Cover Reveal : Come To Me

What happens after the happily ever after?

Is it really sunshine and roses?

For Vic Wall, the moon is rising and the roses are wilting.

Turns out the princess has a mental illness.

Lennox Moore is in his blood and bones,

But sometimes blood goes bad and bones break.

Vic wants to fix them,

Is determined to find what turned their love cancer.

Yet maybe the only way to continue,

Is to end.

This is the epic final installment to the Owned series.

Warning: Sometimes people are ugly and what they do even uglier, even to the ones they love.

*DRUMROLLS* Here is the anticipated cover of Come To Me, the final installment of the Owned Series

Title : Come To Me (Owned #3)

Release Date : 26 May 2016

Genre : Romance, Dark, New Adult

Author : Mary Catherine Gebhard

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EXCERPT & TEASER

I remembered reading something about people who raise horses, that there are two kinds: the ones

who breed them, and the ones who tame the wild ones. The ones who tame the wild ones can’t even

imagine breeding them, because there’s a certain magic that’s lost.

I got that. Watching Lenny completely slack and cave to me was a high. I would never tame her—you

can’t really tame a wild thing—but there were moments like this. Her wild words fell from her lips, her coiled body loosened, and she waited for me, her master, to give her her next command. 

“Are you ready?” I whispered, taking her earlobe between my teeth. 

“Yes,” she gasped.

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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​Note From Me : I know I post this cover reveal a day late but better late than never right ;) 

Blog Tour : Heroine Hearts

HEROIN 

hɛrəʊɪn 

noun 

-a highly addictive analgesic drug derived from morphine, often used illicitly as a narcotic producing

euphoria. 

HEROINE 

hɛrəʊɪn 

noun 

-a woman admired for her courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. 

He saw me as one. 

I became addicted to the other. 

He saw us as forever. 

I saw our love story as bittersweet. 

Why? 

Simple. 

It was all caused by one thing - total, abominable darkness. 

But that was what we loved the most. 

After all, darkness made these heroine hearts. 

**This is a dark romance, due to the subject material within the book. Heroine Heart is advised for
readers of a mature nature and not suitable for any readers under 18. Read at your own discretion. 
Use of tough subject matter includes rape, substance abuse, and violence.**

Title : Heroine Hearts
Release Date : 28 March 2016
Genre : Dark Romance
Author : Kirsty-Anne Still
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EXCERPT & TEASER

“What’s wrong?”

His head snaps up with my innocent question.

“Are you serious right about now?” he asks me, his eyes wide and boring into me. “You’re asking me
what’s wrong...”

“Yeah,” I say, gulping back against my dry throat. “You can’t be angry about this.”

“I can’t?” he queries, his eyebrows shooting up, his eyes widening.

“I deserve this,” I say, reiterating the words to make them real.

“Come here,” he orders gently, ignoring my plea.

I do as I’m told, moving toward him slowly. It’s as I get close enough, he reaches inside, placing a hand around my left wrist. He pulls my arm out and through the bars, forcing it to become outstretched and on show. His fingers begin to trail across the points which Santiago forced those needles into my veins, getting his immediate response to me on drugs. They left angry pinpricks across my skin, showing exactly where the high started.

“It’s nothing,” I tell him once more, trying my hardest to get my hand back from him.

He scoffs on that response, not letting me go. “What have they been forcing you to take?” He asks, his fingers falling away from the track marks.

“Heroin,” I whisper, my eyes dropping in shame.

“And you want some more?” he asks me, his eyes coming up to meet mine.

I don’t speak, I just bite down on my lip.

Javier’s face darkens once more, but he’s yet to let me go.

“You do don’t you?”

“It’s all I can think about,” I admit, shamefulness filters into my system, positioned right next to the deep rooted craving. “Just something to make me feel better.”

“It won’t help,” he tells me, trying to make me face up to the facts.

“It will... for a moment,” I admonish foolishly. I yank my arm away from him, moving a little further away from the bars. “It’ll help,” I say it more to appease my own fragile mentality, not to force Javier to believe me. “It will, Javier, it’ll make this all better.”

And now he sees the girl who was presented to him on his first day. The girl with the slow burning
addiction and the eager need for punishment in order to justice her every sin.

I took everything that was dealt my way as a way of chastisement. My boss and his son had no idea they were helping a criminal get her penalty for being just as bad as everyone else. Now Javier sees it. He’s slowly seeing what Eighteen is really made of.

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Kirsty is more than comfortable with talking to imaginary people - if it means they're writing a book! 

She's a British author with a habit of bad jokes, dirty-mindedness and a love of laughing at the worse possible times. She spends her time balancing a full-time job with writing while trying to up her reading game!

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Blog Tour : I'll Be The One

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate.

Rachel Wheaton

The senior Economics project is supposed to teach us about real life. Budgeting. Social classes. Careers. I was supposed to plan it all out with my school husband. I didn't plan on actually falling in love with him, too.

But sometimes real life doesn't go according to plans. Sometimes you have to make hard decisions and sacrifices for the person you love. That's what marriage is about, right?

James Tennyson

I've always known things before they happen. Nothing major, like lottery numbers, but it's been pretty

useful for things like playing football and dodging clingy girls. I've never been able to see my future. I didn't think much about it, to be honest.

Until second period, when she walked through the door.

Falling in love with her unlocked something inside me. Those little things I know? Now they're big things. Life-saving things. So who do I save? And at what cost? I made a vow to her.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate live.

Title : I'll Be The One
Release Date : 17 May 2016
Genre : Romance, New Adult
Author : Hazel James
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I start thinking about this dreaded project, but it becomes less of an issue when I realize it’s getting
harder to breathe. A loud ringing overtakes my ears while my brain and heart disagree over how fast it should beat. I have no idea what this means. Maybe it’s a natural disaster? I’ve never predicted anything that big before. Do they even have earthquakes in North Carolina? Tsunamis? Stampedes? I look outside and see blue skies. Is there about to be an airplane crash? Train crash? A code blue? I should’ve paid better attention in geography or that CPR class.

My heart’s beating faster and faster, and I wipe my palms against my jeans. I don’t know if I should hide under my desk or try to find a bathroom. I look around; everyone else is passing in their homework as if the new kid isn’t getting ready to keel over and die.

Oh, my God. It’s the apocalypse. That’s gotta be it. The world is going to end, and I’m the only one who knows it. And here I thought it was going to be a good day. Now I wish I would have gone all the way with Brittney. To die a virgin when the opportunity had once presented itself seems like such a waste. I start counting my heartbeats and try to calm the fuck down so I can figure out how to tell everyone else that Jesus or zombies are on the way.

Then the classroom door opens, and I stop breathing.

A girl with long, blond hair walks in and hands a late slip to Mrs. Mason. “Welcome back, Rachel. How was Cozumel?”

“It was great! We got back late last night. My favorite part was the Chichen Itza tour. Who knew a bunch of old stuff could be so cool? Just don’t let Mr. Allen know I said that. He’ll probably make me write a report on it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, and your secret’s safe with me. Turn in your holiday homework and take your seat. It’s time to get married.”

I watch Rachel dig in her backpack and will my incapacitated diaphragm to remember its sole purpose in life. When she walks toward me, I take a moment to admire her long legs. She smiles, and then her lips are moving. Oh God. I’ve never hated my lungs so much in my life. I cough and manage to inhale. I swear I smell vanilla mixed with... sunshine? I don’t know how to explain it. It’s an odd combination, but on her it works. She sits on a desk next to me and stares like she’s waiting for me to do something. Her eyes remind me of chocolate. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

“I’m sorry, what?” Thank you, vocal cords. Thank you for working and not making me look like an even bigger jackass. “Hi, what’s your name?” she repeats, drawing out each word.
Shit. I wipe my hands on my jeans again. What’s that word people use to get my attention? That thing inside my head needs more oxygen to work properly. I take a deep breath.

Vanilla. Sunshine.

“James.” I manage to smile, but it probably looks like the same face I made that time Gran mixed up the salt with the sugar in her apple pie. Rachel looks confused. The teacher starts speaking again and I’m grateful for the distraction.

“All right, class. Let’s get into our project. As I mentioned before the break, the senior Economics project is based on real life. You will each be assigned a partner and the two of you will become a couple. You’ll spend the next five months dealing with budgets, jobs, bills, pretend families, and so on.

I will place you in different socio-economic classes and you’ll see how that affects the jobs you can find, the houses you can afford and the opportunities you have in life. I’ll throw in some twists here and there too. Now, let’s partner up and get hitched.”
She counts off pairs around the classroom and ends up on my row of desks. “Alicia and Scott. Cori and Mike. Rachel and James.”

Holy shit. I love this class. I love this desk. I love this assignment.

“Stand up and slide your desks back to make space in the middle of the room.” Mrs. Mason grabs a
basket off her desk and passes a Ring Pop to each guy in the room. “Gentlemen, please unwrap your
rings, stand before your brides and repeat after me:

“I, state your name, take thee, state your bride’s name, in pretend matrimony. I promise to be true to
our grade for better or worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate.”

I slide the Ring Pop on Rachel’s finger and make an effort to not jerk my hand back. Sparks didn’t
actually fly, but I wasn’t expecting her skin to feel so soft. So good. I’ve never been pretend married
before, but I already know I can never give another girl a ring again. I’m a senior in high school and I’m ruined for life. I want to get married for real and have her babies. I mean, make her have my babies. Shit, who am I kidding? I’d have her babies if she asked me to.

“Okay, let’s get the desks back in order and I’ll hand out your packets with all of your information. We’ll review them together and you can start looking for houses.”

I slide my desk back up, bringing it slightly closer to Rachel’s. She puts her hair in a ponytail but a few shorter tendrils fall around her face. Fuck, did I just say tendrils? This is not good. I’ve made it seventeen years without having a girlfriend, and now I have a pretend wife and I’m using sissy words. What’s next?
I clear my throat and take a deep breath.

“Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m James. It’s nice to meet you.”

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I'm a proud Army veteran, Army wife, and my greatest loves include my family, lip gloss, Diet Coke, and the beach. I believe 90s music is the cure for most bad moods, and chocolate after 9 p.m. doesn't count. I'm a self-professed bibliophile. If reading burned calories, I'd weigh -20 pounds.

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Blog Tour : The Truth of A Liar

“Life doesn’t always go according to plan. In fact, it has a nasty habit of veering off the map. So when my job led me to New York City, something extraordinary happened…her script merged with mine.”

Hadley Theater, New York City, New York - Night

ENTER STAGE LEFT-Rowan Townsend, a twenty-nine year old Broadway starlet, strolls onto the dark, ominous stage. The bright spotlight finds her and she smiles broadly, her body buzzing in anticipation. 

Rowan

Serendipity is a funny thing, isn’t it? It jumps out from behind the bushes and offers an unbelievable

chance at happiness. It’s hopeful and intriguing, and maybe even a little terrifying. 

ENTER STAGE RIGHT-Lark Hawthorne, a striking twenty-nine year old FBI agent and self-proclaimed liar, marches to Rowan and grabs her arm, coaxing her off stage. 

Lark

Rowan, what are you doing? We need to leave. It’s not safe here.

Rowan and Lark look out into the audience and a menacing shadow in the back of the theater catches

their attention. Her eyes expand in panic and he grips her hand tighter, offering reassurance. 

Lark

It’s now or never. Are you ready?

EXIT STAGE RIGHT. Fade to black.

Title : The Truth of A Liar (Anyone But Him #2)
Release Date : 20 October 2015
Genre : Romance
Author : Cassie Graham 
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I don’t care if it’s sinful. This feeling, right now, it makes all of the bad in my life seem like child’s play in comparison. Landon and Cameron…they’re distant memories.

It’s almost as if I’ve waited all of my life to feel this way with this man.

“I want you. So much, Rowan,” Lark whispers. He reverberates pain, yet his voice is heady. Strained, he hisses as I move my hands lower, settling on the hem of his pants.

I move my head to look at him. I place my hand on his cheek, and touch his bottom lip with my thumb. He’s so soft, yet so incredibly masculine. I want to climb inside of his mind and explore every inch of him. I want to discover all of his inner workings, his secrets. The ones he’ll openly admit to and the ones he hides under his bed.

He clenches his teeth, but his eyes are inquisitive, curious. We stare at each other for an incalculable
amount of time. The seconds seem to pass at a glacial pace and in this moment, I’m thankful. I know
when this ends, it’ll be done for good.

It’s almost as if I’m visiting a foreign place and it’s my last day and I know if I don’t sample the unique cuisine and take mental pictures of the scenery, I’ll never find the feeling deep inside of me again. It’ll be lost forever.

My stomach flops at the thought.

“Lark.” I breathe. Saying his name in this setting is enough to send me over the edge and into the
unknown.

His body vibrates as the word passes my lips, and he moves his face closer to mine. His lips are
millimeters from making contact and all I’d have to do is breathe and we’d be connected, but I refuse to move.

“Say it, again,” he demands, his breath washing over my face. “This might be the last time. Say it one
more time, please. For me.” He closes his eyes with a small smile playing on the edge of his lips. His
hand makes its way up to my face again and he clings to me as if I’m his anchor, tethering him to this
world.

I muster all of the courage I have and mutter his name, letting it float out of my mouth, my lips brushing his in the slightest.

Lark hisses, and this time, I know it’s in longing.

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Cassie Graham is a fiery redhead with an intense love for fairytales-- angsty, suspenseful fairytales-- but fairytales nonetheless. She's had all kinds of jobs-- but the one she loves the most is being a writer. She finds solace in it. She's also a mom to a beautiful little girl. Her greatest joy is watching her grow. 

Cassie has always loved to write and is so thankful that she's able to do it full-time. She's very lucky to have a husband who works his booty off working so she can live out her dream. He's the reason why writing romance is so easy.

Cassie is a born and raised Arizona girl. Though she has moved around a bit, her home always calls to her. It's where her heart will remain. 

If Cassie isn't writing, she's more than likely cooking in the kitchen with her daughter or has her nose

buried deep in a good book. She loves front porch sitting, drinking coffee, and constantly dating her

husband.

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Blog Tour : Evil

You know that group of people in school that everyone fears? Popular. Beautiful. The in-crowd?

That was my family. Kind of.  

We were above that group. We held court over everyone else. We were the best looking. We were the mysterious and elusive ones. Most of the girls wanted to (and did) date the guys, but they didn’t want to be one of us. They couldn’t be. They were our prey.

We were the feared.

But like every family, nothing is as it seems. That was my truth. 

Kellan was in his own league. He was our leader and he was the one no one messed with. No one dared.

He was ruthless, powerful, and no one could match him…

Except for me.

I was about to find out just how different I was from my family.

**Evil is a full-length paranormal romance stand-alone.

Title : Evil
Release Date : 13 May 2016
Genre : Paranormal Romance
Author : Tijan
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“Kellan and Shay Braden, why is it always you two? And if it’s not the two of you, it’s your other two siblings. All the time.” Mr. Mirchak approached, shaking his head. “Who’d you fight this time, Kellan?”

I should’ve felt something, maybe remorse, but there was nothing. Matt had assaulted me. Kellan felt it and protected me. And if Matt chose to run away, then that was Matt’s decision. But still…I should’ve felt guilty.

Kellan drew to his full height of six one and squared his lean shoulders against the portly forty-
something teacher. He shook his head. “Do you see anyone, Mr. Mirchak?”

The balding teacher shook his head. “I never see anyone, Kellan. That’s the problem. But I know that
someone’s going to show up with a busted eye, maybe a shoulder. I don’t know, but there’s always
something.” He turned away, but mumbled over his shoulder, “…too damn scared to say a thing…”

Kellan waited until the teacher had turned the corner before he flashed a smile. “What do you think?”

I rolled my eyes and kicked my locker open. “You didn’t have to hurt his jaw.”

“Right.” Kellan fell against the locker beside mine and studied me. “At least this way, he’ll shut up all the time. I’m getting tired of his mouth. The guy thinks he knows you too much. He doesn’t know anything.”

“Still…” I muttered as I bent inside to grab my book.

“Still,” Kellan mimicked me and yanked me out. “Why didn’t you do something, Shay?”

“What are you talk—?”

“Don’t. Not with me,” Kellan interrupted. “You could’ve stopped him long before I came around the
corner. You knew I was coming. Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Maybe I wanted to hear his rhetoric on how hot I must be for him.”

“Don’t be funny, Shay. You’re not the funny one, remember?”

I smirked. “That’s funny. I don’t think that role’s been taken in our family.”

Kellan’s hand tightened on my arm. He pulled me closer and bent his head to my ear. “You always wait for me. Why?”

Maybe I couldn’t bring myself to do what he enjoyed. Maybe I liked knowing he’d always protect me or that someone would protect me. Maybe…maybe I enjoyed the sick pleasure knowing that someone like Matt could never really hurt me, though he didn’t know that fact. Or maybe…I whispered, “I don’t know, okay?”

I didn’t know. I had ideas. I had possible scenarios, but the only truth was, I could’ve easily broken
Matt’s hold on me and I didn’t.

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Hello~ (waves)

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the

computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Blog Tour : The Year I Met August

It was the summer before college and Murphy was ready to experience life, as any

girl should. During an outing with her sister she meets August. He's older, and more

experienced than she is.

She knew a relationship at this point was almost pointless. With an internship at the

end of summer and then college in the fall. Her schedule was full.

Murphy told herself that she could walk away from August without any

repercussions. If only her heart had listened. 

Walking away at the end of the summer was difficult. But they agreed to keep in

touch and see each other whenever possible. They still didn't put a label on their

relationship.

Eventually August showed his true self. He was so ashamed, he hid his secret from

her for as long as possible. Now that his secret was out, Murphy had no clue how to

handle it.

Will she stay with him so they can deal with it together? Or will it be too much for

her to take on?

Title : The Year I Met August
Release Date : 13 May 2016
Genre : Romance, New Adult
Author : Renea Porter
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I took a drink of my tea. “I was supposed to just walk away after ten days. I thought
that was possible. But clearly I was naïve in thinking so.”

“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up.”

“What if all this is too good to be true? They say if it’s too good to be true then it’s
not real. I’m scared that August and I will drift apart, and I don’t know if I can handle
that.”

She reached over and covered my hand with hers. “Quit over thinking it. Just go with
it. Don’t you think you deserve to feel this way? He’s your first boyfriend. Yeah,
you’ll have doubts, even fights. But that’s why they invented makeup sex.” She
grinned.

“Melanie!”

She laughed. “Anyway, it’s good to sit and chat, but I should get you back.”

“Will you tell Mom hi for me? And that I love her. And that I’m sorry.”

Melanie stood and hugged me. “Of course. I got your back, always.” She flicked my
hair over my shoulder.

We loaded back into the car and headed back to the house. We talked candidly on
the way back, and soon, we arrived. “I guess I’ll say bye to you now. I don’t know if
I’ll stop at the house or not.” She exited the car and hugged me tight.

About The Author

With over ten books out, Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories

with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She

mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she's not afraid to

venture into other genre's like Paranormal Romance.

She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and stepson. She calls

Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time, you can

catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.

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Cover Reveal : Chasing Destiny

Everything happens for a reason.

Kristin…

College, a breakup, and a friendship.

Doesn’t sound bad at all until you put all three of those together and you come out with the most life changing news of my life.

If what started off as an innocent, fun night caused me to lose the one person I wanted more than anything, I didn't know how I would ever get past it.

Carson…

I’d had my heart torn out and stomped on once before, and I vowed to never let it happen again.

But…

Enter Kristin. Fun, beautiful, full of life Kristin. I never expected a friendship with her, and I definitely didn’t expect her to completely change my life.

If I couldn't get past her mistake and learn to live with its outcome, then I would lose everything, and I didn't know if I could live with that.

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Title : Chasing Destiny (Chasing #3)

Release Date : 11 July 2016

Genre : NA Romance

Author : J.D. Rivera

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About The Author

J.D. Rivera lives in Oklahoma with her husband and two boys. Her life consists of school projects, homework, cartoon shows, and little league sports. She loves Diet Mountain Dew, the OKC Thunder,costume jewelry, the beach, and reading.

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