Blog Tour : Finding London

London Wright thought she’d been in love before, but she hadn’t—not even close.

Then, she met him.

Rugged and gorgeous, Loïc Berkeley, is everything she’s ever wanted. Getting him to notice her was a challenge, but keeping his love is proving to be more difficult.

London is used to getting what she wants, so loving someone like Loïc is a humbling and somewhat terrifying experience. For everything she has in her life, he’s the one thing she can’t bear to lose.

Loïc never wanted love. He views it as an unneeded distraction that always ends in disappointment, causing nothing but pain.

Then, he met her.

Spoiled but witty and breathtakingly beautiful, London Wright is his undoing. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew his life would never be the same. Though he tries to fight it, he finds himself falling for her.

Loïc has lived a life full of sorrow, but finding London brings him rare happiness.Though his feelings for her are strong, is what they have powerful enough to break the cycle of his past?

When one is destined for heartbreak and loss, can love really change anything?

Title : Finding London (Flawed Heart #1)
Release Date : 25 April 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Ellie Wade
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EXCERPT & TEASER

“Listen, Loïc,” she starts to say, her voice sweet and kind.

“Just save it, London,” I snap before I can stop myself. My walls and ability to be an eternal asshole are back in full effect.

Her eyes widen, but she quickly composes herself. She stands on her tiptoes and gives me a small kiss on the cheek. My body stiffens at the contact. She turns to leave, and her hand grabs the knob of the door.

But then, almost on instinct, she looks back at me. “I was just going to say that I really want to be fucked up together. And whatever reason you have for thinking you don’t deserve someone to love you is wrong. I see you, Loïc, more than you think I do. You’re a good person, and you deserve way more in this life than you’re allowing yourself to have. I don’t know why you’re punishing yourself, but you should stop. Maybe I’m not the person you need, but you need to find the one who is. Everyone needs love, even a big, bad warrior. Not everything in life should be a battle.”

About The Author

Ellie Wade resides in southwest Michigan with her husband, three young children,

and two dogs. She has a Master’s degree in education from Eastern Michigan

University and is a huge University of Michigan sports fan. She loves the beauty of

her home state, especially the lakes and the gorgeous autumn weather. When she is

not writing, you will find her reading, snuggled up with her kids, or spending time

with family and friends. She loves traveling and exploring new places with her

family.

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Release Day : Soldier's Heart

Isaiah Wright is broken. So broken he's positive he'll never be fixed again. Surviving every soldier's worst nightmare is enough for him to want nothing more than to give into the blackness that plagues him.

Emma Nicholls knows pain. Four years after the devastating loss of her fiancé, she's set up her own
business providing service dogs to veterans in an attempt to put her own life back together.

Circumstance brings Isaiah into her life, but neither are prepared for the fire that burns between them. It's immediate, one broken soul finding solace in another, but it's also... terrifying.

His soldier's heart is surrounded by walls ten feet high. But maybe, just maybe, Emma and her brood of trainee service dogs can break through and be the light he so desperately needs.

Title : Soldier's Heart (Wounded Love #2)
Release Date : 29 March 2016
Genre : Romance, Military
Author : Megan Green
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“Just through here,” I say confidently.

“Are you sure, Wright? I have a bad feeling about this place. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Trust me. We’ve been watching this area for weeks. The men we’re looking for are on the other side of this wall.”

My men line up, preparing to enter the room.

I lift my hand.

On my count.

One.

Two.

I kick open the door, falling back as I let my men charge into the room.

Everything happens so fast.

A shout in Arabic.

A gunshot.

A clamor of English.

An explosion.

***

I jerk from my bed, my arms raising in a defensive position as I take in the room around me. It’s pitch black, the only semblance of light coming from the digital alarm clock glowing in the corner. By its faint light, I’m able to make out my bed. The chair in the corner covered in yesterday’s clothes. My dresser.

I’m in my bedroom. I’m home.

I repeat the words over and over to myself, but they do nothing to calm my frayed nerves. My heart
races, my breathing ragged. I feel as if I’m going to crawl right out of my skin. I bring my trembling hand to my face, wiping my sweat-soaked brow.

I sit on the edge of my bed, tucking my head between my knees and taking several deep breaths, like my therapist suggested for when these moments occur. And like every other time this has happened,
cowering and deep breathing does jack shit. I stomp out of my bedroom, heading for the medicine
cabinet in the hall bathroom. I fling open the cabinet door, grabbing for the pills she gave me for when the breathing exercises don’t work. Fuck breathing exercises. I don’t believe for a minute that shit works for anyone.

I swallow two of the pills, not bothering with water, before placing the bottle back on the shelf and
swinging the mirrored door shut. I stare at my reflection. I look like shit. My eyes are bloodshot, the dark circles surrounding them deepening every day. The pallor of my normally copper skin is shocking, even to my own eyes. I splash some water on my face, rubbing at my tired, aching eyes.

My thoughts return to my dream. The same one I’ve had every night for the past six months. I hear the voices. The sound of gunfire. I see the flash of the grenade exploding.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the pills again and swallowing three more, this time with a small sip of
water from the sink. It’s more than Beth wants me to take. But I need some fucking sleep. I need some fucking silence. I need some fucking oblivion.

I stagger out to the couch, feeling the rush of calm already settling over me. I honestly don’t know why I don’t take these damn pills all the time. They’re so much fucking better than the alternative. I collapse on the couch, pulling a blanket around me before allowing the sweet serenity of sleep to take over.

About The Author

Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

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Cover Reveal : Lessons of the Heart

The first time we met, James Dumont knocked me off my feet.

He's sexy and smart, the classic good guy.... Exactly what I want, and everything I've ever dreamed of. The most perfect guy at Somerset High School. 

He even makes sixth-period Geography interesting.

Everyone says high school is tough. Fighting my attraction to James? That's the hardest part, because this guy, my perfect match, the one who makes my heart overrule my head...

He's my teacher.

What if the greatest lesson you could learn in school couldn't be found in a book?

Title : Lessons of the Heart

Release Date : 14 March 2016

Author : Jodie Larson

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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I fumble with the keycard, finally putting it into the slot on the third attempt. Hisvoice stops me before I close my door.

“Britta?”

“Yeah?”

He runs another hand through his hair and looks up at me. “This sounds extremely cheesy but can I get your phone number? I’d like to see you tomorrow if it’s possible.”

A smile crawls across my face. Jutting the latch for the door out so I don’t get locked out, I walk over to him as he holds out his phone to me. Quickly entering my information into it for him, I smile and hand it back.

“Give me a call sometime,” I say, walking backward to my propped open door.

James looks down at his phone and smirks. “I like the smiley face after your name.”

“Goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight, Britta.”

I close the door behind me and secure it, just in case he’s used his charm and somehow got a key to my room as well. It wouldn’t shock me if he did. My fingers trace my lips; his kiss still lingering there makes me smile wider.

As I’m unpacking my suitcase, my phone beeps in my purse. Knowing who it is, I quickly swipe at the screen.

HI.

Hi? I give him my phone number and all he types is hi? What the hell? Another message comes through, this time making me laugh.

SORRY, THAT WAS LAME.

I settle against the headboard of my bed, barely noticing how comfortable I am in having this conversation with my former teacher. Can I call him a former teacher? 

Don’t think, just feel I tell myself.

YOU’RE REALLY BAD AT THIS YOU KNOW.

His response is almost immediate.

I’M NERVOUS.

SERIOUSLY? YOU’RE 22. YOU SHOULD BE OVER THAT.

IT’S NOT MY AGE. IT’S YOU THAT MAKES ME NERVOUS.

ME?

I LIKE YOU.

Whoa. That’s probably the first time he’s ever directly said anything like that to me. 

Yes, we’ve been dancing around it, saying we feel something toward each other but nothing this direct, at least not that I can remember saying out loud. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I type my reply.

I LIKE YOU TOO.

HOW MUCH?

A LOT.

CAN I KISS YOU AGAIN?

YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK. YOU CAN JUST KISS ME.

There’s a knock on my door and I smirk, knowing who’s going to be on the other side. I open the door wide and am greeted by his hands cradling my face. His warm breath beats on my lips followed by the gentle brush of his mouth against mine. He steals my breath on a gasp and I succumb to the kiss, grabbing his biceps to keep him close. His fingers thread through my hair as his tongue explores my mouth, gently probing inside with slow, deep licks.

This kiss consumes me, igniting a fire within that cannot be extinguished. It’s everything I want from a kiss and more because it’s from him. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest and I fight the urge to drag him into my room.

We slowly pull away, keeping each other in our sight. With a gentle brush of his lips against my nose, he smiles and backs away.

“That is a proper goodnight,” he says, swiping his key in the lock.

“Uh huh,” is all I can say. He’s kissed me speechless, which is quite the feat I must say. I’m always the girl who knows what to say and when to say it. But as this beautiful man stands across the hall, looking at me as if I’m the only person in the world, all my words are gone. Nothing is left. The only thing that remains is him.

“Goodnight, Britta. Get some sleep.”

“Uh huh.”

I’m left with his quiet laugh as his door shuts and latches, leaving me standing in the doorway in a stupor. He just kissed me to within an inch of my life and then left me to dwell on it. Turning back into my room, my head fuzzy and dazed, I lie on my bed and stare at the white ceiling above me.

He likes me.

I like him.

He kissed me.

He’s the best kisser I’ve ever kissed.

This is bad.

I’m so fucked.

About The Author

Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in 

northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running 

around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in 

her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet 

trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or 

husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends. She’s also a lover 

of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as 

shown in her extensive collection of both.

Other books written by Jodie Larson:

Fated to be Yours

Fated to be Mine

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Cover Reveal : Elastic Heart

What do you do when the man who raped you has the entire police force in his pocket? When you’re
called a slut, a whore, and a liar? You get your own justice.

My name is Nami DeGrace, and six months ago I was a normal college student. I was volunteering on the campaign of a man I believed in, a man I thought to be good and noble. Then one night that man forced himself on me and everything changed.

The media reviled me. The police didn’t believe me. My friends abandoned me. I dropped out of college and only have one mission in life: make him pay. That is, until Nick Law came in to my life.

Indomitable, infuriating, and irresistible, Law is complicating things.

Title : Elastic Heart

Release Date : 25 February 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Mary Catherine Gebhard

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EXCERPT & TEASER

Amazing was an understatement. It was like pure animalism. For a moment I thought he reignited the fire in me. I thought he turned the ash to kindling, but then Law pulled back. Before he could reject me, I turned away.

“See?” I said, trying to pull out of his grasp. He didn’t want me. No one would ever want me again. I
snapped my arm free and ran past him toward the exit.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Law growled, pushing me against the door.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as Law spun me around.

“Kissing you back.” Before I could respond, Law’s mouth was on mine. He tasted even better than he smelled, if that was possible. I expected rough and harsh, but he was sweet. His tongue lightly grazed the seam of my lips, causing me to lean toward him. He nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it into his
mouth. I groaned.

It had been so long since someone had sucked my bottom lip…since someone cared about me. I threw my arms around his neck just as Law said, “I don’t think we should do this.”

It felt like ice had been dumped into my stomach. I tried to pull my arms back so I could wrap them
around myself, but Law held them to his neck. I averted my gaze.

Slut. Whore. Liar. The words popped into my head unbidden.

“Nami, look at me,” Law growled. “Nami this has nothing to do with you.” I refused to look at him,
keeping my eyes firmly on the floor, until he said, “I’m afraid.”

I scoffed. “What are you afraid of?”

“Hurting you.” My eyes darted to his briefly. Was he serious?

“I can handle it.” If this was how Law planned to hurt me, then it was much better than what I’d
imagined. I nipped at his lower lip, trying to show him that I really could take it. Law groaned into my mouth, his palm grasping the back of my skull. I pulled back, saying, “Plus, maybe I want to be hurt.

Maybe I don’t want a nice guy. Maybe I don’t want sweet.” Maybe I didn’t deserve any of that.

Law shook his head, eyes wary. “I’m a nice guy, Nami. Who said I couldn’t be sweet? I’m a perfectly sweet guy. I can worship you like you deserve. Still…” Law trailed off, burden heavy in his gaze.

“Just kiss me, Law, make me forget.” Law’s face changed at my request. It was subtle, but I caught it.

Like I said, I caught everything now. Placing both hands on either side of my face, Law pulled me to him.

His lips crushed against mine.

His tongue waged a war to conquer mine. His breath was hot against my lips and his stubble lightly
scratched against my chin. For that brief moment, everything was perfect.

About The Author

Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew and sometimes calls herself Eva Natsumi.
She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.

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