Sunday, 30 August 2015

Boost for Claiming Crusher

Release Boost Title: Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4) Author: Jordan Marie Release: August 20,2015
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Crusher I see her. I see her clearer than anyone ever has—even her best friend. There are secrets in those beautiful, brown eyes. Secrets that have broken her. She reminds me of someone else. Someone I loved. Someone I was unable to save. I won’t fail with her. I want to claim her as my own and take away the ghosts that leave her haunted. Dani Little girl lost… The woman I once was is gone. All that remained of her, were broken pieces lying ravaged and scattered by a storm. I tried to piece her back together, to sift through the wreckage and re-create her. It was impossible. She was too damaged. She died. From her ashes I arose. Untouchable, unfeeling, unworthy--the new me is not quite, right. I don’t even like me. Why would he? One man destroyed me. Why would I ever claim another? Two damaged souls— One trying to re-live the past, one trying to forget it. Can they heal each other?
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Jordan is a small town Kentucky girl whose life revolves around her husband and daughter. She's an avid reader who has always had the dream of letting others hear what the voices inside of her head had to say. She hopes you find them as entertaining as she does   Facebook: TSU: Pinterest: Twitter: Goodreads: Newsletter: Amazon: Webpage:

Jo Raven, Storm, Cover Reveal

Title: Storm 
Author; Jo Raven 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Raylin is on the run. Her father’s associates will stop at nothing to claim the money he owes them—including killing her. A last ditch ticket to Florida, a temporary house to hide in and no future to look forward to. That is, until she meets Storm, a tattooed bad boy who is housesitting down the beach and doing repairs for the summer.

A perfect place, a perfect pair of strong arms, a spot of calm in which to hide for a while—or is it? Drop-dead gorgeous, kind, and hot in bed, Storm may not be what he seems.

Who is the real Storm, and what is he hiding? Raylin had better find out before the bullets begin to fly.

Standalone novel. No cliffhanger.

*Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young readers.*

This is Book 1 of the Sex and Bullets series - a spin-off of the Inked Brotherhood series. 

Next is: Hawk (Sex and Bullets, #2)

Jo Raven writes New Adult steamy contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.

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Donelle Knudsen, Between Heartbeats Blog Tour

Title: Between Heartbeats
Author: Donelle Knudsen
Genre: YA/Romance

Can life change between heartbeats? Diana awakens on her seventeenth birthday in a joyful mood. But at breakfast she is told, during a heated argument with her mother, that the man she has loved as her father is not her father at all. Diana decides to unravel the mystery of her childhood and the reason for their secrets, and travels across the country to visit her step-father. And so, Diana begins a journey where she discovers shocking truths hidden just beneath the surface. To further complicate her summer, she meets Kevin Wright, a college junior. When Kevin vanishes without a trace, Diana learns family is more than shared DNA and discovers who will help her when it appears all hope is gone. In Donelle Knudsen’s Young Adult novel, Between Heartbeats, a young woman’s quest to find her roots enables her to discover love and the power of forgiveness. 


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Donelle Knudsen was born in Portland, Oregon, the beautiful City of Roses, but has lived in Eastern Washington since 1988. She also writes short stories, poetry, and memoir, and owes her love of books and the craft of writing to her late father, who was never too busy to read to her or to make visits to the “big” library every Saturday. She then earned a B.S. in Arts & Letters from Portland State University and is a four-time finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association’s literary contest in the memoir category. Her first book, “Through the Tunnel of Love, A Mother’s and Daughter’s Journey with Anorexia” was published in 2011.

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Saturday, 29 August 2015

My Perfect Imperfections

Book Description:
I can’t talk. 
I can’t walk. 
I’m alive. 
But, am I living? 

My name is Lily Cooper, and I have Cerebral Palsy. 
I can’t seem to control my muscles. My body refuses to cooperate. 

I may be confined to my wheelchair, but my mind is sharp. 
And I’m stubborn as hell. 

I will not allow my disability to define me. 
I will pave my own path in life. 
I choose strength. 
I choose to live. 

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The rain slamming on the windshield is making it impossible to see clearly. I can tell she’s too upset to notice that she’s driving too fast, especially around the curves. I bite my bottom lip and swallow the scream from escaping when the van slips a few times. I don’t want to yell at her for fear that she’ll turn around to check on me while driving. Instead, I hold my breath and pray that she’ll slow down.
The headlights come from nowhere, blinding us. Where did they come from?
“Hold on, Lily!” she yells as she spins the steering wheel.
My heart stops beating when the van swerves out of control. I shut my eyes as the deafening sound of the screeching brakes and the crunching metal hits me like a tidal wave. The shattered glass tinkles around me, and everything moves in slow motion. As our van continues to spin, a deathly silence encases me.
I hear nothing. I feel nothing. I’m floating…and my life flashes before my eyes.

Author Bio:
About the Author
Jalpa Williby immigrated to the United States from India at the tender age of eight. Even as a young girl, Williby pushed herself to face all of the challenges in the “new world.” After graduating with a Bachelors of Science from the University of Illinois, Williby went on to earn Masters in Physical Therapy from Northwestern University. Her passion for helping her patients led her to a specialty in neuroscience, focusing on children and adults with neurological impairments.
Always a lover of books, she creates an unforgettable world with unique characters in Chaysing Trilogy. Both, Chaysing Dreams and Chaysing Memories, are Amazon best sellers and won the Gold Medals from Readers’ Favorite International Book Award Contest. Williby recently released the highly anticipated final installment, Chaysing Destiny, which already has won multiple five star seals. She now introduces My Perfect Imperfections in hopes to educate and inspire her readers.
Although she loves losing herself in her fictional world, the author lives her own happily ever after with her husband, three children, two cats, and her beautiful puppy.

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I was way out of the genre on this one, but that is OK because sometimes I like to keep my reading fresh, and this book certainly did that.

Cerebral Palsy. [CP] comes in varying degrees of mobility.

We meet Lily. She is one of the strongest young girls I have known. I thought this author did a fantastic job, because a lot of people with restrictions on their health [mobility etc] have to be strong for all kinds of reasons. I have been around a lot of people with limited health and you know what? They can learn to laugh. Learning to live life to the maximum.

As too with all disabilities this is not what defines a person. Its a person with limitations. And that was what Lily had, but she took her life to the fullest she could.

The love interest for Lily was greatly written, she is a young woman in love, which comes with all the hearts desires, wants, needs, and heartbreak that we all face.

Lily could be you or I.

This book keeps life into perspective. We moan, we groan, but as the saying goes, there is always someone worse off than you.

Will you enjoy this book?
I challenge you not to.

Will you cry?
I expect so.

Will you smile.
Oh yes.

Will you think of this book many weeks/months from now?

I LOVED this book

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Friday, 28 August 2015

Punctured, Bruised, and Barely Tattooed Book Blitz.

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COMPANION NOVEL to the TANGLED WEB series Kory McCallister has had her eyes on tattoo artist Stone Bowman for quite some time—so long, in fact, that no other guy will do. Stone pushes every turn on button Kory has—he’s tattooed from head to toe; he’s hot; he’s funny and charming; and he’s also mysterious. So when Kory’s friends dare her to ask Stone out on a date, she can’t believe she actually finds the guts to do it. More surprising? He takes her up on the offer. She discovers that, while his past might not be quite as dark or mysterious as she’d imagined, it’s bigger than she’d expected, and it’s something she will need to contend with if she decides she wants to keep him around to color her life for good. PBBT-heavy secrets Excerpts from Punctured, Bruised, and Barely Tattooed

Excerpt #1

“Know what? Never mind. I thought you were better than that.” She turned on her heel and started walking down the street away from him. Three…four…five. “Kory.” Yes. It had worked…well, at least she hoped so. She’d have to wait to hear what he had to say. Carefully, she turned around. She was several steps away from him. She made sure her face didn’t show sadness, fear, or anger. She hoped she had a look of annoyance, like he was an irritant at this point. She let out a breath as though she didn’t have time to wait. Finally, she said, “Yeah?” He walked toward her and she became aware of the sound his boots made on the sidewalk. Sure, she heard a couple of cars driving down the street, and she could hear noise from the bar she was almost standing in front of. She was becoming more and more aware of the heat bearing down on her shoulders like a weight, and it got worse the closer he got, because her breathing grew shallow. He stood in front of her. Oh, fucking hell. His eyes were dark and her mouth started watering as his hands cupped her cheeks and he guided her chin upward until his lips touched hers. Gone…the heat, the noise, even her goddamn heartbeat…until it started throbbing in her chest and her blood began swarming through her body, warming her back up from lifelessness. Stone’s tongue touched her lips and parted them before entering her mouth and, holy God, for the first time in a long time throughout her miserable existence, she felt alive. Overflowing with too much emotion, too much adrenaline and… her fucking panties were wet …hopes and dreams, unspoken and unknown, flowed through her like water. Until the kiss was over. She opened her eyes, the breath gone from her lungs, and she searched his eyes. He’d done it. Why had he done it after fucking with her, blowing her off? Did he like messing with her mind? But his eyes—they told her more than his words ever could. Jesus. What she felt then was heavy. Had he been screwing around with her head, when really he was just trying to deny something? As she sucked in a breath, forcing it to the bottom of her lungs, she realized her hands had formed fists around the back of his t-shirt, as though she were clinging to him for dear life. No smile, no smirk. He said, “That what you wanted?”

PBBT teaser strong and survivedExcerpt #2

Stone grabbed her hand and they began walking toward the river where they would find the trail. Kory had never been on the river walk before, so this was going to be a treat for her. She was aware of the cool air, of the sound of chirping crickets in the background and the roar of the river in the foreground, of seeing dark leaves rustling in the tall trees near the river. But she was most aware of Stone’s hand holding hers. His hand felt like something sure—it was strong and as confident feeling as he was. It was the hand of an artist, the one that had permanently drawn on her arm less than a week earlier, the same one that had held her face while he’d kissed her. This was a hand she thought she’d want to hold forever, because of the man attached to it. When they got closer to the river, Kory noticed a gravelly path beside it, up and away from it but close. She imagined that if the river ever flooded, parts of the path would wash away, but most of it was far enough away that it seemed safe. Of course, a huge flood—one that had the potential to damage houses—would wreck it all. She didn’t remember the river ever flooding Winchester, and she’d lived there her whole life. Surely, it had flooded at some time. All rivers did. The rushing noise created by the water sounded somewhat violent to her, but it felt peaceful at the same time. Maybe it was because the water here would always flow, whether someone was here or not. It would continue bringing water from wherever it came from high up in the mountains and keep going down until it joined with another river and then another, so this very water right here would eventually wind up in the Mississippi and then the Gulf of Mexico. The enormity of it humbled her, and she suddenly understood the draw of nature. Stone must have sensed her feelings because he said, “Really cool, isn’t it?” “Yeah.” They continued walking along the path, taking their time, breathing in the air cooled even further by the rushing water, absorbing the secrets of the night. Suddenly, Kory thought Stone was a genius. This truly was the perfect date, and for the first time in a long time, she felt her soul grow quiet and full of awe. He paused and Kory stopped beside him. They’d walked far enough that houses and highways were behind them. It was truly dark and solitary. “Look at the stars. They’re bright tonight.” She looked up. She felt so silly, because she’d been so engrossed in the earth that she hadn’t even stopped to consider the sky above her. God, it was incredible and just contributed to her sense of overwhelming humility and wonder at what surrounded her. She breathed, “Amazing.” “Yeah,” he agreed and touched her face. It was the perfect time for a kiss, really, because she wanted to share this feeling with someone else and needed to be distracted from the beauty of the moment, because she wasn’t sure how to handle it. She was brimming with emotion and needed to expend it. She didn’t know if Stone was feeling the same way or if he could simply sense what had been brewing inside her, but their kiss was passionate. Hot. Unbelievably so. And Kory realized she’d never wanted anyone as badly as she did Stone in that moment. Her fingers were in his hair and he pressed her into him, his hands firm on her lower back. One kiss led to another and another and another, and suddenly the night didn’t feel so cool anymore…

Excerpt #3

Stone said, “Can I come in for a minute?” She frowned at herself in the mirror. She still had residual makeup on—she wore her eyeliner so heavy that it would take lots of scrubbing to get it all off her eyes—but her face looked strange and naked. Still, she had nothing to hide. Stone had amazed her. When she’d gotten up, he’d already had a workout (but she didn’t know if he had workout equipment or had just jogged around his property), shower, and said he’d worked on some drawings. She wondered if he did that every morning or if she’d simply made it impossible for him to sleep. She supposed she should maybe feel weird around him now, but she didn’t. She only wondered what his huge fucking secret was…and then felt a little stupid, because she wasn’t ready to give up her own secrets anytime soon. “Yeah, sure.” He took his time as if to give her a moment to collect herself, and the door pushed open slowly. She continued pulling the comb through her hair, though, and she didn’t have to force a smile when he came in. What was that look on his face? She couldn’t read it. Surprise, maybe? He grinned. “You sure everything’s okay? You’ve been awfully quiet since breakfast.” She couldn’t help the smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you wanted me shouting to you from the shower.” He laughed. “No, that’s not what I mean.” She finished running the comb through her hair and pulled the few strands in its teeth out so she could throw them in the trashcan next to the toilet. “What do you mean?” Stone Bowman at a loss for words. Yeah, he was. He shrugged and got closer to her. Shit. She knew it. She must look like a fucking teenager without the makeup. Yeah, that had to be why he was staring at her. Or…not. He cupped her neck and rubbed his thumb on her cheek. “Did you know you are gorgeous? Why do you cake your makeup on like you do?” “Cake it?” “Yeah. You’re hiding the best parts of yourself.” “Ha. Bullshit.” “Not bullshit.” He leaned over and brushed her lips with his. She felt a buzz pulse through her body. She took a deep breath. “You are distracting the shit out of me.” That smirk. God, that would be infuriating if it wasn’t so goddamned sexy. “I am?” Kory swallowed, unable to mask her emotions from him. She simply nodded her head. His eyes searched hers, almost unbelieving, and then he grinned and said, “Your first class is at nine?” A small breath escaped her lips as she considered him. “Yeah.” “That’s a little less than two hours from now. I can still get you there on time…with a latte in hand.” She laughed then. He was obsessed with getting her that damned coffee. But then he touched her neck with his lips and the laughter ceased as her nipples pebbled under the damp towel in anticipation. He looked at her then, placing a warm finger in the dip just under her neck and tracing it straight down till it hit the edge of the white towel, and he followed his finger with his eyes. “I still want to lick you till you come.” He raised his gaze slowly, drinking in every detail of her skin, up her chin, until he burned holes in her eyes with the intensity. “Do you feel like you could let me try?”

Author Bio

For years, Jade C. Jamison tried really hard to write what she thought was more “literary” fiction, but she found herself compelled to write what you read by her today—sometimes gritty, raw, realistic stories and other times humorous, light tales—but most of the stories she writes revolve around relationships and characters finding their way through life. While she doesn’t confine herself to just one genre, nor is there a nice neat label for what she writes, most of her work could be called erotic romance. She lives in Colorado with her husband and four children.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Marie Mason, He's So Fine Blog Tour

Title: He's So Fine 
Author: Marie Mason

Cage knew he was bad. Bad to the bone. A cheesy description, but one that fit the underground fighter perfectly. He loved to fight, he loved to f***. Despite his reputation, he tried to stay away from trouble. He usually succeeded. Until the day, trouble found him in the form of a curvy stepsister. 

Abigail Snow was a good girl. Straight A student, attending college on a scholarship and… a virgin. When her stepbrother is invited to the Hamptons for a true family vacation, Abby knew she was in for a summer of heartache. He was big and strong with a cocky attitude… he was so fine. 

But could he ever be hers?

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Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is or you can find her on Facebook.

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