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BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY: Carnal Persuasion by K.T. Fisher & Ava Manello

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Book: Carnal Persuasion
Series: Severed MC #4
Author: KT Fisher & Ava Manello
Genre: MC
Cover Design: Margreet Asselbergs
Cover Model: Asher Collins
Cover Photographer: Richard Hunter of RIHUPHOTO
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Synopsis

The fourth installment in the Severed MC series finds Cowboy wrestling with his demons. Can he go on, or is he too broken after everything he’s endured?

Meanwhile the citizens of Severed are caught up in a war, and it’s down to Severed MC to try and save them.

This book is going to blow your mind.

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Review: 5 Stars

The Severed MC series has been my favorite MC series from the beginning. I loved Carnal Persuasion just as much as the other books but it is a little different. Why do I say this? The other books are action-packed while this one has some action also it is no where near the amount we get in the others. With that being said I still loved Cowboy’s story.

Cowboy is broken, he feels like he isn’t good enough and never will be. I would say Cowboy is the most sensitive MC from this series yet, don’t get me wrong he still is a hard and scary as a biker. That sensitive side of him really made me fall hard for this broken biker.

Cowboy and Lucy are close but very complicated. Can they both overcome their own issues and differences and have a future together?

I think K.T. Fisher & Ava Manello make one hell of a team. Once I started reading I couldn’t put it down. As with the other Severed MC books you get several different POVs from many of the main characters. I really enjoy getting pieces of the other characters lives. The cover for Carnal Persuasion is my favorite (Very HOT) and I must say I think Cowboy may be my favorite biker. (I have a thing for hot damaged men) I can’t wait until the next one.

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Prologue

Cowboy
It’s dark when I let myself into Emma’s apartment. Even if everything has gone to plan, I know it will be tomorrow before she gets back.

I shouldn’t have let her embark on this crazy scheme of hers on her own. But, she was so determined; nothing and no one could sway her from her path.

I sink into her sofa, guilt eating away at me.

I’m carrying a shit load of guilt around with me these days. Guilt that I’ve let Emma go in search of a madman, guilt that I didn’t rush into that cabin in time, guilt that I sat there in the shop whilst Danni died just feet away, guilt for not getting to Cassie quickly enough and even more guilt that in my stupid ignorance I hadn’t realized she was still alive when I got there.

There’s so much guilt it feels like a fucking cancer, destroying me from the inside out.

I sit there in the darkness, alone. I feel so fucking alone all the time now, even when I’m in a crowd of people. Emma’s spent the last three months focused on revenge. It’s the only thing that’s kept her going. It was the reason she needed to get out of bed in the morning. I don’t have a focus and I sure as shit don’t have a reason for getting out of bed anymore.

This is a dangerous time of night. The time between midnight and dawn. It’s the time where I let the dark thoughts take over. Would anyone miss me if I were gone? I really don’t think they would. I think they’d be better off if I wasn’t here. I’m just a dead weight now.

I’ve lost weight. My jeans and shirt hang from my hollow frame. I have no interest in eating. I’ve
been keeping my own company most of the time. Not that anyone’s really noticed; they’re all so busy living their own lives, as they should.

The last three months, hell, the last six months, have been the scariest that most of us have lived through. We’ve been hunted, betrayed and picked off, one by one. I’m such a selfish prick I didn’t notice when my best friend was falling apart and turning into a rat. How could I not see the hell that he was going through? Perhaps though, he just learned to hide it well. A skill I’ve come to master myself of late.

I try to think of anyone who’d be better off with me in their life and I’m sad to say that I can’t. Sure, a few people would shed tears if I wasn’t around anymore, but they’d soon pick up and move on with their lives. Angel has Eve and Elizabeth. Prez has Teresa and they’re expecting a baby. Emma’s going to move on with her own life once tonight’s over. Come tomorrow, she won’t need me anymore.

I understand now what I have to do. It’s like a fog has lifted, revealing the clear path lying ahead of me.

I turn the polished metal in my hands. Such a small thing, yet it can destroy so many lives. Tonight though I’m going to use it to make other people’s lives better. That’s got to be a good thing. Right?

I place the barrel of the gun in my mouth, closing my lips around it. Am I supposed to say a prayer now? Make a peace with my God?

The problem is I no longer have faith. How can you watch so many people you love die and still have faith in a religion?

It’s selfish of me to do this here. It’s not fair on Emma. She’s tough though. She’ll handle it. She’ll get over it.
Spinning the barrel, I leave the decision to fate. Bracing myself, I pull the trigger. The click of the gun masking the soft click of the door opening.

Russian fucking roulette. The pull of the trigger is the only noise the gun makes. Fate has decided. She’s not done with me yet.

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Severed Angel (Severed MC#1)
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Carnal Desire (Severed MC#2)
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Severed Justice (Severed MC#3)
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About the Authors

KT Fisher

I love reading, it’s my favourite hobby. I’ve always had ideas for my own books packed into my head so I thought I would write them out for people to enjoy.

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Ava Manello

Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,

I love erotic suspense that’s well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.

I’m a mother, but most of all I’m me!

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BLOG TOUR & $25 GIFTCARD GIVEAWAY: CORRUPTING Cinderella by Autumn Jones Lake

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Can a lawyer and a criminal maintain an enduring romantic relationship?

Although Hope and Rock care deeply for one another, the truth is they come from completely different worlds. Add to that the fact that they are also both headstrong people, and they have a very rough road ahead of them.

For Rock that means introducing Hope to what it really means to be part of his brutal and shady world, where the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club is his main focus. For Hope it means accepting the things she can’t change, and understanding that Rock is a man who will do anything to keep her safe.

As Rock continues to draw Hope deeper into his world, painful misunderstandings and opposition from the members of his club will threaten to drive them apart.

 

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As an only child, Autumn kept herself entertained by making up all sorts of stories. For a long time, life and school dimmed her enthusiasm for creative writing. But as soon as she rediscovered her love of storytelling, she put her fingers to the keyboard and hasn’t looked back.

Her favorite books to read are mystery, thrillers, horror, romance, erotica and urban fantasy. Her favorite thing to write is romance. All of her stories have to include a hunky hero and an optimistic ending.

When she’s not writing, Autumn spends time listening to music, going to concerts, and driving her family nuts. She enjoys reading, gardening, acting, and collecting nail polish. (Her husband says she shouldn’t be allowed to include gardening in her list of hobbies, because she makes him do all the work, but that’s not relevant.)

Autumn lives in Upstate New York with her husband and their three rescue dogs. She is actively involved with several dog rescue groups and her local RWA chapter.
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Tasty Book Tours Q&A with Autumn Jones Lake

Author of New Release, CORRUPTING CINDERELLA (Lost Kings MC Book #2)

~Autumn, thanks for taking the time to chat about your latest book in the Lost Kings MC Series, CORRUPTING CINDERELLA. Let’s talk about the Series, had you originally planned to have Hope and Rock as the Hero and Heroine of the second in the series, or did you feel their journey needed more of a destination?

Their story was originally one book, but as it grew (and grew!) it became clear it would need to take place over three books. The two of them were coming from so far apart, such different worlds, it was going to take a quite a bit to get them together and have it be truly believable. Plus, even though the first three stories belong to Rock and Hope, the other members play very vital and active roles, as I am also setting up their stories.

~How Much fun have you had writing the Lost Kings?

So much fun! I love these guys.

~Who is your Favorite Character of the Series?

I adore Rock and Hope and I’ll be sad when I finish their story. I keep telling myself it’s my series and I can do what I want with it, so if I feel there is a story to tell there, I can always go back to them if I want to. LOL! I will say Wrath is definitely the most vocal and demanding character.

~With so many MC Romances releasing left and right, are you finding it difficult to come up with fresh ideas for the series, or do the storylines, and plots just come to you as you are writing?

First, I have to say, I’m a romance writer at heart, but some of the typical “rules of romance” can be confining. I’m also a rule-breaker, so MC Romance is very appealing to me for that reason.

I think, at least with the first books, I shied away from the “typical” MC Romance story lines. I wasn’t interested in doing anything where the heroine is abducted by a rival club or attacked or anything like that. It’s been done. I had no interest in the scenario where the hero and heroine get into a tiff and he goes and gets one of the club girls to service him and the heroine catches him in the act. That’s pretty standard stuff in MC Romances, and that’s fine. It’s realistic for the sub-genre. What interested me more, was the inherent conflict of an unapologetic criminal and a lawyer getting together and falling in love despite their vast differences. I mean, they meet when she’s working in court as an attorney and

he’s in handcuffs and a prison jumpsuit—it’s hard to picture a relationship blossoming out of that scenario! I don’t know how you could make that work in a single novel.

But to answer the question better, the plots and story lines just keep coming with these characters. Rock is a highly-possessive, alpha male, who runs a criminal enterprise, and Hope is a well-educated, independent woman who has taken an oath to uphold the law. Their story pretty much writes itself.

~How many books do you have planned for the Lost Kings MC Series?

Right now, 6 – 8. Book 4 will be Wrath’s story. 5 will be Z’s or Murphy’s. It depends on who is more vocal at the time. And I definitely plan for a wedding novella or two. Wrath’s story is complicated, but it will be interesting as it goes back in time to when the Lost Kings were coming out of some dark times. A lot of questions about Trinity’s past will also answered. It will be vastly different from Rock and Hope’s story in a lot of ways. I think it’s going to shock people, but at the same time stay true to the world I’ve created.

~What are you currently working on?

I was literally working on Book 3 right before I sat down to do this interview! It gets intense pretty quick, so I needed to take a break.

~Thank You so much for chatting today!!

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Character Interview

Interviewer’s Notes: So, I have this interview scheduled with both Rock and Hope, but so far it’s just me and Rock, sitting at a table in the back of Uncommon Grounds café in Empire. I’m definitely not getting the warm fuzzies from him. He’s not rude, he just looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here. He’s facing the front of the café and scrutinizing every person who walks in the door.

Rock: Sorry about this. Hope’s always running late.

Interviewer: Was she in court this morning?

Rock: No.

Interviewer’s Notes: I can tell Hope must have arrived, because Rock’s entire expression changes. He actually smiles and stands. Hope throws herself against him and well, it’s kinda awkward for this interviewer for a moment.

Hope: I’m so sorry I’m late!

Rock nudges the extra coffee cup he has on the table in front of Hope.

Rock: Babe, you hungry? Want something?

Hope: I’m good. Thanks. Let’s get started.

Interviewer: Do you have to be in court?

Hope: No. I, uh, might be starting a new job soon.

Interviewer: Really?

Hope: I can’t talk about it yet, but it’s interesting.

Interviewer: Okay, so how is life these days? You look both happy.

Hope: Life is good.

Rock: No complaints.

Interviewer: Hope, how are things with you and the club? Still tension with the guys or have

things settled down?

Hope: (laughs) Um, Wrath’s the only one who ever gives me a hard time. The rest of the guys seem to have accepted me.

Rock: He still giving you shit?

Hope: (more laughter)

Interviewer: What was the moment Hope, when you knew Rock was “it” for you? And same for you Rock, when was the “Aha”?

Hope: That’s hard for me to answer.

Interviewer’s note: Rock gives me a look that makes me finally understand what people mean when they use the phrase “death glare.”

Hope: I think the moment we were in his garage, when he explained how long he’d had feelings for me. I already knew I was falling for him hard but I didn’t realize how deep his feelings for me were until that moment.

Interviewer: Wow. Rock?

Rock: I’d like to say the second I saw her, but it just wasn’t a possibility at that time.

Interviewer: Hope, was it hard for you that first time you saw Rock after your husband’s funeral?

Hope: That was a difficult time for me. I was in such a…fog. I was touched that he cared enough to see if I needed anything, but I wasn’t thinking about anything beyond that.

Interviewer: How about later when you guys ran into each other?

Hope: Well (nervous laughter) I was a little tipsy. I was more amazed to run into him than anything, it’s not like we really ran in the same circles…

Rock: Can we move on now?

Interviewer: Sure! Let’s try to lighten up the mood here a bit. Hope, if it wasn’t Rock, which of the other Lost Kings would you consider “Taking a Ride” on….I mean with?

Rock: What the fuck kind of question is that?

Hope: Hmmm…well, Wrath is definitely attractive, but his personality…no. Z’s very devilish, so he’s more like a big brother, plus he’s hooked up with my friend, Lilly, so…no. Bricks has a girlfriend. Murphy is too young for me…so…

Rock: You seem to have given this a lot of thought, babe.

Interviewer: Fair is fair, Rock, any of Hope’s friends you’d like to spend a night with?

Rock: No.

Interviewer: Okay, then. Let’s move on.

Rock: Good idea.

Interviewer: Rock what is one non-sexual thing that Hope does that gets you hotter than anything?

Rock: Everything she does is hot as fuck.

Interviewer: Anything more specific?

Rock: The way she sticks up for herself and for other people.

Interviewer: Nice. Okay, Hope what is the most romantic thing Rock has done for you, that you loved, but most women would find obnoxious?

Hope: Well, I think it was Rock coming to see if I was okay the day of my husband’s funeral. I know…certain people in my life expressed the opinion that it was inappropriate. But nothing improper happened and it really did help me when I was feeling low.

Interviewer: Rock, what are Three Things you LOVE about Hope and Three Things that drive you CRAZY?

Rock: Love everything about her. She’s caring and clever. She’s good to my family, even though they give her a hard time. She puts up with my shit. Got no problem telling it like it is when we’re alone. She’s really hot when she’s pissed off.

Interviewer: Those are all good things. Anything that drives you nuts?

Rock: My girl is very messy.

Hope: What?!

Interviewer: Uhh

Rock: Doll, your closet looks like a bomb went off in it.

Hope: Whatever. Do I get to answer the same question?

Interviewer: Of course. Hope, Three Things you LOVE about Rock and Three Things that have you thinking of places where they will never find the body?

Hope: Love that Rock always makes me feel very special and cared for. He’s exciting to be around and has more depth than people realize. He’s protective of the people he cares about. (Hope’s cheeks turn bright pink) He’s very sexy. People don’t realize this because he looks so mean and intimidating, but he’s very loving and charming underneath all that.

Interviewer: That’s sweet. Any dislikes?

Hope: Well, he’s bossy. Demanding. Overprotective. Secretive—

Rock: That’s more than three, Hope.

Hope: Oh, sorry.

Interviewer: Hope, how has life changed since becoming an Ol’ Lady?

Hope: I don’t know that it has.

Rock: (chuckles)

Interviewer: So, Hope, before you guys met, it’s been rumored that Rock used to go through women like socks. From the strippers at his dance club to the girls that hang around his motorcycle club. Has that been difficult for you?

Rock: Really?

Hope: (laughing and shaking her head) Everyone has a past. Rock’s is just more…colorful than mine.

Interviewer: If you guys could choose one song title to describe your relationship what would it be?

Interviewer’s note, both answered at the same time.

Rock: Sweet and Wild.

Hope: You’re the One.

Interviewer: Aww. So what is next for you guys? Marriage?

Interviewer’s note, again both of them answer at the same time.

Hope: No.

Rock: Yes.

Interviewer: Well, this is awkward.

Hope: (looking at Rock) After that…thing you explained to me, I thought that was…I always thought you didn’t want to get married again.

Rock: That was before I met you.

Hope: Oh. Wow.

Interviewer: Kids in your future?

Rock: Please. I already have a clubhouse full of children to look after.

Hope: (laughing) That’s completely true. Seriously though, I’d like to have Rock to myself for a little longer before we think about children.

Rock: Sounds good to me.

Interviewer: Thank you both for hanging out with me today! Best of luck for the future!

Hope: Thank you.




 

 
 
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RELEASE DAY BLITZ & GIVEAWAY: Easy Virtue by Mia Asher

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Are you ready for Blaire?
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Blurb
Love is selfish…
My name is Blaire.
I’m the bad girl.
The other woman.
The one who never gets the guy in the end.
I’m the gold digger.
The bitch.
The one no one roots for.
The one you love to hate.
I hate myself too…
Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?
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Excerpt

Part I

Innocence

Past

What is love?

I dont know.

Ive never had it.

Is it even real?

No, I dont think so. I mean, how can I believe in love when Ive never witnessed it? When it seems to only exist in books and films, or in the lives of more fortunate people than me? Trust me, I know.

Love is my personal chimera.

I am gazing at brown eyes, admiring the richness of the color, the beauty of the man to whom they belong to.

Youre so beautiful, Blaire so wet, he murmurs, his hand going between my legs as he begins to rub me. His fingers spread me open to their soft invasion, tuning my body to his wants and needs, preparing me to be taken as the hot friction of his touch lights a wild fire within my body. Its not the first time he has touched me like this, but each time feels better and betterthe sensations all-consuming and heady.

One finger.

Two fingers.

One finger.

Two fingers.

Over and over again.

His invasion is fast and slow, deep and shallow. His touch is soiled heaven.

As I open my legs wider for him, I wonder if it feels this good because of him or because Im taking something that doesnt belong to me and making it mine.

Oh God I love you, Blaire. I love you I love you …” he pants in my ear.

Dont stop it feels so good, I breathe.

Okay, maybe its because at this moment in time this man thinks he loves me and no one else but me, however false his proclamation may be.

I close my eyes as his lips land on mine. He kisses me softly as if Im made out of gold, kissing me with that familiar mouth Ive seen smile tenderly at me so many times before. The assault of his tongue debilitates me but doesnt incapacitate me.

Its four dollars, gorgeous, the cute barista says, smiling at me.

Im about to pay for my cappuccino when I hear a deep, manly voice say, Let me get that for you.

A man wearing a beige suit comes forward, standing next to me as he hands the barista some bills. Ive seen you around youre Paiges friend.

I smile, licking my suddenly dry lips. Thank you, and yes I know Paige.

The smile on his handsome face seems to freeze as his gaze follows the tip of my tongue, the spark of hunger brightening his eyes. Inwardly, I smile because who knew it was so easy to make men desire me, particularly when I went without attention for so long.

My pleasure. Are you, he coughs, here with someone else?

I shake my head and look at him through fluttering eyelashes. No, Im here all by myself. I pause, touching his arm invitingly, and smile. Would you like to join me?

He looks around the coffee shop, probably considering if he should, if its proper to do so, but less than five seconds later, hes staring at me once again. Sure.

Yes, just like that.

The beige walls are spinning.

The clock is ticking.

The bedsprings creak as the moon cries outside the motel window.

And the man above me kisses me while he fingers me, preparing me for him. Gotta love such a thoughtful man.

I can taste his sweet saliva mixing with mine, and I love it.

Please, I beg against his lips, reaching for his hard cock and wrapping my fingers around it. Im ready.

I feel his mouth leave mine as he begins to make his way down my partially dressed body. Are you sure, Blaire? Are you sure you want to do this with me?

I open my eyes to witness what I think I want him to do. No, what Im sure I want him to do. I cant help the smile I feel playing on my lips as I see him struggling with his conscience. He asks me if Im sure when he has already fucked my mouth with his cock countless number of times, when his fingers have filled every orifice of my body. Should I laugh? No I decide to take pity instead.

Im sure, so sure, I say, letting my arms land like dead weight on the bed, the cheap fabric rough against my skin.

All right.

When I feel the bed dip between my legs, I instinctively open them for him and watch as he brings a condom package to his mouth. As he rips it open with his teeth, I admire his perfect full lips that emphasize how masculine he is.

I feel pleased with myself.

So fucking pleased because he wants me.

Mr. Callahan wants me. Me. Can you believe it? Chubby Blaire. Ugly and awkward Blaire.

Unlovable Blaire.

I guess Im not that ugly anymore. My body? What was considered fat as a child is now called boobs and ass. Guys want it. They want me. They want to touch me, grope me, feel me they want to screw me. And it feels good to be wanted so good. It makes me feel powerful, and like a potent drug spreading inside your bloodstream, I want more.

I need more.

Hurry up, I say, not bothering to be shy or coy about it. I mean, he brought me here to have sex, right?

Fuck, give me a second, Blaire. Trying to get the damn condom on my dick.

As he rolls the rubber on his stiff dick, his eyes wonder over my bare chest, my face, my spread legs. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind, he mutters, Youre so beautiful. I want you so much.

Thats not the first time I have heard those words come out of a mans mouth. Josh tells me all the time how beautiful I am, how perfect I am, how much he wants me, how much he loves me. But hes my friend with benefits. The words kind of lose their meaning when its the same person saying them to you over and over again.

Show me.

Those two words are all it takes for him to spread my legs wider with his hands and finally enter me with his throbbing dick. Pain shoots through my body, and a groan escapes my mouth when he covers my body with his. I feel his whole length inside me in one deep thrust.

Christ, youre so tight.

He lifts both my legs, wrapping them around his lean waist and starts to thrust. Hard. It hurts. But I like the pain. It sobers me.

And thats when reality comes crashing down on me. It hits me with the speed and blinding power of a torpedo, making me realize what Im doing. What Im giving away and the man doesnt even know it.

What the hell am I doing?

Proving that you are your mothers daughter.

Making her proud.

The room is filled with the noises of the man grunting his pleasure and the wet slapping of our skin; it makes me want to gag. I want to throw up. Maybe its the alcohol I drank.

Maybe its self-disgust.

The initial pain is gone and now I just feel sore. And strange.

His beautiful face lowers, his lips about to connect with mine, and I feel the bile rise inside my throat. I turn my face to the side, his kiss landing on my cheek. My eyes watch the way the lights in the bathroom illuminate all its used and dirty ugliness.

Oh God, Im going to come Im going to come Im going to come, he continues to pant in my ear, pumping in and out of my body. Before I know whats happening, he half-screams and half groans, his body going tense on top of mine.

And just like that its over. In less than five minutes Ive managed to kill a part of me.

Our breathing evens and he pulls out, moving to stand up. I push myself up on my elbows to see him inspect his condom. It still glistens. By the time he lifts his eyes, connecting with mine, Ive already wrapped my body with the duvet cover.

Confusion, shock, and pleasure reflect in those brown eyes. I-I didnt know I …” His hands go to his hair as we stare at each other. I didnt know you were a virgin.

I shrug my shoulder carelessly, causing the duvet to slide down, exposing my bare breasts to him. His eyes immediately flare with lust. It doesnt matter I wanted it to be you.

And thats the truth.

But—”

But nothing. If it bothers you, then forget it happened. I already did, I say, ending the conversation.

This is my body. I will have the last word. Not him. Not anyone. This is my life. This is my decision.

Without giving myself a chance to doubt my next words, I turn to look at him in all his naked beauty, the gold wedding ring on his finger catching my attention. Dont worry, Mr. Callahan I wont tell your daughter that you fucked her classmate.

And with that, I seal my destiny.

About the Author:
Mia Asher
My name is Mia Asher.
I’m a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy – but who isn’t?
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BOOK BLITZ * GIVEAWAY: The Game by H.J. Bellus

Today is the day!  Chapter 1 of THE GAME.  Find out who the blonde beauty is who gives Levi THE GAME of his life.

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Levi
“Surgery went well, Levi, but it looks like you’ll still be out about two full months. You should be back on the field mid-season. My advice is to rest up and follow your
physical therapy to perfection.”
“Two months?” I question, hoping I heard him wrong.
“Levi, your body can’t take many more hits, and it definitely deserves a full
recovery.”
Trying to sit up in the bed, I begin to argue again. “But football is my…”
“It’s only going to take one wrong hit on your spine, and you’re done. Done, as in the
rest of your career, or finished, as in a wheelchair. Without a full recovery, your chances
of being in a wheelchair the rest of your life is heightened.” Dr. Valentine hesitates a
moment, jotting down some quick notes on a prescription pad, and then continues. “It’s
your choice, Levi. You need to give your body the time it needs to heal. I will be the
only one clearing you to play again.”
The doctor’s words are crystal clear, and I can see none of my razzle dazzle and shit
talking will convince him otherwise. The words finished and done scare the living shit
out of me. They are my worst nightmare and truly haven’t been a reality for me until
now. I feel it every morning when I get out of bed. Muscles, bones, and joints all scream
in protest with every single movement. Just the simple act of tying my shoes has been
painful.
I knew it would be a vicious tackle to take me out, and it was.  In a fucking preseason
game where it’s understood to take it easy on the players, especially the first string.  I
guess karma is a bitch. I saw number eighty-two flying in my direction, but chose to put
all my faith in my linemen to block him or at least hold him off until I released the ball.
There was a wide-open receiver for a gain of about twelve yards, but I wanted the long
bomb for the TD. When I saw my receiver finally open up in the end zone, it was just
about the exact time the defender took me out. Lost the ball, lost the game, and lost my
opportunity to play for two months.
“Want me to contact your father? You’ll need someone around.”
“No, I’m good.”
“Levi, I can’t stress to you how important this recovery is. You’ll need someone
around for physical and mental support. I don’t think any of your blonde bombshells
will be much assistance at all.”
His last words make me laugh because he’s absolutely right. None of my frequent
weekend entertainment is in it for the long haul. They’re all plum satisfied with a
weekend full of hot and heavy sex.
“No, don’t call my dad. I don’t need his judgmental, overbearing ass on me.”
“Well, you’re going to need some type of assistance over the next two months. Who
else is here in Dallas?”
While finally being able to shift my head enough to look out the window, I answer,
“I’ll have my driver pick me up.”
“You’ll need help, Levi.”
“I’ll fucking take care of it.”
Everything inside of me wants to pick up the nearest object and chuck it at the
window or the doctor’s face. Glass breaking or some bones crushing under my hands
would feel brilliant right about now. I have nothing left to live for until I can get back
out on that field.
If I were my brother, Lincoln, I’d have a loving wife and a dog at home to comfort
me while I heal. Instead, I have trophy case after trophy case to console me—oh, and my
three Super Bowl rings. The one thing about the trophies and rings is they are amazing
and life altering to win in the heat of the moment and during the passion of the game,
but the metal grows cold mighty fast, leaving behind rapidly fading memories.
My dad has always groomed me to be a living legend, something to talk about for
years and years. Football was and has been my only option, throwing the pigskin in the
back yard after school and on weekends, attending every single football camp within a
hundred miles of home, and watching tape after tape of game films. I could recite any
playbook when I was six years old. Lincoln, on the other hand, loves football as well,
but played it his way. He did it without dad’s approval. And that’s my biggest regret; I
wish I could’ve been strong like him. Instead, I was molded into my dad’s dream.
Feeling guilty and like a typical ass, I finally let the surgeon know I’ll be okay and
taken care of.
“I’ll call my driver and fly back to Colorado to one of my homes.”
“Who is there to help you?”
“Lincoln and Lynlee.”
“Good, I’ll set up a physical therapist for in home services. We’ll do everything on
our end to get you back out on the green.”
“How many nights do I have to stay here?”
“With how smoothly the surgery went, I’d just like to observe you for the next couple
days. Why don’t you make arrangements to fly out on Thursday?”
“Fine.”
“Do you want to call any family or friends?”
“Nope.”
“Levi, I’d like to help you through this.”
“Then I need more pain meds.”
Moments later a nurse walks in, and I watch as she injects something into the tube of
my IV. She’s quite the hot piece of ass. I’d definitely be tapping that shit all night long.
She even has a sweet smell covering her body that I could easily visualize myself
consuming.
“Levi, this will make you drowsy,” she says, capping the needle.
I can’t seem to pry my eyes from the back of her as she reaches up to dispose of the
needle and syringe in the red container.  A strip of her flesh peeks out between her
scrubs, and this narrow glimpse sets me on fire.  I find my hand willing itself to reach
out and touch her before she turns around.
“I’ll be your night nurse, so if you need me, push this button. Oh, my name is
Ashley, so just let me know if you need anything, and I do mean anything.” She finishes
off her words with a flirty little wink in my direction.
My insides turn with her looks, scent, and presence. I’d definitely be taking this one
home for a couple nights. Yes, she’d be granted a VIP pass to the Wilks’ Wild Weekend
Express, hosted smack dab in my bed at my mansion in Dallas. My hand finally
responds, stretching out in her direction, and when she places her petite little palm in
mine, I know I have her.
“Ashley, I could do so many things to you. I’d love to see those panties of yours…”
Before I can finish my last word, everything goes black.
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“Sir, you’re not supposed to walk. I’ll get your wheelchair.”
“Just shut the fuck up and get my bags.”
I let Lincoln know I was coming to stay for the next couple months. For fuck’s sake,
in reality it’s my house. Lincoln and Lynlee have lived here since they married. They
both wanted to stay in Colorado since it was the place they met, and Lynlee wanted to
go to college. Lincoln lucked out and was drafted to Denver.
The assholes have the perfect life just the way they want it. I can’t deny the fact; they
fought tooth and fucking nail to get it. They didn’t pussy out and let someone else call
all their shots, and I, for one, wasn’t going to allow them to live in the home Lincoln and
I were raised in.
Dad and Lincoln have truly worked through most of their shit, and Lincoln still came
out the way he wanted. Played defense, went to the college he wanted, majored in what
he wanted, dated who he desired, and let his middle finger fly to the rest who didn’t
approve. Not me. I’m the oldest, and yearned for approval around every corner, leaving
me with a hollow life.
“Sir, you are not supposed to walk.”
Turning to the naive puke of a driver, I lay into his ass. “Do you fucking realize
you’re talking to? Do you?”
The young douche clams up. The look on his face is almost comical. Even in my
weakest state, I have the power to bring pussies like him to his knees, and I enjoy every
fucking second of it. It might make me an arrogant ass, but being a dick is the only
saving grace I posses.
“And you weren’t supposed to be born, so shut the fuck up, already,” I add to sting
the wound a little more.
I feel muscles rip and tear as I try to peel myself out of the limo. The pain is familiar
and immediately reminds me of my younger days when my dad demanded perfection
from each pass. I now have the same sensation years later trying to simply walk from a
car to the front fucking door of my own home. The pain is so intense I want to ask the
young puke to honk the horn to get Lincoln’s attention to come help me, but then again
it might even be worse to have the brother I envy help me.
I never would’ve thought ten simple steps would be the longest of my ever-loving
life, but I want to be the dick to knock on my own door. I bet Lincoln is about to sit
down and eat dinner with his wife, with his dog lying obediently at his feet. Fuck, I bet
she’s the kind of woman to bake his ass chicken potpie every Thursday night. What a
douche.
Before my hand instinctively turns the doorknob, I decide to ring the doorbell at the
last minute. I chuckle to myself, imagining Lincoln complimenting Lynlee on his dinner
and petting her knee under the table, only to mutter curse words when he hears the
doorbell ring. Lincoln may be a wild spirit, and we might as well have different fathers,
but I can call his next move from a mile away. Some might say we haven’t been brothers
for years, yet I know him better than anyone on this earth, and right now he wants to
knock the lights out on the fucker ringing his doorbell, because he was moments from
taking his wife to bed.
When the door opens, it’s neither Lincoln nor Lynlee looking back at me. To my utter
amazement, my fucking little bro has gone and hired the hottest fucking home nurse. A
blonde bombshell stands before me, and I try hard as I can to keep my jaw from
dropping wide open. Every muscle in my body is aching, yet my cock has no problem
springing to action for the juicy blonde. It’s obvious my home nurse hasn’t had the
chance to change into her naughty little nurse outfit.
“Well, are you going to invite me in, Nurse Nancy?”
“Excuse me?”
Talking slowly and deliberately, I say, “Are. You. Going. To. Invite. Me. In?”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she asks, and the rush of her hot breath
brushes my lips.
The smell is so sweet and tender it makes my cock bulge even further. I know one
thing for sure; this nurse will be checking my blood pressure topless tonight.
“Levi,” comes a familiar voice, Lincoln. “You’re supposed to be in a wheelchair.
What the fuck you doing walking already, bro?”
“Well, if Nurse Nancy here could help a fellow out…”
Not only do I say it, I also gesture with my hand, grabbing myself.
Another voice joins the mixture, and it’s Lynlee’s this time. “Levi, you made it.”
When her gaze hits mine, I see the same concern as in my brother’s eyes. They know
I should be sitting and not standing. They know the consequences all too well.
Without allowing her to respond, I relieve their stress. “Well, if Nurse Nancy would
move her ass, I could get up into my bed and get down to business. I knew Valentine
was setting up in home therapy, but not an in home nurse.”
Grabbing the inside of the doorjamb, I force myself up into my house, and looking
around the place, I really like what they’ve done with it. Looks like a home, the perfect
loving home complete with two dogs to kick.
The big tittied blonde looks mystified and almost a little horrified with my arrival.
Doesn’t the bitch realize this is, in fact, my house? Or maybe she has no idea a three-
time world champion just graced her with his presence.
“Weren’t expecting your patient to arrive so early or what?” I finally ask, breaking
the silence.
“I’m not a nurse.”
Losing my patience with this stuck up bitch, I demand, “Then who the fuck are you?”
The bitch really has some balls, as I watch her step up into my face, pinning me down
with her best death stare.
“Stop,” Lynlee yells and pushes her way in between us. “Levi, this is my best friend,
Jazzy. She’s staying here with us.”
 
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BLOG TOUR*GIVEAWAY*ARC REVIEW: Backstage by A.M. Madden

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Title: Backstage

Series: Back-Up #4

Author: A.M. Madden

Release Date: October 27, 2014

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Trey Taylor was loving life. Bass player to the world famous rock band Devil’s Lair, chicks falling to their knees at every turn, no one to be held accountable to for his actions…life rocked.

He had all he needed, food to sustain his body, sex to sustain his libido, rock to sustain his soul. For years he walked to the beat of his own drum, and made no excuses to anyone. Running and hiding can temporarily distract your fate, but it won’t derail it. Fate was coming for him, whether he liked it or not.

His past was gaining ground and threatening all the secrets he desperately tried to hide. His present was slowing him down, making him feel emotions he buried years ago. The two are about to collide. Will Trey survive the impact?

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Meet Mr. Mysterious himself from Devil’s Lair. Trey Taylor was that one hot rocker from the Back-Up Series that had me intrigued, he seemed emotionless and complicated and you just knew there was a good reason for it.
The book begins with Trey as a teenager, before he evolved into the hard, bad boy we know. He had everything figured out, or so he thought. When his life turns into a nightmare he runs, he needs to escape from all the messed up things that has just ruined his life. All the things he is running from will haunt him, causing him to trust no one and feeling no emotions is the only way he can make it in the hell he lives in.
Fast forward ten years and his is with Devil’s Lair. It was a long hard road to get here, but the guys in the band grew on him. Even though none of them knows nothing about his real past they don’t question or judge him. They just took him right in. When the band is really starting to explode Tara, a journalist comes into his life and stirs up something in Trey thought he buried a long time ago.
When Trey’s past collides with the present it isn’t pretty. It’s heartbreaking and life altering for him. The Trey Taylor we came to know will never be the same.
After reading the first three books in the series Jack was always the main guy, but Trey was that other band member that I was always curious about. I never expected any of the things that Trey went through, yes I figured there was some type of heartbreak but damn that was some shit I couldn’t even imagine. My heart broke for him and the more I read about him the more I fell for this bad boy. When everything from his past has finally faded it will blow you away at the person he becomes, the real Trey Taylor. I don’t think you have to read the first books in the series in order to read this one but I still recommend reading them, they’re really good.

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Amazon Best Selling Author ~ A.M. Madden’s debut series is The Back-Up Series Back-Up, Front & Center, Encore, and Backstage are all available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

A.M. Madden is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels and now an author. In The Back-Up Series she aspired to create a fun, sexy, realistic romantic story. She wanted to create characters that the reader could relate to and feel as if they knew personally. A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while raising teenage boys.

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BLOG TOUR & $100 Amazon Gift Card & Signed Paperback Giveaway: Heart Of Marley by T.K. Leigh

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Title: Heart of Marley

Author: T.K. Leigh

Release Date: November 3, 2014

Genre: New Adult/Romantic Suspense

Synopsis

To the moon and back…

From the stars to the ocean…

That was Marley and Cameron Bowen’s secret code.

Twins born just five minutes apart, they have the perfect life… Until tragedy strikes just weeks after their eighth birthday and their father is killed by a drunk driver. Having trouble coping with the loss of her soul mate, their mother tries to find comfort in drugs and alcohol… And an abusive man with a penchant for underage girls.

No longer able to stand listening to his sister’s screams and cries every night for nearly three years, Cam takes matters into his own hands and they’re finally able to escape the nightmare.

They’re finally able to start over…

But the nightmare still haunts Marley. The years go on and she is forced to put on a smile, making everyone think that she is the perfect, well-adjusted teenager that she is supposed to be… Until she is faced with a painful reminder of her past during her senior year of high school and she’s no longer

able to keep on the mask that she has been compelled to wear.

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I had gotten used to things over the years. Marley’s emotions always took you on a wild roller coaster ride, the ebb and flow often unexpected and sometimes tumultuous. But during those moments that things flattened out, and the ups and downs of her life were on an even keel, even if for just an instant, those were the times that I treasured. I wouldn’t trade those rare memories for anything in the world. Those were the times that I saw the real Marley…the girl that forced me to play Barbie’s with her, the girl that convinced me the mud pie she made for me was really chocolate. The way her eyes brimmed with enthusiasm and mischief at the same time, you couldn’t help but believe her, knowing that she would squeal with excitement and delight when you pretended to take a bite of her ‘chocolate’ pie.

“Remember the tree house?” she asked, bringing me back from my own memories. I could hear the lump in her throat.

“How could I forget? You hounded Dad for months to build you one.”

“Remember going out there after he died, but before Mama lost the house?”

I nodded, finding Marley’s hand and grabbing it. “Yeah, I do.”

I felt her body tremble beside me as big, fat rain drops began to fall. “I think it would have been the best tree house on the block.”

“The way Dad doted on you, it would have been a tree mansion by the time he was done with it.”

Losing my father was hard enough when I was just eight, but having to be faced with the constant reminders of his life made it even more difficult. The worst was looking out our back window at a tree that he had begun to build a house in for Marley and me. The night that Mama had explained to us that Dad had gone to heaven and wouldn’t be coming back, I remember glancing out there and seeing Marley sitting on the lone wood plank that he had set up as the foundation of the tree house. Nearly every night that we lived in that house, we would go out there and simply lay down and look at the stars.

“This reminds me of that,” I said softly. “Of those nights in the tree house.”

The sound of thunder boomed around us and we remained on that roof, not caring that we were both drenched from the late summer downpour cloaking the town.

“Me, too,” Marley said. “I think that’s why I like coming out here so much. It reminds me of ‘before’. It makes me feel closer to Dad. I always swore I could hear him talking to me in that tree house and, some nights when I’m out here, I can still hear him.”

“What does he say?”

She turned to face me and almost broke into tears. “That he’s proud of you. That he can’t believe how much of him he sees in you. That he’s happy you don’t let anyone or anything influence your decisions. That he’s thankful you’ve never abandoned me.

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T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is the USA Today Best Selling author of the Beautiful Mess series. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog and three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband). She always had a knack for writing, but mostly in the legal field. It wasn’t until recently that she decided to try her hand at creative writing and is now addicted to creating different characters and new and unique story lines in the Contemporary Romantic Suspense genre. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found running and training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall). Unlike Olivia, the main character in her Beautiful Mess series, she has yet to qualify for the Boston Marathon.

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BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY:MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings

I’m a biker, and I’m a woman, who was raised by my biker family.
Growing up an MC brat, I’ve known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, comradery, and bikes, my entire life.
My name is Eva “Bink” Cummings, and this is my story.
How at the ripe old age of thirty, with no husband, no kids, and being a part of a motorcycle club. Things aren’t always what they appear to be. I’ve found out the hard way, that your life, in an instant, can be flipped upside down. And the people you know and love aren’t always what they seem.
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Warning: Contains Mature scenarios, and mass quantities of profanity. For Ages 18+
This is not a Stand Alone, Vol 2 will be released Feb 2015
My 4.5 Star Review
Ok. I’m just going to get this out of the way first. When I first started reading (2% in) I wasn’t for sure if I was going to like the “diary” style writing. It’s different but once I got just a little further (4% in) I quickly got used to it and was sucked right into the story.
The title says it all, this is Bink Cummings story of growing up in the Sacred Sinners MC. She is 30, single, and totally is a bad-ass bitch who isn’t afraid to tell anyone to f*ck off. I really did love the things that would come out of her mouth and the “motorcycle riding thing” has me very intrigued. (You will know what I’m talking about once you read)
The other dominate character in this book is the Prez, Big Dick. Ok before I go any further I have to say I had to get used to this name because honestly every time I would read “Big Dick” guess what would pop in my mind. Anyway, lets just say he has that name for a reason. He has always been in Bink’s life, he protects her and gives her hell like no other. Big Dick is an asshole and hardcore but he is the club Prez after all.
Bink and Big Dick have a relationship that is….different. I can’t really explain more without spoiling details that I think you should find out by reading.
Overall, I’m a huge fan of this book and can’t wait to read the next one.  I haven’t read many MC books but from the ones I have this one was a little different, there isn’t the gory graphic scenes but it still is a kick-ass read. One-click all you MC fans!

I’m a biker, and I’m a woman, who was raised by my biker family the Sacred Sinners. Growing up an MC brat, I’ve known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, comradery, and bikes,my entire life. My name is Eva “Bink” Cummings,and this is my story. How at the ripe old age of thirty, with no husband, no kids, and being a part of a motorcycle club. Things aren’t always what they appear to be. I’ve found out the hard way, that your life, in an instant, can be flipped upside down. And the people you know and love aren’t always what they seem.


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