Thursday, January 29, 2015

SALE: The Beauty Series, by Georgia Cates




The New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-selling Beauty Series is now available in a single volume.

BEAUTY FROM PAIN: Aussie winemaker Jack McLachlan and American musician Laurelyn Prescott agree to a three month relationship while keeping their true identities secret.

BEAUTY FROM SURRENDER: A heartbroken Laurelyn Prescott returns to Nashville to pursue her music career and finds the success she’s always dreamed of. Jack Henry McLachlan spends three months searching for his beloved but their reunion doesn’t come easy. Will she be able to see beyond the glitz glamour and visualize a life that includes him?


BEAUTY FROM LOVE: Life for Jack Henry and Laurelyn is beautiful until their post-wedded bliss is cut short when his dark past springs into their present happiness. He wants to shelter Laurelyn but keeping her untainted by his previous life proves impossible when yesterday’s sins insist on returning to haunt him. Will it be possible for them to find happiness in their forever with a past like his?






Beauty from Pain Excerpt

Jack McLachlan’s POV


I sit in the dark corner and scan the room like a starved predator searching for prey. I haven’t chosen her yet, but the woman who will share my bed for the next few months is in this room right now.
I watch a lovely blond approach my table. “What can I bring you?” Hmm. A waitress—not at all my usual taste.
I have a type. Attractive. Mature. Refined. This barmaid meets the attractive requirement well enough, but she’s void of refinement or maturity as displayed by her choice of apparel—a white, barely there tank top and frazzled cutoff denim shorts. She doesn’t do it for me. Plus, my last two companions were blond. I want a different flavor this time, but no redheads. I want a brunette. A beautiful one.
I remind myself I’m not in Sydney where I have an endless variety of sophisticated women from which to choose. My choices are more limited in the small town of Wagga Wagga, but that doesn’t mean I have to settle for the first attractive woman I see.
“I’ll have a Shiraz.”
I’m prepared for a more prolonged relationship this time—three whole months instead of the usual three or four weeks. I’m looking forward to keeping this one around a little longer, and that’s all the more reason to be certain I make a wise choice.
I begin my search of the club with the first table toward the front of the room. A brunette beauty sits with a group of women. I watch her for a while, but decide she’s too friendly with the woman sitting next to her. Lesbians aren’t in my repertoire.
I spend the next hour scanning the club and come up empty-handed. I’m discouraged. No one stands out as the one and this club is by far my best bet for meeting single women in this town. Maybe I should consider coming back another time when it’s not open mic night. Tonight, the place is crawling with boozed college students.
Tonight’s search has been a failure, but at least the karaoke was entertaining.
I’m finishing off the last of my wine before I leave when an announcer from the club takes the stage and asks for the next singer to step forward. A small group of people across the room nominates one of its own. My view of the poor bastard is blocked by the crowd of intoxicated kids standing between us, but I’m certain this is going to be another delightful train wreck.
The club erupts into cheer and chants. “Do. It. Do. It. Do. It.” A young woman walks onto the stage and stands with her back to the crowd as she lifts a guitar from its stand. She lifts its strap over her head and then tosses her long brown hair over one shoulder. When she’s finished settling the guitar into place, she circles around and sits on the stool in the middle of the stage.
She’s beautiful. And somehow overlooked during my search.
She’s wearing a short ivory dress and a denim jacket with brown cowgirl boots. She bares her thighs as she lifts her feet to rest on the bottom rail, but she’s careful to push her dress between her legs so she doesn’t provide a peep show to the crowd.
She strums the borrowed guitar a few times and then leans into the microphone. “Is everyone having a good time tonight?”
She’s American. I think. Her accent sounds different—not like what I’ve heard in the past.
The crowd erupts into a drunken cheer and I hear a man’s voice yell over the crowd, “It’s better now, sweet thing!”
She smiles and adjusts the mic. “I’m not from around here. It’s my first night in Australia.”
“Leave with me and I’ll make you feel right at home!” a man shouts from the back of the room.
She ignores the fat, ugly bastard yelling at her. “I don’t know what kind of music Australians like, but this has been one of my favorites for as long as I can remember.” She strums a few more chords. “This is ‘Crash Into Me’ by the Dave Matthews Band.”
She sings it slower than the original, putting her own twist on it. Her voice is raspy and sexy, her eyes closed. She oozes eroticism. She tilts her head and opens her eyes when she begins to sing the chorus. I swear it feels like she’s looking right in my direction, singing to me. “Oh, and you come craasshh … into me. And I come into … you … And I come into you … in a boy’s dream … in a boy’s dream.”
The stage lights shine in her face and common sense tells me she can’t see me sitting in the dark corner at the back of the club, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping.

She finishes the chorus and shuts her eyes again. Her long legs bounce against the rail of the stool to keep rhythm and I fall victim to her siren’s song. She has bewitched me. And I want her. She’s the one.


Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.



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Blake

Saturday, February 14, 2009

THE WEEKEND WASN’T GOING to make anything better, but I had to give it a shot. I was shaking. Running the razor up my soapy leg. I’d been nervous all day. It had to be the last time, but I wanted to make it count. I knew how twisted that was. Finish on top, as they say. After tonight I’d go back to being the adoring fiancée. I’d be faithful. And if that was my last night with Casey, I’d need to make it count. I wanted to remember every second. After my legs were smooth and everything else was in order. I put my face under the hot stream of water coming from the showerhead. I thought about the shower we took in Seattle. About how his hands roamed my body and touched me everywhere a man could touch a woman. My hand ran down to my core, feeling my trimmed hair. God I want to feel you bare. I don’t want anything in between us. His words echoed through my mind and I reached for the soap and the razor. I’d gone down to naked skin before, but it was a very, very long time ago. I thought it was probably in college. I took my time, doing a thorough job. When I was finished my skin felt new and sensitive. Like the hair had been hiding me from wondrous sensations. I ran my fingers over myself and anticipated Casey’s doing the same. After I had dried myself and applied his favorite-smelling lotion, I blow dried my hair, then stained my cheeks and lips and darkened my eyes and lashes. I pulled a black garter up each leg. I wasn’t going to be wearing much, but I wanted to enjoy him taking his time removing them. I pulled the black, thigh-high stocking up my calves and fastened them to the garters with the clips that hung from ice-blue bows. I slipped my legs through the black silk underwear and prepared myself for the icing on the cake. The set that I’d ordered, and was currently dressing in, came with a corset. It was black with ice-blue ribbons matching the bows on the garters and panties. It laced up the front. I’d looked at the ones that laced from behind, but they looked like a nightmare. I’d already have a struggle getting into one I could watch myself lace. When the last hook and eye was latched, I straightened it and pulled. Instantly my chest looked bigger, fuller and heaved from the already very low-cut fabric that held my breasts. I ran my hands up the sides, feeling the rigid and straight boning, and yet I felt so comfortable and held together. I pulled on the blue silk robe that completed the ensemble and went out into the main room to find the shoes and start a fire. I plugged my phone into the suite’s speakers and got out the champagne, putting it on ice in a bucket on the coffee table in the main room. I brought a plate of cheese and fruit to the table and then I went back to the kitchenette for the last piece. The courage. The kind from a bottle. I had ordered a small decanter and placed it on the table as well. I was going to need a few shots if I ever had a prayer of pulling this off. Seduction wasn’t my forte. But he deserved it. I usually felt so awkward and clumsy during sex. Well. Not with Casey. With him I felt worshiped and desired. He acted like he craved me in the way he moaned from kissing my neck sometimes. It made me feel special. Made me feel sexy and wanton. I arranged the extra pillows and blankets, that I’d ordered up, and they looked so inviting there on the floor in the center of the room. I’d given it some thought on my plane ride here this morning. I wanted the night to be unforgettable. It was already unforgivable. I downed two shots. Back to back. The cognac tasted sweet and bold. The taste lingered on my tongue. I left the robe on. I wanted him to open me like an expensive gift. I wanted to watch his eyes up close when he saw what I was hiding underneath. I’d told him to be there at eight and it was five to when he knocked. I’d left him a key—as was customary for us at hotels then—knowing he would use it if I didn’t answer. I rose to my feet, with an extra four inches added from the Brian Atwood heels which Reggie bought me for Christmas. How was I to know they’d come in so handy when I’d sent him a joking picture in a text message version of a fairy-tale princess’s Christmas list? As I stood there preparing myself, my heartbeat didn’t exactly feel fast; it just felt strong. A powerful pulsing that reverberated throughout my whole body. The door handle clicked. I’d turned the lights out, only a few recessed lights over the bar area and the fireplace remained lighting the room. It was tastefully amber and dim. The backlighting behind his body from the bright hallway, when he opened the door, gave me a chill. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and looked so masculine in profile. It fit to his tight body in magical ways. His hair was tamed back with that miracle product he used to make it look controlled, and in the light, I could see the front was beginning its rebellion, loosening and falling forward more than it should. He looked like a king. King Casey. He closed the door gently and pocketed his hand into his slacks making the fabric taught over his already visible bulge. I licked my lips. I wanted another shot, but I didn’t dare move. His blue eyes glittered from the lick of the flames behind me. The song changed. I recognized it within the first few chords. The single guitar. The arpeggio. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room. I swallowed. Eyeing him standing there, looking at me, the beautiful confusion of it all made my mouth water. His eyes wandered over me like a search light, both warning and guiding my body home. He walked toward me and I started forward to meet him halfway, but he held a hand up and stopped where he was when we were still feet apart. “You look like my wildest dream.” His perfect hand still hung in the air. “Let me look you at you little more. This memory has to last me long time, honeybee.” He pandered his time. I watched him examine every detail of me. I thought I’d feel self-conscious, but the opposite happened. I was proud, and having him take the time to look at every one of the things I’d done to get his attention felt so gratifying. I had prayed that at least one would capture his interest. The corners of his lips quirked when his eyes shifted focus down toward my garter clips. He faked coolness by biting his bottom lip, but he didn’t fool me. Finally, he said, “Come here.” My right leg, my left leg and I, we all went to him together. My entire body working on its own. It was so easy. “Wait, one more thing,” he interjected. Then did the international sign for spin-it-a-around, his smile bleeding through every feature on his face. His eyes looked like neon in the darkness. I did a slow twirl, looking over my shoulder on my way back around. I batted my eyes to get a reaction. “You look like the definition of temptation.” His eyes squinted and he pantomimed a come-here head nod. God, his claws were sunk so deep into me. If I looked like temptation, he looked precisely capable of charming-the-pants-off the Queen of England. With my shoes, the height brought my eyes to his lips, my favorite latitude on planet Earth. He ran a hand over my hair and pushed it behind my shoulder. “I can almost taste you, you smell that good,” he said, hushed. “You did all of this for me?” “I did.” I was fixated on his mouth. I wanted to put my lips on him. I wanted to touch and undress him, but this was his show and I was only too happy letting him run it. The energy coming off him was palpable. “Do you know how hard I am? I don’t know if you considered my lack of restraint when it comes to you this close to me.” His hands grazed way down my arms. “What is all of this?” “I wanted to do something for you.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I want to make you happy. I want to be your Valentine.” I took a deep breath, the anticipation of his body hot against mine at the forefront of my thoughts. “Open me.” Ten fingers rushed my face and his lips crushed mine. Then he lifted me into the air. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth. His arms wrapped around me and held me close. Mine went straight into his hair, my fin-gers spreading to get a grip on my unavoidable man. “You taste like the night we met,” I heard him say. He walked us farther into the room, me in his arms, our mouths tasting one another, his tongue circling mine to a beat unheard before. I let my head fall to his neck and I opened my mouth to wet him with kisses, inhaling his scent—earthy and masculine and something sweet and only him. The music changed again, but at that time, I couldn’t tell you what the song was. When my feet touched the floor again, his hands were urgent. He undid the bow where my robe tied in the front and he pushed the silk off my shoulders. The fabric easily slid off me. The look in his eyes was feral. “Look at you. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He teased as his hands found my breasts and cupped me. Like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch, he roamed me. Over the tight trussed-up corset, around to my ass, and back in quick succession. “I’ve missed you. I know I’m not good to you and I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing where the words were coming from. With a finger over my mouth he said, “Shhh. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.” He was right. He did handle it, but what I didn’t know was how. I could barely manage. He continued, “You’re my Valentine. Tonight you’re mine. Understand me? Even your thoughts.” He caressed my cheek. “Don’t think about anything but me. That’s what I want. I’m going to take every-thing you’re wearing off. I’m going to touch every inch of you with my mouth. And I’m not going to pretend this is just a fling tonight, like I’ve done every time. For one night, I want you to pretend like it’s me you’re promised to,” his thumbs ran over my lips, “Mine to care for and adore. Say yes to me. Even if it is only for tonight. Please?” His words came honest. I knew he didn’t always say what he felt, because of me. Because I fought my feelings hard and so, battled his as well. I’d said the most honest sentence I had, “Then I’m yours.” And with all my damned heart, I wished the words were true. He had never offered me more, and I didn’t think he ever would. He took his time unwrapping me. I luxuriated in the feeling of his hands on me and my body followed his gentle direction. When the cor-set was gone and I stood there in my panties, my hands began wandering him. I couldn't help want to touch his body the way he had been mine. My nimble fingers undid the button on his coat and he shrugged out of it. My hands untucked his pressed dress shirt and began the climb of buttons separating him from me. I pulled it open and found him, like always, well defined and muscular. His stomach cut with lean muscles that flexed under my hands. His chest strong and firm. The long ridge of his collarbone, my favorite meal. I didn’t bother with removing his shirt. Having even the slightest access to him was enough for me. In my panties, stockings, and shoes I bent down to my knees with one thing in mind. I wanted to taste, to touch, and to have all of him. To please only him. I kissed along the top edge of his dress pants, undoing his belt, and pulling it through its loops. Then, I tossed it away. The zipper went the way zippers do in these situations, and to my wonderful surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I smiled at my discovery. It looked like he had finally made a decision about his undergarments. My mouth continued to water. His skin, too, was bare. But unknown to him, so was I. My fingers circled underneath his length and pulled him out. I ran both of my hands under his pants to his ass and pulled them down farther to expose his scrotum, taught and collected tightly against him. Everything about him was beautiful. I took him into my mouth and felt him flex inside me, growing even fuller. The taste of him was so intoxicating. His skin was like catnip and the more I had of it the more I needed. I looked up at him to see him watching me in wonder, his jaw ticking and every glorious muscle from my face to his was in full view. I moaned around his cock, the sight of him like this stealing the remnant of every wayward thought from my head. It was only him and me. This night was for us. I moved to a slow beat, enjoying every twitch, every breath he took while I pleasured him. He stood anchored in his spot. He brushed my hair back away from me, threaded his fingers through it, and pushed himself deep inside me before he pulled out of me and urgently pulled me up his decadent body. He kissed me, still holding my head in his hands with my hair. It was rough and his chest rose and fell in time with mine. “Go lay down over there, Blake. I want to play with my Valentines’ gift.” A shiver ran through me. He released my hair and I backed up without looking at where I was going. My body on autopilot, I did what I was told. I felt brazen and daring. I felt like I was living a fantasy. I leaned back on my elbows and drew my legs up then parted them like I’d dreamt of doing so many nights on the phone. He came to crouch next to me and took stock of the table’s offerings. “May I have a drink, honeybee? Good choice with the cognac. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sentimental.” His voice was rich with sensuality, but his eyes were alight with happiness. He was going to play with me. I was his toy tonight. His toy. He fixed himself a drink. Two pieces of ice clanked in the glass, then two fingers of the sweet liquor followed. He brought the short glass to his lips and hummed his pleasure at the taste. I was on fire and the anticipation of him touching me was thrumming through my veins. His shirt was open and his pants, although still undone in the front were pulled back up. The runaway lock of hair, which had broken formation from the rest, was gathering company from us running our hands through it. While I’d been studying him, I hadn't paid attention to my wandering hand that was now rubbing my breast. My mouth was open and I was nearly panting. After he drank down half of the glass, he touched my leg at the knee and leisurely ran his fingers up the skin to my thigh. His barely there touch wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I spread my legs farther for him and unabashedly ran my hand to my sex. I rubbed myself over my panties trying to satisfy a need that was blazing deep inside me. His eyes watched me touch myself and I saw that his desire matched mine. The usually cool and easy-going Casey, was again gone, and in his place was the take-control lover I dreamed about nearly every night. On his knees he climbed closer to me, between my legs, and his hand met mine. “I want you, Casey.” He replied, with a firm demanding voice, “Say it again.” “I want you.” Maybe it was the ambiance and romantic mood of the room. Maybe I felt so free because it was, decidedly, my last time with him. That singular thought made me panic and I had to remind myself why. I had to recite in my head, Because you’re marrying another man. Because Casey only likes chasing you. Because he doesn’t want the same things you do. He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want a home. He likes traveling and being carefree. And it was those exact things that made me believe I had to leave him and made my heart retch to let him go. Because he would never offer me anything different and I could no longer live with the desperate yearning I had for him, that was entwined with my deeper desires for home, future, and stability. Then he caught me and halted the runaway train that was my thoughts. “I told you, honeybee. No thinking like that.” Had I said all that out loud? Or was it possible my thoughts were loud enough to hear. Still, even though my mind was playing chess with itself, my body and heart never strayed. They belonged to him. “Then kiss me. Distract me.” He reached for the table and his glass, emptying it in his mouth and I watched as he downed every last drop, including the ice. Returning the empty glass to the table, his eyes found mine and I saw a hint of mischief. He dipped his head to my neck. The sensation was hot, but I could feel the coolness of the ice at the same time. He kissed my chest and when he took my nipple into his mouth the ice across my warm flesh sent a rush of need straight through me. I bucked my hips trying to find the pressure and friction I craved, but he backed away and down my body, taking his ice with him. When he got to the elastic at the top of my panties he stopped and looked up at me. “You’re so beautiful, Blake. Your body was made for me.” He kissed above the little blue bow on my panties. He said, low and sultry, “Your smell haunts me.” He dipped his head lower and breathed me in, his eyes flickering as he inhaled. “I crave the taste of you, like a man starved.” Sitting up a little, he grasped both sides of the thin string that circled my hips on both sides of the expensive lingerie bottoms. Then they were gone. He caressed me with his stare. His eyes took in my bared flesh and he prayed, “Mercy.”

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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Cover Reveal: Clear, by Jessica Park

Check out the gorgeous cover for CLEAR: A Death Trippers Novel by Jessica Park!

Title: CLEAR: A Death Trippers Novel
Age: NA
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Author: Jessica Park
Cover Designer: The Cover Lure
Release date: February 17, 2015

Synopsis
Stella Ford’s grasp on reality is already loose, and it’s about to come undone.

When the college junior flees Chicago and leaves her toxic family behind, she heads for coastal Maine to find the one person who brought her peace years ago: Sam Bishop. But the Sam she once knew now has painful secrets.  

Stella is determined to heal them both. Healing, however, is a challenge when the walls of her everyday existence collapse. And when Sam’s best friend is his worst enemy.

When the line between life and death blurs.

When an end is just a beginning.

When lust and rage rule.

Yet during extraordinary chaos, there can be extraordinary love, even if that love comes with a twist.

Welcome to death tripping.

A thriller, a paranormal, and a passionate romance, CLEAR crosses genres and breaks boundaries.








About Author Jessica Park

Jessica is the author of LEFT DROWNING, the New York Times bestselling FLAT-OUT LOVE (and the companion piece FLAT-OUT MATT), and RELATIVELY FAMOUS. She lives in New Hampshire where she spends an obscene amount time thinking about rocker boys and their guitars, complex caffeinated beverages, and tropical vacations. On the rare occasions that she is able to focus on other things, she writes.

Please visit her at jessicapark.me and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/authorjessicapark and Twitter @JessicaPark24

Review: Captive Films Season One (Episodes 1-6) by Jillian Dodd



Synopsis

Meet Riley Johnson. CEO of Captive Films. 
Hot. Rich. Privileged. Seriously Single. 
There could never be a reality show about my life. 
It’d just be work and sex. 
Lots and lots of sex. 
No breakups. 
No fights with friends. 
Zero drama. 
Drama’s for the movies. 
Not for me. 
I’m Riley Johnson. 
I’ve got it all. 
Brand new jet. Exotic cars. Luxury penthouse. Black card. A different aspiring actress (or two) every night. 
I run Captive Films. 
Where we leave you begging for more. 
Or maybe that’s just me. 
My life is perfect. 
. . . Until she walks back into it. 


Review
4.5 out of 5 stars

Anyone who has been around our blog for any amount of time knows we love Jillian Dodd.  It's no secret we were/are slightly obsessed with The Keatyn Chronicles.  We're the blog partners who would read a chapter and then call each other to discuss the details because we could't get the story out of our head.  As much as we loved the amazing, perfect finale to the series we were even more excited when we learned Jillian was creating a spin off series, Captive Films!

What's unique about the Captive Films series are that the books were written and released one week apart, for 6 weeks.  The books are written such as a television series so each week you get a new episode.  For those of us who don't have a lot of time to read, getting quick novella's type length stories to read once a week is perfect!  Pretty much every book in the series took me between 35-45 minutes to read and like a favorite television show and in typical Jillian Dodd fashion, these "episodes" will leave you hanging and wanting more!

Even though it's been 10 years I couldn't help but be surprised at just how much some of the characters, particularly Riley, had changed since their time in KC.  You see a glimpse of the changes at the end of Get Me, but I'll be honest there are times I would have like to beat Riley in Season One. He is a very jaded, cynical character since he and Ariela split.  While it's sad to see him like this, I can't wait to see how Jillian spins it all around!  It's what she does best.

One of the best things about this series, for me is the fact we get to hear so many different POV's.  So many interesting things have happened over the last 10 years and it was a lot of fun to hear the sordid details from each person's perspective.  

In conclusion, this series is excellent.  Written in perfect Jillian Dodd fashion it's a fun, sexy, crazy series.  Jillian has a true knack for making you want to scream at her characters one minute only to melt into a puddle the next and she always leaving you begging for more.  We are highly recommending you one-click these episodes today.  Even if you've never read the Keatyn Chronicles, Captive Films is written with new readers in mind. So if you are unfamiliar with the KC series, you're still able to pick these books up and enjoy the story immensely.  

New Release: Dance With My Heart, by Meda White



Synopsis
Traumatized by her past, former police officer Jane Dillon gets a new start in Los Angeles as a bodyguard. If she weren’t so good at saving people, she might seek a new career. At least when she moonlights as a dance teacher, no one shoots at her. One impossible-to-please macho boss, one hunk of manly hot action hero, and one oversized Southern family set her on a course she never saw coming. Former Navy SEAL, Danny Baker, has a lot to deal with between his dad’s health, his sister’s public breakup, and figuring out how to get rid of a female employee without getting a sexual discrimination suit filed against him. He’s always believed it to be his duty to protect women and children, but seeing the beautiful and lethal Jane in action turns his worldview upside down. He’d almost rather go back to the jungle, except the dance floors of L.A. and the woods of Georgia are providing plenty of excitement. If they can overcome their differences, Danny's family, and Jane's past, they might find that they make the perfect team.


Excerpt
“What about you?” Danny asked. “Who taught you to dance?” “My grandfather, sort of,” Jane said. “He put me in karate and dancing when I started kindergarten. He didn’t know what to do with a little girl. I guess he tried to find balance for me.” “Thanks to him, you can kick my ass and dance circles around me,” he said over his shoulder as he did a merengue step in place, while she literally danced around him. “I’ll have to thank him if I ever meet him.” Before she returned to face him, she flared her fingers as she ran her hand across his back, feeling the taught muscles there. She tore her gaze from the fluid movement of his hips to see his eyes twinkling with laughter. What had he been saying? Oh yeah, Grandfather. Jane didn’t have the heart to tell him her grandfather had passed. Because it reminded her of how alone she was in the world, she didn’t like to think about it. Buy 


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About Author Meda White
meda white Meda White writes sweet, sultry, and southern contemporary romance. She resides in the Southeastern United States with her husband and a very spoiled furbaby. When not writing, you might find her making music, shooting zombie targets, teaching yoga, or explaining the meaning of her unusual first name.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Happy Birthday Jillian Dodd!!!

It's Jillian Dodd's birthday 
 she has a present for you! 

For ONE WEEK ONLY, you can get the entire Keatyn Chronicles - SEVEN BOOKS - for 99 cents!

Keatyn has a life most girls would dream of.
She's the daughter of America's favorite actress. Has a closet full of designer clothes. A Malibu beach house. The hottest boyfriend at school.
But the girl who seems to have everything isn’t happy with the direction of her life, so she makes a wish on the moon.
Follow Keatyn on her journey of discovering what's really important in life and love in this modern-day epic fairytale.
Because, sometimes, wishes do come true.

 Pick up the set for you own collection 
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FREESTALK ME - Book 1

Keatyn has everything she ever dreamed. Her life is following the script she wrote for the perfect high school experience. She's popular, goes to the best parties, dates the hottest guy, and sits at the most-coveted lunch table.

She's just not sure she wants it anymore.

Because, really, things aren't all that perfect.
Her best friend is threatening to tell everyone her perfect relationship is a scam.

Her perfect boyfriend gets drunk at every party they go to. 

It's exhausting always trying to look and act perfect.
And, deep down, she isn't sure if she has any true friends.

To add to the drama, her movie star mom has a creepy stalker.
A hot, older man flirts with her and tells her they should make a movie together.

And she's crushing on an adorable surfer. Dating him would mean committing social suicide.

So she writes a new script. One where all the pieces of her life will come together in perfect harmony. 

But little does she know, there's someone who will do anything to make sure that doesn't happen.



KISS ME - Book 2

I've always written scripts for my perfect life.
But no way could I have ever scripted this.
My life is so far from perfect, it’s not even funny.
All because of a stalker.

I’m at a boarding school where I have to lie about who I am.
I can’t see my family.
I’m tutoring a Hottie God that tortures me with his smile.
The most popular girl already hates me.
But there’s this boy.
This hot, sweet, sexy boy.
So I’m going to stop trying to script my life and just live it.
Because who knows how long I have left.


DATE ME - Book 3

I’m not scripting my life anymore.
I’m living it.
I’m done with the God of all Hotties.
I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it.
The boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava.
The boy who offered me the key to his heart.
The boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way.

There are so many things to look forward to.
Parties at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts. Shopping trips to NY.

But things aren’t always as perfect as they seem.
I find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from me.
Not that I can blame him.
I have secrets too.
But, for now, I’m going to pretend I’m just a normal girl.
I’m going to pretend he’s not still out there.
I’m going to pretend he’s not getting desperate.
I’m going to pretend I’ll never see him again.
But, I will.
And this time, I might not get away.


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LOVE ME - Book 4
My mom says that you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself.
So even though Vincent is getting more and more scary.
Even though he’s doing a nationwide search for me.
I’m going to learn to love myself.

Well, I’m going to try.
Mostly, I want a boy to love me.
But which one?

Dawson - The gorgeous boy who made a mistake, but whose molten lava kisses and steaminess I can’t freaking resist.
or
Aiden - The God of all Hotties, who is practically infused with love potion. Who I thought liked me, but now says he wants to be my friend.
or
Brooklyn - The boy that first stole my heart. Who has always loved me. Well, until the whole cabana incident.

I mean, it was bad enough when there was sort of a love triangle, but now that I’m talking to B again, it’s like I’m in a love rectangle, or a rhombus, or something.

Oh, and did I mention Cooper Steele?
The new soccer coaching, health teaching, tattooed hunk?
Who Garrett sent to school to guard my body.
I mean, be my bodyguard.

But back to loving me.
I should forget about boys and worry about me.
Love me.
Like, eventually.


http://amzn.to/1isSjeYADORE ME - Book 4.5 (Novella)

I’ve finally become the kind of girl my little sisters could look up to.
Except for the lies.
Lying to my friends is killing me.
And the longer I’m there—the closer we get—the more I feel like I’m being eaten from the inside out.
If I go back to Eastbrooke, I’ll end up nothing but a shell.
So I'm not going back.
I'm going to St. Croix by myself. And for the first time in my life, I'm okay with being alone.

Except...I don't actually end up on the island alone.



HATE ME - Book 5
I was told if I went away, he'd forget about me, lose interest, and move on.

But he hasn't.

In fact, my being gone has only made things worse.

So it's time for me to take matters into my own hands.


It's time for me to fight back.

Hey, Vincent. You ready for a little chaos?






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GET ME - Book 6

Will Keatyn get her life back?
And if she does, which life will she choose?



 

I’m a sucker for romance and write romantic stories. My first book, That Boy, was published in May 2011, and the sequel, That Wedding, in February 2012. I married my very own prince charming over 20 years ago, and he still makes me melt.

I love anything sparkly, hot pink, or bright orange. I’m hoping to have a midlife crisis soon, so I can justify the purchase of a hot pink car with thick black racing stripes. I love to paint, doodle, draw, design interiors, rearrange furniture, cheer for my Huskers, cook, entertain, and shop for shoes. I’m addicted to diet coke, Donald Pliner shoes, reading, and buffalo wing popcorn.
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Review: Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead



Synopsis  
St. Vladimir’s Academy isn’t just any boarding school—it’s a hidden place where vampires are educated in the ways of magic and half-human teens train to protect them. Rose Hathaway is a Dhampir, a bodyguard for her best friend Lissa, a Moroi Vampire Princess. They’ve been on the run, but now they’re being dragged back to St. Vladimir’s—the very place where they’re most in danger. . . .

Rose and Lissa become enmeshed in forbidden romance, the Academy’s ruthless social scene, and unspeakable nighttime rituals. But they must be careful lest the Strigoi—the world’s fiercest and most dangerous vampires—make Lissa one of them forever.


Review
5 out of 5 stars

I have read my fair share of paranormal books, definitely those of the vampire nature!  I cannot help but say "yes" to buying it if it's about vampires.  Which is hilarious because when I first picked up Twilight (before there was a movie) I was almost embarrassed to tell anyone I was reading about vampires, but it was so good I finally had to tell my best friend and now blog partner.  Anyways, obviously I adore Twilight and will fight over Edward Cullen!  So let's be honest it's pretty hard for me to find a vampire book I love as much as Twilight.  So imagine my surprise when I picked up Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy and was completely sucked in...I'm talking read all 6 books in 6 days.  I literally finished one, immediately one-clicked the next and dove right in.  I couldn't concentrate at work and I was up until 2, 3 and 4 am because I couldn't find a place to stop.  I was too addicted, I literally didn't want to put it down!

So what's the low down on Vampire Academy?  Rose and Lissa (best friends) are on the run from St. Vladimirs Academy, a private school for vampires, especially elite royalty such as Lissa.  She just so happens to be the last in a line of royalty and her Dragomir last name is revered.  Rose, is half vampire otherwise known as a Dhampir.  A Dhampir's sole purpose in life is to protect their vampires.  Rose and Lissa are not only best friends, but also share a very rare bond which allows Rose to see Lissa when they aren't together as well as experience her emotions as they are happening.  This bond is practically unheard of.  It also makes Rose the perfect Dhampir to protect Lissa.

All good stories must have a villain and in this series those villains are better knows as Strigoi.  They are the most ruthless of vampires because they feed off other Vampires, completely draining them of blood thus forcing them to turn Strigoi.  In addition they are very difficult to kill and prey predominately on hunting down the Moroi, simply known as vampire royalty.

Eventually Rose and Lissa are forced to return to St. Vladimirs Academy where typical teenage drama ensues.  But dang if I don't love it!  Those of you who enjoy the Vampire Diaries TV show I think you're going to fall in love with this series as well.  I simply cannot get enough of the over emotional, over reacting teenagers.  They are so much fun to read about and I get just as involved in their world and chooses and I do my own life!

So we've got best friends, we've got enemies, what about romance?  Meet Dimitri, another Dhampir, one who has graduated and is now a protector/guardian.  He's the one responsible for hunting down the best friends and personally returning them to the academy.  He's hot, he's guarded and he's dangerous and I adore him.  Without a doubt I could read about him all day!  As far as book vampires go, he is right there at the top of the list.  He has a broody, moody vibe and is good at keeping secrets.

In a nutshell, if you enjoy paranormal, vampire books and young adult drama enthralls you, get to one-clicking this book.  I can guarantee you won't be disappointed.  Just make sure when you sit down to start on book one that you have time to also read books 2-6 because they will CONSUME you!  From start to finish I haven't come across a better vampire series.  Vampire Academy is crazy good!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Release Post: Enchant, by Rachel Van Dyken



Stand Alone Prequel to the Eagle Elite Series 

In the mafia...only the strong survive. 
Joyce loves Luca. 
Luca loves Joyce. 
Frank loves his family and will do anything to protect it, even if it means taking away his brothers reason for existing. 
Falling, only takes one step, one movement of the chess piece, and in Joyce's fall she took more than just one heart with her. Go back to the beginning where the drama of the Elect all starts. 
Go back to the first part of the story. 
Where true love tried to conquer all. 
Where true love...failed.










Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.


She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at 
www.rachelvandykenauthor.com











Friday, January 23, 2015

Cover Reveal: The Way We Fall, by Cassia Leo

Today we have the cove reveal for Cassia Leo’s The Way We Fall! I love this cover, AND Cassia is sharing an excerpt, as well as the playlist for the book. Be sure to read all the way to the bottom for all the fantastic extras!!
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The Way We Fall Author: Cassia Leo 
  Genre: Contemporary romance 
  Release Day: February 20th   


 Synopsis
 From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a twisted and passionate love story that pushes the boundaries of loyalty. 

Maybe we shouldn’t have fallen so fast and so willingly.  Maybe we shouldn’t have moved in together before we went on our first date.   Maybe we should have given our wounds time to heal before we tore each other to shreds.   Maybe we should have never been together.   

Houston has kept a devastating secret from Rory since the day he took her into his home. But the tragic circumstances that brought them together left wounds too deep to heal.  Five years after the breakup, Houston and Rory are thrust together by forces beyond their control. And all the resentments and passion return with more intensity than ever.   Once again, Houston is left with a choice between the truth and the only girl he’s ever loved.   

The Way We Fall is the first book in The Story of Us Series, which follows the tumultuous love story of Rory and Houston. The sequel, The Way We Break, will be released Spring 2015. 

Available for $0.99 only during preorder and for the first 48 hours after release.   


Preorder on iBooks: http://bit.ly/1Af66hs   

Check out the playlist for The Way We Fall:

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Exclusive Excerpt
 “I need to talk to you about the work situation,” he says as he follows me out. “I got the contract, but I want to make sure you’re okay with this before I sign it.” “You want to know if I’ll be okay working with you?” I slide the key into the doorknob and Houston places his hand over mine to stop me from turning the knob. “I can’t go in there with you. Please stay out here until we’re done talking.” I shake his hand off and turn around to face him. “There’s nothing to talk about. You have to sign the contract. The way I feel about working with you shouldn’t matter.” “But it does matter. I don’t want to upset you. You were there first.” I can’t help but laugh. “So this is a territorial thing? You think because I was there first that I have some sort of right to keep you out?” His left eyebrow shoots up the way it always does when he’s confused and it nearly renders me mute. “Houston, if I didn’t work there you wouldn’t think twice about signing that contract. So that’s what you should do. Just… please stop making this into something it isn’t. We hardly know each other anymore, and that’s the way it’s going to remain.” He swallows hard as he lets this sink in. “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry I bothered you. I only wanted to… Never mind. I’ll get going. I have to get up early to go sign that contract. Not that you care.” He shakes his head in disappointment as he walks away and I’m glad I don’t have anything solid in my hand other than Skippy’s leash or I might throw it at the back of his head. So I’m the one who doesn’t care? Ugh. Typical Houston and his endless psychological games. Maybe I should have told him to walk away from the contract, but that would have meant admitting that he still has a strong hold over me. It also would have been the truth and the truth has never gotten me into trouble. In fact, the truth is something my previous relationship with Houston was sorely lacking. Nevertheless, I don’t need to right the wrongs we made while we were together. I don’t need to tell Houston that the sight of him makes my throat dry and my stomach flutter. He doesn’t need to know that I still go to sleep with scenes from our life together playing on repeat in my mind. Or that sometimes I wake up with his name tumbling from my lips, the remnants of dreams where he never left and nightmares where he hovers just out of reach. Before Wednesday, the last time I had seen Houston was the day after he met me at the Planned Parenthood clinic. I didn’t ask him to come, and I don’t know how he found the date and time of my appointment, but he was there when we pulled into the parking lot. Lisa, a girl from my Social Inequality class whom I’d had coffee with a couple of times, had graciously agreed to take me to the clinic. The moment I saw him leaning against his truck, I knew I had to send Lisa home. Houston would insist on taking me back to the apartment after the procedure, to watch over me. It was the last thing I wanted, to have Houston doting over me after terminating the pregnancy. But it was also the only thing I wanted. It was as if he was performing the last rites on our dead relationship.     

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About Author Cassia Leo
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.   
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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Eternal, by Rachel Van Dyken









*This is a crossover novella featuring characters from both the Seaside and Ruin series*
Lead singer of AD2 Demetri Daniels only wants one thing...

To marry the love of his life and make the day perfect for her.

But perfect isn't exactly happening, not with his sister-in-law going into labor, or with rabid fans discovering their wedding location, or birds suddenly attacking the rehearsal dinner.

It doesn't help matters that his bride to be is starstruck as singer Ashton Hyde makes a drop in appearance to start recording his new album.

Nothing is going right.


And it's about to get worse.






Excerpt

“What?” I tilted my head. “Chicken out? No striptease? Man, not even any boob. It’s like you’re too afraid to show me—“

She shoved something into my right hand.

Something lacey.

I looked down and almost passed out into the seal tank.

A black lace thong.

Her black lace thong.

Holy shit, it was still warm from her body.

“Ah—“ My voice cracked like I was twelve.

“So…” Alyssa wrapped her dainty arms around my neck. “…I gave a little. Eat the damn fish, Demetri. That’s how these things work, don’t they?”

I nipped her lower lip then pressed her against the closest wall, ready to strip off her jeans and lay claim to what had been just out of my reach. “If I eat two fish, what do I get?”

With a sultry grin, she leaned up and whispered in my ear. “Use your imagination.”

“My imagination tends to be graphic.”

“Good.” She winked. “Mine too.”

“So maybe I’ll eat three just to be safe.”

“Depends on how many surprises you want in the next few hours.” She lifted her shoulder and examined her nails like she didn’t care what I did.

I freaking downed the rest of the cup of fish — swallowed them whole — then almost died a slow death as the taste of fish permeated my mouth.

When I looked up through teary eyes, Alyssa had her phone pointed in my direction, laughing.

“Tell me—” My voice was hoarse. I had to hit my chest to keep from gagging. “Tell me it’s just a picture and not recording.”

“Say hi to your Instagram followers,” she said cheerfully.

I flipped the camera off.

She frowned.

I forced a smile then gagged again. “The things I do for sex.”

“That’s the best part, Dem.” Alyssa laughed. “You were getting it within a few hours regardless. Duh, we’re getting married.”

“But…” I shook my head. “…I thought this meant I skipped ahead a few steps, like when you get the free-pass card in board games.”

“Name the board game, and I’ll say yes.”

“Er, shit.” I was a total blank. “Monopoly.”

She gave me a thumbs-down. “But look on the bright side! You made me laugh and, honestly… taking me back here, one of the most romantic things you’ve done in the last few days. It’s where we argued, made out, talked—“

I nodded my head. “It’s where I fell for you.”

She giggled.

“It’s where my obsession with those eyes started,” I whispered. “It’s where I decided I wasn’t going to go another day, live another second, without learning everything I could about my taffy girl.”

“And so the whore married the pimp,” she teased.

“I’m the whore in this scenario, aren’t I?”

“Well, I’m the supplier, so technically, I’m the pimp, right?”

We both burst out laughing as an elderly lady walked by us and glared like we were sitting in church talking about prostitution.

“Clambake.” I held out my hand. “Then tomorrow…”

“Married.” She clenched my fingers and let out a happy sigh.


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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.


She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at 
www.rachelvandykenauthor.com