Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Cover Reveal for Unsteady by Elizabeth York


Title: Unsteady
Author: Elizabeth York
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: June 26, 2018 Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs Photographer: Sara Eirew
He was the only one for me
When I close my eyes, I still see the way he looked at me all those years ago. 
The way it felt to have someone so amazing in my life, especially after my parents abandoned me. 
The bond that only a childhood friend could understand. 
He was my balance and never let me fall
But I lied to him…
She was my better half 
I remember the fear she hid under her smile when I met her. 
There were so many adventures we concocted, that we were sure we lived a hundred lifetimes in our minds. 
She was the reason I got up in the morning. 
She was my gravity and kept me grounded.
But then she lied… 
He kept my heart when I broke his. 
I was never going to see him again. 
He would always hate me, even if he knew the truth. 
It would be better this way. 
If only he hadn’t kept my heart.
She threw my heart away when I wanted her to have it the most.
I am so full of rage – I never want to see her again.
She ruined every memory that we made with a simple sentence. 
My life would be better without her.
If only she hadn’t kept my heart.
At forty-thousand feet the Earth shifted, and planets aligned. My world came into focus and for once I was no longer unsteady and ready to fall. As the winds of the plane drifted over the icy cold ocean my heart warmed when I saw him. Once I saw his eyes and the way he was looking at me I knew.
He was the balance I always needed.
… And she was mine.

London in the Past
“I’m scared,” my voice echoed across the inky night sky. My arms trembled as I hung from the edge of the concrete ledge outside of my window.
“Swing your legs over, latch onto the trellis, and then walk your hands over till you can grab on,” Logan whispered loud enough for me to hear. We only had a couple of minutes before the nuns made their rounds and caught us sneaking out.
I walked my hands one inch at a time across the hardened ledge as sweat sheened my body. My strained muscles were not going to hold me much longer since their idea of physical exercise was doing nothing more than writing notes to Logan every day.
“Logan,” I flinched when a piece of loose cement dug into my hand.
“Let go,” his voice reverberated in the wind as I looked down to see the drop below me. I looked for comfort in Logan’s eyes, but his dark hair was swept across his face as the storm in the distance gained momentum. Dogs barked across the field letting us know that the nuns were putting away the garden tools and would soon be circling the property before they went to bed.
“Logan,” I cried as my hand started to slip.
“Let go, I’ll catch you,” his hushed tones were hard to hear as we tried not to draw attention to ourselves. I winced at the pain and looked back up to see blood running down my forearm. “Drop London,” he quietly yelled as my eyes sought him out. There was a quiet reflection that resounded in my heart seeing him with his arms up waiting for me. At that moment, I put all my faith in him, trusted him completely, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and just let go.
Before I could scream I felt Logan’s arms as he caught me and we both tumbled to the ground as I slammed into him and rolled away.  He immediately crawled over and looked down on me ensuring I was fine without a care for himself, his fresh bruising, and the new dirt he now wore on his jean jacket.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he inspected my palm. I nodded, but a teardrop fled my eye allowing him to know I was lying. My body ached and the gash in my hand was on fire.
“Who’s out here?” Sister Katherine yelled loudly. Logan helped me up and we ran through the field till we passed the point of no return and ventured into the neighboring orchard that had been abandoned. No one could find us here. As often as it flooded we knew no one would come for us all the way out past the tree line by the water’s edge.
“Give me your scarf,” Logan demanded. I pulled it out from my belt loops and handed it to him. “Why do you wear your scarf like a belt?” He questioned me with a curious smirk.  I grinned through the aches my body felt trying to find the words. I was finally feeling the full impact of the fall. My smile tried to hide the agony, but Logan could see through me.
“It was something my mom always did,” I explained when I could breathe through the discomfort. He pulled a small piece of concrete out of the tear in my palm. Then he wrapped my hand with my pink scarf as he tried to stop the bleeding. I tried to hide my wince as he tied it tight, but I failed. A soft guilty look slid across his face before he looked down at my hand again.
“I think it’s silly. It’s a scarf, not a belt,” he gave me a half smile as his lips crooked up to show me he wasn’t serious. “Your hand should be good until morning and by then we will have figured out how to explain it.”
Elizabeth has been writing for so long she has forgotten how old she is. Accustomed to southern climate she likes drinking her sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. In 2015, she was named Author of the Year and received an award from over thirty blogs and a multitude of authors for her work in the community as well as for the words she wrote. Married to the military and a mother to three this woman knows how to multitask. She can handle anything you throw at her, but enjoys a quiet night with her family or a open book in her hands. Join her journey and see where she will take you next.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

New Release and Review! My Laird's Seduction by Tammy Andresen


My Laird's Seduction
(A Laird to Love #4)
Tammy Andresen

Blurb:
Lady Ainsley McDougal has long been the bell of the ball. But there is one beau she cannot tame, which, of course, is her favorite kind. She'll catch her man yet. 

Laird James McPherson is a Highland Laird, an English Earl, a soldier of the Indian War, and a privateer for the British Navy simply for the joy of it. He'll be damned before one tiny blond spitfire of a Scottish lass brings him to his knees and ties him down in wedlock. But even he can't deny that he's tempted...

Review:
Of all the books I have read by this author, this one might have pulled at my heart strings the most. James's story is so sad and full of people who were supposed to love him, treating him badly. Because of that, it just breaks him inside and that moment in the hall with Ainsley after she was singing to the baby really got to me. I have children and cannot imagine a child growing up how he did. The love the two of them find helps heal him and it changed her for the better as well. I can't say enough good things about their story. And it started out so different than the ending! I didn't even like James at first, but my mind was changed! It's a wonderful read! 
5 out of 5 stars!

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Undercover Hacker (White Hat Security Book 4) by Linzi Baxter



 
  A woman set on revenge Sophie has spent the last twenty years looking for her sister. Determined, but annoyed, she worked undercover for a man she loathed, because he promised her revenge. Never keeping a man past the morning, she finds herself drawn to finding who killed her parents and kidnapped her sister. No matter how tempting Agent White’s handcuffs are, she will not be distracted from finding her sister. A spy who doesn’t do romance until… Agent White was sent on a mission with no details, except to arrest Sophie Stewart. He never expected to come face to face with the most beautiful and fiery woman he had ever seen. Normally, he is a one-night stand. However, something enshrouding Sophie calls to his inner soul. One look at Sophie and Agent White knew this was different. The more Agent White learns about Sophie, the more he is determined to keep her safe, and not let her go. It’s time for Sophie to ask for help and stop hiding her secrets – even if the secrets that unfold will change the course of her life. Will Agent White be able to save Sophie before time runs out?
 

White Hat Security series
Linzi Baxter lives in Orlando, Florida with her husband and lazy basset hound. She started writing when voices inside her head wouldn’t stop talking until the story was told. When not at work as an IT Manager, Linzi enjoys writing action-packed romances that will take you to the edge of your seat. She enjoys engaging her readers with strong, interesting characters that have complex and stimulating stories to tell. If you enjoy a little (or maybe a whole lot) of steam and spice, don’t miss checking out White Hat Security series. When not writing, Linzi enjoys reading, watching college sports (GO UCF Knights), and traveling to Europe. She loves hearing from her readers and can’t wait to hear from you!

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Cover Reveal for An Imperfect Heart by Amie Knight


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An Imperfect Heart, an all-new second chance romance from Amie Knight, is coming May 8th!

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An Imperfect Heart by Amie Knight
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 8th
Cover Designer: Hang Le
Photographer: Lindee Robinson
Model: Zach Zoufaly and Jessica Surls

The heart is exquisite.  
You’ll never hear anyone wax poetic over an organ quite like they do the heart.  
When you’re lost in the world? Follow your heart.  
When your love for someone is unwavering, unparalleled and unprecedented? You give them your heart.
As a lead pediatric cardiac surgeon, I knew better than anyone that the heart is equally as powerful as it is delicate.
The heart giveth just as easily as it taketh away.
And until the day Kelly Potter darkened my doorway that was all just part of the job.
She rolled in like a slow evening storm, fierce and beautiful, fighting for the life of her unborn child.
It should have been business as usual.
I was a doctor.
Her child the patient.
But Kelly was more.
She was the one who got away.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
It didn’t matter what the rules were.
For once, I was listening to my heart.
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About the Author:
  Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma's books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn't reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to '90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South. 14355075_1298208966897989_6818170935627533786_n.jpg
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Sunday, April 15, 2018

Blog Tour for A Baby for the Viking Wolf by Gwen Knight


With great passion comes great responsibility...
Lucy Tullet's entire world has imploded, thanks to the two soft pink lines staring back at her. As a professional party-girl, she never considered settling down and having kids. Until she meets the blood wolf—a renowned Viking vampire hunter with a mysterious past—and spends the night in his arms. Now, thanks to him, everything has changed. Not only are there vampires running amok in town, hunting Lucy and her unborn child, but the blood wolf has staked his claim, determined to both protect her and take her as his mate.
(Available on Kindle Unlimited)

"Lucy," he repeated as he studied my face. "A lovely name for a lovely woman."I cleared my throat and stepped back, putting space between us. "Are you here as a bachelor then?"Bemusement tugged on his mouth. "I'm flattered. But no." "So, if you aren't here as a bachelor, and you're not part of the European pack…" I let my sentence dangle with the hope that he'd answer my unspoken question. What other reason could there be for his presence? Unless…understanding dawned. "Are you here to bid on one of the bachelors?" Surprise widened his dark eyes, and he choked back a laugh. "Uh, no. While I'm sure they're fine men, they're not the one I'm interested in." Heat spread through my cheeks. "Um. We'll just…be elsewhere," Bailey said. "Like, over there. Yeah, over there works." "What?" Evelyn asked. "Come on, dummy." Bailey grabbed Evelyn's arm and wrenched her toward the bar. The blush spread down the back of my neck. Within five minutes, the entire pack would hear about this. Those two women were the absolute worse sort. Gossip was like air to them. "So." I shot him another look, my tongue suddenly heavy in my mouth. This was ridiculous. I wasn't the sort who gummed up in front of a man. I was the sort who took initiative, who dragged them out onto the dance floor for a good time, who used them, then ditched them the next morning. Yet, here I stood, nervously fiddling with my glass, my mouth drier than the desert. All because Mr. Europe was hotter than hell itself. I cleared my throat and tried again. "What are you here for then?" His brows furrowed. "I came to see someone. But they didn't show." A woman someone? I wanted to ask. Except, the words died in my throat. "And you're really not part of the European pack?" "No." He chuckled, the expression lighting up his face. I loved the sound of it, deep but gentle, as though he laughed a lot. "In fact, I only arrived in America this afternoon." My lips parted. "Wow. You even managed to score a sweet tux, too. Impressive." He bowed his head. "I aim to please." "Did you come to America to meet this friend of yours?" "I did. Guess that won't be happening tonight, though." "And this friend…" Just ask! "A female friend?" His smile broadened, flashing a pair of dimples. "No. Just an old friend. But he's not here, and you are. So, I call that a win." I ducked my head, the bunnies in my stomach launching into full-blown butterflies. Damn it, stop playing coy! Reagan often called me a man-eater. Time to put up or shut up. "Well then." I handed my empty glass to the next server who strode by and grabbed two fresh drinks, handing him one. "If you're not from the European pack, then I offer you my sincerest apology for the way I spoke to you earlier." "That so?" His mouth ticked upward. "I'm honored. I get the impression you don't apologize often." "I'm not often wrong," I said with a playful wink. "Ah, beauty and brains, then?" Before I could respond, he plowed onward. "I take it you're here to bid on one of these fine gentlemen tonight?" "Yup." Not that I wanted to anymore. The only devilishly handsome werewolf I wanted to play with was the one standing in front of me. "You sure you're not supposed to be up there?" "Do you want me to be?" Most definitely. I'd bid every last cent on him. Problem was, from the many hungry glances sliding his way, I wasn't the only one interested. And I wasn't known for sharing. After a moment's consideration, I shook my head. "No, you don't belong up there." He clutched at his chest. "You wound me, madam!" "It's for your protection, and everyone else's too. I wouldn't want to have to kill everyone who bid on you just to get what I want." He stepped closer, his scent overwhelming my senses. "I'm intrigued. What is it you want?" "You tell me," I murmured, my voice taking on a husky note. His fingers brushed against mine, teasing, taunting…playing the game. I gave a slow blink and lifted my gaze to his, my mouth curling into a sensuous smile. "I know what I want," he said. "Do tell." Without warning, he cupped the back of my head and brushed his lips against mine. Slowly at first, tasting what I had to offer. Teasing me with the promise of something more. I'd expected him to ravish my mouth, but instead, he took the time to seduce me. Heat spread through my body, and my damn knees buckled. His touch feathered against my bare back, eliciting a shiver unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My whole body attuned to his, and he'd done little more than offer a chaste brush of our lips. We parted, my chest heaving beneath my dress. His gaze dipped to my plunging neckline, his eyes sparkling at the sight of my flushed skin. "I have a room upstairs," he rasped. Hallelujah. Because we sure as hell wouldn't make it back to my place. "Only if you're interested." I laughed. "You damn well know I'm interested." "Now?" Screw the auction. Gabriel had sent me to smooth over the press, and to donate money to a good cause. Neither of which I'd done. But I'd already won the night as far as I was concerned, without spending a single cent. I could easily donate the money without bidding. I licked my lips, excitement dancing in my stomach. "Now," I murmured. "Right fucking now." He flashed me a grin. "A woman after my own heart."
My Viking Wolf
(Available on Kindle Unlimited)
Gwen Knight is a Canadian girl currently living in Jasper, AB. She graduated from the University of Lethbridge with a degree in Archaeology and Geography. Her interests consist of playing in the dirt, designing elaborate snow forts, boating, and archery.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Review for Demon Stones Saga Volume 1 by Raven M. Williams


Demon Stones Saga
Volume 1
Raven M. Williams

Blurb:

Will the Stones' Guardians succeed in fulfilling the prophecy, or will Darkness finally Gain Dominion over the Earth?

During the time the Elves lived on Earth, it was discovered some humans had magical abilities, but were untrained in how to use them. The Elves took on this task, and when the humans' time with the Elves was over, Valael created stones for each of the women of Raven Coven. It was then the Ancient Witch Line was born.

Down through the ages, the magic and the stones were passed from mother to daughter. Not only did they enhance the magic of each of the women who wore them, they would glow whenever evil was near. For this reason, they became known as the Demon Stones. Many coveted the stones, but they only worked for those tasked with protecting them.

As with all things, the legend of these stones fell into obscurity. Then, many centuries later, they were discovered once more. By some, through the discovery of a human who bears one, for others, through a prophecy foretold. 

With this revelation, the first stone’s bearer sets out to find, not only her own stone, but the rest of the stones and their guardians. Where this quest will take her remains to be seen.


Review:
This is a great continuation after the Realm Jumper Chronicles! More action and excitement and more evil lurking! Vaduxach the demon dies in the other series and now his place has been taken by his and the witch Cassie's daughter, Aisabahl. She seems just as prone to tempers and wanting to do things her way as much as her parents. That's the thing about demons, they all seem to have their own agendas. An interesting twist to the whole thing is the Vampire Queen. She has her own agenda too, and I'm just not sure how things will play out with her. A few new characters are introduced and some old faces show up as well. It's a good mix. It was also really interesting watching some of the girls adjusting to life on Earth. They have never drove a car or had bank accounts. And the spies! It's almost comical the amount of spying that is going on, but the various layers of who is manipulating who or what is put together really well. All in all, I really enjoyed it!! 5 out of 5 stars!

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Thursday, April 12, 2018

After The Rain by Stacey Johnston



After the Rain 
Stacey Johnston




Jessica Hildreth Designs 

Women's Fiction | Drama | Contemporary Romance 


When a child is born they're a blank canvas. A canvas that is later molded by the influences of the world around them. Those influences determine that child’s future, but they are not always kind. Some of those children will enter adulthood easily, unscathed by the harshness of life, but for others, that journey is not an easy path to follow.

And then there are those, whose journeys are cut short.

He only ever wanted ….. to fit in. 
He only ever wanted ….. to be included. 
He only ever wanted ….. to have friends.

Alec never wanted for anything. 
His parents made sure of that. 
But, what Alec desperately wanted, they couldn’t buy. 
He just wanted to be normal……..

He could never see what the rest of us could. 
Smart. Funny. Good-looking. Sensitive. 
Alec only saw what his mind wanted him to see. 
And believed the false truths it told him.

BUT, I won’t allow him to become one of the lost, and when the clouds clear after the rain, I WILL make him see that he is everything WE believe him to be, and so much more…….. 


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Lying before me in a sterile hospital bed is the love of my life, my husband; a man whose fragile soul has been at the mercy of that very same evil, vile creature for as long as he can remember. A man who always put the needs of others before his own, regardless of the cost to his own personal welfare. Or, he did, until three days ago when he decided that the people closest to him, the ones who love him unconditionally, would be better off if he were dead. 

For nearly thirty years I have stood beside this man before me, watching as an unseen evil devoured him, digging its claws in, slowly destroying him. As I take Alec’s cold hand, I am hit with a barrage of memories – both happy and sad – of our life together. In retrospect, even the photos that line the walls of our family home show the face of a tormented man fighting an internal battle to stay in control. Unfortunately, fighting day in and day out, year after year, against something that powerful becomes tiring and eventually, it can take its toll. 

As I look at Alec’s pale face while he sleeps so peacefully in his coma, I wish I could find what triggered his decision to end his life. Or, at the very least, when he reached that point of no return. Understanding his reasons is all I’ve been able to think about for the past three days since we found him unresponsive in our backyard. His empty medication bottles and the bottle of Jack Daniels lying beside him were apparent signs my husband had finally lost his battle. 

Stacey Johnston was raised in Perth, Western Australia. She is a wife and mum to four children.

Having been an avid reader most of her life, Stacey finds herself most at ease when she can lose herself in stories of romance and mystery.

Stacey has a creative way of bringing suspense into her stories which keeps her reader hanging onto every word to find out how it ends. 



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