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Solace in Silence by Melissa Ann Book Blitz

Title: Solace In Silence

Author: Melissa Ann
Release Date: March 21st


Title: Solace in Silence
Author: Melissa Ann
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Sometimes in our darkest moments,
When we can’t tell the lies from what’s true,
When we don’t have the strength to go on,
The love of a friend helps us get through.

Solace in Silence,
Is my personal fight,
Through poetry,
From darkness to light.


Excerpt #1:
One Day


Give me your hand,
I’ll help lift you up.
Let me hold you near,
And you can tell me what’s up.

You’ve been hurt in the past,
You have been broken down.
Instead of hating who did this,
You blame yourself, I can see it in your frown.

You hold the world on your shoulders,
Sometimes you wish you didn’t feel so much,
But this is the gift you’ve been given,
And you must accept it as such.

You fight the demons,
Every single day.
Most days you win,
But some days you’re too tired to slay.

If you look
Deep within your soul,
You’ll see a light,
Do you see the dim glow?

Just have faith,
In who you are.
And one day,
That light will grow.

So look at how far you have come,
Not how far you need to go.
As long as you keep fighting,
One day you won’t feel as low.


Excerpt #2:

We All Have A Purpose

I admit there are days,
I wish I didn’t exist,
When my illness takes over,
And it will not desist.
I’ve learned to live with the challenges.
It can be difficult, I won’t lie,
But it’s the way it affects my family,
That makes me want to cry.
I won’t go very far,
With my children in tow.
What if I get sick,
I’ll have nowhere to go.
I want them to have a great life.
To be able to see all there is to see,
But I feel I’ve taken that away from them.
And that doesn’t sit well with me.
One thing that is positive,
About this life they live.
My children have learned empathy,
And they have lots of love to give.
There’s a reason I’m still here.
I admit the reason was hard to find.
I may not always have the use of my body,
But I still have my mind.
I can create stories,
For others to read.
I can change people’s lives,
And help those in need.
I still have my heart,
I send love every day,
You must never forget you have a purpose,
This is the message, I must convey.

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March 21st



Author Bio

Melissa lives in the Great White North in her spacious igloo with her two daughters, one of which is a mermaid, the other a unicorn. When she is not writing, she is riding her moose and wrestling with her polar bear. Due to the demand of her books, she was forced to train her hamsters to guard her home, as she typed out what the crazy voices in her head demanded.

She’s an avid supporter of World Wildlife Fund and makes an effort to involve herself as well as her family in fundraising campaigns for various charities. Melissa has an Employment Counsellor Diploma from Fleming College, but she prefers writing stories over resumes
Presently she has nine books published in a variety of genres, which include Poetry, and Historical and Contemporary Romance.

Her Work in Progress is an Urban Fantasy titled, Mirrored Souls will be published soon.




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Release Blitz – Beauty of the Beast by Rachel L. Demeter

Beauty of the Beast
by Rachel L. Demeter
Fairy Tale Retellings, #1
Release Date: March 15, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical Romance, Fairy Tale Retellings, Gothic Romance
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Experience the world’s most enchanting and timeless love story—retold with a dark and realistic twist.

A BEAST LIVING IN THE SHADOW OF HIS PAST

Reclusive and severely scarred Prince Adam Delacroix has remained hidden inside a secluded, decrepit castle ever since he witnessed his family’s brutal massacre. Cloaked in shadow, with only the lamentations of past ghosts for company, he has abandoned all hope, allowing the world to believe he died on that tragic eve twenty-five years ago.

A BEAUTY IN PURSUIT OF A BETTER FUTURE

Caught in a fierce snowstorm, beautiful and strong-willed Isabelle Rose seeks shelter at a castle—unaware that its beastly and disfigured master is much more than he appears to be. When he imprisons her gravely ill and blind father, she bravely offers herself in his place.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Stripped of his emotional defenses, Adam’s humanity reawakens as he encounters a kindred soul in Isabelle. Together they will wade through darkness and discover beauty and passion in the most unlikely of places. But when a monster from Isabelle’s former life threatens their new love, Demrov’s forgotten prince must emerge from his shadows and face the world once more…

Perfect for fans of Beauty and the Beast and The Phantom of the Opera, Beauty of the Beast brings a familiar and well-loved fairy tale to life with a rich setting in the kingdom of Demrov and a captivating, Gothic voice.

Beauty of the Beast is the first standalone installment in a series of classic fairy tales reimagined with a dark and realistic twist.

Disclaimer: This is an edgy retelling of the classic fairy tale. Due to strong sexual content, profanity, and dark subject matter, including an instance of sexual assault committed by the villain, Beauty of the Beast is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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~ Isabelle bravely takes her papa’s place ~

Quite a while later, as Isabelle relaxed and soaked in the hearth’s warmth, she found herself nodding off to sleep.

Her mind detached from the stress of the past few days and receded to another time and place. She recalled her journeys with Papa when she’d been little more than a girl. All the villages they’d passed through; all the faces they’d seen. She thought of reading fairy tales beneath a bejeweled sky, of leaning against a mountain of crates as Papa pointed out the constellations and their eternal stories—

Rattling seized her attention and ruptured her thoughts. She peered at Papa, who was carefully examining his teacup. Not with his sightless eyes, of course—but with wandering fingertips. The same impressive coat of arms engraved the fine proclaim; Papa ran his weathered fingers over its surface, clearly in awe of the raised gold decorations and studded gems. The thing must have cost a small fortune. Indeed, she’d never beheld such finery. Even the wares Papa had once sold paled in comparison. The faded brim of his top hat hung low and covered his glassy eyes.

Then her mouth went dry as he slipped the teacup inside his coat.

Has he gone mad—or simply grown that desperate? It was completely unlike Papa to steal. How could he—and after being shown hospitality?

Her outcry startled him. He half leapt from the chair—and Isabelle watched in horror as the teacup tumbled out from the coat. It rattled and rolled onto the stone ground, shattering into a million pieces.

A gloved hand broke through the darkness, quicker than a lightning strike. The hooded figure emerged from the shadows and seized Papa by his cravat. His other hand clasped a branch of flickering candles. The illumination flashed across the dark folds of his cloak, soaking him in a pool of light.

“Stealing from me, are you? Breaking my family’s keepsakes?” A sharp jerk forced Papa to his feet. The rough movement sent the top hat tumbling from his head and onto the stone floor. Papa’s waxen features melted into an expression of horror and confusion.

Her heart pounding, Isabelle lunged forward and frantically cried out, “Let him alone! It was an accident. Don’t you see that you’re frightening him?”

“Good.” The simple declaration threw Isabelle into stunned silence. Papa called out for her as the man strode from the sitting room, his solid legs eating up the ground in swift, decisive strides. Mon Dieu, he was physically dragging Papa through the castle.

This isn’t happening. It cannot be…

“Stop it! Stop it now—you monster!” Isabelle picked up her skirts and frantically chased after them. Parts of the castle were dark and unkempt, causing her to trip several times over wayward pieces of furniture. Her heart violently pounded in her ears. The man moved impressively fast; between his agile stride and sweeping cloak, he almost appeared to float through the corridors. Plopping onto the stone floor, his dog gave up trying to keep pace. Dust motes rose and fell in midair like ashes, obscuring her vision. She followed the branch’s illumination, watching as the candlelight threw prisms along the walls and floor.

“Please, monsieur. Have mercy, I beg you! He didn’t know any better. He’s not in his right mind. He would never—”

“No one steals from me.” His low voice echoed in the darkness, steady as a war drum.

Isabelle felt herself descending. She ducked as she crossed a low archway, where she was met with a steep flight of stairs. A mouth into Hell. The ceiling lurked unusually low and was strung with cobwebs. Isabelle hiked up her skirts, which were now a filthy mess, and raced down the decayed steps. The hooded figure kept a swift pace while she desperately pursued Papa’s frightened cries.

Plagued by the darkness, Isabelle tripped and crashed down the stone steps. Pain cascaded through her body, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her skinned knees and elbows throbbed, her heart pounded, her head burned. She spared a moment to catch her breath as she struggled to her feet and resumed her vain quest. Papa’s muffled pleas and the sound of slamming bars ripped at her very soul.

The dank dungeon was nearly black. She slowed her pace, moving toward a beam of light at the far end. Rats the size of kittens scurried across the stone floor and filled the darkness with their terrible squeaking. Her heart thudding, Isabelle rushed through the maze of cells, following Papa’s voice and that flickering light. Chains and crude-looking objects littered the ground—torture devices from a past age, she realized with a shudder.

She found them.

Papa was grasping the rusted bars; disoriented and frightened, he was murmuring incoherent pleas. Tears fell from his sightless eyes, though Isabelle knew he fought to restrain them. The branch of candles sat in front of the cell, its wavering light illuminating his terrified expression.

“Forgive me. I have wronged you when you showed my daughter and me hospitality and mercy. Please, monsieur!”

The man towered before him, silent and still. His long arms remaining crossed, he stood with his lean torso straighter than a broadsword. His hood was drawn back, though Isabelle couldn’t see his face from her angle.

“Papa, I’m here,” she said beneath the weight of a strained breath.

“I-Isabelle?”

Not sparing a moment, she dashed over to the cell—and the man slowly rotated into sight.

Except he resembled more of a beast than any man she’d ever seen.

Isabelle clamped both hands over her mouth and forced her eyes away. The sight burned—and the inferno in his gaze only kindled that fire.

Half of his face looked monstrously twisted; charred mounds of puckered flesh distorted the features beyond any recognition, draining him of all traces of humanity. Those heaps of burned, leather-like skin gleamed and glistened in the candlelight. His hairline receded on the left side of his face and slanted high above a shriveled ear.

Under the severe scarring, his age was more or less indistinguishable—though Isabelle guessed he wasn’t a day under thirty-five.

But his eyes were breathtaking. Two brilliant sapphires. There was also a great sadness and anger in those eyes, as if he’d suffered more than his share of original sin. Alas, as she gazed into his eyes, all she saw was blue ice—an endless, arctic landscape of cold desolation.

The man turned away, appearing greatly affected by her stare, and hastily rearranged the hood. His scarred hands trembled as he smoothed down the cloak’s thick folds.

“Release him,” she demanded. “He didn’t mean any harm. I—”

“No one meddles with my family’s possessions. He can rot down here as my prisoner. He ought to count himself fortunate that I haven’t taken his hand.”

“Your prisoner? This… this is a mistake! You must believe me. He’d never—”

A deep, husky chuckle cut through her plea. “Even so.”

“Please. Just let him out.”

“It’s too late for that.” Those words seemed to speak volumes. He exhaled a long breath, and Isabelle watched as it unfurled against the darkness in a cloud.

Silence.

“Why… why are you so angry? Why must you be so hateful? So cruel?”

“If I let him go,” he said at length, “what can you offer in return?” Isabelle couldn’t find her tongue. She wandered directly in front of the cell, almost in a lucid trance, and clasped the cold bars. Papa was huddled in the corner now, coughing and shivering. Guilt, unlike anything she’d known before, pulsated through her.

I’m to blame for this. And if Papa stays here, he’ll die well within a fortnight, likely much sooner…

“Get out of my sight.” The man’s voice jarred Isabelle from her inward stupor. She turned to him and stepped forward, raising her chin at a defiant angle.

I am not so easily broken or frightened.

I am a survivor.

She scanned her empty, dank surroundings: the cold stone walls, sweeping cobwebs, and blazing branch of candles. Despair encased her. Stark emptiness. She dared to step closer while a faint trace of pity bloomed inside her heart.

They stood centimeters apart. Heat radiated from the man’s body, surrounding her, immersing her. Isabelle vainly searched for softness in him, but only a dark, embittered spirit reached her. She stared up at his towering frame and gestured for him to bow forward. He hesitated, then did as she commanded. Her hands shook, damn her, as she peeled back his hood and met that piercing gaze again.

Half of his face was handsome—devastatingly so. In her twenty-two years of life, she’d never beheld such haunting beauty.

Jet‑black waves, rich and flowing, framed the chiseled lines of his startling features. Stubble peppered the strong curve of his jawline and shadowed a smooth, sculpted cheekbone. The right side of his face was striking, beautiful—a stark contrast to its wrecked counterpart. And within those patrician angles and intense eyes, she encountered his humanity.

His was a face of inconsistencies. Complex. Damaged. Predatory. And more than a bit intriguing.

“I will stay with you,” she heard herself whisper. “In my father’s place.”

“Isabelle—no! I forbid it!”

The man folded long, strong arms across his broad chest. His gaze crawled down her face and settled on the rise of her breasts—planting directly on her silver cross.

“I demand he’s seen by the finest of physicians.”

“Isabelle! Listen to me! I’m an old man. I’m dying. I—”

The man’s dark, strangely erotic voice cut through the cellar, and his eyes whipped back to her own with a startling force. “As my mistress.”

“What?”

“You must stay here as my mistress. For as long as I demand. Perhaps forever.”

Forever.

The word rang with a note of finality.

“Please, Isabelle! I beg you. Don’t do this!”

How could I endure it?

“Do as I say and your father shall safely return home.” He waved his cloaked arms with a magician’s delicate grace. “Your father—whatever family you may have—shall want for nothing. A house, clothing, anything they require. You only need to say the word. Your father will be under my protection—under the care of nurses and physicians—until his last breath.”

Isabelle briefly recalled what—and who—was waiting for her back in Ruillé. This fate wouldn’t be much worse. This desolate castle could serve as the perfect hideout. Papa would live in France, free from Raphael’s clutches and in the hands of the world’s greatest physicians…

“How… how can I trust you?” And does he even have the wealth to uphold such a promise?

“You cannot.”

She had faith Papa would send help once his health recovered. Or she’d find a way out, means of escape. In the interim, she would survive this grim castle and whatever horrors it concealed.

Papa would not. The castle would crush him beneath its dark heel in a matter of days.

Isabelle glanced at Papa again, then stared into the man’s brilliant eyes. There, lurking within those expressive depths, she found the softness she’d pursued minutes before.

She sucked in her breath and nodded her agreement.

“It is done.” The man swept backward. “He’s to remain down here till first light. Then our agreement shall be carried out. In the meantime, I will bring blankets and food—”

“But it’s so cold! He—”

“Stole from me while he was a guest in my castle.”

He would not compromise. That much was certain.

“I demand to stay with him.”

“As you please.” He unlocked the cell. “Beyond the dungeon lies a labyrinth. Try to escape, and you’ll be lost forever.”

He tapped the wall with his booted heel. It swiveled, spun, and rotated, sweeping her captor to the other side…

🌹 Excerpt 🌹


~ Adam gives Isabelle his library ~

“Close your eyes, ma belle.”

Strong hands cupped either side of her face. She felt as Adam’s thumbs tentatively brushed back and forth, stroking her cheeks in reverent caresses. Isabelle shut her eyes and slipped beneath his spell… leaned closer in the darkness until they stood heartbeat to heartbeat. The warmth of his breaths teased her hairline, bringing with them a minty scent. His thumbs descended to just below her chin. She lowered her face… felt a featherlight kiss land on her brow. It happened so subtly and gently—Isabelle wasn’t sure whether she’d imagined it.

She was allowing herself to feel too much. A stab of guilt penetrated her chest as her thoughts crept inward. Yet instincts told her to trust in her gut—to allow her heart to speak over her tumultuous thoughts. So she shoved away her guilt and allowed herself to simply feel.

Pounding footfalls echoed in the room, attesting to its sheer size. Isabelle waited in anticipation under the veil of darkness, her small hands knotted in Stranger’s wiry coat. The steady beat of Adam’s boots floated away from her. A loud whipping noise and a burst of light illuminated the room as he tugged a heavy damask curtain aside.

“Open your eyes, Isabelle.”

She did as he commanded. Shafts of sunlight tore inside, dancing across the marble floor in blaring prisms—though the darkness still obstructed the room’s contents. Isabelle’s imagination soared as she fantasized about what lay in those clotted shadows. Pale light fringed Adam’s formidable shape, contrasting his silhouette against the dim atmosphere.

He paused in front of the opened window and folded both arms behind his ramrod-straight back. Isabelle gazed at the line of his body, unable to tear her eyes away. Indeed, light from the window set him aglow, shrouding him in a cloak of gold. He wore black trousers and a white silk shirt, which fluttered lightly when he moved. Over the past several days, he’d made a habit of abandoning the cloak and hood. Isabelle had become accustomed to the mismatched sides of his face; where she once felt horror and revulsion, she now tingled with curiosity and budding admiration. Alas, the only true revulsion that remained was the memory of that night…

Adam was an undeniably prideful man, and she knew he’d only scorn her pity. Even his stance exuded a sense of importance and authority. Strange, how he was so often shy and almost childlike; then, as if by a flip of a coin, he’d turn regal, confident. It was as though he was battling two separate halves… as if an intricate part of himself kept fighting to emerge.

Not unlike the two contrasting sides of his face, Isabelle mused.

For a suspended moment, he stood in front of the conservatory window, his scarred hands planted on his lean hips as he surveyed the distant gardens. Then he crossed the room, his footfalls amplified by the medallion flooring, and thrust open another curtain.

Whoosh. Light flooded the space and chased away the shadows, and the room’s contents were ushered into view.

Isabelle nearly lost her breath at the sight.

It was a beautiful library—the most stunning sight she’d ever beheld. Ornate, intricately carved shelves towered against the painted walls and reached for a gilded ceiling. A baroque chandelier hung in the heart of the room; its crystals sparkled like diamonds as they drank in morning’s light. Isabelle fought to temper her racing heart as she gaped at the sweeping shelves. An intimate reading nook lined a curved window; lush pillows decorated the chaise, and a brass candelabra towered beside it.

In all her life, she’d never seen so many books. There were far too many to count. Too many books to read in one lifetime. Isabelle couldn’t help but think of the little storekeeper from Ruillé’s bookshop; she imagined his astonishment, how his bushy white brows would rise at the sight of Adam’s vast library. He’d run his wrinkled fingertips over the bindings and spines, reverently caressing each one. Her heart twisted with nostalgia at the thought of her former home. Once Raphael had entered her life, however, Ruillé had transformed into a prison.

This castle should have been just that. A jail cell. Yet she’d never felt more free than in that moment.

The library was larger than her whole cottage; several book-filled rooms connected to it, each one built with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Three sliding ladders were nestled against the circular walls, soaring to the very top of the domed ceiling.

She spun on her heels, twirling in place—watching as the immense collection flurried by in a fantastic mosaic of colorful spines and intricate woodwork.

Her eyes planted on Adam, who stood in front of the large row of glowing, arched windows. His arms were still folded behind his body, his sleek back straighter than an arrow. She couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t move forward, although she ached to reach out and embrace his solid body.

How would it feel to be enveloped inside that commanding strength?

A devastating smile spread across his misshapen features and cut her thought short. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, which was highlighted by the sun’s rays, and then hesitantly strode toward her. His boots rapped against the floor, and the sound swelled through the library. Stranger barked as he approached, the loud noise echoing in the room and jarring Isabelle from her trance.

“Do… do you like it?”

Finally he stood before her, silent and still. Isabelle inhaled a long breath, then laid her palm on the left side of his face. Her fingertips danced over the raised ridges and welts, the reddish scars and shriveled ear. His eyes shuttered closed, and she felt a shudder rake through his tense body.

“Yes. I love it.” And I’m starting to fall in love with you, too…

🌹 Meet the Author 🌹


Rachel L. Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, California with Teddy, her goofy lowland sheepdog, and her high school sweetheart of fourteen years. She enjoys writing poignant romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and explore the redeeming power of love.

Imagining dynamic worlds and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her mother would record them for her. She holds a special affinity for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether crafting the protagonist or antagonist, she ensures every character is given a soul.

Rachel endeavors to defy conventions by blending elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness.

Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.


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Twisted Bonds By Brandy L Rivers

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Others of Seattle #7
Adult Paranormal Romance
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Everyone’s fate is twisted in unseen bonds…

Isadora Starling is ready to say I do to Toryn Flame. Her parents are finally tying the knot in a double ceremony. This is the first time she’ll be introduced to the fae as the princess of the air and earth realms.

Lines are blurred. Friends and enemies are tied together in surprising ways. The truth becomes murky as more details are uncovered. Danger lurks around every corner as new alliances are formed.

When those she trusts go missing, Isa will have to shore up her courage and dig deep to find the answers before her happily ever after is demolished.

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Brandy L Rivers is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Her two main series are Others of Edenton and Others of Seattle. She has also written a couple contemporary stories. An avid reader, Brandy has always loved writing. She became serious about it as a stay-at-home-mother. Her secret lair, guarded by a pint-sized pound puppy who imagines himself a hellhound, contains a file full of manuscripts she plans to edit and put out with new creations she is constantly dreaming up. Living in rainy Western Washington with her husband and three kids, Brandy is already working on future stories in each of the series, and several other projects.

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Blog Tour w/ Review: Wild Poppy (Wildflowers #4) by Vivian Winslow

Wild Poppy
Vivian Winslow
(Wildflowers, #4)
Publication date: December 6th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

The daughter of a renown media mogul, Poppy Koslowski has her life turned upside down overnight when her father is indicted for a massive fraud that leads to the loss of her family’s fortune. In the wake of the scandal, Poppy moves to Paris at the behest of her aunt, the Countess Domel, who, unbeknownst to Poppy, intends to find a wealthy husband for her niece in order to ensure her future. Poppy, however, has her own dreams of finishing school and realizing her goal of becoming an award-winning journalist. When she meets Henri Olin, the passionate and seductive illegitimate son of one of France’s most powerful politicians, his political and social ideology introduces Poppy to a world very different from her own. Yet, Poppy ultimately learns that everything comes at a price, even love. After suffering a devastating loss, Poppy finds herself alone and virtually penniless, and is forced to make her way back to America to piece together the remnants of her life in New York City. There, she rediscovers her passion once again, only to be confronted with yet another life choice, one that will forever shape her destiny.

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Amy’s Review:

5 STARS!!!!!

I stop everything to read a new release from Vivian Winslow. I love this series and all the characters. I couldn’t wait to read about Poppy’s story. Through the rest of the series you get to see Poppy a lot and get to know her but she is one of those characters that you always want to know more about. Why she is the way she is or what made her that way. Well Wild Poppy answered half of my questions about her and there is another one to come!!

Seeing Poppy at a younger age was really different. I know her as this older, stronger person and to see her before she was that woman was nice. Seeing the pain and struggles that started out her life’s path to the woman she is in the rest of the books made me feel more connected with her. My heart broke for Poppy several times while reading. The way her family did her is unthinkable. I’m glad I got to know Poppy before this book. I know that she survived and made it through regardless of the struggles. And I also see the pattern as to what she put her daughters through in the previous books.

This is a must read series for me. I feel invested in each one of their lives and I can’t wait for the next book to get more insight to Poppy.

 

Author Bio:

Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job and her incurable wanderlust. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years.

New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of fashion, the arts and especially food. If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her eating at the newest restaurant in her beloved Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach.

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Blog Tour: The Billionaire’s Surrogate by Katie Wilde

Release Day: Fighting the Dark by Kassidy Carter

 

 

 Fighting the Dark 
By Kassidy Carter
Desperate to escape her past…
Rylee Smith spends her days behind a computer. She hides away in her
home diligently working to make her next deadline. Escaping her
father’s grasp keeps her motivated. Being an author doesn’t leave a lot
of time for a social life. If it wasn’t for her — nagging, yet loving
— best friend she wouldn’t see beyond the walls around her and the
screen.

Determined to prove himself…

Mason Carlson hasn’t had the easiest life. Growing up with a tyrant
for a father and a brother just as demented, he struggles to find his
place within the family. He was given one assignment. Watch her and wait
for further instructions. Mason never expected to become attached to
her. He never expected that her screams would cause him such pain.

Dedicated to righting the wrong…

When secrets are exposed, Mason realizes everything he thought to be
true is lie. It will take everything in him to right those he has
wronged. Everything he has to set her free. And to find a way to Fight
the Darkness.

*Recommend for 18+ due to Violence, language, and adult situations.

 

 

 

Kassidy Carter lives in
Florida with her Husband and two daughters. You can normally find a book
in her hands or doing activities with her daughters. She has a passion
for reading and will read just about anything. Her favorite kind of
stories to read are one’s with happy endings. She has always wanted to
write, but the fear of getting started and not being good enough has
stopped her…until now.

 

 

 

Blog Tour w/ Review: Uncovering Camila by Vivian Winslow

Book: Uncovering Camila

Author: Vivian Winslow

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Synopsis


Camila Cohen is a highly ambitious and driven third-year NYU law student who works as a part-time bartender to help pay her way through school. She prefers no-strings attached relationships, afraid that anything serious could get in the way of her goals. But when chef Eliseo Perez ditches her for a job in Miami, she realizes even a casual arrangement can leave you feeling burned. Just as Camila’s close to accepting a position at the high-powered law firm of Sullivan & Moore (more appropriately known by its initials, S & M), her uncle Arthur, the head of the Cohen Real Estate dynasty, makes a proposal that compels Camila to question the career path she’d always assumed would be right for her. As she attempts to balance her busy final year of law school with her bartending job, what should have been a random Tinder date for a hot hook-up leads to something unexpected. Meeting the incredibly brilliant and handsome Marshall James forces Camila to face her greatest fears and realize that creating a life for herself means making decisions that could potentially hurt the ones she loves.
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Amy’s Review:

4 Stars!!!!

I get so excited when I see a email from Vivian Winslow informing me of a new book. I have been following her since her first novella released and get excited to read her newest releases. All her books are about very strong and independent women. Women who take no shit from men and can do it without a man. I love women like that. Camila was no different. She had her life in motion and didn’t need a man to fill up her time. She was okay with how things were. That is until Marshall shows up.

Thanks to Camila’s cousin she meets Marshall. Tall, dark and handsome, he is smart as a whip and is the perfect match for Camila. There are a lot of ups and downs, moving forward and moving backwards but in the end it all comes together. And let’s not forget the amazing hot sex these two have. OMG! They are on fire together. HOT!

I loved seeing the Baron girls and Poppy included. I can never get enough of them and it’s always exciting to see a glimpse of how things are turning out for them and their families. I can’t wait to see what comes next.

Author Bio


Elizabeth Ann Hayes writes Romance under the pen name Vivian Winslow. Elizabeth was born in San Diego, California but has spent most of her adult life as the consummate wanderer. Her nomadic life took her abroad to Paris, Madrid, London, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, and São Paulo. After eleven moves across four continents over a span of seventeen years, her journey brought her back to New York City in 2011 where, despite the chaotic pace, she’s managed to make it home for herself and her family.
Since 2014, Elizabeth has published nine novellas in her Gilded Flower Trilogies as well as two installments of Wildflowers, a New Adult series of standalone novels. These contemporary romance books are female-driven with strong, beautiful and intelligent women as well as diverse characters, reflecting her own multi-cultural heritage.


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Camila turns her body to face Marshall. Lifting her hand, she runs a finger down the side of his face. He catches her hand and trails kisses around her palm. From there he runs his tongue up her index finger and sucks. He continues to suck on her fingers relentlessly, each one stirring her craving for sex even more than the last. She smiles to herself. This dare will be far easier than I thought.
She sits astride Marshall on the bench, careful not to tear her dress. “You sure about this?” He asks.
“Why do you ask?” Camila rubs his cock from outside his trousers. “You want to hear me say that I want to be with you?”
“Yeah, I do,” he replies before crushing his lips against Camila’s. Like last time, this kiss blows her away with its intensity, as he alternates between tender caresses and biting her bottom lip. Unlike last time, there’s an undercurrent of desperation behind it because they both know the weekend will end and their City lives will resume, where neither one will be able to touch the other. Somehow that prospect of it ending before it even begins drives them further into the moment, passion superseding all reason and doubt.
Camila doesn’t speak right away. She wants her kisses to speak her desire for her. For her tongue to find his and to stroke it the way he stroked her pussy that morning in her apartment. She brings her hands to his face, gripping him with the intensity of a lover who’s saying both hello and good-bye. It’s truly liberating to own this level of freedom with someone knowing that the present is all they have. She can feel his erection grow and press against her cunt, growing slicker with every kiss and lick against her lips. Camila draws his left hand under her dress so he can feel her desire.
Marshall moans into the next kiss, taking her deeper as he buries two fingers inside of Camila. She cries out silently, only a jagged breath shattering the stillness around them. Time has literally ceased to exist in this moment between the two lovers as they continue to climb toward their mutual pleasure. Camila lowers the zipper of his pants, freeing his cock. Marshall hisses as she begins to stroke him. What he wouldn’t give to feel himself inside her warm mouth right now. He groans as he bites down on Camila’s lips, remembering how it felt when she took him deep inside her. He starts to penetrate Camila faster. He wants to fuck her this way and so many others right here on this bench. How perfect and poetic to have someone like Camila on the Baron estate where he’d lost his virginity to Dahlia, the eldest of the twin daughters, all those years ago in the pool house. To bring such light to a place that represents so many memories from his past fills him with such a sense of peace he doesn’t want it to end.
Marshall takes out his fingers and licks them before putting them in Camila’s mouth. She sucks on them hard. The idea that these fingers were just inside her pussy drives her further into her lust. She lowers herself over his cock, prepared for how deep he would go and how far it would stretch her. This time her eyes are open, watching the look of pleasure on his face as she takes him fully.
His moan is louder than it should be, but neither of them cares. She rides him slowly this time, with greater purpose than before. Each time, she wants to feel him deep inside her, and he wants to savor it too. Marshall pulls Camila tight to him, burying his groans into her mouth, his kisses conveying a warmth and gratitude for tonight, for that morning in her apartment, and for feeling so fucking good at this moment.
He buries his face in her breasts as he continues to thrust into her. Her cries match his. Both are so close to coming, but neither of them is ready to. The reality after the fact will hit them both, and they want to push it away as long as they can. Marshall wraps his arms around her tighter, unable to edge any longer. “I’m going to come,” he whispers.
Camila nods as she rides him harder, lifting herself off, and slamming down so she feels it in her G-spot. She draws a deep breath, finally reaching that deep abyss as Marshall stops thrusting and lets himself go.
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Blog Tour/ Review: Beautiful Distraction by J.C. Reed

 
★★  Beautiful Distraction is LIVE! ★★ 
Only $2.99 or Free on KU

I wish I could stop this one moment, capture it, because I know it won’t last. Because a guy like him doesn’t stay in a woman’s life. He breezes through and leaves only havoc behind.

From New York Times Bestselling Author, J.C. Reed, comes a new standalone novel.Kellan Boyd always gets what he wants—except that one infuriating city girl who bumped into his new chick magnet sports car, dared to call him a jerk, and threw his pity check in his face.

Fast forward three months later.
When Ava Cross suddenly knocks on his door in the middle of a storm, soaking wet and in dire need of help, he’s determined to settle old scores and finally get her between the sheets where she belongs.

Ava knows Kellan is a complex man with a dark past and a wild reputation he can’t deny. Forced to stay, Ava begins a desperate search for the truth about the one man she wants to despise and quickly discovers that the passion she feels for him isn’t just deep…it’s dangerous to her heart.

Kellan is a beautiful distraction. When the traps of her own weakness stand in the way, Ava is faced with one choice only: peel off the layers of a man who’s a wild cowboy at heart.

Author’s note – Beautiful Distraction is a full-length, standalone novel with no cliffhanger. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Buy now for $2.99 or read it for FREE in KU
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Jessica’s Review

4 STARS

There were so many things I really liked about Beautiful Distraction! I laughed quite a bit over the banter and situations Ava found herself in. JC Reed brought the heat with Kellan. He is strong, mysterious and not very forthcoming. As Ava and Kellan have one misadventure after another, you can feel the tension rising and it’s only a matter of time before the lid blows off. Mandy is everything a best friend should be. She’s a hot mess, pulling Ava out of her shell and into the world.

Beautiful Distraction was a fast paced, easy book to get into and enjoy. Although there were parts at the end that felt a bit rushed and tied up a bit too quickly, it didn’t take away from the overall feel and story. I look forward to the rest of the Boyd brothers and their adventures. I’m hoping that Mandy gets her story as well.

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QUOTES:

Friggin’ unbelieable
Out of all the places Mandy could have taken me,
she’s just managed to find the one place with the one guy
I hoped to never see again.
Judging from the way he acted, almost kicking me off

his property, he was pissed.
Like, really pissed.
Like I-had-no-sex-pissed.
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AUTHOR INFO
J.C. Reed is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She writes steamy contemporary romance with a touch of mystery and suspense. When she’s not typing away on her keyboard, forgetting the world around her, you can find her chatting with her readers on Facebook.
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Spotlight and Interview: Forever Lasting (Everlasting Book 2) by Kassidy Carter

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Two lives tied together by one loss. When Grace and James tragically lose an important person, they both didn’t expect to find each other.

Grace Hall had it all growing up. A father who loved her and treated her like a queen that is until one tragic day took it all away from her. Now confuse and not knowing what to do she decided to leave and find the one person who could make everything better.

James Walker is a Marine. It’s what he loves to do. Until one disastrous day everything has changed, everything in his life fades to dark. That is until Grace walks into the door and she brings the light back to him. They start off as friends and it turns into more.

Can love survive secrets? Can love survive the pain and the Darkness that consumes them?

*Can be read as a Standalone.

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Interview

~What are you currently working on?

I have two book going right now. One is a Dark Romance and the other is a NA Romance.

~Who is your favorite author?

I love J.R.R. Tolkien, Jennifer Armentrout, Jessica Wilde, Colleen Hoover, Abbi Glines, Nicholas Sparks, and so many more.

~What writing advice do you have for aspiring authors?

Never give up. If you love to write then write. Don’t let what others say get you down.

~Which of your characters is your Book Boyfriend? Why?

I loved Hunter when I was writing him but then I wrote Forever Lasting and I fell in love with James.

~Are you an organized author or scattered?

I am Scattered. There is no organizational skills here…

~Do you plot out your story or write as it goes?

I get my characters and their stories. Then I start to write and let the story go where it needs to go. I have no patients with plotting.

~Which one of your characters is your absolute favorite? Why?

James, He went through so much in his life all to go through more when we was deployed overseas.

~Which one is your least favorite? Why?

Keegan, what a butt head he is.

~Do you have any strange writing habits?

None that I can think of.

~Do you have writers block and how do you work around it?

I get writers block of a lot. In Forever Lasting James was so stubborn and didn’t want to speak to me unless I listen to Hard Rock. I just do what I need to get through the block sometimes I just walk away, and then come back.

~Do you work on 1 story at a time or multiples?

I am trying to work on two right now. We will see how that goes.

~What is your favorite genre to read?

Romance, I need a happy ever after.

~What is the most wacky/crazy weird thing you received from a fan?

I am to new yet so I haven’t received anything.

~If you could go back in time what is one thing you would tell your teenage self?

I am Dyslexic and I had a hard time adjusting in middle school. I would tell me self to keep fighting and never give up. Kick the learning disability to the curb and never let it win.  It’s the same advice I gave myself back then.

~What are your favorite hobbies?

If I am not writing I am reading or I love cross stitch

~Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yes I do. When I met my husband I knew we would be together forever.

~Name one of your pet peeves?

Chewing with your mouth open. Unless you have a cold or something you should close it. Lol

~If you were a genie, what wish would you absolutely not grant?

That I was an Avenger. How cool would that be?

~Favorite drink? Alcoholic or not.

Mint Mocha Cappuccino

~What’s the one thing you can’t live without?

My girls and Husband

~If you could date a celebrity who would it be and why?

Adam Lavine, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Chris Pratt. I can’t pick one.

~What is one thing no one knows about you?

I am an open book. There isn’t much people don’t know about me.

~Favorite sport/sports team?

Dallas Cowboys

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We are secretly trying to change her into a Seahawks fan. 😉

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~Do you have any hidden talents?

Not that I know of

~Most hated chore?

Laundry I rather clean the toilet than do the laundry.

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~Pick two celebrities to be your parents.

Dennis Quad and Princess Dianna

~Have you ever been in trouble with the police?

Nope, I actually just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice.

~If you had a superpower, what would it be?

To fly. I think it would be so cool to fly.

~If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Pizza or Tacos

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~Do you have any nicknames?

Not really some people call me Kass or Kassy. At work I get Wisconsin a lot. Just because I am from Wisconsin and now living in Florida. My accent is really Northern to the people down here.

~Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not?

I love them as long as they are not the scary kind of surprise.

~What’s your favorite fast food chain?

Culvers or 5 guys

~If you had a warning label what would it say?

I am overly nice and really friendly.

~If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be?

A dog, just because I am loyal and friendly.

~What is one thing you will never do again?

Parasailing, I did it once in Miami and I don’t think I will ever do it again.

~What was your first job?

I worked at a treatment facility for aggressive children.

~Who is one person you would like to meet for coffee?

J.R.R. Tolkien

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~What is the best joke you’ve ever played on someone or had played on you?

I suck at jokes. I am too nice and feel bad before I even pull them off.

~What is your favorite TV show?

Hawaii five-o and Criminal Minds. I also love the Cooking network shows like cutthroat kitchen and chopped.

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~Do you like to go out or stay home?

I like going out to do running around but I don’t go out and party. I am too old for that stuff now.

~What is your favorite movie?

ALL of the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit Movies. All of the Transformer movies, all of the Marvel movies and The Hunger Games.

~What is your preferred method to violently kill someone (in your book, of course)?

Feed them to the sharks.

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~Are you a Tom boy or a girly girl?

I am a little of both. I love to dress up when I have to. If I don’t have to them I hate it lol.

~Do you take the “personality” quizzes, like on Buzzfeed/Facebook?

Yes I do, I need to know that kind of stuff.

~What is your favorite holiday?

Halloween and Christmas.  I love Christmas.

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~What is your favorite/ go to cuss word?

Pineapples or shit.

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~Do you have any piercings/tattoos? If so where?

I have 6 tattoos and my ears pierces. My favorite tattoo I have is my lord of the rings quote and my Auto bots tattoo

~Do you like tattooed bad boys or sweet good guys?

I love a good tattooed bad boy.

~Favorite quote?

Not all those who wonder are lost. And don’t fear death, fear the unlived life.

~What is one of your phobias?

FISH. Omg I hate them they are creepy little or big things.

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Also Check Out

Everlasting (Everlasting Book 1)

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When Payton’s abusive boyfriend takes things too far, she has no other choice than to turn to her brothers’ best friend and local cop, Hunter. He is the last person Payton thought she could trust to help her, but he may end up being the perfect one.

Hunter has always treated Payton like a little sister. He’s kept her at arm’s length while hiding his true feelings. When he finds out the abuse Payton has been hiding from everyone, he makes it his job to make sure she’s safe.

Spending so much time together brings the two closer and feelings start to change. Will Hunter be able to keep Payton safe from danger? Or will love get in the way and hurt them both?
Will Hunter be able to keep Payton safe from danger? Or will Love get in the way and hurt them both?

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Blog Tour W/Review: Roped In (Armed & Dangerous) by L.P. Dover

Title: Roped In
Series: Armed and Dangerous
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense Stand Alone
Release Date: October 19, 2015
Photo by: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography
Who says a wild heart can’t be tamed?

For years, I lived for the job and let it control me. Violence was all I knew. I protected, killed, and served. My name is Blake Evans, one of the best undercover cops in the country. I thought I was about to live a quiet life on my ranch in Wyoming until an old friend showed up and changed everything. He brought me her, Hadley Rivers, country music sensation and the one woman I couldn’t have. I didn’t want her but she had me completely roped in.

My job is to protect her, to keep her away from some psycho who wants her for himself. However, there’s more to her story than I was led to believe. I promised to keep her safe and I won’t back down . . . even if I have to die trying. I can’t let him have her.
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