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Book Blitz, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway: Pretty Perfect

 

Pretty Perfect
Lana Sky
Publication date: May 31st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Perfection. It is an illusion that twenty-year-old Anya DeSotto strives to maintain.

The perfect ballerina.

The perfect daughter.

The perfect liar.

Everyone else seems fooled by the charade—but Anya isn’t prepared for the moment her perfect mask is cracked in half by someone much more adept at the art of pretending.

Nearly two decades her senior, Revend Marcus, the owner of a prestigious international ballet company, has no problem with breaking Anya down to suit his own twisted idea of perfection. But when a shadow from Revend’s past looms over their futures, and Anya’s insecurities push their relationship to a violent crescendo, the resulting chaos threatens to destroy them both.

Though, sometimes, even destruction can be pretty perfect.

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EXCERPT:

When I finally left the bathroom and entered the larger rehearsal room, his real voice berated me from the center of it. “About time. Warm up.”

A chandelier hanging from the ceiling was already lit, flooding the room with orange light—as well as illuminating several distinct fixtures. He owned his own piano, tucked into the corner. There was also a metal dance barre, about six feet long, placed near

the wall before me. Behind it was an even longer mirror stretching nearly all the way up to the ceiling. My reflection mocked me from it, wearing a sheer skirt that hung crookedly around my waist.

Revend frowned at the sight, though who could blame him? How in the hell was he supposed to transform this robot into a real girl?

“Warm up,” he barked, gesturing to the barre.

He never gave me any direction, so I began my usual exercises, focusing on each core muscle group one at a time. Legs. Arms. Back.

The mirror threw his reactions in my face, making them impossible to ignore. The frown when I lifted one leg over the barre. The way it grew more pronounced when I started to work on the second. How, with every plié, his narrowed gaze scanned my face for emotion.

“Look at me.”

I wasn’t brave enough to mention that I had never stopped. When I glanced over my shoulder, I found that his real expression wasn’t any warmer than the reflection.

“We will do the pas de deux from the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet,” he said. “I will only rehearse the partner work minus the lifts, but you need to know the full routine.”

The full routine. One that just so happened to include an infamous kiss at the end. Sizing Revend up, I couldn’t tell if he planned on rehearsing that part too.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why?” His eyes narrowed into slits. “Did you even read the instructions for the next round of auditions?”

I bit my lip rather than admitting my lack of preparation out loud. Two weeks. Only then did it sink in just how little time that was to prepare.

“Get into the starting position.”

I stiffened as Revend appeared behind me. Before I could react, his hand captured my waist.

“En pointe,” he commanded as his fingers flexed possessively. “Now, begin.”

What was that saying? Third time’s the charm. It fit there almost, considering that I had danced the role of Juliet only twice before in my junior year of a performance arts academy in the city. I had been an understudy at first, only to be thrust into the lead role when the principal dancer got sick off bad sushi. The reviews in the community newspaper read something along the lines of, Beautiful production but stiff female lead—an opinion Revend seemed to second.

“Don’t tense,” he hissed. His hands went to my shoulders, correcting my posture with precise nudges. “You’re stifling your own motion.”

“I don’t—”

“You don’t speak. You dance.”

Dance. I used the command as an excuse to move away from him, but I could never escape my own reflection. The woman performing a series of light steps alongside me was no Juliet. Maybe just a jilted member of the corps shoved onto the very back of the stage as a nameless extra: servant number one.

“Stop!” Revend snarled halfway through the variation. Tearing a hand through his hair, he retreated to the other end of the room.

For the first time, I realized he didn’t have his cane. It leaned against the chair in the corner.

“You’re a young girl,” he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the walls. “You’re in love. Passionate. Show me.”

How did people show passion outside of forced luncheons and silent dinners? Maybe this damn ballet held the answer; the act began with Juliet rushing excitedly to meet her Romeo. One count passed. Then another as I hesitated on the balls of my feet.

I didn’t recall Romeo having graying hair.

“You’re thinking like a child and not a dancer,” Revend scolded as if reading my mind. “All that matters is maintaining the illusion. Make me believe it!”

I launched into the steps without giving myself the chance to believe in anything—to regret having shown up at this lesson. I was Juliet, prancing across marble to meet the man she’d admired from afar. Juliet, rising on pointe to pirouette in her lover’s arms…

And I was Anya in the arms of Revend Marcus, who seized my waist mid-spin and marshaled me over to the mirror.

“Look! Watch your face,” he hissed against my ear. “Your heart is racing. Your body is tense. But what do you see?”

Negative traits stood out in stark contrast, impossible to overlook. I only saw someone in over her head, dressed in a pretty uniform that highlighted the blank, unnatural expression on her face.

Feel?

Robots couldn’t feel.

“Forget the dance.” He captured my head with his hands, raking his fingers through that perfect bun at the nape of my neck. “Only feel.” His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth as if to give me a sensation to study.

When I flinched, the nail grazed my lip. My chin. Lower…

“Ignore the source. Focus on the feeling and take what you need from it to create your own illusion.”

What I needed?

Maybe for him to stop touching me. My own family didn’t touch me. They looked. They watched. Monitored. Pitied. Hugs were for real girls; robots simply needed daily programming. The firmer Revend’s fingers dug into my hip, the more my insides twisted, struggling to register every sensation. Too warm. Too hard. Everywhere.

“S-stop—”

“No.” He muscled in even closer. My back struck his chest, his right thigh caging my hip. “Ignore everything but what you need to craft your illusion.”

Easier said than done. Only his tone kept my heart from racing. He sounded cold, like a professor attempting to show an ignorant student the folly of her ways. Even the way he touched me held purpose. His nearness forced my spine to lengthen. His hands urged my feet to turn out further, my toes perfectly pointed.

“Become Juliet,” he grunted before standing back. “Move.”

I raised my arms and turned out my left foot. I’m Juliet. I’m…

“Dead!” Revend hissed. “You’re already dead before an ounce of poison even touches your lips.”

Staring into the empty, blue eyes watching me from the mirror’s surface, I had to agree with him. I didn’t even recognize the woman he was taunting. Why did she seem so damn cold?

“Begin again,” Revend snapped, but I lifted my arms only for him to swat them down. “Try again. Move. Feel, Anya.”

He made it sound so damn easy. Feel. But how could I with no lines to recite? No fake smile to wear for show? No daddies to lie to or mommies to placate?

No script.

 

Author Bio:

Lana Sky is a reclusive writer in the United States who spends most of her time daydreaming about complex male characters and legless cats. She writes mostly paranormal romance, in between watching reruns of Ab Fab and drinking iced tea. Only iced tea.

Drain Me is her debut novel and the first novel in the upcoming “Ellie Gray Chronicles.”

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Blog Tour and Review: Moribund

 

Moribund
Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
(Circuit Fae #1)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult

Dark Fae. Romance. Evil Plots. High school. Our heroines could be in for the greatest adventure ever.

If only they could decide whether to kill or kiss each other.

High school sophomore Syl Skye is an ordinary girl. At least, she’s trying to be. School photographer and all-around geek, she introverts hard and keeps her crush on sexy-hot glam-Goth alt-rock star Euphoria on the down-low. But when a freak accident Awakens her slumbering power, Syl is forced to accept a destiny she never wanted—as the last sleeper-princess of the fair Fae.

Suddenly hunted by the dark Fae, Syl’s pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Until she discovers her secret crush, Euphoria, is really a dark Circuit Fae able to harness the killing magic in technology. Even worse, she’s been sent to destroy Syl.

With mean girls and magic and dark Fae trying to kill her, it’ll take more than just “clap if you believe in fairies” to save Syl’s bacon—not to mention, her heart.

Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.

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Author Bio:

Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.

She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.

She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.

GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.

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Quick Reasons: adorable, believable romance; unique and intriguing ideas; so much awesome action; super endearing, vibrant characters; fantastic kick-off to a new series that I can’t wait to dive into!

HUGE thanks to Genevieve Iseult Eldredge, Monster House Books, Xpresso Book Tours, and Netgalley for sending me a free egalley of this title in exchange for an honest review! This in no way altered my read of or opinions on this book.

 

And oh, my Penguins, what a surprisingly kick-ass treat this read was! These characters were so vibrantly written, I could almost believe they existed (except, you know, for the fact they really don’t–I’d have already tracked them down and befriended them if they did!) They were so adorable, I was rooting for them before I was even sure there was something there! And the dark/villainous personalities were also beautifully crafted–not overdone, but definitely complexly written.

 

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The plot was filled with mystery, suspense, and action. Genevieve Iseult Eldredge did a fantastic job of weaving the “magic” of the fae into the “reality” of her world-building. I was super captivated and impressed–the details were intricate and gorgeously manipulated, but never overwhelming or “unbelievable.” This was story-telling at its finest, in my opinion!

 

This was such an awesome introduction to the world and characters! Genevieve Iseult Eldredge did a fabulous job bringing the story to life and making me BELIEVE in it, I can’t wait to see where future installment(s) lead! I’d recommend this to lovers of magic, seekers of adventure, and those hearts ruthless for the hunt. Listen closely, Penguins; there’s music lurking between these pages!

 

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Book Blitz, Teasers, and Giveaway: Cimmerian Shade

 

Cimmerian Shade: A Limited Edition Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Collection
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

Dare to discover what lurks in the shadows in **New & Exclusive** paranormal and urban fantasy stories from your favorite NY Times, USA Today, and International Bestselling authors.

Under moonlit skies, witches, werewolves, vampires, demons, dragons, and more, battle not only for their mates, but to stay alive…

Fall for the alphas who play by their own rules despite the odds, whether century-old curses or forbidden love, or worse. For them, what lies in the darkness is worth the fight when it comes to romance.

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Kyna must battle dark magic and secret societies, deal with kidnappings and satanic weddings, as she struggles not to lose her heart to one of two men—a former Navy SEAL hired to protect her or a wizard hired to train her. Soon she will realize just how true it is that “What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”

What Lies Within Us by Kiki Howell & Gina Kincade

Inferno. The hottest paranormal nightclub in the city. Can you stand the heat?

Torch Song by Lashell Collins

Man, being a ghost sucks.”

In his stoic way, he delivered a deadpan reply. “Undeniably and indescribably.”

Ethereal Witness by Angelica Dawson

What lengths would you go to prove yourself to your family?

Love Story of a Reaper by Elvira Bathory

Her body burned for them both and the need that poured from her bloomed like the flower she thought she never could be.

Burning Midnight by Erzabet Bishop

Talk about a killer kiss.

With This Heart by Red L. Jameson

Their shared carnal voracity fanned an appetite no amount of indulgence could satisfy.

Saltwater Siren by Muffy Wilson

Drayden saved her life – but her incessant need for vengeance could mean the end of his.

Dangerous Beauty, Sexy Beast by Dariel Raye

“I’m sorry, but was someone talking about me? I thought I heard the word ‘legend’?”

Rose Tears by Amanda Pillar

Bree Brigand’s quest for the truth starts when she learns everything she knows is a lie.

Rogue by Savannah Verte

An island of secrets, a lifetime of anguish, one epic homecoming.

Hexing Hearts by Alyssa Drake

“I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I’m not in that sort of business. I’m a concierge, not a concubine!”

Dragons Curvy Concierge by Mychal Daniels

Magic doesn’t bind you to a dragon without a reason.

Credence – Moon Dragons by Decadent Kane

“Tristan had other women grace his bed, but none quite like this one. He had to hand it to whomever had delivered her to him, she definitely was Satan in a beautiful, Sunday hat.”

Kiss of the Fallen by Kharma Kelley

Pan leans down against me and whispers against my cheek, “Tears of a goddess.” His deep, riveting whisper is tantalizing. Qualm tickles under my skin with his admiration. “Forgive me, but I’m finding your tears utterly captivating.”

Selene by Shelique Lize

Dealing with vampires and demons? Piece of cake. Dealing with the ex he still loves? Not so easy…

One Last Lullaby by Kallysten

I felt the angry witch’s curse spreading through my body as if a million icy fingers were taking root under my skin. I was doomed.

Lust by Liz Gavin

“One tiny spell and Samantha’s on the run for her life.”

Witch Playground by Isis Pierce

A wolf’s love is forever…and so is the bond of the pack.

Frozen Soul by Catherine Banks

The darkness will consume them if they don’t face it together.

Taste Of Darkness by Catherine Vale

 

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Cover Reveal: Ruin Me

 

Ruin Me
Shana Vanterpool
(Crystal Gulf #3)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Crystal Gulf, Texas, breeds bad boys. Unapologetic when it comes to their desires, they destroy, they damage, and now they’re going to ruin …

Jona can’t see his lifestyle the same way after what happened to Hillary in Damage Me. Partying and getting high has amounted in only hurting himself and others. But he’s lost sober, and everything feels wrong without his one true love in his life.

Returning to Crystal Gulf was inevitable for Justine. The loss of her dreams sends her back to where they started. But there’s one silver lining, the same one that’s gotten her this far. Jona Kyles is waiting for her. The moment they reconnect, the destruction is painfully addictive.

It’s impossible not to pick up where they left off. After an impassioned night together, they didn’t expect it to come back and haunt them. Forced in the same reality, they must battle against their pasts and fears to give their second chance the future it deserves.

But some second chances come with scars …

Ruin Me, book three in the Crystal Gulf Series, is a powerful and raw second chance romance about forgiveness and growth, with a swoon-worthy bad boy and a heroine who is as strong as she is fierce.

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Justine

The stars shine brightly tonight.

The sky’s dark and unending, stretching as far as I can see. Beneath me, music pounds in the nightclub. The distant shout of cheers and life barely touch me. My arm falls away, reaching for Ryan, but he isn’t here. I was stupid to consider his presence even remotely stable in my life. He was never here to begin with.

My eyes try to focus, but I’m too far gone. Too far from everything and everyone. A groan tumbles from my lips and my heart pounds, beating in tune to the music of the nightclub Ryan drug me too.

The weight of my tongue prevents me from screaming. But I want to scream. Loudly, at the stars, at the moon, at everything that’s witnessing me fall apart silently. Like a quiet implosion, I am dissipating within myself.

The stars continue to twinkle tranquilly, uncaring.

Why should they care, after all? They’ve been witness to my self-destruction since the day I started to destruct.

I wait long after the music has stopped, until the stars are replaced by the sun, to accept that he isn’t coming back. He dragged me to L.A., sold me a dream, took my money, and left me here with the wreckage of his promises.

I usually know better than to trust a man. They lie, they cheat, and they do their best to destroy us. But Ryan’s supposed to be different. Maybe I just wanted him to be. He has a dream too. Our dreams collided the way dreams do, like addicts searching for a high long gone.

Pushing to my feet, I stretch my arms over my head, watching Los Angeles come to life. It’s so congested and confusing. Too many roads in and not enough out. I miss Crystal Gulf. I miss the balmy air and the haze of beer and sun over the city. Most of all, I miss feeling like I belong.

There’s so many of us in L.A. We all want to make it, but we aren’t exactly sure where we’ll go once we do. Begging to be seen in a city of millions for just as many reasons was starting to drain me.

Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe it’s time I let my dreams go. What had they gotten me? Broke, alone, and single aren’t on my list of aspirations, despite how often I end up there.

I dig in my purse, bleary-eyed and hungover, finding enough cash left to get me home. On my way down the sleeping street, I call Ryan.

Instead of saying ‘hello,’ he sighs.

“Where are you?”

“On my way to Portland. I tried to call you,” he lies. In the background, I hear female giggles.

“So, it’s over, Ryan? You don’t need me anymore?” We were supposed to go to Portland together and meet with a record label.

He sighs again, but it’s far less breathy, and ten times more dismissive. “You’re a great singer, Justine. But you’re not … you know … commercial. You’re never going to make it past bar gigs and playing for change. I am. I don’t want you holding me back.”

I should have seen this coming. In all honesty, I hadn’t wanted to. Things at home had gone from overwhelming to empty. Dad’s drinking had worsened. My bruises were compounding. Instead of once a week, they were every day. I could only imagine the drunken state he was in right now. I had no reason not to follow Ryan to L.A.

It wasn’t all bad. Escaping for a few months had given me a chance to breathe.

My dreams of being a singer were gone as fast as they had materialized, coming in on Hurricane Ryan. He came into Crystal Gulf when I felt like exploding and whisked me away, painting my reality with color and possibilities.

I should have known better.

My reality has never been anything but a dull gray at best, and I’d only wondered as far as to realize there was no point to wonder at all.

This is my fault for dreaming.

For wanting.

For thinking I deserve more than what I have

 

Author Bio:

When I walk into a book store I feel at home. When I smell the pages of a brand new book things make sense. When I read I am who I always wanted to be. I read to escape and I write so others can as well. My family, my actress dog Bella, coffee, and a steamy love story are a few of my most precious things.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Thunderstruck

 

Thunderstruck
Brenda Drake
Published by: Entangled Crave
Publication date: September 11th 2017
Genres: Mystery, Mythology, Romance

Stevie Moon is famous…at least to the subscribers on her comic review vlog. At school, she’s as plain as the gray painted walls in the cafeteria. So when Blake, the hot new guy at school, shows an interest in her, she knows trouble when she sees it. Been there. And never doing it again.

As the son of the god Thor, Blake Foster’s been given an important mission—to recover the Norse god Heimdall’s sacred and powerful horn before someone uses it to herald in the destruction of the entire universe. But while Blake is great in a fight, the battlefield that is a high school’s social scene is another matter.

Blake knows his only choice is to team up with the adorable Stevie, but she’s not willing to give him even the time of day. He’ll need to woo the girl and find the horn if he hopes to win this war. Who better to tackle Stevie’s defenses than the demi-god of thunder?

“Every page brims with captivating Norse mythology and deliciously creative worldbuilding.” Pintip Dunn, New York Times bestselling author.

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EXCERPT:

After disposing of the troll, Blake rushed to May’s house and showered. His thoughts kept going to Stevie. After hearing what Jörd said to him, he wanted to see her. The pull to go to her was too strong. He had no choice but to give in to it.

He climbed the tree outside Stevie’s room and sat on the branch. A blue light blinked on and off inside the room. He lightly tapped on the window. Muffled voices from within the room hummed against the glassed pane.

The curtain pushed aside. Amira was close to Stevie’s back when the curtain slid to the side. Stevie said something to Amira that Blake couldn’t hear through the thick glass. Amira turned away and dropped onto the bed. Stevie flipped the locks and opened the window.

“You scared the shit out of us,” Stevie snapped.

Amira crossed her arms. “Yeah, we’re watching scary movies here.”

Blake tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it in. “My apologies. Can I have a moment alone with you, Stevie?”

“With me?” She glanced back.

“No.” Amira heaved a sigh. “With the other Stevie in the room.”

“Where do you want to go?”

He reached his hand out to her. “Out here is fine.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on,” he said. “It’s perfectly safe. This branch is thick. Trust me.”

“Stop being a chicken and go already. I have to pee.” Amira shuffled off.

Stevie hesitated before grabbing his hand and letting him guide her out the window and onto the branch. “This is crazy, you know that?”

“If you never throw caution to the wind, you’ll never be rewarded.” He sat on the branch and held her hand as she came down beside him. Her hand was warm and soft in his, and he wanted to hold it forever.

The loose pajama bottoms she wore had cats on them. Her pink tank top rode up a little and exposed a bit of her midriff. Her light-brown hair, the color of the acorns he’d gathered with his grandmother when he was a boy, rose in the wind behind her. Wide, dark eyes met his, her full lips parted in a smile.

“What did you want?” She glanced at the ground. “Wow, this is pretty high.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” He slid his hand across her lower back and held her waist. She shivered. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” she said.

“Hold on.” He let her go, shrugged off his hoodie, and draped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.”

She held it closed at the zipper. He returned his arm around her, grasping her waist. She shuddered, and he smiled at her response to his touch.

“You didn’t answer me,” she said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Actually, I’m not here to talk,” he said. “Have you ever had an urge to do something, and once it’s in your head, you can’t sleep or think until you do the thing?”

“I guess.” When she looked over at him, they locked eyes and an intensity passed between them like the energy he felt in the handle of his hammer after catching lightning with it. He noticed a faint scar just above her cupid’s bow.

“How did you get the scar?” he asked.

“Scar?” She glanced down at her chest.

“Not there,” he whispered, lifting her chin to look into her eyes. “On your lip.”

She touched it. “Oh this? It’s an embarrassing story. Let’s just say, I learned to watch where I’m walking, especially when poles are around.”

He chuckled. “I can imagine what happened.”

She lowered her head again, her feet kicking back and forth.

He decided to take his chance and cupped her face in his hands, bringing her face to his and kissing her. It was a gentle, wanting kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against his. She tasted like May’s brownies. When Stevie hadn’t responded to his kiss, he was about to release her, but then her lips began moving with his. He cradled her in his arms and they balanced together on the branch.

 

Author Bio:

Brenda Drake is a New York Times bestselling author of young adult fiction. She grew up the youngest of three children, an Air Force brat, and the continual new kid at school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories with a bend toward the fantastical. When she’s not writing or hanging out with her family, she haunts libraries, bookstores, and coffee shops, or reads someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappointment).

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Cover Reveal: Love, Secrets, and Absolution

 

Love, Secrets and Absolution
K.L. Loveley
Publication date: November 4th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary

People in the village gossip and say that Grace’s long-awaited son Alfie is “different”. He is a lonely boy with secrets, lies and obsessive thoughts.

How far can a mother’s unconditional love go? Will she ultimately sacrifice her life for his?

Set in Nottinghamshire, England – this gripping psychological drama follows the lives of Grace and her son Alfie, who transforms from a naïve boy to a University student spiralling out of control. A coming-of-age story with a difference.

A family falling apart: deceit, betrayal, teenage angst, love and addiction.

Will anybody find absolution?

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Author Bio:

K.L Loveley is an exciting new author from Nottinghamshire, in England. Her debut novel ‘Alice’ is at times, a gritty but true to life story of a woman who finds herself in desperate straits.

The author’s love of writing began with a gift of a five year lock up diary at the age of seven and she has never stopped writing since. In addition to writing novels, the author writes poetry and will be sharing some of these on her blog.

She lives with her husband in a quaint village in Nottinghamshire and enjoys walking and cycling in the famous Sherwood Forest. The author and her husband own a narrowboat, and spend time navigating the British waterways. She spends many cosy evenings on her boat writing additional novels which will be released in the future.

To date, the author has enjoyed 40+ years working as a Nurse for the NHS , the latter twenty years as a Practice nurse in Primary care. During this time she has gained valuable knowledge and skills, which she has been able to transfer and use in her writing when related to medical and social issues.

K.L Loveley is a prolific reader, and reads a wide variety of genres. Some of her favourite bestselling authors include, Joanne Harris, Jodi Picoult, Marian Keyes, John le Carré, Maeve Binchy , Jojo Moyes and Philippa Gregory. She actively reviews the books that she reads on her blog klloveley.com and on GoodReads.

The author uses a pen name, K.L Loveley, aka Katie Lily Loveley. She felt compelled to use these names of her female ancestors, as a unique way of keeping their memory alive. Katie Loveley was the birth name of her maternal great grandmother. Lily, the Christian name of her paternal Grandmother. Alice, the main protagonist of her debut novel, was the name of her maternal grandmother. However, all of the characters in her stories are purely fictional.

She is currently working on a new novel which she hopes to publish in the near future.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Conan

 

Conan
Kylie Hillman
(Black Shamrocks MC: First Generation #1)
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

The first book in the brand-new spinoff from the Internationally Bestselling Black Shamrocks MC series is here.

“You know how the story ended. Now, it’s time to learn how it all began…”

Prospecting for the Black Shamrocks MC once Colin “Conan” Blake finished school was a no-brainer.

His best friends were prospecting.

His father was a ranking member.

Hell, every man he knew was part of the MC.

The only thing the Club wanted in return for a lifetime of brotherhood was unquestioning loyalty. It was that straightforward. Patching in meant he vowed to put the needs of the Black Shamrocks in front of everything else—even his own desires.

He thought it would be easy. He was certain nothing could come between him and his brothers.

That was until he met her.

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EXCERPT:

PROLOGUE

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with

them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.” ~Ken Segall~

During my life, the whole twenty-two years I’ve graced this earth, I’ve learnt one thing. Rules are for other people. I’m a Blake; part of the Black Shamrocks MC, son of the Sergeant-At-Arms. The dictates of society that everyone else is forced to live by don’t apply to me.

I can do what I want when I want.

As long as it doesn’t affect the Club, I’m golden.

My days as a Prospect are numbered, I know that. It’s a no-brainer. The first generation of sons born in Australia are ready to patch in and learn what they need to do to continue our Club’s legacy. The granting of my membership into the brotherhood that binds the Shamrocks is guaranteed.

At least, I thought so.

Until I found myself on the wrong end of their oath.

Brotherhood before blood. Brotherhood before everything. They wanted me to put the brotherhood before her … and I wasn’t sure if I could.

Colleen McCormack called to the very thing that was changing me from a boy into a man. In her green eyes, strawberry-blonde hair, and hips that curved for days, I saw my future. I saw kids. I saw a responsibility for her happiness that made my soul sing with pride.

I saw the pair of us—old and grey, and still in love.

Too bad she was a Club slut.

According to my father, you shouldn’t give a fuck about the sluts. You fuck ‘em, you share ‘em, you laugh at ‘em when they keep trying to come back for more.

You don’t fall in love with them.

You definitely don’t ask them to marry you.

And, you one-hundred-percent don’t use your Club to exact revenge on the fucker who forced her into whoring without taking it to Church first.

I’d spent my life thinking that the rules didn’t apply to me.

Turns out that they did. Because once the Shamrocks are done putting out the fire I started with the still-smoking end of my gun, I’m going to feel the full-force of those rules.

Thankfully, she’s more than worth it.

 

Author Bio:

Kylie Hillman is the Australian author of the Internationally Bestselling Black Shamrocks MC series, Amazon #1 Bestselling NA/Sports novel, Brawl (Black Hearts MMA #1), and the recently completed Centrifuge Duet. She’s currently working on the highly anticipated spin-offs to the Black Shamrocks MC series, writing the rest of the Black Hearts MMA series, and plotting her upcoming psychological thriller, Blood Oath.

She’s also wife to a Harley-riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke and mum to two crazy, adorable, and eccentric kids. A Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner, as well as an avid tea drinker, metal head, and math nerd, Kylie is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway: After the Fall

 

After the Fall
Katy Ames
(Seven Winds, #2)
Publication date: September 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

If there was one man in the world Grace Fitzgerald never wanted to see again, it was Mark Donovan.

Sinfully handsome, famously flirtatious, unerringly cocky. Paragon of men. Archetype of entitled a**holes. As a guest at her luxury hotel, Mark was impossible.

As the new owner of her hotel, he’s become a nightmare. The kind that wakes Grace in the middle of the night wishing she could forget how right his lips felt against her own, how tempting his fingers were against her skin.

But for all of the challenges that Mark and Grace face working together, nothing can prepare them for the undeniable attraction that flares every time they battle for control. Or the secrets that linger in the luxury of the Seven Winds Villa.

With no way of escaping each other or their pasts, can they possibly survive life on the island after they fall?

A steamy, standalone romance from Katy Ames, author of After the Island.

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EXCERPT:

“Mr. Donovan. This is Grace Fitzgerald from the Seven Winds Resort,” she shouted through the door, digging out her master key. “Is everything alright, sir?” The only answer was a loud thud. “Sir, I understand you’re having an issue.” Though not one that warranted so much noise, she thought. Steeling herself, Grace continued, “Mr. Donovan, I’m coming in.”

Grace swiped her key and pushed open the door, stepping into the luxuriously understated living room of the Seven Winds Villa. Looking around, Grace confirmed that nothing was glaringly wrong, at least not on the main floor.

Taking a second glance, Grace registered that the villa’s sole occupant had left a wide array of debris scattered across most of the available surfaces. More cups and a few plates of discarded food were stacked on the coffee table bracketed by the living room sofas. A laptop was open, its screen black, abandoned on the corner of a side table. As she made her way over to close its lid, Grace’s foot connected with something on the floor. Whatever it was rolled away, only coming to a halt when it encountered a throw pillow left carelessly near one window.

Grace scowled as she retrieved the bottle from the floor. Glenrothes 1970. The five- thousand-dollar bottle of Scotch was completely empty. Perhaps you should make sure he isn’t in the pool. Face down. On that morbid thought, she raced to the terrace beyond the French doors and checked the infinity pool on the patio below. Empty. Thank God.

At the same time, a loud crack split the air beneath her.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Grace dropped the forgotten bottle and ran down to the lower level. Whatever she’d expected to find on the ground floor of the resort’s most expensive villa, this wasn’t it.

There, sprawled on the ground, eyes closed, lips skewed in an off-kilter smile, wearing nothing more than a wrinkled pair of shorts, was Mark Donovan, co-founder and CEO of D&A International. Sinfully handsome, wildly successful, obscenely wealthy, unerringly cocky, undeniably brilliant, famously flirtatious. And, Grace was horrified to realize, unconscious and sporting a wicked cut above one eyebrow.

“Oh, no, no.” Grace rushed towards him and crouched over Mr. Donovan’s motionless form, her hands fluttering just above his face. Get a grip, Grace. Check to see if he’s breathing, check to make sure nothing is blocking his airways. She focused with a deep breath and shifted her brain to autopilot.

Grace’s pulse calmed substantially when she saw Mr. Donovan’s chest rise in a steady, heavy breath. Definitely not dead. Thank the good Lord. Grace tipped her head back in relief. Skimming her fingers across his forehead, she gingerly checked the cut to make sure nothing was lodged in it. The blood had stopped, a dark red trickle disappearing into the ashy-brown eyebrow that arched defiantly even then. Running an assessing glance across his head and body, Grace confirmed that other than the bruise blossoming beneath the cut, Mark appeared to be perfectly fine. Though unconscious.

An incoherent mumble broke free of his lips, followed by a muffled snore. Grace amended that last part. Not unconscious. Asleep.

Slumping back, Grace rearranged herself so she could sit more comfortably on the floor, her eyes fixed on her unwitting patient. Mark was stretched out and motionless, giving Grace an unparalleled view of his starkly beautiful face and meticulously sculpted body. His eyes were closed and Grace’s gaze wandered across the sharp ridges of his cheekbones and refined slope of his nose, both of which drew her attention down toward his wide, generous mouth, his lips parted, soft puffs of air brushing the strong, supple lines on every exhale.

Determined to ignore her sudden impulse to taste those lips, Grace shifted her eyes away. But she only got as far as the tanned skin of his neck, Mark’s pulse kicking with a regular rhythm at the base, just above the wide stretch of his collarbone. Refusing to stare, Grace attempted to focus on something innocuous. Like her cuticles, or the

weave the carpet. Or the inviting water of the pool outside. But a particularly deep inhale dragged her back, this time her attention landing on the long planes of his broad chest, light wisps of blond hair dusting the hard curves that came to an abrupt halt against the repetitive ridges of his abdomen.

Grace, you need to stop staring. Seriously. Stop staring!

But Grace’s eyes had a mind of their own. She could hardly blame them. As Mark breathed, the play of the muscles across his stomach and sides was hypotonic, the slopes and dips elegantly formed, exquisitely defined. Grace’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as she tracked his torso to where it tapered into sharp angles before stretching beneath the waistband of his shorts. Of its own volition, Grace’s tongue slipped across her lower lip as she caught the hint of dark ink dancing across the shadow of one hipbone.

God help her, he was beautiful. Every delicious detail all the more enticing at that precise moment because his eyes weren’t flashing in disdain. And his voice wasn’t dripping with irritation. Mark Donovan, silent and still, was perfect.

Awake and entitled? Not so much.

“Typically, I expect a woman to buy me one drink, at least, before she gets to enjoy such an up-close and personal view.”

Grace squeaked in surprise and tried to scramble back, but Mark anchored one of her wrists in a warm, inflexible grasp.

“You had an accident. I found you on the floor. I was making sure you weren’t injured.”

Confusion, then recollection flashed in the deep indigo of his eyes. Pressing his free hand to the bump on his forehead, he cocked his lips into a crooked grin. “From what I can tell, my injuries are up here. Not”—he nodded in the direction of his crotch—“down there.”

 

Author Bio:

Katy Ames loves a good story. Whether through blogs, books, or live events, she’s been an avid story teller her entire career.

With a bachelor’s in English Literature, Katy is happiest when curled up on her favorite sofa with a captivating read, whether it’s the Romantic poets or contemporary romance. A good glass of bourbon doesn’t hurt, either.

Katy lives with her husband and son in Washington, D.C. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s very enthusiastic about fancy cheese, late nights & lazy mornings. Only two of which she gets to enjoy on a regular basis.

Katy is a member of both the Romance Writers of America and the Washington Romance Writers.

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Book Blitz, Teasers, and Giveaway: Times Square

 

Times Square
Jana Aston
Publication date: September 18th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A STANDALONE romance from New York Times bestselling author Jana Aston

Once in a while right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

I saw that quote about fairy tales embroidered on a decorative pillow at a home decorating store. Honestly, it pissed me off. Retail propaganda aimed to promote sales when any single girl in the city could tell them they’d sell more if they’d offer Keep Your Pants On, Asshole instead.

But it’s fine. I don’t have room for decorative pillows anyway.

And I don’t have time for distractions.

Which is why I’m ignoring the distraction staring at me right now. The one who looks like he belongs on a billboard campaign. The one with the full lips and the cocky smile. The one refusing to look away even when I give him my best no way scowl.

The one headed in my direction. Right now.

*Times Square was previously published inside the Love In Transit anthology.

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Author Bio:

Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she’s ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists, some multiple times. She likes multiples.

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Stacking the Shelves (#63)

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Stacking the Shelves
Hosted by:  Tynga’s Reviews
Description: Stacking The Shelves is all about sharing the books you are adding to your shelves, may it be physical or virtual. This means you can include books you buy in physical store or online, books you borrow from friends or the library, review books, gifts and of course ebooks!

Find their latest post here!

Hey hey hey, what up Penguin Beak Squad?!

I really … I just … I have no excuses honestly.  The man decided he needed to spend more time with me a while back and so he got me turned on to WoW (yes, World of Warcraft) and I sooooort of maybe got a bit addicted?  And then, you know, normal life stuff happened, as it does.  So…it’s been a while!  And I’m both sorry and not, because… well, I’ve missed you all, and I’ve missed blogging, buuuut I also admit that I’ve been in sort of a dark place in recent months.

Now, don’t worry TOO much–while it’s been a battle, I think I’m coming out the other side of it (maybe.  hopefully.)  It happens sometimes, you know?  I’ve been through them before.  I’m sure I should probably talk to someone about them, and maybe one day I will, but for now I just keep pushing through and fighting with everything in me.  So.  Yeah.

How is everyone?

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from publishers/authors/edelweiss/netgalley
(for blog tours/reviews)

Moribund (Circuit Fae, #1)

Black Bird of the Gallows

The Border

The Temptation of Adam

The Boy I Hate

In the Company of Wolves (Of Witches and Werewolves Book 2)

ZENKA

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freebies from around the net

Ringmaster (The Magic Carnival #1)

Denial: A Modern Emma Adaption by [Myers, Heather C.]

With a Twist (Bad Habits, #1)

Kitty Cat (Age of Night #1)

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What are some of the books YOU picked up/added to your shelves (either real or virtual?)  Let me know below, or link me to your own Stacking the Shelves!

Until next time, happy book-ing!

 

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