Blog Tour : The Sanctuary + GIVEAWAY

Zoey Valentine is finally safe, tucked way miles underground in the

fortified community of the Sanctuary. She can finally breathe easily.

But Sanctuary is far from what she imagined and she can’t help but

feel trapped. Razi Cylon may be dead but Sekhmet, her evil

corporation that created the Awakened, is still out there and it’s not

long before citizens of Sanctuary are disappearing and reappearing,

dead and mutilated, each one tagged with a note, a warning, signed by

Razi herself.

Problem is, Razi should be dead and when she starts to threaten

everything Zoey has fought so hard for, she’s ready to fight. Sekhmet

has existed for far too long and Zoey has had enough.

It's time to end it all.

Title: The Sanctuary (The Awakened #2)
Release Date: 10 January 2017
Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi
Author: Sara Elizabeth Santana
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EXCERPT 

I was folding shirts in the corner of the room when Ash walked over to me, grabbed
a shirt from the pile and started folding with me. He stayed like that, in silence, as
he folded three or four shirts before he finally whispered, “Follow me.”

I dropped the shirt in my hands and followed him through the room. We snuck out
the door and down the hallway. Ash’s fingers circled my wrist as he opened a
nondescript door and pulled me through.

We were in a supply closet. It looked like mostly medical supplies. It was dark until
Ash flipped the switch and a low glow filled the small space.

“Well, this is cozy,” I remarked, looking around.

“Hey, it’s the best I could do under short notice,” Ash shot back. “I scoped this
place out all week.” We stared at each other for a long moment before we both
burst out laughing and I practically launched myself at him. It felt damn good to be
in his arms and I couldn’t help how happy I felt.

It wasn’t the first time we had snuck off and had these moments with each other
but it was getting harder and harder to make it happen. There weren’t a lot of
places in Sanctuary for privacy and it was hard to get away from the endless duties
we were committed to by living here. We took every single moment that we could
to spend with each other. I never knew when I would get another one.

“God, I miss you,” Ash said, his cheek pressed tightly against the top of my head.

“How is it possible that I see you every single day but you feel miles away?” I
asked, folding myself tighter into him. “Sneaking off every once in awhile just isn’t
enough.”

“I know we’re safe and all that, but god I hate that I can never see you or spend
time with you or even just hug you.”

“Agreed.”

“How are you doing? Really?” Ash asked, pulling away from me a little bit so he
could look me in the eye.

“I’m fine,” I assured him quickly. Ash was there when the doctors talked to me
about PTSD so I wasn’t surprised that he looked doubtful, his eyebrows jumping
high on his forehead. I laughed. “Really, I am.”

“No more nightmares?”

I squirmed uncomfortably. “Not...often.”

“Zoey...”

“Don’t ‘Zoey’ me. You’re the only person here that doesn’t look at me like I’m
suddenly going to go on a bender or something. I’m fine. I’m not going to break.”

“I know you’re not,” he inserted. “Sometimes I just...I forget that. But that doesn’t
mean I’m not worried about you, Zoey. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to care
that you’re still alone in that bed, scared.”

My lips pressed tightly together and my fingers clenched tightly at his waist. “I’ll be
okay. I promise.”

“I know you will. If there’s anything I’m sure of, it’s you.” He winked at me and I
smirked. The fact that the Ash Matthews charm was still in full force, even after the
awful year that we had just had, meant that there was some normalcy in the world.
“Now come here.”

His lips came down on mine and I answered with enthusiasm, my hands wrapping
tightly around the back of his neck. A low rumble went through his chest, as his
hands reached for the hem of my shirt. His hands were cool on my warm skin and I
pressed myself tighter to him as my tongue traced a quick sweep of his lower lip.

He groaned loudly, and lifted me up easily, placing me on a cart tucked against the
wall. Supplies went everywhere, but neither of us really noticed.

My heart was beating fast in my chest as he placed a few light bites across my
collarbone. A low moan escaped my lips and a smile stretched across his face as
his hand pressed tight against my ribcage. My skin burned at the contact, even
with the clothes between us. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and started yanking it
over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. My hands skimmed over his hard
chest, loving the way the goosebumps raised under my fingertips. Ash deepened
the kiss, his fingers tight on the back of my neck.

“Ash?” I managed to say in between the ridiculously amazing kisses he was laying
on me.

“What is it, beautiful?” he whispered, his lips tracing an impossibly sweet trail along
my jawline.

“I love you,” I said, my fingernails digging into his skin as my hands gripped his
arms.

The smile he gave me was like a thousand fireworks in the dimly lit closet. His
hands ran down my spine, causing little gasps to escape my lips, before they
landed on my waist. He tugged me closer to him. “I love you. Always.”

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Tips for a new writer and how to get over writer's block

Some of the best writing advice that I ever received came from one of favorite authors
and dear friend, Jessica Brody. I have been writing since I was nine years old, but I didn’t
finish my first novel until I was 19. Finishing a book is hard work and getting past what
people call “writer’s block” is hard. I used to think writer’s block was a thing. For some
people, it is. For me, I don’t really believe in writer’s block. Instead, I think its less of a
block and more of a...trying too hard thing.

I usually know what I want to have in my stories, even if its just a vague outline. Figuring
out what happens next has never been a problem. I don’t think that’s a problem for a lot of
authors. The story is in our heads. It’s getting it down on paper that is just so hard!

I think what happens is that we try so hard to write everything perfectly! We want all the
words on the page to just come out and be perfect as soon as we write them and it
doesn’t quite work like that, you know? So we sit there in front of our computers and we
overthink and we struggle.

One of the biggest pieces of advice I received was from Jessica and she said it during a
panel at WonderCon back in 2013, and it honestly helped me to complete the three
novels and one novella that I’ve written since then. She told the audience, “don’t be afraid
to write crap. Crap makes great fertilizer.”

And it's so true! We are so afraid of writing pure utter crap that we don’t write anything at
all and I think that’s the issue of “writer’s block”. You can’t be afraid to write badly
because everyone writes badly! I don’t care who you are; all authors write horribly. But
that’s okay. Because you get it down on paper and you can go back. You can fix it and
rearrange it and you can figure out what works and what doesn’t. You can’t fix a blank
page. You have to give yourself permission to just write really badly. Something is better
than nothing.

To kind of go hand in hand with that, I would also say, don’t put so much pressure on
yourself. Don’t compare yourself to other authors. Don’t ever put these impossibly high
standards on yourself. Don’t think, well I’m not that good, or I’m not as good as so-and-so,
because you’re already dooming yourself to fail before you’ve even written a word. Just
write your book. Write your story. It’s going to be brilliant because it's YOUR story. There
aren’t any new stories anymore. There aren’t. We’re all telling the same stories but they’re
also different. All of them. Because each story is told by a different person and that’s what
makes them great. What you’re writing doesn’t have to be groundbreaking or new. It
already is because YOU’RE telling it. Just tell your story and write it badly and then write
it badly again and then edit it and do it again. The right story is going to come out.

About The Author

Sara Elizabeth Santana is a young adult and new adult fiction writer.

She has worked as a smoothie artist, Disneyland cast member,

restaurant supervisor, nanny, photographer, pizza delivery driver and

barista but writing is what she loves most. Her first story was written

at age nine. She runs her own nerd girl/book review blog, What A

Nerd Girl Says. Her favorite books are a tie between Harry Potter and

the Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling and Trickster's Choice by Tamora

Pierce. She lives in Southern California with her dad, five siblings and

two dogs. Her debut novel is The Awakened.

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Release Day : Killmore

You know how they say the enemy of your enemy is your friend? Well, I'm still determining if there's any truth to that statement.

I was used by the Feds to report on the dealings of Antonio Herrera - the major Mexican crime lord since his uncle passed, leaving everything to Antonio. I knew everything about Antonio's business. How, you ask? I was the only woman he kept close, really close - he claimed he loved me. You get to see and hear a lot of interesting things when you hold that kind of status.

Now, the Feds have me in what they claim is witness protection. However, I never feel safe knowing he's out there. My family thinks I'm dead. All the while, I keep to myself, avoid most people in my new hometown and train rigorously everyday—waiting for the time when the devil comes calling for his debt to be paid.

***This is the first book in a two book series. This book should be read prior to the second book.

Title : Killmore (Killmore #1)
Release Date : 15 November 2016
Genre : Romance, Suspense
Author : Martha Sweeney
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

”Let’s get one thing fucking clear,” I spit through gritted teeth as my body trembles.

“I don’t care what you people have to say.  If you abandon me and I’m left to where it’s either him or me…he will be the one who ends up dead!  Got it!”

“Mrs. Turner.…”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” I snap with venom coursing through my veins.  The chair I was sitting in shoots back when I bolt upright.  “Don’t any of you fucking call me that.  Got it!”

“Leia…we need him alive,” Tweddledum-ass agent reminds for the umpteenth time.

I never bothered to learn their real names.  Why waste my time when they all say the same bullshit about getting the bad guys and saving the world, let alone the fact that they all wear the same bland colored clothes?  I wonder how many of them may be in on it too.

“Well, I don’t,” I counter with a sneer.  “I don’t care…I don’t fucking care anymore.  Do you really think he’ll hesitate to kill me if he has the chance?  Seriously!”

“Mrs. Turner…Leia,” Tweddledumer-ass agent coaxes.

“I’ll do what you ask,” I remind.  “But, if that fucker comes after me in any way…and none of you are there to protect me…I will fucking kill him.  I will not willingly die by his hands.  I will fight with every last breath I have to make sure he’s dead before I die.”

“It won’t come to that,” Tweddledumer-ass comments.

I snicker in disbelief.

“We have everything we need to move forward with tonight,” Tweddledum-ass states.

“Yeah, like I haven’t heard that before,” I spit.

“We’ll be there,” Tweddledum-ass repeats.

“You better,” I scoff.  “Not like it matters anyway.”

“We will,” Tweddledumer-ass confirms.

“So,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.  “I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to do your jobs…but this time will be different.”

“Different?” Tweddledum-ass checks.

“At least I know what needs to be taken care of and not afraid to fucking do it,” I challenge.

“Are you saying that you’re going to take matters into your own hands tonight …regardless if we show up?” Tweddledum-ass checks.

“Does that get me out of going?” I probe.

“No, Leia,” Tweddledumer-ass confirms.  “It doesn’t.”

“Then, yes,” I state rather calmly.

Tweddledum-ass and Tweddledumer-ass shake their heads in objection, but don’t comment any further.  Hopefully my threat will guarantee their presence tonight.

“Can I go now?” I ask, getting up and heading toward the door, not waiting for an answer.

“Agent Thompson will need to see you on your way out to check the device,” Tweddledum-ass states.

“Yeah, yeah,” I acknowledge before the door slams behind me.

Thirty minutes later, I finally leave their creepy meet-up point located at a crusty- ass, pay by the hour brothel.  My body is oddly calm and relaxed as I head to the house I used to call home.  In the past, I was terrified of Jack when he got home from work and dinner wasn’t ready.  Four years into our marriage, I was running five minutes late, not like it was the first time or anything, and I ended up with a black eye and a kitchen covered in food from his tirade.   He apologized profusely after it happened, claiming that it would never happen again and that he’s just overwhelmed with the crap that’s occurring at work.  The next few months, he was the sweetest thing ever: buying me flowers, taking me out on dates more often and even buying me a little puppy, Shepard.

I was twenty-eight the first time Jack hit me.  It happened again not long after the old Jack, the good Jack, returned for that short period.  I honestly did believe Jack when he said it was the first and last time.

When Shepard got big enough, he bit Jack on the hand when Jack went to hit me.  Jack almost killed Shepard, but I begged him not to; Shepard was my only friend.  I told Jack that I would do whatever he wanted, so long as he didn’t kill Shepard — stupid me.  After that, the majority of the physical abuse stopped, but the verbal abuse continued as Jack forced me to do some of his dirty work, which is why I know so much about Antonio Herrera and the drug and human trafficking businesses that Antonio inherited.  Aside from Jack forcing me to help him with his side job, I met Antonio, which turned out to be a blessing and a curse.

When Antonio met me, he didn’t like how Jack was using me as bait to lure men who owed Antonio money.  Antonio took a quick liking to me the day we met.  The next day, Jack brought me back to one of Antonio’s clubs, having me dress up for the guy.  The dirty work I had to do for Antonio changed—some of it became letting Antonio touch me.

Antonio had a gentler touch than my husband which made it more bearable to endure since my own husband literally pimped me out to his boss — the boss of Miami.  Antonio liked rough sex, but he never beat me like my husband did.  He never raped me like Jack did.  If I wasn’t in the mood, Antonio at least respected my wishes and would fuck one of his other mistresses.  We didn’t have sex at all the first few times we met.  Antonio was a perfect gentleman.  When I realized what giving him my body could mean for my safety, I willingly complied.

When I first learned about my husband and his other line of work, I had the doctors give me the birth control shot and asked them to test me regularly.  The funny, sadistic thing was that Jack wanted children and objected to us using any form of birth control.  When the doctor began to inquire the reason for the regular shots and tests, I just told him and his staff that my husband and I were sexually experimental, which included multiple partners.  Part of that was true.  I slept mostly with Antonio, unless Jack forced me, which Antonio put a stop to as soon as he found out.  Jack was sleeping with some of the girls who were regularly on hand for the goons aside from the ones the business brought in, claiming that it was part of his job to help break them in before they were sold.

With only ten minutes to spare, I get to the house with two large pizzas in hand. Jack won’t suspect anything since it’s Friday, and Fridays are our usual pizza night before leaving for business.  I shove the boxes into the oven and turn it on to keep the food warm.  Then, I dart upstairs and change into a more appropriate outfit that both Jack and Antonio expect me to wear even though it gets cold once the sun is down, especially by the docks where the new shipment is arriving tonight. Shepard follows my every move and whines while I pace the bedroom as I get ready.  He knows what’s coming since Shepard always comes with me.  I convinced Antonio to let me bring Shepard along after our fifth time being together, saying that I’ve trained Shepard for protection and when we’re together, Shepard will protect him too.

With a black low-cut, v-neck blouse that is sleeveless and a matching, form-fitting pencil skirt, black fishnet stockings and the black designer heels Antonio bought me, I hurry downstairs to the kitchen.  I pour a glass of wine for myself and start pouring a beer into the frozen glass mug I remove from the freezer when I hear the garage door opening.

“Hi, honey,” I greet Jack in a monotone voice when he walks through the door that leads from the garage into the kitchen.

Jack nods, but doesn’t reply.  This is our usual greeting when he’s flanked by three men who are a part of Antonio’s protection detail.

“I got your favorite,” I mention.  “And, extra for the boys.”

The three henchmen perk up at the mention of extra food for them.  One of them takes the pies from the oven and the four of them start eating instantly without a single word uttered.

I wait patiently, knowing that when we have this kind of company, Jack won’t let me start eating until they’ve had their first round.  It’s kind of like Jack’s way of establishing dominance in his home since I’ve got more control when Antonio and his lackeys are present.

Jorge offers me a slice before he takes his second and I take it with a smile and nod.  Other than Antonio, Jorge’s always been the nicest to me, not caring who is around.  The henchmen are all supposed to be nice and protect me since I’m Antonio’s main woman.  I would almost speculate that Jorge has a little crush on me.  If I was younger and the circumstances were different, I think I would have gone out on a date with him.

When the men are done eating, I scoop out some ice cream and offer it to all four of them as Jack turns on the television, finding the sports channels.  While their attention stays fixed in the opposite direction, I clean up the mess in the kitchen, feed Shepard, and let him out in the backyard.  Once my wifely duties are complete and a commercial comes on for the game, Jack heads upstairs to change into his black on black outfit I laid out for him.  Jorge, Alberto, and Jesus turn the television off and join me at the kitchen table where I sit reading, waiting for the night to begin.

By ten, the five of us and Shepard take two different black Escalades that have tinted, bulletproof windows and make our way over to Antonio.  Twenty minutes later, we arrive at Antonio’s main home in Miami.  Two of Antonio’s men lead me up to Antonio’s bedroom, leaving my four companions with the rest of the crew.

It’s about time the Feds get something right when it comes to microphones andblistening in on conversations.  They’ve finally adopted the use of actual high-tech gear that goes completely unnoticed while providing optimal visual and audio feedback.  They managed to duplicate the earrings I’m wearing which were given to me by Antonio.  No more getting caught with a wire being strapped to your stomach or through an ugly brooch or a thing sticking in your ear that are way too obvious.  Knowing what the night will entail, I remove my earrings, leaving them on the jewelry dish Antonio bought me that rests on the counter in the bathroom — no need to let the Feds who are watching get any more of a glimpse of what they really don’t need to see.

As part of Antonio’s pre-game or pre-deal regimen, he likes to become completely relaxed — that entails having sex.  Two other women, Genevieve and Maribelle, join us in the bedroom, but Antonio pays more attention to me as he always does.  He claims that I always give him the best head he’s ever had in his life — and that he loves me.  My nonchalant attitude towards him sleeping with other women when I’m not around drives him crazy.  He wants me to be possessive and jealous.  I cater to his game on occasion, teasing him to giving him what he wants just enough to keep him interested.  It also helps maintain my status and rank within his organization. The teasing only makes him more aroused too.  It drives Jack fucking crazy that I’ve got a higher position than he does, even though Antonio did promote him after Antonio and I were introduced. I’ve got more in with the boss than Jack will ever have, which is why the Feds need me and why I need them to get me out of this fucking hellhole.

Does Antonio treat me good?  Yes.  Far better than Jack ever has, but I don’t want to be known as the mistress or wife of anyone associated with a cartel — especially the boss.

Genevieve, Maribelle, and I freshen up in the bathroom after our frolic with Antonio under the sheets.  Even though the two of them are jealous of me for having Antonio’s eye more than any other woman, they’ve always been nice and offer to help me finish getting ready.  I get why they’re mad.  They want the security that I have.  If there was ever a challenge with one of the other girls in the past, in any sense, Antonio would add them to the collection of women being sold — or he’d kill them.

You may ask how I can be so casual and nonchalant about everything that is happening around me?  I can only relate it to the fact that I have to be.  I have to be numb.  I have to not care in order to maintain my status and the little bit of control that I do have over myself and my situation.  I’ve watched Antonio, and a number of his goons, point a gun and fire it into someone’s head.  I puked only the first time.

It’s not easy seeing a person’s face when the bullet hits, let alone how their body flops to the ground immediately afterward — some of them still move.  The second and third time I saw someone being killed, I cried only because they were women.

I’m grateful for the fact that I’ve only had to watch or be near when someone’s been shot.  There have been some stories that trickle around about how people’s fingers, hands, or toes are chopped off, bodies being torturing in all sorts of ways, including burnings, and other things I don’t dare repeat.

Antonio apologized profusely the first three times to me when I witnessed people being killed, claiming that it’s only a part of the business and it must occur .  His actions are how he needs to establish fear in all of them in order to maintain his leadership.  He professed that he would never have me killed because he loves me as much as he tells me on a regular basis.  He professed his feelings for me the first night we had sex.

His attitude changed toward me when I saw the fourth person killed.  I think I earned Antonio’s respect at a whole new level after that.  I’m not sure why and I honestly don’t want to know, but I think it’s because I didn’t flinch when it happened.

I think Antonio is a coward.  Actually, I think they’re all cowards.  Anyone who uses fear to gain and obtain power is a coward.  They’re just insecure bullies who do it to validate themselves.  Jack was my first real bully outside of the stupid shit you deal with as a kid in school, and I think he hates me because he can’t bully me anymore.  Antonio won’t have it.  I won’t have it.

About The Author

Martha Sweeney is an Amazon Best-Selling author and plans on writing in a variety

of genres other than just romance, some of which will overlap into mystery,

suspense, and science fiction.  She’s the author of the “Just Breathe” series, a

contributing author to the “Because Beards” anthology, and has released a book

themed coloring book entitled “Bookish,” for book lovers who are thirteen years of

age and older. 

Martha has been creative since she was little, always drawing, coloring or making

crafts. When her adult life kicked in, her creative outlet disappeared until she

discover Adobe Creative Suite products. Now, Martha is a self-taught graphic and

website designer, works with her husband on their business, and writes into the

wee hours of the night.

She lives in sunny California and has recently begun to enjoy reading in the past few

years, unlike in high school or college which has sparked her new creative avenue of

writing.

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Release Day : Three & Out

After rushing to the altar and moving across the country, Harper Duquaine (or is it MacLaughlin, now?) is in uncharted territory. What once seemed like a promising opportunity to advance her husband’s career while giving her some much needed independence and adventure has proven to be a bust. By the time fall rolls around again, she’s back in a boring job by day and overstocking her inventory of crocheted scarves by night. Not even the prospect of a new football season holds much excitement.

At least that’s what she thought. Harper suddenly finds herself the manager of not one but two fantasy football teams—each with its own set of drama. Between the added pressure of her new marriage, an unexpected career prospect, and the hiccups created by people from her past and present worlds, Harper quickly finds herself going from bored to overwhelmed.

Can she hold up under the pressure, or will Harper learn the hard way that the turf isn’t always greener on the other field?

Title : Three & Out ( Queen of the League #3)
Release Date : 25 October 2016
Genre : Romance, Sports
Author : Laura Chapman
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In Laura Chapman’s Queen of the League series, Harper Duquaine joins a fantasy

football league to prove she can hang with the guys. Only problem: she doesn’t know a

sleeper from a keeper (or any of the other lingo thrown her way). Her competitive streak

soon emerges, and she catches the interest of her top two competitors. With a slew of

conflicting advice in her real and fantasy worlds, Harper must figure out how to play the

game and come out a winner.

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Laura Chapman is the author of First & Goal, Going for Two, Three & Out, and The

Marrying Type.  Her holiday novellas Making Christmas and What Happens at

Midnight will be released on November 8, and are now available for pre-order. A native

Nebraskan, she loves football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley.

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Release Day : The Destined + Special GIVEAWAY

I searched for you in the stars tonight.

But I found none

that burned as bright as you.

—Part of a letter from Dev to Molly

With the loss of Terra’s greatest weapon, the war against darkness escalates rapidly, and time is on no one’s side. While Dev struggles to keep his home and hope alive, Molly and Rae find themselves forced to confront a desperately kept secret and quickly learn that a life-altering sacrifice is the asking price to restore order.

Nightmares, betrayal, the fate of two worlds, and one man’s hunger for vengeance lead Molly down a twisted and dark path she fears she might never come back from. Cornered into making a heart-wrenching decision, Molly teeters between deliverance and damnation. Who is worth saving most—a nation or the one she loves?

From Award Winning author, E.J. Mellow, comes the breathtaking conclusion of The Dreamland Series. A story that will take you on a spine-tingling and gripping ride through self-sacrifice, the true power of love, and the importance of friendship.

Title : The Destined (Dreamland Series #3)

Release Date : 17 October 2016

Genre : Fantasy, New Adult

Author : E.J. Mellow

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"This book is a must-read of the season, plus it goes perfectly with your comfy blankets and some tea ;). You won't regret picking this book up because you're gonna fall in love with them so hard you won't even know it until you turn over that last page. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I do. E.J. Mellow has been one of my favourite author and I'm glad to be a part of Mellow Misfits. Have fun reading this last chapter of Dev and Molly's adventure !! :D" -Karla 

Rating : 5/5 !!

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About The Author

E.J. Mellow is the Award Winning author behind the NA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy The Dreamland Series. With a bachelor's degree in Fine Arts, E.J. Mellow splits her time between her two loves – visual design and writing. Residing in NYC, E.J. is a member of Romance Writers of America and their Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter. She has no animals but loves those who do.

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Release Day : Epic Love

HEATH STRICKLAND, the son of a prominent district attorney, lived his life

surrounded by violence and crime. He was an unwilling witness to the corrupt lives

his father swore to prosecute and keep behind bars. His escape was his music, which

eventually led him to replace the iconic singer of the world famous band, Epic Fail.

NOELLE DURAND lived in luxury, growing up on a sprawling estate, with everything

she could ever want or need. Her life, to everyone else, seemed perfect. Perfect

house. Perfect things. Perfect family. But nothing at all was perfect. She lived in hell.

A hell that nobody on the outside could see.

As a neighbor and childhood friend, Heath would have done anything for Noelle. He

would have given up the world to protect her and keep her safe. Their friendship

grew into something that neither of them expected. But then she suddenly

disappeared, vanishing from his life as if she never existed. He never stopped hoping

that one day she would resurface, alive and well. But as time went by, and her family

gave up hope, he surrendered his heart to his lost love.

Twelve years later, one phone call changes everything.

EPIC LOVE is the third book in the EPIC FAIL series and can be read as a STANDALONE novel.
This series is a spinoff from the FOREVER FAMILY series.

Title : Epic Love ( Epic Fail #3)
Release Date : 19 September 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Trudy Stiles
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

“I’m sorry, Noelle. I’m really sorry.” I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. The fact that I don’t believe her weak lie or because I kissed her. No. I’m not sorry for either.

“It’s okay. Really. Thanks for caring. And thank you for my birthday gift.” She pauses and brushes her pinkie finger against mine. “You made my birthday really special, and I’ll never forget it.”

Without thinking, I loop my pinkie finger around hers, linking them together. Linking us together. We walk to her window like this and I break our connection reluctantly, bringing my hand up to her bruised cheek. “Please be careful,” I beg, and I’m not sure what I’m even begging her to be careful of. I’m just so worried about her.

“I will,” she whispers. “Catch a couple fireflies on the way home.”

“I’d catch a million for you.” Her eyes light up, a smile on her lips. I want to kiss her again. So bad. But all I do is stare into her eyes and back away. I push the window open as quietly as I can and slide out onto the grass.

“Happy Birthday, Noelle.”

She smiles as we both slide the window gently along the track, closing it.

She leaves her hand pressed against the window and I immediately do the same, covering hers, only the glass pane separating us.

Her smile is weak and full of pain.

A pain that I would take away from her in an instant if I could.

About The Author

Trudy Stiles is a New Adult Romance author, mom to two beautiful children, and

married to the love of her life. She’s the author of the bestselling Forever Family

series including “Dear Emily,” “Dear Tabitha,” and “Dear Juliet.” “Epic Sins” is the

first book in the Epic Fail series and will continue with at least three more

standalone novels. “Epic Lies” is scheduled to release in the Spring of 2016 with

“Epic Love” and “Epic Holiday” to follow in the Fall and Winter of 2016. She plans to

write many more stories about some of the characters you’ve already met, and

maybe a few new ones.

Trudy is a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged

into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her

writing sprints.

When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while

avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the

boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.

She celebrates Wine Wednesday almost every day.

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Cover Reveal : Sifted

Sifted is book #2 in the A Recipe for Love series, and is the conclusion of Emily and Declan's story. It is told from Declan's point of view

I asked her to have hope, faith, and trust in us, and then I did the unthinkable: I left.

Now, it's time for me to return and to sift through the pieces that I left behind. I guess my nickname of the Irish Car Bomb is fitting because I went off and left bits of shrapnel behind. I just hope it's not too late to clean up the mess I made.

We only regret the chances we don't take, and honestly, my leaving had nothing to do with Emily—my lovely Lemon Drop.

When I left, I thought I no longer knew who I was. What I know now is that I'm nothing without her by my side. She is the biggest piece of me.

She loved me when I was unlovable. No, she never said the words out loud, either, but her love for me is something I've never doubted. I felt it, I know I did. I promised to be worthy of that love when I returned to her. I'm still not sure that I am, but I need it, and if she'll have me, I'll have her until death do us part.

I meant every word when I told her that my heart would always bring me back to her. She is my home. She is my everything. My yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.

Title : Sifted (A Recipe For Love #2)

Release Date : 27 September 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Lane Martin

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About The Author

I never thought that I would write a novel, although my English teacher my freshman year in college told me that he would hunt me down if I wasn’t published by the time I was thirty. Thirty came and went. I was busy being a wife and working mother of two and nobody came looking for me.

I doubt my sister thought she was about to change my life forever when she got me a book of “Mommy porn” for my birthday in 2012, but that’s exactly what she did. After reading the first book in the trilogy,

I rushed out and got the other two books. I became obsessed and read the series several times before

learning about Fanficiton. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get enough. The idea

fascinated me and I thought, “I can do that.” I was a nervous wreck when I posted my first story, a one shot about my new favorite couple. One story lead to another and then another. My readers

encouraged me to write something original, so that‘s what I did. Thank you to everyone who

encouraged me. I couldn’t have done it without you.

I love reading, writing, traveling, and spending time with my family. 

Thank you for going on this journey with me.

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Release Day : Playing It Cool + Giveaway

Harper Nugent might have a little extra junk in her trunk, but her stepbrother calling her out on it is the last straw… When rugby hottie, Dexter Blake, witnesses the insult, he surprises Harper by asking her out. In front of her dumbass brother. Score! Of course, she knows it’s not for reals, but Dex won’t take no for an answer.

Dexter Blake’s life revolves around rugby with one hard and fast rule: no women. Sure, his left hand is getting a workout, but he's focused on his career for now. Then he overhears an asshat reporter belittle the curvy chick he'd been secretly ogling. What's a guy to do but ask her out? It’s just a little revenge against a poser, and then he'll get his head back in the game.

But the date is better than either expected. So is the next one. And the next. And the heat between them…sizzles their clothes right off.

Suddenly, this fake relationship is feeling all too real…

Title : Playing It Cool (Sydney Smoke Rugby #2)
Release Date: 12 September 2016
Genre : Romance, Sports
Author : Amy Andrews
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About The Author

Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling Aussie author who has written over fifty contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. She has written for Harlequin Mills & Boon, Entangled, Harper Collins, Momentum, Tule and Escape.  She's sold over a million books and been translated into thirteen different languages including manga.

Amy spent six years on the national executive of Romance Writers of Australia including a two year term as president and after many years of unofficial mentoring of emerging writers, Amy and her fellow Harlequin author Anna Cleary have started their own manuscript assessment business, Word Witchery, which specialises in romantic fiction. With unique insight into what makes a story that sells, Amy and Anna aim to help every manuscript shine.

Amy loves good books, fab food, great wine and frequent travel - preferably all four together. She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.

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Blog Tour : Challenged By You

Paige Abram never faces a problem she can’t solve until her high school sweetheart comes back into her life, and she’s bombarded with memories of their relationship. His presence is almost suffocating, but he’s still just as beautiful as she remembers.

His heart beat differently after its first love.

The moment Drake Wilkins sees her again, the numbness he’s felt since he walked away disappears. But she’s not the same girl he fell in love with back then. She’s colder, not as easy going; she’s a complete stranger now.

Her heart nearly quit after its first loss.

When a funeral has them returning to their hometown, a secret she’s kept from him all these years is

revealed. She expects him to push her away but he doesn’t; he tests her just like when they were kids.

Their hearts resuscitate, but in the city, their love will face its biggest challenge of all: survival.

Title : Challenged By You (Love in the City #5)
Release Date : 1 September 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Steph Nuss
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The next day after work, I walked into Jones Jym in complete awe of the place. It was an athlete’s dream workout facility—even better than the one I frequented during college ball. It had multiple floors of equipment and machines, and several trainers on staff. The place buzzed with people who were eager to sweat away their workday. Since moving to the city, I’d yet to find a gym to join, and a guy at work named Owen had given me the name of the gym he and several of his athletic clients used.

I signed up and paid the membership fee. The lady at the front desk gave me a keycard and all the
necessary information that came with becoming a member, and then she had a young guy give me a
tour of the place. It wasn’t until we got to the floor with the pool that I recognized the body swimming toward the other end.

Paige was doing laps in a one-piece black swimsuit. Seeing her in the water reminded me of the times
we spent swimming and the bikinis she used to wear, especially the ones I enjoyed taking off of her.

“Dude,” the kid said, shaking his head. “Don’t even bother. That lady is like the ice queen around here. She specifically requests the pool to herself, and the only reason she gets it is because she’s friends with the boss.”

“I see,” I commented, never taking my eyes off her. Ice queen, huh? That was a new nickname for her I hadn’t heard around work yet. “If you don’t mind, I think I can take it from here. I appreciate you
showing me around.”

“Just doing my job.” He shrugged and picked up a few towels that had been tossed to the side before
heading toward the door. “Have a good day.”

“You too.”

I was alone with her. It was like one of my teenage wet dreams come to life all over again: Paige all wet in a swimsuit. Except this time, she was in a one-piece that covered way too much of her, but I really didn’t mind. The suit molded to her, showing off her excellently toned body and how much she still cared for it.

As she swam toward the end of the pool nearest me, I walked to the edge and squatted down to watch
her. She pushed harder and harder through the water, kicking her legs and pumping her arms fast
toward me. When she got closer, instead of somersaulting against the wall and pushing back to the
other end, she reached for the edge and accidentally grabbed my shoe.

“What the hell?” she sputtered as she removed her goggles and moved into a standing position. She
brushed her hair out of her face and peered back at me with a pissed off gleam in her eye. “What are you doing in here, Drake? I requested time in the pool to myself.”

“I know,” I said, smiling. “But I was getting the Jones Jym tour since I’m a new member and when I saw you swimming, I thought I’d say hi.”

She rolled her eyes and ticked a brow up at me. “You joined my gym?”

“I didn’t realize it was your gym. I thought it was open to everybody.”

She sighed. “You know what I mean. How did you know I worked out here?”

“Well, if you must know, I asked Owen his opinion on the gyms around the city, and he suggested this one. Your name was never even brought up.”

“Goddammit, Owen,” she muttered under her breath loud enough for me to hear.

Amused, I stepped back as she lifted herself out of the pool. I admired the body that I missed in an
unhealthy manner, feeling suffocated in my three-piece suit as my eyes roamed. She grabbed a towel
and started to dry off, and all I could do was stand there and watch. Her suit dipped low in the front, exposing the contours of her breasts, and it was cut high on the thighs to show off her legs and the
cheeks of her taut ass peeking out the backside. It wasn’t like the one-piece suits with the ugly floral
prints. No, this black beauty was one I imagined myself stripping off of her in a slow, seductive manner until I had her begging me to get her out of it.

“Don’t,” she stated harshly, knocking me back to the present.

“What?” I asked, confused as I refocused my attention to her face, where her eyes were narrowed on me, brows furrowed in annoyance.

She used to love it when I watched her like this.

She wrapped one towel around herself and knotted it, and then proceeded to wring her hair out with
another towel. “You don’t get to look at me like that anymore.”

I cocked my head to the side and shot her a mischievous smile. “Do you realize what you’re wearing?
How am I supposed to not look at you in a swimsuit? Do you remember all the good times we had with you in—and out—of a bikini? Because I do.”

“I can tell.” She nodded toward the slight bulge in my pants and tossed the towel in the used barrel.
Slipping her feet into a pair of sandals, she threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way over to
me. She tugged on my loosened tie and pulled me forward with a playful smile lingering on her lips as she ran her fingers over the silky material. “I remember that one night we decided to go skinny dipping,” she stated, her voice taking on a sensual tone that hypnotized me. “You helped me out of my suit, taking your sweet time untying the strings and sliding my bottoms down my legs, and then you took off your shorts.” She laughed softly and then shoved me away from her. “But the water was so cold that your genitals shriveled up to unnoticeable proportions.”

“Hey, it was really fucking cold!” I exclaimed defensively.

Reaching for the door, her laugh turned devious. “Don’t ever interrupt my swim session again, Wilkins.”

“Don’t act like that’s the only swimming memory you have, Abram!” I called back.

Like hell I was going to let her have the last word. One glance at my groin, and I knew the skinny dipping story still had the same damn effect that it had back when we were kids.

Fuck. Getting her back was going to be more of a challenge than I thought, but I’d endure every
embarrassing story she recalled about me if it meant hearing her laugh like that again.

About the Author

Steph Nuss was born and raised in rural Kansas, where she currently resides with her black Labrador son named Gunner. She grew up with a passion for reading and writing. When she’s not immersed into the land of fiction, she enjoys listening to music that came before her time, watching movies and reruns of her favorite shows, and hanging out with her family and friends. She also has a bachelor’s degree in psychology that she’ll never use…unless she’s profiling her characters of course.

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Blog Tour : Joint Venture

Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.

Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.

Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-
security prison.

Rules? What rules?

One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his
next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.

But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.

Title : Joint Venture ( Venture #4)
Release Date : 29 August 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Kristen Luciani
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Lisa inched closer, swathed in an oversized fleece hoodie. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, though they held the question hanging between them, one he had yet to answer for himself: why the hell am I here right now?

Somehow, “you’re hot and I’m horny” didn’t cut it. It might have been his canned internal response, but not for her. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a sex addict. Women were a means to an end… that end temporarily releasing him from the emotional burdens he carried day after day. Sex helped mask the wounds, but it never really healed him. How ironic he’d been sliced open protecting the one who made him want to feel something again. Talk about poetic justice.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Pain shot up his forearm and his head throbbed. Christ, he needed those drugs to kick in fast. Everything hurt, but dammit,he wasn’t about to whine like some pansy ass.

“I’m fine. Much better than you, from the looks of it.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you could say I’ve done my civic duty.”

She smiled, exposing a row of perfectly straight, bright white teeth. They practically glowed. Or maybe that was the oxycontin finally taking effect. “I feel so privileged.”

A wave of nausea crashed over him. No, no, no… fuck, no. He squeezed his eyes shut until the feeling dissipated. An icy coldness snaked through his extremities, right down to his fingers. No longer were they itching to run through the waves cascading over her shoulders. Flexing them was futile. What the hell? The overhead light danced atop her golden hair. He squinted. It almost looked like a halo. And were those doves floating around her head? Somewhere in his increasingly foggy mind, he registered some kind of faint whistling. Was it the doves? Or was he just fucking insane? Numbness slowly crept over the stitched area and his mind grew cloudier. Christ, how much did Evan give him? No way was this a normal dose.

A warm hand grazed his arm. “Do you want me to call the doctor? You look a little, um, off.” Her brow furrowed. “How about some water?”

Four eyes stared back. Did she have a twin? Where had she come from? Mmm, that kind of threesome was right up his alley. “You two are so beautiful, you know that?”

“Who two?” She gnawed at her fingernail. “Maybe I should get someone. I don’t think—”

“No, don’t leave. Please. I feel great. I just want to keep looking at you guys, okay?” Voices echoed around him. How many more sisters did she have? And how did they all get into his room? So much for hospital security.

“Um, sure. You know we’re alone, right? Just you and me?”

“Yes, and your sisters. Stop biting your nails and hold my hand. The one that’s not sliced up.”

“Are you always this demanding?”

“I took a knife for you. So yeah, I think I earned the right.” He let out a deep sigh as their fingers entwined. Soft and warm. His eyelids were so heavy; forcing them to stay open was a near-impossible feat. “You like tattoos, huh?”

“Tattoos?” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a smirk lifting her lips. “I’m not so sure we’re still on the same wavelength. What kind of painkillers did they give you?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“I’m kind of surprised your mouth still works.”

“Happy to say it’s not the only thing.”

“And here I was, thinking you weren’t as big a womanizer as the tabloids claim.”

“They don’t know me.”

“Does anybody?”

“No.” He could barely even hear his own voice. It sounded so far away, like he was speaking from deep within a cave. A snicker escaped his mouth. Where did all thecotton come from? “I feel drunk and massively hung over right now.”

She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume wafting into the air. Recalling his own name was a struggle, but even with his weakened senses, he was acutely aware of her nearness. The sensation of slender fingers smoothing back his hair lulled him to sleep. Her touch was so gentle, like a soft breeze fluttering over his skin. His mind begged him to stay focused but the eyelids drooped in utter betrayal. Even her hands smelled amazing, like flowers and… jelly beans. Warm lips grazed his forehead. He squeezed her hand with the last of his rapidly depleting energy store, struggling to open his eyes one final time. A sea of smiling faces gazed back.
“Promise you’ll visit tomorrow, okay? Bring all your sisters, too.”

About The Author

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and

romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging

necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy

drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a

world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.

No pun intended…

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