Thursday, August 4, 2016

Blog Tour ~ Redemption by Samantha Harrington



Blog Tour - Redemption: The Volkov Mafia Series book 4 by Samantha Harrington
Book - Redemption
Author - Samantha Harrington
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Blog Tour - 1st - 7th August
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Alekzander
Guilt eats away at your soul. Pride makes you foolish. I want to be more for her.

Scared to try and petrified of failure.

She came into my life showing more fight and courage than anyone I had ever meet.

Through my wrong doings, she was saved!
As time goes by, she brands herself on my heart.

I have to walk away, I have to say goodbye.

But having her once will never be enough.

 Redemption comes at a price and I'm just scared that's it's going to be Emma!



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Get To Know You Interview

Tell us is there anything about you that people don't already know?
I love to explore new places and get ideas, watch films and relax with my kids.


Your books are so emotional. How long does it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on to the next?
Sometime it takes a really long time, but then other days they won’t talk to me. 


Are the names of the characters in your novels important?
Certain ones are yes. Good people that have touched my life..

What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
Taking a break!! Relaxing when you have written something emotional. 


What is the most demeaning thing said about you as a writer?
Thats not a real job!!

How do you react to a bad review of one of your books?
I learn from it and move on. My books won’t be for everyone and I’m great full they have took the time to read and review. 

What was the hardest part of writing your book?
For me its not having enough hours in a day, i do get distracted very quickly. 

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
I learnt that you can’t plan life that you have to roll with the punches. 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes!!! fight for your happy ever after.. because if you never give up you will get what you want...
Have you ever read or seen yourself as a character in a book or a movie?
NO, I’m pretty boring in real life, and these writes create amazing characters.

I love the covers. What made you choose them? What gave you the idea?
The vision for Fractured and Redemption sort of came at the start of the books i knew what i wanted so i saved up and made it happen. 


Who designs your covers?
Fransessca Webster…. she is amazing….

Describe in 5 words, your writing:
Lust, Revenge, Love, Sex and Death. 


When you were a child what did you want to be when you grew up?
 Various things i went through phases.. Ballerina, Vet, police dog handler.. lol I never found my dream until i started reading.  


What do you use to write your book?
Macbook air and pen and paper...

Do you listen to music while you are writing or reading?
Yes! when I’m writing, i feel music gives you better access to emotion. 

Tell us your latest news?
I’m hoping to start a completely new series… 


What book are you reading now?
Nothing at the moment. i have just finished Redemption so I’m taking a week or two to spend with my family. 

Do you have a nickname?
Moofa, or Sam….ask charlie Spence why Moofa 

What are your pet peeves?
Nothing really gets to me. Not everyone will like my crazy. So i think thats fine move on.
Do you ever write naked?
Haha Hell no…Six kids running round i would care them for life lol….but i do write in my Pj’s .

What is your favourite Starbuck’s/coffee shop drink?
Hate Starbuck’s…don’t drink coffee..Im a tea girl.


What's your favourite fruit?
Apple’s love them.


What's your favourite TV show?
Hawaii 5 O….Steve Mcgarret…yummy...


What's your favourite genre?
Paranormal and Fantasy romance. 

One of your favourite quotes
off hand…Same shit different day…. not sure who said it but i do like that quote. 

Do you enjoy giving interviews?
Haha, what author does really. i like that you all want to know a little bit more about me… so thanks for that lol. 


Top Ten Book Boyfriends
don’t really have any….I love all alpha males in books…

but Christian Grey is lovely.


Top Ten Love Triangles

Not into love triangles


Five Fun Facts:
I'm loud, I have a dirty sense of humour. love my kids. love my hubby. love the book world. 







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I am a mum to six wonderful children, and married to an amazing man who supports my dream to write.

I wouldn’t say that I wanted to be a writer from when I was little.
I only really started reading often when I had baby number five, as he was born very early and spent thirteen weeks in special care. It was then that I discovered my love for reading.
From then on, I was hooked. I read all types of romance books.
It dawned on me that I wanted to be more than a mum/reader/blogger. I wanted to write, as I have a very active imagination, so I put pen to paper.

I wrote my first book, Obsession, this year and I am super excited to say that it will be published on the 29/09/2015.

Coincidentally, this is my thirtieth birthday (at least I won't forget the day my first book went live).

I write romance - contemporary, dark and erotic.

I like to write about loss, pain and love, and
what it's like to fight for your happy ever after.




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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Release Blitz ~ Shadow (Cerberus MC Book3) by Marie James




Title: Shadow
Series: Cerberus MC #3
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance/MC
Release Date: August 3, 2016



Blurb

Morrison “Shadow” Griggs, VP of the Cerberus MC, is a force to be reckoned with. Women fall at his feet, willing to do almost anything for a night with him.

 Misty Bowen is the exception. She’s young and impressionable, but with her religious upbringing, she’s able to resist Shadow’s advances… for a while at least.

 Never one to look back on past conquests, Shadow is surprised that he’s intrigued by Misty, which only grows more when she seems to be done with him without a word.

 Being ghosted by a twenty-one-year-old is not the norm where he’s concerned, and the rejection doesn’t sit right with him.

 Life goes on, however, until Misty shows up on the doorstep of the Cerberus MC clubhouse with a surprise that rocks his entire world off of its axis.

 With only the clothes on her back and the consequences of her lies and deceit, Misty needs help now more than she ever has. Alone in the world and desperate for help, she turns to the one man she thought she’d never see again.

 Shadow would never turn his back on a woman in need, but his inability to forgive has always been his main character flaw. Unintended circumstances have cast Misty into his life, but will he have the ability to keep his distance when her situation necessitates a closeness he’s never dreamed of having with a woman?





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“Fancy seeing you here, Darlin’,” I whisper into the neck of the familiar female.

I see her smile, turning her head slightly toward mine.

 “Shadow,” she says softly as if she’s seen me prior to now and was waiting for me to come to her.

 “Let’s dance,” I say grabbing her hand and walking her out to the small dance floor.

 I met Misty Bowen months ago when several of the Cerberus MC members traveled to Denver with Kincaid, our president, to help find his cousin’s abducted girlfriend. She was working in the front office of the school Josie worked at and was abducted from. Being there was routine for me, part of my job was to canvas the area and see if anyone had seen anything unusual leading up to the kidnapping.

 What wasn’t routine was my heart skipping a beat and my cock thickening in my jeans at the sight of the young, dark-haired beauty answering calls at the front desk of the elementary school. Not one to deny myself, I pursued her relentlessly in my down time in Denver, finally catching her a few days before the mission ended in finding Josie alive, tied up in a closet in a meth den. It was actually Misty who called and gave me the heads up that a little girl came and reported her parents for keeping a woman tied up in their house.

 She was the consummate, attentive lover, keen on any suggestion I made. We’re back in Denver for Josie and Kaleb’s wedding. I’m slow dancing with the girl I never thought I’d see again. To be honest, I’m an asshole, and I haven’t given her much thought since the last time I climbed out of the hotel bed, leaving her asleep without so much as a kiss on the cheek.

 Seeing her now with her dark hair pulled up high on her head, leaves me with a little bit of regret, wondering if I shouldn’t have handled things differently. She’s gorgeous in her conservative, black dress as we sway to the music. I came to this wedding with every intention of finding a chick to take back to my room, but I also never considered that Misty would be here. It’s perfect actually because I know she’ll be willing to accompany me without much of a fight. This gives me more time with her body than if I had to woo some other chick tonight.

“I guess I should have expected you to be here,” I say into her hair as I lead her around the dance floor. “I know you and Josie are friends.”

She nods. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I didn’t think the rescuing bikers would come back though.”

 “We always show up for family,” I say in explanation.

 The song fades from one song to another more upbeat song, one I wouldn’t be caught dead dancing to. “I’m gonna grab drink, Darlin’. I know you’re not old enough, but you want a water? Coke maybe?”

 She grins mischievously. “I’ll have a martini.” I cock an eyebrow at her. “I turned twenty-one last month.”

 “Martini it is,” I say wrapping my arm around her waist as we make our way to the bar.

 We drink. We dance. We stumble to my room in the hotel a few hours later.

 Through the haze of alcohol, I clumsily remove her clothes, licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of her body that comes close to my mouth. She does the same.

 She was shy and reserved the first time I managed to get her under me, but in a matter of days I managed to turn her into the minx she is now pawing at my clothes.

 “Fuck,” I groan when she bites my nipple just a little too hard.
I pick her up and toss her on the bed, undressing myself to avoid further injury to either one of us. I grab the condom from my wallet before shucking off my slacks. I’m sure I pop a button off my white shirt in my haste to get it off my body.
I stare over at her, legs spread wide, hands groping at her full breasts.

“Damn, Darlin’,” I say walking to the bed and tearing at the condom wrapper with my teeth. “Don’t get started without me.”

 I crawl between her legs. The shift in the mattress causes me to lose my balance. I fall to my side, but right myself quickly. I pick up the rubber that bounced out of my hand and begin rolling it down my throbbing cock, watching Misty’s face. Her eyes are hooded, and looking down to the apex of her thighs I can see her arousal glistening in the low light of the room.

 “Goddamn it,” I spit when the thin latex tears in my fingers.

 “What’s wrong?” she purrs.

 I rip the ruined condom off my cock and sit back on my heels, hands on my thighs. “That was my only fucking condom.”
She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill,” she pants reaching for my dick, stroking it in long firm pulls. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

 I pull her hand off me, but rather than tell her that’s not going to happen, the bourbon changes my mind. I spread her legs and line my bare cock against her entrance.

 “Yes,” she begs.

 I thrust into her in one stroke, loving the way she encapsulates me. Hot, tight, perfect pussy quivers along my length as I lean over her. Slanting my mouth slightly, I kiss her sloppily. She doesn’t seem to mind and gives just as good as she gets.

 I feel her legs wrap around my hips, and I plunge even deeper. I can feel her breasts shifting and moving from the pounding, relentless drives of my hips.

 Her whimper is the first sign of her impending orgasm, so I grind my hips, rotating my body against her clit. Nails dig deep into my back as she clenches around me. I swallow her cries of ecstasy and give her mine as I explode inside of her.
“Fuck, Misty.” I kiss her again. “This pussy is going to be the death of me.”

 She nips at my chin as I pull out of her and flop on my back. My breathing is erratic, and I hate the way the cold air hits my dick so soon after leaving the warmth of her body. I hear my cell phone chime a text. Looking at the bedside table, I see that it’s after two in the morning. Only important shit hits my phone this late.

 I reach into the pocket of my slacks and pull my phone out.

 Kincaid: Wrench is in town. Get your ass over here.

 Kincaid and Emmalyn are staying at Kaleb and Josie’s tonight, and he has a pretty good sixth sense about shit like this, so I know he’s not just being overprotective over his girl.
I climb out of the bed and begin pulling my clothes back on. Once dressed, I lean over Misty who still has a sated smile on her face.

“I have to go, Darlin’.”

 Her smile falters slightly before she tugs her lips back up. I lean in and take her dark nipple into my mouth, sucking it to a hardened peak. I mentioned I’m an asshole right? I need to make sure that she’s down to meet up again should I find my way back to Denver anytime soon.

 I kiss her long and hard before walking out of the room to make sure my club president and his woman are safe.


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AUTHOR BIO

Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.


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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

NOW LIVE ~ Destiny's Choice by Victoria Saccenti

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DestinysChoice1800w copy 2 No one evades Fate. Especially when the escape route is cracked and full of holes. As a naïve young woman, Marité Muro nearly drowned in a maelstrom of confusing emotions stirred by two very different men. One whose tortured soul tugged at her heart, another whose scorching touch made her innocent body want…more. Four years in a Spanish prep school gave her time to gain perspective, and now she’s come home to Florida knowing what she wants. The one man she’s never been able to forget, and she’s ready to prove their age difference is no obstacle. Vietnam left scars on Brian MacKay, some visible, some invisible—and infinitely more dangerous. His war buddy’s sister-in-law has ripened into a tempting, irresistible woman, but she is forbidden fruit. Yet she challenges his resolve until, in a moment of weakness, his demons slip free. Marité isn’t sure why the man who held her closer than skin is suddenly holding her at arm’s length, but she isn’t afraid to fight for him. Even when someone returns from the past who could destroy everything. Her home. Her family. And Brian’s love.

EXCERPT:

December 1969 You’re late…you’re late. Where the heck are you? Out of the corner of her eye, Marité Muro scanned the hallway of the chapel. To her mounting frustration, several attendees standing next to a column blocked her view. She could stare forever and accomplish nothing. Neither the people nor the column would move out of her way. Reality does stink. She didn’t have X-ray vision or mental superpowers like the superheroes in her favorite comics and fantasy novels. Her human anatomy had its limitations, and just to reinforce that concept, a painful stab attacked her temples as a multitude of sparks filled her vision. Half-blind, she tangled the tip of her elegant new shoe with the footed base of a nearby massive candleholder, and she nearly flew forward. Mumbling a curse that would’ve shocked her mother, Marité froze in place, waiting for her vision to clear. Thanks to the futile search, she’d almost made a fool of herself in front of everyone and, worse, had missed key aspects of a ritual she didn’t know well. She should be following the ceremony. Any minute, the spotlight and all eyes would be on her, which meant ignoring the stupid voice that wouldn’t stop nagging in her mind. The incessant taunts had begun as soon as she took her place by the baptismal font: Go ahead. Turn around. Check the crowd, silly girl. How else will you know? Well, screw the voice. She had an important role and should appear focused on the celebration—same as Brian, her partner in the ceremony—or at least pretend. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking of Michael. Why aren’t you here? How about a little peek? the voice insisted. Shifting her gaze to the left hallway, she tried again, seeking a body, a shadow, some movement, anything that might indicate her cousin’s arrival. Nope. Nothing. Zip. You’re going to ruin it if you don’t show up. How could he miss the triple christening when it meant so much to everyone? The entire family had flown in from the Old Country, not to mention friends from all over. Forget the relatives, she had dreamed about this occasion for weeks, had bought this pink chiffon dress and complementary shoes, hoping to regain his attention. She wanted him to see her among adults, doing adult things like a young lady. Maybe then she’d impress the indifference out of him and the uncomfortable disaffection would end. Not so long ago, he would’ve insisted on driving her. He would’ve been full of advice on the ride over. He used to be so protective and supportive, so affectionate, but lately— The clinking sound of the swaying censer and Father O’Leary’s voice grew louder. He’d moved from infant to infant, performing the sacramental rite: dabbing bits of salt in their mouths, sprinkling the tiny foreheads with holy water, and lastly anointing them with chrism. And now it was Rebecca’s turn, the gorgeous child cradled in her arms. Marité glanced at the beaming parents standing off to her right, Raquel and Matthew Buchanan, her sister and brother-in-law. Dismissing her earlier preoccupation, Marité sent a silent prayer on their behalf for a life full of well-deserved happiness. They’d struggled enough. Father O’Leary recited the questions to the godparents, and Marité answered in unrehearsed unison with Brian. The sound of his deep voice, full of emotion and self-assured, rang in her ears as spirals of thick church incense wafted around her with its heady scent. A dreamy feeling overcame Marité. Each I do response seemed to roll out of Brian’s lips in slow motion. The words echoed throughout the room, then ricocheted inside her mind in giant swells. A sense of déjà vu transported her to a distant time in a faraway chamber, richly ornate and full of golden lights, nowhere she knew or had seen before… The experience didn’t last; it ended with the last question but left her shivering. She looked Brian’s way. “Brian?” He leaned forward. “Lil’ godmother?” “Forget it. It’s nothing,” she said quickly. Whatever she’d seen, Brian obviously had not. No point in pursuing it further. Brian MacKay, Matthew’s best friend and ex-war buddy, was the happiest person she’d ever known in all of her fifteen years. His smile could brighten the gloomiest day. In these days of the Vietnam War, men who survived the jungle came home either physically damaged or with broken spirits, sometimes both. Not Brian. His cheerful disposition had carried him through exhausting physical therapy sessions—she’d heard Raquel and Matthew talk—and conquered his wounds. She watched in awed respect as he moved or walked about, displaying his faltering step like a badge of honor and the ever-present cane like a scepter. Despite the seven-year gap between them, Brian didn’t condescend to her. He treated her as an equal, and she liked that quality best. When she learned Brian had agreed to become Rebecca’s godfather, she’d been overjoyed and honored. The sacrament would not only bind them to the child but to each other, as compadres in a very special lifelong relationship, almost like parents. Her thoughts pivoted to her absent cousin…and yep, she was back to where she’d started. “What is it?” Brian nudged her arm. “That frown’s ruining your purdy face.” Marité knew he’d tried to keep his voice down but was also certain folks in the last row heard him. “Shhh,” she whispered, and, suppressing a rising giggle, she bumped him with her shoulder. Brian jerked up to his full height, snapping two fingers in mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.” Rebecca must have found their exchange entertaining, because she decided to join the fun. Her rosebud lips puckered, releasing a loud half-raspberry, half-spit bubble. “Not very ladylike,” Marité murmured. Brian snickered, and the priest shot them both a warning glare. Her sister, Raquel, heard the sound and flicked a signal to Matthew. As a lighted taper was presented to Marité and Brian, Matthew retrieved Rebecca in exchange, rescuing everyone from the priest’s displeasure. With little Rebecca’s explorations in sound effects successfully silenced, Father O’Leary nodded, and the baptism proceeded in its ordered sequence. Boom! The sound of a kneeler dropped carelessly on the floor reverberated throughout the chapel like a discharged cannon. Marité tossed poise out the window and turned, peering above and beyond the curious guests to the source of the commotion. You know how to make an entrance, don’t you? With hands pressed against the last pew, Michael leaned forward. His shoulder-length hair, falling in the direction of his hands, concealed his features. On her next breath, Marité evaluated the situation in the room: a pale Aunt Coralina directed a wife-to-husband plea for serenity to Uncle Jonas, whose gaze emitted ice-blue fury toward his irreverent son. An unexpected censuring scoff out of Brian startled her, and Marité pivoted, beginning to feel like a spinning top. The frown of disapproval was a rare departure from Brian’s affable countenance. Confounded by it all, Marité flipped back around just as Michael looked up, tossed back his leonine mane in obvious defiance, and smirked. Ignoring everyone present, he glared at her. A chill ran down Marité’s spine…
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A native of Cuba, Victoria acquired a love for books from her mother, and the desire to see the world from her father. As a result she has been around the globe by her count, at least twice. From her journeys she has gathered a varied collection of stories and anecdotes, which now serve to inspire her muse. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband, she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores. Stay in touch with Victoria via Facebook or drop me a line on my web page, Victoria Saccenti Writes or visit her Amazon Author page: Author.to/VictoriaSaccenti
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Blog Tour ~ Beyond the Pine by Kate Benson


Blog Tour - Beyond the Pine by Kate Benson
Book - Beyond the Pine
Author - Kate Benson
Blog Tour - 1st - 7th August
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***This book contains adult content and is intended for mature readers***
Watch and pray that you may not enter temptation…
What if in one moment, you find out your life—your entire existence was a lie?
When rogue, nomad biker Asher Reed finds himself on the side of the road injured from an accident, he assumes he’s taken his final ride. Waking days later in an infirmary located within a secret, religious compound, his first impulse is to run. His church had always been the road, and he, the last man who should be among the faithful. When his raven-haired caretaker appears, his instincts and everything he once believed in diminishes, leaving only temptation.
The spirit indeed is willing…
Riley Chapman had long ago resigned herself to a life of order, reverence, and duty. Her coveted role as assistant to the Reverend should be enough to keep her happy, content with her life. Her whole life she wondered about what was on the other side of the tree line she’d always been told would keep her safe.
What if she wasn’t safe anymore?
But the flesh is weak.
When a chance encounter pulls Asher and Riley together and temptation is too much to resist, how can they keep their dangerous secret? In a place where secrets are sins and the trustworthy can’t be trusted, who will they turn to in search of salvation?

Beyond the Pine is a dark, multi-POV standalone romance that will have you gasping, swooning and on the edge of your seat.




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Kate Benson was raised in Texas and currently resides in central Florida with her husband, their two dogs and two cats. She learned to read at the age of four and has been hooked ever since. 

She credits her passion for literature to her mother, her love of story-telling to her father and her unwavering faith in happily-ever-after’s to her husband, Sean.
Some of her favorite things include rainy days, loud music, superhero movies, hot tea and of course, lazy afternoons with a great book.
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Pre-order Blitz ~ Skin Deep by Kimberly Kincaid




Where there’s smoke…

For firefighter Kellan Walker, checking his emotions at the door doesn’t just keep him on the level. It keeps him alive. A gut-wrenching find at the scene of a blaze threatens to blow his ironclad composure, but when the detective assigned to the case is the same woman who put his sister’s life at risk three months ago, all bets for Kellan being calm, cool, or collected are definitely off.

There’s bound to be fire…

Keeping people safe is Isabella Moreno’s number one priority, no matter how tough the case. Working without solid leads and with the gorgeous, broody firefighter who believes she’s responsible for endangering his sister on a previous case isn’t ideal. But someone is hurting women in the here and now. Isabella will do whatever it takes to find justice.

As Kellan and Isabella reluctantly team up to catch a criminal, they realize they have more in common than they’d ever imagined. With every move, the stakes grow higher and the passion sizzles hotter, but can they race against the clock and the odds to catch a killer? Or will they lose their hearts—and their lives? 



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