Friday, January 2, 2015
RELEASE ~ KEVLAR TO MY VEST ~ LANI LYNN VALE
Title: Kevlar To My Vest
Series: Heroes of the Dixie Wardens MC #3
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Adult, Motorcycle Club Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2015
Cover Model: Gary Taylor
Photographer: FuriousFotog (Golden Czermak)
You’re the Kevlar…
Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn’t handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out.
To My…
Viddy couldn’t get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn’t explain. God help her, but she was even in a relationship with another man. She shouldn’t be thinking about the sexy biker with the voice that made shivers dance down her spine.
Vest…
Then the unthinkable happens, and the sexy cop she can’t stop thinking about is there for her, giving her what she never knew she needed. One moment in time, and she finds herself falling for the man, lock, stock, and barrel. The two of them have a lot of work to do to make this relationship succeed. What they didn’t know, however, was that there were people behind the scenes that were working to keep them apart. Sometimes the saying is true. You can’t always have what you want.
Kevlar To My Vest Excerpt © Lani Lynn Vale
“Unit 5-2 Code 7.” Trance said into the mic at his shoulder.
My heart started pounding.
The look in his eyes was utterly scary.
A good scary, but still scary.
He looked like he was about to devour me from the toes up.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked in surprise.
The hand that was at his gun belt finally worked the link
loose, and he dropped his belt onto the couch with a loud thunk. Then he
unbuttoned the top most button on his shirt, grabbed it by the back of his
collar, and drew it over his head in one fluid motion.
The shirt went to the same place as the belt, and then he
started on the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest on. With three
quick tugs, he had each Velcro strap released, and he was pulling the vest off
in quick, jerky movements.
“Jesus, you should play strip poker with all the clothes you
have on. I’d bet you’d win!” I chattered nervously.
His eyes never wavered, but the sparkle in his eyes told me
he was amused by my nervousness. They pretty much said, ‘As well you
should be. I’m about to devour you.’
His white t-shirt was next, followed by the button on his
pants.
In response to that sparkle in his eye, I, of course,
blurted out the most embarrassing thing that I’d ever uttered. “I’m a
virgin!”
The hands that were in the process of pushing his pants down
his hips froze in their tracks, and a feral, almost satisfied look, came over
him right about the time his hands found my hair.
In between kisses, I explained. “Well, not a virgin,
per say. I’ve popped my own cherry with numerous dildos in the past ten
years.”
I was pulled forward, one arm around my neck and the other
hand having a full grip of my hair, until I was flush against his naked chest.
“You couldn’t have said anything sexier to me right now.” He
growled, and then my body was flying through the air.
I wound up on his shoulder, staring at his fine ass.
His pants were riding low, just barely giving me a peek of
the muscular globes of his ass.
Not able to control myself, I placed a hot, open mouth kiss
on each cheek before taking my hands and shoving them down his pants. I
cupped the perfection, letting my nails dig in when his grip tightened across
my back.
“Stop it,” he said smacking my ass. “You’ve already
thoroughly ruined my control in the car with your teasing. Keep it up and
it won’t be what you need. It’ll be rough, raw, and dirty.”
“I like rough, raw, and dirty,” I panted just before biting
his ass.
I squealed when he tossed me down on the bed.
My skirt, which had been formed around my legs down to my
knees, was shifted up by rough hands.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded as his blunt fingers ran
up the outsides of my thighs, hooked around my panties and yanked them free.
“Shirt!” He growled as I watched him descend between my
legs, and hooked my legs around his strong shoulders.
A rough, callused thumb swept the outer lips of my pussy,
and he growled in appreciation. “I like that you shave here.” He hissed.
“And that you’re so wet. Is that all it takes? A little dirty
talking from me, and that gets you ready for the taking?”
My shirt’s removal was all but forgotten with every button
undone, as well as the front clasp of my bra. I had no more willpower to
remove anything. Instead, focusing on what he was doing to me.
I would’ve answered him. Really, I would have, but my
brains exploded with the first lick from his hot, wet tongue. Neurons
that had never been stimulated before started to fire. All at once.
My brain was on overload, and the only thing that I could seem to get out of my
mouth was the unintelligible whore moans that I’d thought were only special on
porn movies.
My hand moved to his blonde curly hair, and I dug in with
all of my fingers.
I didn’t guide him, though. Trance wasn’t the type of
man that needed, nor wanted, guiding. He was all man, and the last thing
he needed was any direction.
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Thursday, January 1, 2015
RELEASE BLITZ ~ HOOK ~ K.R. THOMPSON
BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – HOOK
AUTHOR – K.R. Thompson
GENRE – Fantasy/Fairy Tale/Adventure
PUBLICATION DATE – January 1, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 300 Pages/78,000 words
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Archie Jameson dreamed of adventure. Today, it found him. Caught in a chilly October storm, he ducked into a tavern, hoping to escape the rain. What he found, was a room teeming with pirates. Shanghaied by the most elderly of the lot, Archie awakens to discover that he is serving on a ship captained by the fiercest pirate ever to sail the seven seas--the man known as Blackbeard. Through a series of thrilling twists, Archie finds himself captain of another of Blackbeard's ships, the Jolig Roger. In an attempt to flee danger, his ship becomes lost beneath uncharted stars and arrives at a mysterious island. Determined to save both his crew and the woman he loves, Archie will make decisions that will forever seal his fate. For in Neverland, not all is as it seems.BUY & TBR LINKS
EXCERPT
The breeze picked up and was bursting insistent, frigid puffs that threatened to dislodge his hat. Archie clamped one hand on top, squishing it down around his lean face as he resolutely lengthened his stride and marched on, determined to make it home before the storm set in. He'd almost made it to the corner, to the place where he normally made the left on N. Westburl, and then a right onto 43rd, followed by a various assortment of other long deviations that would get him safely home, when a large crack of thunder shook the air. He decided that just this once he might consider taking the most direct route, albeit dangerous, foreboding, and possibly life-threatening. He stopped right on the bend of the street, uncertain for a split moment, until the next jolting crack of thunder made up his mind for him. He headed straight along Market St that followed the length of the Thames River, hoping that the seedy individuals who lurked around the pier were as mindful of the storm as he and would not cause him trouble on this particular evening, for even though he was quick-witted and could talk himself out of most troubles, sailors tended to be a harder breed of people. They were a sharp and cunning lot, and Archie did not know if he could outsmart anyone else that day and didn't wish to press his luck. He made it past the pier, hesitating just long enough to glance at the small boats tied to the dock. There were obviously people about, and so far he had been lucky enough not to encounter any of them. But one final ground-shaking crack and the tinkling sound of bells changed it all. The clouds overhead clashed and he ran for the shelter of a nearby tavern, barely escaping the torrent of rain. Archie had never been in The Captain's Keg before. He stopped just inside the door and let his eyes adjust to the dark, smoke-filled room. He realized that not only had he run into the very people he wished to avoid, but that he also had a new problem. These men weren't just sailors. He was ready to run back out and take his chances of drowning in the street, when he heard the same tinkling of bells from earlier. This time, it sounded like mocking laughter. Well. He might very well be losing his mind, but a coward he was not. He straightened to his full height—all six feet and four inches of it—and removed his crumpled hat with a flourish, tucking it under his arm. He walked proudly down the three steps that led into the heart of the tavern—to a bar, teeming with pirates. A couple of heads turned at his arrival and those who met his solemn, blue gaze were quick to drop their eyes back to their drinks. His spirits momentarily lifted, Archibald nodded to himself more than to anyone else in particular, a slight smile playing on his lips. He was holding his own. Still erring on the side of caution, he scanned the length of the bar, finding three open seats. Two were between rather burly, shifty-looking blokes with tattoos. The third seat, nearly on the end of the bar, sat betwixt an elderly gentleman with longish white sideburns, a round belly, and spectacles to match that sat precariously upon a rather bulbous nose. The gent on the other side was scrawny, his clothes in tatters, thin face in a scowl as he stared at a leaflet of paper before him. Even though he sat still, there was a nervous energy that pulsed off the small man. He gave Archibald the impression of a jittery, starving squirrel. Archibald decided his best chances lay between the old man and the squirrel and so he took his seat, nodding in a genial fashion to the old man, whose watery blue eyes barely gave him a passing glance. The squirrel didn't acknowledge his presence. "What'll it be, mate?" the barkeep asked. Archibald bit his lip to keep from laughing. Every drink in the tavern was the same yellowish liquid. Why the bald man standing behind the bar bothered to even ask such a mundane question was beyond him. Perhaps he was daydreaming again. He did do that a lot and at times it seemed real. "'Tis all ale, is it not?" "Aye, but will it be single or double ye'll be havin'?" Archibald lifted a single finger and waited for his drink. "Ye'd have much better luck with rum, I should think," the old man said quietly as he stared down into his own glass, "The ale's watered down. Not fit for a fish to drink, it isn't." One dreg out of the glass, and Archibald was quite certain the gentleman was more than right. It tasted like something poured from an old boot. Not that he regularly drank from old boots, mind you. Thank heavens he hadn't ordered twice the amount of the vile stuff. Deciding it better not to even bother asking for the rum, which most definitely hidden beneath the counter and out of sight, he tossed a couple of coins down on the scarred wooden bar, and sat looking down into the remnants of his glass, listening to the patter of rain on the tin roof. A strange thought came suddenly. For a bar filled with pirates, it was most unusual. It was rather quiet, an odd comment here or there, but otherwise there was nothing but silence. Surely they weren't all sitting around listening to the rain. Archie couldn't figure it out. But he knew one thing, these people certainly weren't living up to his expectations of the loud, fearless persons he always thought pirates to be. The squirrel on his left shifted around on his stool, staring even harder at the parchment. Sweat popped out on a face that was now a color that reminded Archie of the paper in the print shop, a colorless, pasty white. Good for paper, not for squirrels. "Well?" a low, deep voice rolled out from a dark corner and broke the silence so suddenly that it startled Archie. "Give us the news then, Harper." Ah, well now. Things may get lively yet, Archie thought, casting a quick look to the corner from where the voice rumbled. It was too dark to see the man who sat against the wall, but Archibald got a good look at the pair of worn, dark leather boots propped up on the table, and the curling wisps of cigar smoke that floated up to the rafters. "It says a r-roy, royy…" the squirrel named Harper stuttered, the paper shaking in his hands. "Ach! The man canna read it anymore than the rest o' us." A complaint hurtled from one of the tattooed blokes at the opposite end of the bar. As if he were getting more anxious, Harper tried again, his voice in a near squeak, "A royy-alll…" Archie spied the lettering, and against his better conscience, whispered just loud enough that Harper would hear, "A royal pardon is offered to those pirates who surrender on or before the fifth of September, this year of 1718." He waited as Harper relayed the message, then continued, "Being limited to crimes committed before the fifth of January. All other crimes committed after such date, will be considered for a death of hanging." Archie sensed the old man on the other side of him shuffle about, as if he were searching for something on the insides of his pockets, but Archie's attention was fixed on the squirrel he saved. Harper turned and gave him a toothless, yet thankful, smile and set to guzzling the contents of his glass as quickly as possible in an effort to calm his shaking nerves. "Well, that counts us out, lads," a dark chuckle came from the corner, "'No pardon for the likes o' us, I fear. We all be hanged." "Aye, but they must catch us first. I won't be finding me neck in a noose," a shout rang out, followed by the murmur of agreement from all the others as they lifted their glasses in salute. Feeling rather in-tune with the pirates, Archibald picked up his glass as well and toasted the luck of the now boisterous lot, draining the last contents of his glass. Some small part of his brain noted that while the ale was certainly vile before, it also became bitter the longer it sat. The bitterness left nearly as soon as he noticed it, having been replaced with a rather calming sensation. Pirates truly weren't a bad lot, he thought sleepily, just people like everyone else. They were only misunderstood. He turned to convince the elderly gentleman on his right of exactly that, when the darkness came and took over. The last thing he heard was the old man chuckle, singing softly, "Yo-ho, me mateys, yo-ho…"
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"Careful now, lads, mind the poor lout's head, aye? He'll be having a dreadful headache come morning without any extra bumps ye'd be givin' him along the way." The voice was familiar—rather achingly so—though Archie couldn't quite seem to get his faculties in order to remember who the owner of the voice was. The few times he could open his eyes, nothing at all made sense. It all came and went in blurs with distorted figures he couldn't quite make out. The darkness came and went, so in the end, he figured it better to keep his eyes shut for the time being and try to concentrate on other things, foggy and confusing as they might seem. He thought he was being drug along the rough boards of the pier, and while that familiar voice seemed to care about the condition of his head, his legs and backside seemed to be another matter entirely of which the man cared not a whit as they bumped him along each splintering plank. Luckily, the drug slipped in his drink deadened the pain, and he only registered the faint, odd pricks and scrapes where the wood had its way with his flesh. "He's got hair like black candles, he does," a crackling voice snickered by his head. "Aye, Smee, are we taking this poor soul aboard for his long locks? Did the Cap'n order you fetch him a wifey, then?" another voice chimed in, followed by raucous laughter, and a low retort from the man named Smee that Archibald couldn't make out. "A good bit heavier than he looks," the first voice by his head huffed, "Slow ye down a bit, Murph. I'm losin' my grip. Oh drat, there he goes!" And those were the last words Archibald ever heard on the shores of bonnie England as his head hit the pier and the darkness crept over him once again.
AUTHOR BIO
K.R. Thompson lives in southwest Virginia with her husband, son, three cats, and an undeterminable amount of chickens. An avid reader and firm believer in magic, she spends her nights either reading an adventure or writing one. She still watches for evidence of Bigfoot in the mud of Wolf Creek.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS
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RELEASE BLITZ ~ THE ZEN LOUNGE ~ A.C. MELODY
BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – The Zen Lounge
AUTHOR – A.C. Melody
GENRE – Erotic SciFi Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – November 1, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 288 pages / 99,515 words
PUBLISHER – Red Sage Publisher
COVER ARTIST – Niina C (Cover Designer for Red Sage Publishing)
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Welcome to the Zen Lounge, twenty-one floors of customizable carnal pleasures to fulfill your wildest fantasies. Even in the year 2192, it shouldn't exist but Voryk Kade simply couldn't ignore the urge to take a closer look. What he finds is a woman bent on ruining everything he'd ever believed to be true. She holds the key to all of Voryk's darkest, neediest desires and despite her silence, provides the proof behind his belief that there is something far seedier going on under the high-end gloss of professional eroticism.
Enlisting the help of his closest friends, Voryk's only goal is to keep Nexlana safe, naked and his. Unfortunately, she was already someone's favorite pet and when Master comes calling, it’s with a vengeance and the intent of never letting her slip away again. Haunted pasts continue to resurface, only Nexlana's might be far deadlier than any of them could have guessed—connections between her, arson, an assassination and a cold case no one ever wanted to delve into again. To stop the worst case scenario from taking place, they must finally figure out just who in the hell the Master really is.
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EXCERPT
The waiter lifted the linen, still shouting at him, and the entire restaurant gasped in horrified unison. Voryk's head spun deliriously and he grinned like the devil. Wrapping his hands around the woman's head, his fingertips dug into the flesh of her scalp.
“Teeth,” he ordered through clenched ones. “More teeth.”
When she didn't hesitate to comply, Voryk's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Pain and pleasure collided, melding into one, all-consuming sensation that ripped through his core and the darkness danced in glee.
“Signore!” the waiter bellowed, slamming his hand down onto the table.
Voryk yanked his hand off of the woman's head, grabbed the fork from his plate and stabbed it through the back of the waiter's hand. Even as he howled in pain, no blood came forth—he just began to dematerialize right on the spot. Chaos erupted. People screaming and running, even while more waitstaff and the maitre d' ran toward Voryk's table.
The act of violence, even against a hologram, shot Voryk right over the edge. Gripping his companion's head again, he held her firmly in place as he erupted down her hot, clenching throat. Panting, heart still racing, Voryk looked up with very little interest when the maitre d' pounded a fist down on the table.
“Holo,” he roughed out. “End scenario.”
AUTHOR BIO
A.C. Melody spent the first few years of her life in Hanau, Germany, the hometown of the Brother's Grimm. An Army brat, she moved around quite a bit growing up. She's survived being snowed into her house, severe sunburns and weekly tornado visits – and that was just in Texas! Now, a proud resident of the beautifully green Pacific Northwest for over 20 years, she's trying to survive raising two teenage sons, while chasing her lifelong dream of sharing her stories with the world.
Coming from a background of artists and musicians, A.C. appreciates everything creative. She's an avid reader, professional smartass and javaholic. Always the whimsical daydreamer (a matter that got her into more trouble than not during her school years), she believes in the magic of the written word, the power of music and in the strength of humanity. In her own words: “I am an introverted people person, because I was born to be the biggest contradiction of my life! But, if you touch my coffee, we're gonna have problems...”
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COVER REVEAL ~ SUSPICIOUS MINDS ~ ELIZABETH REYES
Title: Suspicious Minds (Fate, #3)
Author: Elizabeth Reyes
Genre: NA | Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Early 2015
Synopsis
Good girls cheat too.
It's a bitter reality Lorenzo Moreno knows all too well.
After his "good girl" fiancée blind sides him by cheating on him with her ex Lorenzo swears off relationships for a while, if not forever.
Until Fate steps in.
Unable to fight the incredible pull he feels to Olivia, a girl who was supposed to be just a meaningless one night stand, Lorenzo gives into his heart. But only after making one thing utterly clear. He will not deal with any exe's or other men in her life. Period.
She's not that person anymore.
For too long Olivia Romero shamefully put up with an manipulative and overly controlling boyfriend. So when fate pairs her up with the gorgeous but intense Air Force pilot she's ready to stand her ground. Cutting all ties with her ex is no sacrifice for Olivia. It's why she willingly complies with Lorenzo's uncompromising stipulation.
As their relationship intensifies so does Lorenzo's suspicions about any man in her life. Determined to not be that weak girl anymore, Olivia demands to be trusted. Despite how vehement her new boyfriend can be, her diligence seems to be working.
But when an unforeseen crisis arises Olivia is forced to make a decision. A decision she knows in Lorenzo's jaded and suspicious mind could be unforgivable.
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"I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime, it's an unyielding calling and my passion." ~Elizabeth Reyes~
USA Today Bestselling Author, Elizabeth Reyes continues to answer her calling on a daily basis. Since releasing her debut novel FOREVER MINE (MORENO BROTHERS #1) in 2010 she has since published six more in that series, FOREVER YOURS, SWEET SOFIE, WHEN YOU WERE MINE, ALWAYS BEEN MINE, ROMERO and MAKING YOU MINE, with more stories about the Moreno family and their friends to come. She's also published a second series, 5th Street which includes, NOAH, GIO, HECTOR, ABEL. FELIX the fifth in the series is scheduled to release November 13th 2014. Her Moreno Brother's spinoff series FATE includes FATE, & BREAKING BRANDON, there is also more of this series still to come. Her latest release and first in a brand new series is DESERT HEAT about the diverse but equally sexy Santiago Brothers living in Las Vegas.
When she's not writing (which is rare)she spends as much time as she can with her husband of over twenty years, two teen children, Great Dane, Dexter and big fat lazy cat, Tyson.
COVER REVEAL ~ ONE DANCE WITH A STRANGER ~ JU EPHRAIME
Title: Dance with A Stranger
Author: Ju Ephraime
Genre: Adult, Romance
Release Date: January 15, 2015
Mesmerized by the sensuous moves of the stranger who danced with her at the Lucian Club, Caitlynn Pilgrim has been trying for almost two years to get him out of her mind, with no success. Until that night, she was perfectly happy with her single life and was not looking for a man to complicate it, but this stranger with his seductive moves has her rethinking that decision. So, for over a year, she has been returning to the club, hoping to run into him and have one more dance with him. Alas, Caitlynn does not know the stranger's name or even what he looks like. She was so taken with dancing with him, she’d neglected to look into his face, and when she was suddenly called away by her friend, Esther, she’d returned to pick up where she left off only to find him gone.
Andre Cunningham burns with memories of the beautiful, passionate woman he danced with two years ago at the club. He had spotted her as soon as she walked in, waving her hand in the air. He’d danced up to her and, without uttering a word, fitted his body against hers. They moved together as one. She was as fluid as honey, weaving her magic over him, until he was intoxicated. Just as he was about to ask her name, she separated herself from him and went to talk to her friend… she did not return… he was devastated. From that day to now, he has haunted the club every chance he gets, searching for his mysterious dancer, but so far, it has been an effort in futility. This Labor Day will be two years since that unforgettable dance. He hopes this will be the night he reconnects with his mysterious dancer, even if he has to search every corner of the Club. He will not give up until he finds her. She has branded him with her magic, and ruined him for all others.
Ju Ephraime began writing professionally at age 19; at that time, she wrote short stories for the local radio station in her home town. She gave up writing to pursue her education and has since earned several degrees, including two Masters and a Doctorate in Higher Education Administration from Northeastern University in Boston. During the course of her schooling, she wrote and published a working curriculum for a career school, a business manual and its answer key, as well as other literary work. In 2010 she revisited her first love, writing for fun and enjoyment. She writes high heat, steamy, romance novels. The first was, State of Ecstasy in the LaCasse series, which was soon followed by, Temptation to Sin, Loving Therèse, #2 in the LaCasse series. Ju has gone on to write several more books, including, The Odor of Violet, on tour this month, Complete Surrender, #3 in the LaCasse series; as well as, a Christmas Novella, Footsteps in the Sand and her award winning paranormal, White Magic Woman, Quarterfinalist in Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest, 2013, out of over 10,000 entrants.
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