But he knew a dead-end conversation when he heard one. He had lots of practice. Those were a Petrie family hobby.

“Fine,” he said. “On to the next item that’s not my business.”

Her eyes dilated. He wished he had the super-senses they said Miles had now. His heart pounded too hard to hear hers, certainly at that distance. He started to close that distance, and she skittered back a pace. It took all his willpower to stay motionless, leaving none to hold back the incredibly ill-advised question. “If you don’t want to talk about death threats, then tell me about your love life.”

Her mouth tightened. “I would rather not.”

“Tell me about loverboy. How long have you been seeing him?”

“You mean Josh? I’ve known him ever since Nick rescued me from Zhoglo. He’s a good friend.”

“Define ‘friend,” he said. “Does it mean, free to fondle your ass?”

The chin tilted up a notch. “You’re being invasive.”

“Yeah? Would you feel invaded to learn that he’s hitting on two girls on the catering staff, in between groping slow-dances with you?”

Her gaze dropped, but she did not look as startled or upset about that revelation as she ought to. “You have no right to judge.”

“Wrong,” he informed her. “That ten minutes in Ranieri’s home office two years ago. No matter how long ago, no matter how you’ve ignored me since then, that ten minutes gives me the right to give a shit. Tell me about Cattrell. Are you fucking him?”

“No!” The denial popped out, vehement and breathless.

“Planning to?” he persisted. If this was going to be the definitive crotch-kick of reality, then bring it on.

Sveti’s gaze dropped. He waited.

“You’re not involved with him at all,” he said.

“I told you,” she said. “We’re good friends.”

“And it doesn’t bug you that he was fondling the wait staff.”

“No, not anymore,” she said softly. “I’ve known for a long time that he doesn’t have feelings for me that I’d, um. Hoped.”

Hoped? Sveti had hoped, and the guy hadn’t delivered the goods? God. Cattrall must be brain damaged, not to hit on that.

“He was touching you as if you were lovers,” he said. “But you’re not a ass-grab kind of girl. You asked him to do that for my benefit. He was a safe date, in case I came to smoke you out. Your human shield.”

Her color rose. “Wow, Petrie. You may be surprised to learn this, but you are not, in fact, the center of all my thoughts.”

“Tell me if I’m right,” he persisted, though he was already sure.

“Get out of my way!” She tried to push past him, toward the door.

He grabbed her. He knew he shouldn’t, but the part of him that knew had no say. The rest of him clamped onto her, nerves janging at the sweet shock of contact. Her heat and scent overwhelmed his senses, laced up into that tight cage of crimson satin. Straining away from him. Provoking a dangerous, animal urge to drag her close. Pin her down.

“Let me go, Petrie,” she said. “Or I start to scream.”

“You treat me like I’m a criminal lowlife, out to rape and pillage,” he said. “I’m one of the good guys, Sveti.”

“Hah,” she muttered. “There are no good guys.”

“We’re all bad, then? You lump me in with Arbatov? Zhoglo?”

The mention of the two mafiya Vors energized her struggle. He clamped her tighter against his body. Her heartbeat was so frantic and birdlike. She felt so fragile. But she wasn’t.

“I can’t believe we’re talking about my love life, when that monster is in the ballroom with my friends and their kids eating tempura dipped zucchini flowers! He’s committed horrible crimes against innocents!”

“You’re not the only one who tries to protect the innocent.”

She sniffed. “Yes, of course. The police are so very noble.”

He waited for a moment. “Not fair,” he said quietly. “We try.”

She looked down, abashed. “That is true, and I apologize,” she said. “This is silly, Sam. I promise, I won’t be rude to the criminals. I won’t get myself or anyone else killed. Let go. Please. I’ll be good.”

Now she was trying sweet reason. Who cared. She may have gotten a handle on her self control, but he most definitely had not.

His grip did not slacken as he put words to the thought forming in his head. “You know what your problem is, Sveti?”

She tilted a winged dark brow. “I imagine you’re going to tell me?”

“Your love life, the thing with Josh. Me. It’s the same issue. You think sex is frivolous. The real deal is the big bad story of your life. Ogres trying to cut your heart out and sell it. The last minute rescue from a grisly death. The hell you went through gives your life purpose. It defines you. The rest is fluff. It doesn’t deserve your full attention.”

“And you think you deserve my full attention, Sam?”

“Yeah,” he said baldly. “My full, undivided attention, all over every inch of your body, for a prolonged period of uninterrupted time.”

She shrank away. “I don’t have time for games.”

“Yeah. Getting buried in a concrete bridge piling, that’s Svetlana Ardova’s idea of a good time. You must be lot of fun at parties, babe.”

“Fuck you, Petrie!”

Ooh, hostile. “You have to let the past go,” he told her.

“Do I?” She shook with a bitter jolt of laughter. “Really! Wow, Sam, thanks for the insight! Like it’s that easy! You have no idea.”

“You’ve still got to let go,” he repeated stubbornly. “The evil Vor, the dungeon, the whole fucking horrible mess. You survived. It’s over. The end. Stop dragging that ten ton weight around.”

“You don’t know shit about it! You can’t say that to me!”

“Of course nobody can say that to you. That’s why your love life is so hot and happening. All those unsayable things start to choke a guy after about ten minutes.”

“Let go of me, goddamnit!” She flailed furiously.

“But I can say the unsayable. You already think I’m scum. I don’t have to pretend to be anything but a dickhead. Ahhh. Freedom.”

“I never said you were a dickhead,” she whispered.

Happy news, but he wasn’t getting cocky about it just yet.

“Where do you get courage to say unsayable things?” she asked. “All the men I meet are afraid of me. So what makes you so brave?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just dumb that way, I guess.”

There was a floor length mirror. He tugged her across the floor until they were reflected in it, right down to the pointy toes peeping out of the hem of her skirt. She made a distressed sound, and fought her arm free to fumble for a tissue, with which she tried to wipe mascara.

“I scare you to death,” he said.

She somehow managed to look haughty while mopping up her nose with a tissue. “No, you do not. But you are very intense.”

“Just with you. Usually, I’m Mr. Mellow.”

“Oh, please. Mellow men do not become homicide detectives, Petrie. They become botanists, bicycle repairmen, mathmeticians, mindfulness bloggers. Organic gardeners. Zen monks.”

“Call me Sam.” He bent to smell her hair, and she arched away, a tremor rippling through her body. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

Laughter vibrated through her. She mouthed the word. Bullshit.

His hand slid, over her warm curves, shadowy dips and hollows. He wanted to eat up her delicate scent. Devour it in one breath. Miles could break down those pheremones into their chemical components and list their molecular formulas. But for Sam, it wasn’t chemistry.

It was magic. Crazy, balls-deep enthrallment.

“You just won’t give me a break,” he murmured, against her throat. “And I know why. You want to know my theory about you?”

She flinched away as he cupped her jaw, letting her delicate wispy ringlets tickle his wrist. Insubstantial as a puff of breath.

“No, Petrie,” she said. “To be honest, not really.”

“I’m telling you anyway.” He nuzzled the whorl of hair below her ear and dragged his lips over the edge of that crimson birthmark. “That day in Bruno’s studio. It was too good for you.”

A burst of laughter shook her. “Really?”

“It made you forget,” he insisted. “For a little while, it was just you and me in the room. No evil Vor, no organ pirates. No past. No future.”

“Marco was there. In his crib,” she corrected, primly.

“Whatever. You’re so wound up in this scary story of almost getting your heart ripped out. It defines you. It freaks you out, to be cut loose from that. It makes you feel lost. Scared.”

“Petrie, do everyone a favor, and don’t take up psychology.”

“You lost yourself,” he persisted. “I could help you find it again.”

The frown line between her brows deepened. “You’re so arrogant.”

“That day when I touched you. You came so hard. I dream about it at night. Wake up shaking. Drenched in sweat. So fucking hard.”

She shook her head. “Please,” she whispered.

He rubbed his cheek against that loose, gleaming topknock. “It scared you, baby. You thought you were going to die. But you won’t. I’ll take care of you. You won’t fall to pieces. Or if you do, it’ll only be for a few seconds, and I’ll hold you all together. I’ll hold you so tight. I’ll keep you so safe.” He tasted her, trailing his lips down to her collarbone.

“Sam,” she breathed out. “Please.”

“I’ll make it so good. I’ll get you off like that, over and over. I won’t be rough. I won’t scare you, and I won’t hurt you. Just . . . trust me.”

She looked up to meet his eyes. He went very still. The raw pain blazing out of them jolted him right out of his seduction schtick.

“I don’t know how to trust like that,” she said. “I just . . . can’t. I’m really not playing hard-to-get. You tempt me, yes. But I hold back because I just don’t have what you want. It’s not there, Sam.”

“What makes you think so?” he asked gently.

She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut. “That mechanism, it doesn’t work, in me. I don’t mean to be a tease, or cruel, or or disdainful. I never wanted to be a frigid bitch. It’s sad and it’s awful, but it’s the truth. It’s my reality, and I’m sorry if I . . . I’m just so sorry.”

He processed that. “So we’ll work on it,” he offered. “I felt a lot of potential, back there in Bruno’s office. We’ll fix it. No biggie.”

“No biggie, he says.” Her voice was strangled. “Don’t try to rescue me from my past. You’ll just hurt yourself. It’s bigger than you are.”

“How would you know how big I am?”

She shot him a glance, and snorted, reddening.

“I didn’t say it,” he crowed, delighted. “It was you.”

“English is not my first language,” she said haughtily. “Don’t try to trap me in word games. I will never get the joke.”

She wasn’t pulling away. He stroked her shoulders, encountered the straps that held up the cups of gathered fabric that her perfect tits were nestled in. He flicked the ribbons down. Her eyes widened as the fabric slid down-catching on her nipple. She jerked her hands up-

Or tried to. He caught them up short, staring into her eyes as the cups slid down to dangle over the shell of the bustier.

She didn’t fight, didn’t flail. Just stood there, breath stuttering rapidly in and out. Her high, beautiful breasts bared to him.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve lain awake nights staring at the ceiling, imagining you exactly like this.”

He felt his way, slowly. Using those secret senses that jolted to life only when she was near. Eyes and ears that opened only for her. He strained for more. He wanted inside her hidden depths, to take possession. He waited, savoring the tension, until he dared to risk sliding his hands up to cup her breasts, with fingers that trembled.

A ripple went through her, then a sighing, barely audible moan. He caressed her, tender spiraling whorls over and around her taut, deep pink nipples, the soft plump under-curve, the tender fullness. So perfect. Springy, luscious. Suckable. But not now, because she’d rested her head on his shoulders, and the slight, warm weight of her head upon him was such a miracle of itself, he didn’t dare mess with it.

He inhaled her scent. Warm and spicy and sweet. Her hair had come unpinned, and the thick horsetail draped over his arm, making him wish his arm were bare. His sleeve blocked out the live heft of that heavy silken rope. His fingers buzzed. She was actually letting him touch her. It put him in a state of trembling, worshipful awe.

She twisted around and looked up. Lips in reach.

That was it, just like the last time. Conscious control vanished.

She melted into him, arms twined around her neck. Oh, God, that sweet, tender inside flavor, the impossible softness of her lips. A swift glance yielded scant possibilities for taking this tryst horizontal. The floor was gleaming oak. Spindly legged chairs, tables with runners, antique breakables. No couches or lounges. So it was the wall again. He could deal with gravity. What was upper body strength for, after all.

He scooped her up. A few steps, and he pinned her to the closest bare spot of wallpaper, fiercely intent upon tasting, touching, knowing more. He leaned to kiss her breasts, and she moaned, ribcage heaving, fingers twining in his hair. He lifted armfuls of skirt, slid his hand up her thigh. Hot, smooth. Stretchy lace, soft skin, filmy silk stretched over tender girl parts, the moisture seeping through. The heat, the wet. He couldn’t wait to taste it. Lick it. Get inside. Deep inside. Oh God, now. The wanting was a huge, feral beast inside him, clawing to get out.

Her thighs trembled. He slid his finger under the elastic, into silky golds that yielded sweetly, pressing deeper into a hot, slick paradise-

Rap, rap, rap. “Sveti? Sveti! Petrie? You in there?”

Rap, rap rap rap rap, louder and sharper. Tam’s voice. A brief pause, and then again, rattling at the locked door. Rap, rap, rap. “Sveti? Goddamnit, answer me!” Her voice was sharp with alarm.

Fuck.

What, was he under some kind of a curse?

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ShannonShannon McKenna is the NYT bestselling author of over ten action packed, turbocharged romantic thrillers, among which are the stories of the wildly popular McCloud series. She loves tough and heroic alpha males, heroines with the brains and guts to match them, villains who challenge them to their utmost, adventure, scorching sensuality, and most of all, the redemptive power of true love. Since she was small she has loved abandoning herself to the magic of a good book, and her fond childhood fantasy was that writing would be just like that, but with the added benefit of being able to take credit for the story at the end. Alas, the alchemy of writing turned out to be messier than she’d ever dreamed. But what the hell, she loves it anyway, and hopes that readers enjoy the results of her alchemical experiments. She loves to hear from her readers. Contact her at her website, http://shannonmckenna.com, or join the newsletter by signing up here:http://shannonmckenna.com/connect.php.

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Book Blitz: Just Let Me Love You @AuthorSRGrey

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Title: Just Let Me Love You
Author: S.R. Grey
Series: Judge Me Not, Book 3
Genre: New Adult, Romance
Publication Date: January 15th, 2015

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No one ever said a lasting love would be easy. 

When Chase and Kay hit the streets of Las Vegas, the goal is simple—rescue Will, Chase’s brother, from making the biggest mistake of his young life. But keeping Will out of trouble turns out not to be the only obstacle in Chase and Kay’s path. Finding himself back in the city that broke him, Chase’s heartbreaking past threatens to derail all the progress he’s made.

However, Chase is determined not to let that happen.

While striving to help Will before he implodes, Chase seeks to come to terms with the things that almost destroyed him. He soon discovers that the answers to the most complicated questions sometimes lie in one’s own heart. You just have to be willing to dig deep enough to find them.

Can Chase succeed in doing that?

Just Let Me Love You is a story of healing, letting go, and trusting love to guide you. The conclusion of the Judge Me Not trilogy brings everything full circle.

*mature themes including explicit sex scenes and profanity*
Third and final novel in the Judge Me Not series/trilogy.

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CHASE:
The Las Vegas I know oh-so-well, however, sure isn’t something I’d ever show Kay. She knows my past, most of it, but there’s no need to revisit the pit stops I traveled along the way. If we did, my Vegas tour would be filled with dark alleys, dark apartments, and the darkest of nights. Nights shaded in tones of addiction, sorrow, and despair.
Would I show beautiful, gentle Kay where I used to score coke, coke that would leave my head feeling like it was exploding? Or would I spin her by the old apartment and show her where Will and I spent many a night alone while Mom was off gambling. Hell, I could take her to the convenience store around the corner from that apartment. I could point out the aisle where I once stole a can of Spam. That can of mystery meat provided a makeshift holiday dinner one year when Mom forgot to come home on Christmas Eve.
Would I show Kay that shit? Short answer: No.

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About the Author
SRGreyS.R. Grey is an Amazon Top 100 and Barnes & Noble Top 100 Bestselling author. She is the author of the popular Judge Me Not series, as well as the Inevitability duology and A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy. Ms. Grey’s novels have appeared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists in multiple categories, including #1 on the Barnes & Noble Nook Bestsellers list last year.

New novels slated for 2015 release dates are Inevitable Circumstances (Inevitability #2), and a New Adult novel to be revealed in the future.

Ms. Grey resides in Pennsylvania. She has a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration degree, as well as an MBA. Her background is in business, but her true passion lies in writing. When not writing, Ms. Grey can be found reading, traveling, running, or cheering for her hometown sports teams.

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Book Blitz: False Finder @miahoddell @limitlessbooks

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Title: False Finder
Author: Mia Hoddell
Genre: Young Adult, Thriller
Publication Date: January 13th, 2015

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Summary
Cora has been able to detect lies since she was born, she’s…a False Finder.

However when blackmail, betrayal, and lying are all the population has to protect themselves, it makes her dangerous. It also makes her a target.
Because of Cora’s ability, Rogan Carvelli—London’s biggest criminal leader—has been trying to acquire her for years.

Cora has learned to survive and remain undetected—at least until one careless mistake causes her friends to betray her.

Sold to Carvelli, Cora is only left with the help of a secret organis
ation to escape. She knows nothing about them, but they have saved her too many times to ignore.

However, the closer she gets, the clearer it becomes…
Their motives are far from innocent.

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“No one has to live like this! There was a time when we were free to choose what we wanted,who ran the country, how we were governed. We shouldn’t have to live under this murderous dictator. Rogan has a lot to answer for and times are—” The man stood on the corner of a side alley shouting at the top of his lungs to anyone who would listen. His words rang clearer in Cora’s mind but she pushed them to the side; everyone knew about the past and thoughts like that were dangerous. It was a futile attempt that had Cora shaking her head. Keeping her feet moving she refused to make eye contact, to show she was listening, as just like she predicted Rogan’s men descended on him faster than vultures on a fresh kill.
With her eyes on her feet Cora kept moving—she knew exactly how the demonstration would go having seen many before. She heard the scuffle as the man was dragged into the centre of the road, his protests about Rogan still as loud as ever. Then she heard the thuds as the punches rained down on him. The men would beat him within an inch of his life but no further. After that, they would declare to anyone listening that the same would happen to anyone who stepped out of line. Finally, one of them would draw their gun and making sure the victim was looking directly into their eyes, they would raise the weapon to the victim’s head and fire.
As Cora placed her foot on the step to her flat the sharp sound of a gun going off signalled the man’s death and an end to the demonstration. A stupid person would turn around and look and they would have seen the men carrying off the body. However Cora was not stupid. Instead she reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulled out the key to her flat and keeping her eyes fixed on the door, entered the hallway of the building, shutting the door behind her before climbing the stairs. She had seen it too many times to care. If you followed the rules you survived, so Cora had made sure she became immune to the violence—it was the only way to continue living.

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Mia Hoddell lives in the UK with her family and two cats. She spends most of her time writing or reading, loves anything paranormal or romantic, and has an overactive imagination that keeps  her up until the early hours of the morning.
By the age of nineteen, Mia had published nine books, including the Elemental Killers series and the Seasons of Change series. Since then, her books have charted on numerous Amazon Bestseller Lists, and she has also had poems published in a many anthologies. With an ever growing list of ideas, Mia continues to create fictional worlds through her writing, and is trying to keep up with the speed at which her imagination generates them.
She also designs book covers and banners on her website M Designs
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Book Blitz: Forever Now @theelisesax

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Title: Forever Now
Series: Forever, Book 1
Author: Elise Sax
Genre: Romance
Publication Date: November 29th, 2014

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Summary
When Tess’s mother abandons her during her senior year at high school, she must find a way to keep the secret and survive until graduation. She’s surprised when Cruz, her crush and an aspiring model, moves in to help. Tess has dreams of studying in Paris, France and becoming a writer…impossible dreams without money or family. But as Tess and Cruz’s relationship grows closer, Cruz will do anything to make sure Tess’s dreams come true. But at what price?

Forever Now is the first book in the Forever young adult / new adult trilogy about finding love, living dreams, and overcoming great odds.

Forever begins now.

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I don’t know why I didn’t notice him before because he was the best looking boy I had ever seen.Not really a boy. A man. Maybe nineteen, I figured.  He had dark hair and eyes but light skin, and he was tall and muscular. He was beautiful, like a model, shining under the lights.Perfect.He shook my mother’s hand, and the three of them walked on the tiled floor further into the house without saying a word to me. Invisible.There. That’s the moment my life changed. No, I didn’t realize it, yet. I didn’t know that anything special had happened. I certainly didn’t know that Cruz would save my life, and I would save his—at least for a while. That we would love each other and our love would be dangerous.

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EliseSaxElise Sax worked as a journalist for fifteen years, mostly in Paris, France. She took a detour fromjournalism and became a private investigator before writing her first novel. She lives in SouthernCalifornia with her two sons.She loves to hear from her readers. Don’t hesitate to contact her at elisesax@gmail.com, and signup for her newsletter at http://elisesax.com/mailing-list.php to get notifications of new releases and sales.

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Release Blitz: Saving You @author_kelly

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Title: Saving You
Series: Love Wanted in Texas, Book 2
Author: Kelly Elliott
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22nd, 2015
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 Summary
What happens when your head and heart contradict each other regarding the one person you’ve always wanted?

Growing up, Luke Johnson and Libby Hayes thought they would be best friends forever.

One kiss changed everything.

Fearing his love for Libby could cost him their friendship, Luke chooses to listen to his head—instead of his heart.

Will the regrets of denying the one person Luke wants to give himself to, end up leaving him lost and alone? Or will Libby be able to save him with her love?

Saving You is book 2 in the Love Wanted In Texas Series.

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Grace:
A few seconds later, Noah’s phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw Grace’s text.

“Now you have my number. I’ll um, talk to you later then?” Grace asked as she began taking a few steps backwards.

Noah nodded his head and winked at her. “Most definitely.”

Turning around Grace and I began walking back to the houses. “Oh my gosh, Grace Johnson. Who is he and why have I never heard about this Noah?”

Grace chuckled and brushed me off with her hand. “Honestly, I never thought I would lay eyes on him again. I ran into him as I was running after Alex, he knocked me down, helped me up and we exchanged names. That was it.”

“Well he certainly remembered you.” I turned to look over my shoulder. “And he is staring at your ass as you walk away.”

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Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!

She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.

In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.

One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.

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Book Release & Review: The Line Between @TamsynBester

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Title: The Line Between
Publisher: Self-Published
Author: Tamsyn Bester
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

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★ ☆★ ☆★ – 5 Stars!

Summary
There’s a fine line between love and hate, so fine that you don’t know you’ve lost balance until it’s too late.
I’m not sure exactly when I lost my balance, all I know is that he was to blame.
Dane Winters.
The boy who’d spent most of his life hating me for reasons I never understood.

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It was no secret that I hated her, but only I knew why.
She was off-limits.
And then our separate worlds collided with one tragedy.
It wasn’t her fault, I knew that, but I wanted her to hurt the way I did, and I needed someone to blame. She was an easy target.
Kennedy Monroe.
The girl I’d picked on all our lives.
And the woman I barely tolerated.
Until the line between love and hate was no longer visible…

*Due to mature content this book is not suitable for readers younger than 18*

Review
I cried, I hated, I smiled, I cried… and I cheered! Oh My Gosh, so many emotions!
There were times I wanted to punch Dane right in the face, and there were times I was crying because I never expected anything. Sure, we all read romances, so we get the general jest of what happens in a book, but come on! This book is a must read! You will totally understand why my emotions were all over the place, and it will have you begging to read more.
Kennedy is always trying to be nice, and just go on about her life; however, Dane always has to put his nose where it doesn’t belong. I was to the point of wanting her to just cuss him like a dog, and leave him as trash. But once the story kept building you can see why everything happens the way it does, dang stupid family “drama” and their “reasons for hate”.
I loved Kennedy’s friend Jade, and how she was always there when she needed to be, and even Kennedy was there for Jade. True friendship is something hard to come by, but Tamsyn Bester played this book out perfectly, and I couldn’t see it any other way. She warmed my heart, and my soul… I am a FAN!

“You’re not alone, and you never have been. I might not be here anymore, but you have people who care about you. Don’t allow your past to dictate your future. And always remember that I love you.”
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TamsynTamsyn Bester, 21 years old & the ultimate Book Brat. Coffee & Books are her drugs of choice, neither of which will be kicked to the curb any time soon! She can go through a book a day & when she’s not reading she’s working on her debut novel, Beneath Your Beautiful. She is a sucker for New Adult Contemporary Romance with a whole lot of sexy thrown in & her number one rule is she won’t read a book unless it has a happy ending! Tamsyn also has the unhealthiest obsession with the South, and she  don’t mean her home country of South Africa – She  means cowboys, pick up trucks, sexy as sin Southern accents, cowboy boots and barefoot blue-jean nights! One day, she will live in Alabama & she will have her own Indie publishing house – her philosophy is if your dreams don’t scare you they’re not big enough 🙂

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Disclosure: I won this ARC book for free from the author. I did not have to do the review, and this review is my honest opinion.