Saturday, November 30, 2013
Lost in France - Blitz & Blog Tour
Firebird Series: Lost in France
Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set
in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird
Series.
Title: LOST IN
FRANCE
Author: JANI KAY
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Author: JANI KAY
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Series: FIREBIRD TRILOGY – BOOK ONE
Release Date: November 28th 2013 (TODAY)
Cover Design By: Cover it! Designs
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Release Date: November 28th 2013 (TODAY)
Cover Design By: Cover it! Designs
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Lost in France is an erotic contemporary
romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance.
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her
tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover,
wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously
handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But
her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement
with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...
Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many
words - a career limiting move if ever there was one...
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell
fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for?
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Jani has been married for a long time to a special
man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life.
She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always
fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while
and see through someone else's eyes.
Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.
Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.
Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).
Firebird Trilogy Book 2: No Regrets
Coming soon!! (End January 2014)
Excerpt:
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” His deep voice
matched his muscular body.
I lifted a brow, an amused smile spreading across my face.
Seriously?
That was the oldest pick up line in the book. Even I knew that.
“You really want an answer to that?” I shoved my empty glass toward
him.
“Only if you really want to tell me.” The emphasis on the word ‘really’
sounded strange in his heavy German accent.
“But otherwise, if you just want to talk to me about the weather, that’s
fine too.” He grinned.
I came to the bar for a drink, to drown my sorrows. Not to pick up men.
“I don’t really care for the weather.” I smirked.
“So I see.” His blue eyes glistened as I knocked back the third shot of
tequila he’d placed in front of me.
I squinted at his name badge. “Listen Kurt, I'm not here for therapy.
Save that for some other fool.”
I shifted the empty glass back over the counter. “Be a good boy and fill
her up again.”
“That will be your last tequila,” he said, one eyebrow raised.
“Responsible serving of alcohol.” He shrugged. “I would have to take
your keys away too if you were driving.”
I cursed under my breath. Can't a girl just get drunk in peace?
“I'm walking,” I said as I slung back the fourth tequila, pulling a face as it
burned down my throat.
“Good luck with that.” He gave me a knowing smile that didn’t reach his
eyes.
Been there, Kurt?
“What can you serve me next?” I remained optimistic that I’d get
another drink out of the broad-shouldered barman.
“How about water?” he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Water?” I spluttered, “That’s for fish.”
He laughed. “Yes, and fish don’t have hangovers the next morning.”
“Don’t you worry about my hangover.”
Who is he – my father?
“I can offer you a glass of white wine if you promise to drink it slowly –”
His expression was deadly serious.
I cringed. Wine was the last fucking thing I wanted. It reminded me of a
Frenchman I wanted to forget. Of our times together.
“No wine.” I pouted like a spoilt brat.
“OK, I’ll make you my special concoction. You’ll love it.” He reached for
the shaker on the counter. This looked promising.
“As long as it has hard liquor in it.” Was I slurring ever so slightly?
Taking a few bottles from the shelf, he poured some of each into the
shaker. I watched as he carefully measured one shot of vodka.
“That’s all the alcohol I get? You’re mean.” I wrinkled my nose. How
was I going to get wasted if he wouldn’t give me more alcohol?
“You will thank me in the morning.”
“I doubt it.” I took a sip, detecting cranberry juice. Healthy too. What the
hell. This is a bar, not a frigging health club.
“I can't give you another one for a while, so go slow –”
He left me to nurse my drink. Men! I rolled my eyes. They were all the
same. Controlling – always telling me what to do.
Screw that.
The next guy I hooked up with would be on my terms. I’d be the one in
control. I’d had my fucking heart broken one too many times. I was well
and truly over serious relationships.
I stared into my glass. This ‘falling in love thing’ was just not for me.
Maybe I was destined to be alone. There was a word for that. Spinster.
At the ripe old age of twenty nine. ‘Old maid’ was what my mother
would call it. She’d be disappointed if I didn’t produce the statistical 2.6
grandchildren she was looking forward too. Oh well, she had Chloe and
Lily, my younger sisters to provide the grandma experience.
Count me out of this one. Fuck all men.
I grimaced as I finished the last of my drink and stared at my empty
glass with longing. Kurt had said to go slow. Damn.
Deleted scene 1
I decided there was too much sex - lol. Also I had written the book in
present tense initially and then changed the whole 70 thousand word
document to past tense. Cray-cray!!
I feel his desire fire up again. Oh, hello Big Boy, that was a quick
recovery!
“I want you, Rebecca,” he moans in my ear, “I can’t get enough of you!”
I could tell. I feel his erection grow inside me. Slowly he starts moving
inside me again, all the time looking directly into my eyes. This is SO
intense, there is nowhere to hide. He possesses me one hundred
percent. His eyes bore into my soul, as if he is looking for the answers
there.
I respond by meeting his slow thrusts half way, pushing up at him
eagerly. Suddenly he flips me over and I was on top of him, riding
him. Now I was in control, I move faster, quickening the pace, looking
forward to that explosion again. I could feel him, even deeper inside me
than before. His hands cup my breasts and caress my nipples. I want
to feel his mouth on me so I lean forward so he could take a full breast
in his mouth. He gasps in surprise at my hunger for him and obliges by
sucking hard. I let out a deep moan of pleasure and push as deep as I
could go, his balls rubbing against me as I thrust forward.
“Oh Alain!” I cry out as I start convulsing, shattering into a million pieces
as I come hard around him.
“Rebecca! Cherie!” he responds as he looks at my face and I thrust
downward as hard as I could, milking him with my orgasm so he had no
choice but to explode inside me again.
He tumbles me over again so I was crushed beneath his weight. “You
are mine!” He growls, “Remember that always!”
This time we are both spent, and we lie holding one another for a long
time. Then he gently picks my naked body up and carries me to the
master bedroom – to his bed.
“Didn’t worry sleepy head,” he said, “I will let you sleep. For now!”” he
promises with a naughty grin. He places me in his bed, still naked, and
covers me gently with the duvet as he kissed my weary eyelids. Then
he gets into bed behind me – we are spooning, his hand is holding
mine. I drift to sleep with a smile on my face.
Deleted Scence 2
Another deleted scene: Alain's thoughts after meeting Rebecca.
She gets a sad look in her eyes when she thinks I'm not watching and I
instantly feel my blood boil because I know she is yearning for him. It's
at those moments when I can’t resist touching her in some sensuous
way, to remind her that she is here with me and to force him out of her
mind. I want to be the one she yearns to be with. I want to be the one
invading her mind, body and soul.
Until I feel she is genuinely ready to let him go, I will not take her
completely. I will be a patient man, even when it is extremely hard to
control my wanting her. The vines have taught me that. Often the best
wines are the ones that take a lot of patience to cultivate. It's the vines
that struggle through adversity, like a drought, that give the finest and
most cherished wines. They are ultimately the award winning wines.
At times when I had been ready to give up the struggle, to abandon my
dream for a crop, that my patience was put to the ultimate test; those
were the times that rewarded me most handsomely for my tenacity
and patience. I think it is the same with anything that is worth having,
including the love of my life. So I am prepared to do all that is required
to see if she is the one that I have been waiting for all my life. The prize
is worth waiting for.
Coming soon!! (End January 2014)
Excerpt:
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” His deep voice
matched his muscular body.
I lifted a brow, an amused smile spreading across my face.
Seriously?
That was the oldest pick up line in the book. Even I knew that.
“You really want an answer to that?” I shoved my empty glass toward
him.
“Only if you really want to tell me.” The emphasis on the word ‘really’
sounded strange in his heavy German accent.
“But otherwise, if you just want to talk to me about the weather, that’s
fine too.” He grinned.
I came to the bar for a drink, to drown my sorrows. Not to pick up men.
“I don’t really care for the weather.” I smirked.
“So I see.” His blue eyes glistened as I knocked back the third shot of
tequila he’d placed in front of me.
I squinted at his name badge. “Listen Kurt, I'm not here for therapy.
Save that for some other fool.”
I shifted the empty glass back over the counter. “Be a good boy and fill
her up again.”
“That will be your last tequila,” he said, one eyebrow raised.
“Responsible serving of alcohol.” He shrugged. “I would have to take
your keys away too if you were driving.”
I cursed under my breath. Can't a girl just get drunk in peace?
“I'm walking,” I said as I slung back the fourth tequila, pulling a face as it
burned down my throat.
“Good luck with that.” He gave me a knowing smile that didn’t reach his
eyes.
Been there, Kurt?
“What can you serve me next?” I remained optimistic that I’d get
another drink out of the broad-shouldered barman.
“How about water?” he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Water?” I spluttered, “That’s for fish.”
He laughed. “Yes, and fish don’t have hangovers the next morning.”
“Don’t you worry about my hangover.”
Who is he – my father?
“I can offer you a glass of white wine if you promise to drink it slowly –”
His expression was deadly serious.
I cringed. Wine was the last fucking thing I wanted. It reminded me of a
Frenchman I wanted to forget. Of our times together.
“No wine.” I pouted like a spoilt brat.
“OK, I’ll make you my special concoction. You’ll love it.” He reached for
the shaker on the counter. This looked promising.
“As long as it has hard liquor in it.” Was I slurring ever so slightly?
Taking a few bottles from the shelf, he poured some of each into the
shaker. I watched as he carefully measured one shot of vodka.
“That’s all the alcohol I get? You’re mean.” I wrinkled my nose. How
was I going to get wasted if he wouldn’t give me more alcohol?
“You will thank me in the morning.”
“I doubt it.” I took a sip, detecting cranberry juice. Healthy too. What the
hell. This is a bar, not a frigging health club.
“I can't give you another one for a while, so go slow –”
He left me to nurse my drink. Men! I rolled my eyes. They were all the
same. Controlling – always telling me what to do.
Screw that.
The next guy I hooked up with would be on my terms. I’d be the one in
control. I’d had my fucking heart broken one too many times. I was well
and truly over serious relationships.
I stared into my glass. This ‘falling in love thing’ was just not for me.
Maybe I was destined to be alone. There was a word for that. Spinster.
At the ripe old age of twenty nine. ‘Old maid’ was what my mother
would call it. She’d be disappointed if I didn’t produce the statistical 2.6
grandchildren she was looking forward too. Oh well, she had Chloe and
Lily, my younger sisters to provide the grandma experience.
Count me out of this one. Fuck all men.
I grimaced as I finished the last of my drink and stared at my empty
glass with longing. Kurt had said to go slow. Damn.
Deleted scene 1
I decided there was too much sex - lol. Also I had written the book in
present tense initially and then changed the whole 70 thousand word
document to past tense. Cray-cray!!
I feel his desire fire up again. Oh, hello Big Boy, that was a quick
recovery!
“I want you, Rebecca,” he moans in my ear, “I can’t get enough of you!”
I could tell. I feel his erection grow inside me. Slowly he starts moving
inside me again, all the time looking directly into my eyes. This is SO
intense, there is nowhere to hide. He possesses me one hundred
percent. His eyes bore into my soul, as if he is looking for the answers
there.
I respond by meeting his slow thrusts half way, pushing up at him
eagerly. Suddenly he flips me over and I was on top of him, riding
him. Now I was in control, I move faster, quickening the pace, looking
forward to that explosion again. I could feel him, even deeper inside me
than before. His hands cup my breasts and caress my nipples. I want
to feel his mouth on me so I lean forward so he could take a full breast
in his mouth. He gasps in surprise at my hunger for him and obliges by
sucking hard. I let out a deep moan of pleasure and push as deep as I
could go, his balls rubbing against me as I thrust forward.
“Oh Alain!” I cry out as I start convulsing, shattering into a million pieces
as I come hard around him.
“Rebecca! Cherie!” he responds as he looks at my face and I thrust
downward as hard as I could, milking him with my orgasm so he had no
choice but to explode inside me again.
He tumbles me over again so I was crushed beneath his weight. “You
are mine!” He growls, “Remember that always!”
This time we are both spent, and we lie holding one another for a long
time. Then he gently picks my naked body up and carries me to the
master bedroom – to his bed.
“Didn’t worry sleepy head,” he said, “I will let you sleep. For now!”” he
promises with a naughty grin. He places me in his bed, still naked, and
covers me gently with the duvet as he kissed my weary eyelids. Then
he gets into bed behind me – we are spooning, his hand is holding
mine. I drift to sleep with a smile on my face.
Deleted Scence 2
Another deleted scene: Alain's thoughts after meeting Rebecca.
She gets a sad look in her eyes when she thinks I'm not watching and I
instantly feel my blood boil because I know she is yearning for him. It's
at those moments when I can’t resist touching her in some sensuous
way, to remind her that she is here with me and to force him out of her
mind. I want to be the one she yearns to be with. I want to be the one
invading her mind, body and soul.
Until I feel she is genuinely ready to let him go, I will not take her
completely. I will be a patient man, even when it is extremely hard to
control my wanting her. The vines have taught me that. Often the best
wines are the ones that take a lot of patience to cultivate. It's the vines
that struggle through adversity, like a drought, that give the finest and
most cherished wines. They are ultimately the award winning wines.
At times when I had been ready to give up the struggle, to abandon my
dream for a crop, that my patience was put to the ultimate test; those
were the times that rewarded me most handsomely for my tenacity
and patience. I think it is the same with anything that is worth having,
including the love of my life. So I am prepared to do all that is required
to see if she is the one that I have been waiting for all my life. The prize
is worth waiting for.
Shards of my Heart - BLOG TOUR
Buy Now!
Blurb
When
I took the vows for better or worse, I meant them. Then I started to
wonder if there was a limit as to how much worse I was supposed to
endure. Am I supposed to stay if worse means that me and my daughter are
in danger? What if the worse was because of a mental illness? When is
enough simply too much?
This is a different kind of love story. Read Nina’s journals for a tale of hope, strength of spirit, and unconditional love.
This is a different kind of love story. Read Nina’s journals for a tale of hope, strength of spirit, and unconditional love.
Nicole has lived in Charlotte, North Carolina for the past twelve years and now...she lives in secrecy in another state.
Her journey of elf-discovery and recovery has barely begun and she
faces it with her head held high, her shoulders back, a smile on her
face, and hope in her heart. Every day of her life seems to bring new
adventures, some bigger, better, shinier and prettier than others.
For fun, she spends time with those she cares about, cooks, reads, writes, and especially lives to travel. The current travel goal: visit every Margaritaville. Three down! (Eleven to go?)
In May, Nicki started the blog Stories and Swag to promote authors. Several months later, she started Stories and Swag Tours, a blog tour company offering cover reveals, release blitzes, release parties on Facebook, and blog tours. In addition, she started Dominatrix Publishing, a boutique publishing company, to help other authors achieve publishing success.
Her writing can also be found on Shine, where she is a Shine Parenting Guru and an award winning Yahoo! Contributor on YourWisdom as the relationship and dating expert. In addition, she has been published by McClatchy News in their syndicated papers.
Her books can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple, and Smashwords in ebook, paperback, and even some audiobooks.
Dream Cast for Shards of My Heart
Excerpt:
I remember when I met Shane. He was several years
younger than I was, but he seemed much more together, and so much more mature
than my almost ex-husband. Here was a man who had a career. Shane
had been in the same field for ten years, employed by the same company that
entire time. He owned his home and drove a nice new truck. As a
neighbor, I had watched him maintain his lawn, service his vehicle, do all
those things that men were supposed to do. Even the interior of the residence
was neat, despite having two really lazy roommates.
We dated for a while growing closer and closer.
Finally, he made some admissions that touched my cold, brittle heart…
Shane: No one knows me as well as you do. No one has
ever been allowed to get this close.
It was such an honor, and soon I was so crazy in love that I
knew...I knew nothing could tear us apart. For a while, it seemed
that we were destined to be together, forever. He made me feel safe and
loved. Every moment spent together was incredibly special. That’s
why I vividly recall one night when we were alone in the house and Shane was
walking around without a shirt on. He loved showing off his muscular
physique. Honestly, I loved seeing it, loved touching his bare skin.
In that moment, he leaned his back against the counter and faced me.
Without thinking, I walked into his open arms, inhaled his scent to
imprint it upon my soul, and kissed the broken heart tribal tattoo on his
chest.
Shane: Are you trying to heal my broken heart?
Shaking my head, I responded.
me: Nope. Just loving you.
Shane: Good. It can’t be fixed.
He looked down and instead of wrapping me up in those
muscular arms and pulling me closer to his washboard abs and ample pecs, he
stiffened and stood straight.
Shane: Sometimes, I think you are only attracted to me
because you want to fix me.
His demeanor had me tensing up. Somehow, I knew what I
said next was going to be really important. Shaking my head, I found the
words I sought.
me: Baby, until I got to know you, I didn’t even know you
were broken.
That softened him. My words worked. They were
magic. He admired my ability to communicate, to speak eloquently, and to
make an impact through simple speech. Words did not come easily for him.
He held me close. Bending his head, his chin in my
hair, he finally spoke what was clearly bothering him.
Shane: You make me want to be a better man, but I don’t want
to change. What are we going to do about that?
With my chin on his chest, staring up into his pained eyes, I
told him the truth. There was only one way I knew to make this work.
me: I’m going to love you through it. No matter what, I
promise I’ll love you the best I can with all that I am.
I meant it, too.
Must be he liked my response because within seconds, his lips
closed the distance to mine. That kiss. That love.
That was five years ago.
Life has changed, much different from what I knew...all
because I said, ‘I do.’
Friday, November 29, 2013
Little Drummer Boy - RELEASE DAY!
It's release day for Sydney Logan's latest holiday short
story, "The Little Drummer Boy!"
It’s Christmas Eve, and Justin Banks is on the hunt for a last-minute gift
for his wife, Megan. With the help of a homeless man and the beat of a drum, Justin stumbles
upon the one thing Megan has always wanted. The one thing money can’t buy.
It's amazing what we can hear if we just take a moment and really listen.
Rum pum pum pum.
It’s faint, but
it’s there. A quiet, rhythmic beat that blends into the night. How this old man heard the
sound is beyond me.
“You hear it,
don’t you?”
With a nod, I look around, hoping to find the source of the
sound. The man points toward the coffee shop’s covered alleyway.
“Back there,” he says.
The carolers begin their rendition of “O Holy Night,” and
once again, I hear the “rum pum pum pum” coming from the darkness.
Intrigued, I step away from the old man and walk slowly
toward the alley. Each step brings me closer to the beat, until finally, I see a little boy, nestled
in the corner. His only light comes from a lantern, and a snare drum rests in his lap. The drum is
scarred and the strap is frayed, but it’s obviously his most prized possession.
Probably his
only possession.
Does he live here? In this filthy alley? And where are his
parents?
His clothes are dirty and ragged, and the faded blue jacket
he wears is about three sizes too big.
“Shall I play for you?” he whispers.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
My Today - Blog Tour
Lacey’s Story…
Covering up pain is easy. It’s keeping it tucked away that’s hard. I’ve always needed the cover of tattoos to hide the nasty past that leached its way into me, tainting me beneath my skin. Not the shiny, trendy tats, but the ugly broken kind, meant to keep the world at bay. If they weren’t enough, then my piercings, foul mouth and crazy hair usually did the trick. Life had taught me to never follow the rules, because when you do, you get burned.
That philosophy served its purpose, until I met someone who turned my life upside down. Milly, the little hoochie, stormed into my life and changed everything with her undying faith in me, her love and her shitty coffee concoctions. I found a family in Milly, and her sexy farm boy, Cree. She accepted me without hesitation, and never ran from the dark and dangerous secrets that I harbored. My new family loved me unconditionally, with their showers of sprinkles and impromptu dance parties.
My life was perfectly imperfect until Tripp and his crazy-ass ideas of princesses. Our relationship is what most would describe as fuel meeting fire. We were both hell bent on burning each other to the ground. Tripp, fresh out of rehab, moved in with Milly and Cree to try and make a new life for himself. Tripp, the sexy as hell, charismatic beast, soon became one of my best friends. We shared our love of ice cream and tattoos as we blazed our own path that could only lead to a beautiful train wreck. The only question left is, will we set the countryside ablaze with our hot tempers and foul mouths, or will we paint our own happy ending filled with all the gushy shit normal people crave?
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18397855-my-today?from_search=true
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/My-Today-Way-HJ-Bellus-ebook/dp/B00FY79XJI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385385731&sr=8-1&keywords=my+today
FACEBOOK EVENT: https://www.facebook.com/events/738955182785831/
MY REVIEW:
My Today is Lacey's story and I have to say I loved it even more than My Now and Forever (where we first get to meet her)!
I love Lacey! She is a fantastic character and I'm so happy that I got to read her story. She is Millie's best friend, she's smart, sassy, spunky, and overcoming years of sexual abuse that she's kept hidden under scars and tattoos.
When she wakes up next to Tripp, Cree's cousin, after a night that neither of them remember, a friendship begins which leads to more. He has family demons that he's been battling and Lacey is just the person to help him through it. Tripp and Lacey are perfect together!
We get more of Millie and Cree as well as Willow and Annie in this book. It was emotional, funny and all about putting your past behind you. My Today was fantastic! You should definitely read this one!
P.S. You can find my name in the acknowledgements!!!! Thank you, thank you, HJ Bellus!!!!
Hard as it Gets - RELEASE DAY!!
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MY REVIEW:
First off, I have to say that I love Laura Kaye's books. She completely won me over with Hearts in Darkness and Hard as it Gets did not disappoint!
Becca Merritt's brother has gone missing and her only option is to ask Nick Rixley for help. Nick is the the owner of Hard Ink tattoo parlor, ex-special forces and she is the wholesome daughter of his ex-commander. Of course he can't turn her away.
Becca & Nick have great chemistry and the sex is hot! I truly enjoyed both characters as well as Jeremy and the rest of the soldiers. Can't wait to see where this series goes.
This book is suspenseful, fast paced, exciting, intense, hot and lethal! You absolutely can't go wrong with sexy, tattooed, military men!
Monday, November 25, 2013
Finding Willow- Blog Tour
Author: Dawn Robertson
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: November 25, 2013
Book Trailer: http://vimeo.com/78685675#
Hosted By: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18592772-finding-willow
Synopsis
Sex is all I have ever known. It started at an early age, and never stopped.Men, women, threesomes, foursomes, orgies. Fuck it, whatever goes.Twenty eight years old and nothing to show for my life but a fat bank account, and an impressive porn catalogue; all featuring yours truly; Starburst Bloom.
I'm at a crossroads, and I have a choice to make. I choose salvation.I choose life. I choose myself, for the first time ever.I will find her. I will find the life I was forced to give up. I just pray that he stays out of my way.
About the Author
Dawn is a woman of many colors. Born and raised in the North-East, the youngest child of three, to two hard working, and extremely dedicated parents, she thrived on her love for creative writing. Her commitment to hard work leadher down a number of career paths over the years, stopping with her love for fiction.
In a bold, and unexpected move, she quit her full-time nine to five gig to thrust herself into her debut erotic novel, Hers. Dawn is a mother, entrepreneur, and self proclaimed book whore.
Connect with Dawn
Facebook | Goodreads | Website | Pinterest | Twitter
Book #1: Hers by Dawn Robertson
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble
BUY LINKS
Amazon: http://amzn.com/
Giveaway
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MY REVIEW
We met Starburst Bloom in Hers. Best friends with Seven James, she was raped by Seven's brother when she was younger, had his child, gave her away and has been living the life of sex and drugs. She is damaged, broken and alone.
Just when Star is about to lose everything, she decides to turn her life around and find the daughter, Willow that she gave up for adoption 11 years ago. Star leaves Manhattan for Woodstock, the town she grew up in. In her search, she finds River and his brother Chrome!
Chrome is seriously hot! Tattooed, pierced and a motorcycle man! Him and Star have some wickedly delicious sex which turns out to be more than just a one night stand. The only person that can ruin this relationship is Blue, Seven's brother.
I really loved this book. It's fast paced, full of sexiness and coincides with Hers. What a great addition to the series. Can't wait for more!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Remembering Us - COVER REVEAL
Title: Remembering Us
Author: Stacey Lynn
Genre: New Adult Romance
Expected Release Date: January 14, 2014
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18748216-remembering-us
Cover Design by: Mae I Design
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Synopsis
My life was perfectly mapped out for me since before the day I was born. I
followed it, begrudgingly, because it’s what was expected.
And then one day, everything changed.
I woke up.
Different. Independent. Free from all the rules that had surrounded me.
Only I have no idea how I got to where I am. I have no memory of graduating
college. No memory of Adam, the boyfriend I live with.
He loves me. And I love him. At least that’s what everyone says.
Except when my memories return to me as dreams, I see a different man than the
one everyone claims is perfect for me.
He terrifies me. He makes my heart race and he makes me feel things I’ve never
felt before.
I have no idea if I want to welcome the emotional roller-coaster that his piercing
brown eyes and messy black hair puts me on every time I get a glimpse of him,
or if I want to run back to the safe shelter of the scripted life-plan that used to be
mine.
Excerpt
My booted cast scrapes across the pavement. My ankle hurts and my arm is
itchy from my cast. The staples in the back of my head were removed last week.
Now all I have is a square patch of hair that is just beginning to grow back. I
have a gash on my right side that runs from my hip bone almost to my breast. It
looks like someone tried to slash me open with a jagged edged knife. The skin is
healing, the stitches are innumerable, and every time I turn my torso it feels like
someone is trying to rip my kidney out with their bare hands.
There was a hiking accident. That’s all I know. The rest is being left up to my
memory that my doctors have assured me will return. How in the hell do they
know? What if I never remember? It’s been weeks since I woke up from my coma
and I don’t remember anything more than the fact that I live with a stranger and I
don’t like him when I dream.
I’m still resting against the side of Adam’s car, fingering the back of my scalp
when he comes outside. He stands next to me, crossing his feet at the ankles. We
don’t touch. That small whisper of a touch he gave me in the doorway is the first
time his hands have touched me since I the day I tripped in our kitchen. His arms
reached out and caught me and I froze, paralyzed by having his hands on me. He
shook his head, sighed, grabbed his keys and left the apartment and didn’t come
back for two hours. When he did, the scent of beer laced his breath.
“I’m sorry I keep getting frustrated with you, Ames.” His head falls and he runs a
hand down the front of his face. “I just miss you.”
His voice trembles a little bit and he sounds sad. He looks sad. I wonder what it
would feel like to see him smile again like he did the night in my dream. Until the
blonde girl, Tina, jumped into his arms he seemed happy to see me. Was he? Was
I a game? If so, why am I still here? I press my fingers to my temples, hoping to
stave off the beginning thumps of another headache.
“Who’s Tina?”
About the Author
Amazon Bestselling Author
released on July 15, 2013
I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch
with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and
organized manner. No joke.
Connect with Stacey
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Just One Song and Just One Week Don't Lie to Me,
Remembering Us - coming January, 2014
Rose of Thorne - BLOG TOUR
When a drunk driver tragically orphans Skylar Rose at the young age of sixteen, she leaves her dreams behind and takes on the daunting task of helping her elderly grandmother raise her young sister. While other girls her age were living a typical carefree life, she was picking up double shifts at a local café and struggling to pay the bills.
Always putting her sister’s needs and school first, Skylar has never had time to date or develop intimate relationships. Now a senior in college, she has her sights set on an amazing internship opportunity. The last thing she needed was for a sexy distraction like Sebastian Thorne to walk into her life.
Sebastian Thorne had been an entitled and reckless nineteen year old when he got behind the wheel of his new sports car that night. When his night of indulgence goes tragically wrong, Sebastian hesitantly turns to the one person, he knows can make everything go away… The one person he hates… his father.
Now twenty-six, Sebastian is the young enigmatic and powerful CEO of his late father’s design company, Thorne Enterprises. With both millions in the bank and a new woman on his arm almost every night, the world never knew the dark secret he carried inside. Still plagued with nightmares from the night of that horrific accident and having to leave the beautiful girl behind, Sebastian vows to find the one that haunts his dreams.
Sometimes the choice of revisiting our past opens the door to a future that we never thought possible.But what do you do when the person who gave you back your life, was the very one that took it from you in the first place?
Goodreads Link:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18243292-rose-of-thorne?from_search=true
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Mia Michelle
Mia fell in love with the literary world at a very young age and began putting her active imagination to pen and paper at the age of six. Over the years, she has filled up numerous shelves with her notebooks and journals of her favorite stories. Twelve years ago, Mia began drafting The Thorne Series and through encouragement of a close friend, decided to finally take the leap of faith to bring her dream to life. She openly admits to having ahopeless infatuation with her Kindle and suffers from the one-click bookaddiction (No intervention required).
Mia is currently a stay at home mom who has mastered the fine art of making a PB&J sandwich in between laundry and shuttling kids to ballet and school. In her spare time (“What spare time?” She laughs), she enjoys photography, traveling, and having a girls night out with her pals. She enjoys the simple things in life, such as sleeping more than 3 hours per night and 10 minute showers without being interrupted by children yelling “mommy” from the other side of the bathroom door.
Mia Michelle resides in Tennessee with her soul mate and husband of 18years and their 2 beautiful young children. She is currently drafting her newChase series.
Author Links:
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Monday, November 18, 2013
Forever in France - COVER REVEAL
Title: Forever in France
Author: Georgie Summer
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: November 2013
Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions
And he’s back…
Returning to the ranch to take up her position as nanny to the adorable Mathew and of course not forgetting the other exclusive side-line perks that come with the job either, Lexi thinks her life is just about perfect…but not quite.
It’s not even the fact that her boss Max is still his cocky, self-assured, cold assed self either and the sex alone, which is as amazing as ever, is incentive enough to stay…no, it’s the other little surprises that completely rock her world and have Lexi seriously wondering where her life is truly meant to be…
Can she accept everything as it is and not want more?
Sex on legs Max still refuses to admit to himself, let alone anyone else that his blurty, filter-less employee could actually mean more to him than he had ever hoped to feel for anyone again. He is happy with their arrangement and for things to carry on as they were, after-all why wouldn’t he?
He’s getting all the mind-blowing sex he could ever want without the added complication of ‘feelings’ being a requirement, so why change it? Besides, hadn’t he already changed so many of his ways and rules to accommodate her as it was…
Is it too late for either of them to work it out and find their happily ever after or are some things best being put down to experience and left well alone?
I am the accidental author of the 5 Star reviewed 'Steps series' and 'Flip-Flops in France' and brought you the mouth watering Mr Zane Fitzgerald, hot alpha horse breeder Max and I mustn't forget 'Man On!' with sexy football coach Spencer.
In just over 3 months I have released 6 erotic romance novels and considering that I never intended to publish at all, it has been quite a journey.
Being an Indie author is so much harder than I could have ever imagined but is also very rewarding when you get such amazing feedback from readers.
I am very fortunate to have some amazing supporters, readers and friends and their continued encouragement is amazing and I love each and every one of them. xx
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