Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Cover reveal; BROKEN LIVES by Brenda Kenndy

TITLE : Broken Lives
AUTHOR : Brenda Kennedy
GENRE : Soft Romance
RELEASE DATE : February 1, 2015

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Emma Greyson thought she had it all, until she was faced with Alec Collins’ ugly past.

While Alec tries to leave the past in the past and move on to the future, his wife, Molly, has other plans for her husband.

After Emma is stalked and taunted by Molly, Alec makes a decision that could change everything.

Will he stay with Emma? Will he leave and be with his wife and the mother of his daughter? Does Alec make the right choice? Only time will tell.

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The Author

First and foremost I am a wife, mother and grandmother.

I am also a nurse and a new author.  

I moved to sunny Florida in 2006 and never looked back. I love fresh squeezed lemonade, crushed ice, teacups, wineglasses, non-franchise restaurants, ice cream cones, boating, picnics, cookouts, throwing parties, lace, white wine, mojitos, strawberry margaritas, white linen tablecloths, fresh flowers and Pinterest. I also love to read and write and to spend time with my family. My books thus far, have been inspired by the things I love and the people who influence me, every single day to be a better person.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ for A Sorta Fairytale by Emily McKee @EmilyMcKee1206

Author: Emily McKee
Standalone Novel
Genre: Erotic | Contemporary Romance
I have my own sorta fairytale. 

Only thing is that it’s with two people. 

Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless. 

From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person. 

But perfect is overrated. 

It doesn’t exist. 

Plus, it’s not at all interesting. 

And my relationships with Thomas and Alex? 

Well that’s a story for the ages…




Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.

“A blindfold?”

You grin. “Mhm.”


“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”

I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”

You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”

“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”

“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”

I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.

“What are you thinking?”

I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I answer honestly.

“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”

Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”

“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”

I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.

Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.

“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?”

“Sssh,” you whisper.

Sucking in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet lick from you and a moan from me.

I think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

My body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder.

“That’s right, Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know.

The bed dips by my head and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into the crook of my neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel your legs on either side of my face. “Suck me,” you moan. Velvet hardness pushes against my mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against my chin. A Prince Albert. I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never thought you would have a cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous. Pushing your cock into the crook of my lips, you moan, “Suck on me, Stella.”

The stranger continues to fuck my sex. Just that alone is too much to handle, but then I have you. You want me to fuck your cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips, I take you into my mouth. I have a firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I need you. Where you want to be.

“Oh, fuck,” you say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks hard, so do I. When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I slowly move my mouth back and forth against your cock.

“Oh, fuck,” you say again. “That’s right, baby. You keep fucking my cock with that beautiful little mouth of yours.” Keeping a firm grip on your ass with one hand, the other maneuvers its way in between my mouth and your cock. I grab and give a hard squeeze. Swiftly, you bend over and grip my hair in your hands. “Relax your mouth, Stella. I’m going to fuck it now.”

I release my hold on your ass and grip the bed sheets. It’s like you and the stranger have one mind. You fuck my mouth with wild abandon while the stranger sucks on my sex.

“Smack me when you’re going to come, Stella,” you demand. With that, the stranger goes wild, pulls my hips up further, dips another finger into my opening and sucks my nub harder. My eyes stay closed, but then I feel the blindfold rip off. “Open your eyes. I need to see you when I come in you.” Tears run down my face when I open my eyes. “Fuck, Stella. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

Pushing my legs further apart, the stranger dips a finger into my other hole. My eyes start to close when you grip my hair. “Keep them opened,” you grit through clenched teeth. I listen, but it’s so damn hard. This feels so fucking good. “I’m going to tell you to come, Stella. You hear me? And when I tell you, you better come all over the place.” I nod. I can’t speak with your cock fucking my mouth. Ramming your cock in and out a few more times you groan, “Come, baby.” And with those two words, I do. My body shakes and unwinds as I feel hot spurts of cum spill into my mouth. “Holy fuck,” you growl.

I smack at you. Wanting, needing to push you off of me. You listen and slowly slide your cock out of my mouth.

“Holy shit!” I scream. The stranger continues to ram fingers in and out of me, sucking hard on my nub. “Fucking shit!” My body shakes uncontrollably. “F-f-fuck.” The stranger continues to keep a mouth on me but begins to slow down. I place a hand over my head as I try to control my breathing. Then before I know it a laugh escapes from my throat and I can’t stop.

“That good?” the other voice asks, and I gasp.

I feel like a little kid playing hide and go seek. You know you’ve been caught in the closet, but you keep your eyes closed. If they can’t see you, then they haven’t found you.

“What?” You laugh. “You’re not going to say anything after I gave you that fucking amazing orgasm?”

I breathe in and out a few times before my orgasm is completely over. Dropping my arm to my side, I sit up. My eyes are still closed. I just need a few more seconds to prepare for the face I’m about to see when I open them. Slowly, I open my eyes and see who is staring back at me with a wicked grin. “Hey, Stella.”

Taking in a deep breath, I mutter, “Hi, Alex.”

Emily McKee 
For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow. 

I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.

When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me. ❤

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The Eleventh Commandment Book Event

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Title: The Eleventh Commandment
Author: Richard Van White Jr.
Genre: Science Fiction
Release Date: January 6, 2015
Length: 376 Pages
Stand-alone novel
  The Eleventh Commandment: “Prevail together or surely perish together.” —Prophet Naraji Ilkani, 4082 A.D.

The mighty Ambros clan have reined over the Imperium for many centuries, having first seized power following a series of brutal intergalactic wars known as “The Wasting” that ravaged the universe for hundreds of years, destroying entire star systems, sterilizing planets, and decimating populations with natural and engineered plagues. Only through absolute control and their strict adherence to The Eleventh Commandment have the Ambros been able to bring about centuries of inter-planetary peace and economic prosperity. But at what cost? Rigid conformity and homogeniz ation?

Now, after many years of study at the Academy on Tempel where he’s been carefully groomed as the next leader of the Imperium, Pfizer Ambros is returning to Earth to join his family in inaugurating the Omnividome, a multi-galactic instalink connecting every being in the Imperium. His mother, Emperor-Executrix Anastacia Ambros, intends the Omnividome to usher in a golden age of planetary autonomy and unprecedented inter-galactic collaboration. But many fear that a new era of autonomy and self-determination will bring back contentiousness, greed, war and worse—a second Wasting. There are dark forces that want to see this happen, forces that seek to destroy the Ambros and everything they have built.

Pfizer and his family are about to discover that even for the most powerful clan in the universe, a single day can change everything.

As a portion of the proceeds from this bookwill go to Girl Power 2 Cure, Inc., an organization dedicated to finding a cure for Rett Syndrome, a neurodevelopmental disorder that affects girls almost exclusively. The author knows a special young lady living with Rett Syndrome and wants to help her find a cure soon. To learn more about the inspiring work of Girl Power 2 Cure, visit the author’s website at: http://www.GirlPower2Cure.org


About the Author

R.V. White has long been fascinated by space travel and the infinite mysteries of the universe. His love affair with science fiction began while watching Star Trek on a black and white television in 1969, the same year that man landed on the moon. He soon developed a voracious appetite for all things sci-fi—from classics by Robert A. Heinlein and Frank Herbert to Doctor Who, Space 1999, and the Star Wars Trilogy. This is R.V. White’s first science fiction novel. He resides in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania but also spends considerable time in Maryland with extended family.

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Stripped by Morgan Black Release Day Blitz

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Calla’s world is being split in two. The judge is dead and she’s facing a criminal investigation. All while midterms are creeping up and she’s hiding her growing stash of money from her friends and family.
But it could all fall apart. In a second. Everyone could find out all her secrets. She could go to jail. Her world could be over.
Or it could just be beginning…
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Calla Hart just needs the money. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt. She wants to go to class, party with friends, and pay her bills. But when she agrees to go with a friend to an audition she is quickly pulled into the underground world of escort services, where the money is good and the secrets are worth even more. 
Once you're in the club, there's no getting out.
This book is NOT appropriate for readers under the age of 17. If you don't like sexy men in business suits, or beautiful women with strong personalities then you probably shouldn't read this either.
Boston Buyers Club Release Dates
Untouched - December 16th
Stripped - January 7th
Exposed - January 21st
Bare - February 2nd
Naked - February 16th
About Morgan Black
Morgan Black is a hair stylist by day and hottie writer by night. She walks her dogs in high heels and never leaves the house without red lipstick. She firmly believes in the power of Zen, and does Yoga freely in her backyard, in her favorite set of pumps. Morgan Black also writes hot vampire erom under M. Black.

Tryst Release Blitz

Release Date: January 6th


Bentley Celeste has everything to lose, literally. On a night she should have been celebrating, her world came crashing down. Left with no other choice, she ran for her life and has been hiding ever since.

The day Tristan turned into a teenager his whole life changed. Faced with the reality that his father was more of a child than he was, Tristan chose to forego the rest of his childhood and become an adult.

Both have secrets that could destroy the fragile foundation that Tristan fights hard to build. But what happens when the very secrets you are hiding are the very ties that will either bind or break you? Can Bentley stop running long enough to let someone in? Can Tristan start believing that not everyone he loves is destined to abandon him?

***WARNING*** This book is intended for 18+ due to strong language, violent scenarios, and sexual content. 

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Tryst By Arie Lane Copyright 2014


I have been through a living hell. I lost my sister to a stalker who to this day, refuses to say where she is buried. I lost my father to his best friend Jim Beam, and my mother, well I never had her. Sure she was there. My darling mommy created the hell I endured every day.

For as long as I can remember the woman hated me. She enjoyed finding new ways to try and break me. The earliest recollection I have of the woman is her humiliating me.

My twin Cora and I were celebrating our fourth birthday. Cora insisted she had to have a Cinderella party. I wasn’t much into princesses but my opinion hardly mattered when it came to Cora’s demands. So of course my mother thought this idea was brilliant. There was a small consolation though. Mom said we could both be Cinderella. Cora threw such a fit at the idea she wasn’t going to be the only princess. That is until she saw our outfits. Cora’s was a beautiful blue dress, a Swarovski crystal crown, and mother even had glass slippers custom made for her. When it came time for me to put on my dress, turned out it wasn’t a dress at all. It was rags, dirty filthy rags. I was the standing joke of the party. That was the start to a long painful childhood.

I tried to avoid my mother’s wrath as much as possible, even if Cora made it her life’s mission to see me miserable. I guess she didn’t like having a twin any more than my mother liked having a second daughter. My mother’s temper hit a boiling point when I was six. We were at a fair and Cora had kicked the dirty water from a mud puddle up at me. It was the first time my mother didn’t scream at me and Cora wasn’t too thrilled she hadn’t succeeded. She always went out of her way to make sure I got in trouble, so since her antics didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she tripped me. I landed face first in the mud puddle destroying my Sunday dress. When I stood back up, our mother was furious. It was the first time she’d hit me hard enough to leave a mark. I had her hand imprinted across my cheek until the next morning.

 After demanding that I bathe as soon as we got home, she ran a bath for me. I thought maybe her anger had lessened. She seemed calmer during the trip home.  That was until I realized she ran the bath with water that was just a few degrees shy of boiling. She pushed me and the ruined dress I was still wearing into the water. I thought she had left me alone, so I tried to add some cold water to the tub. I never got the chance before she came back in and poured some kind of cleaner into the bath water and told me to scrub. The cleaner was harsh and it left my body covered in blisters.

 Once she left the room again I thought it was safe to wash the mud from my hair. Lying back in the tub to try and wash the mud away, I opened my eyes to my mother hovering above me. The next thing I knew she was holding me under the water, trying to drown me. I must have had a guardian angel that night because somehow I slipped out of her grip and bolted through the door leaving water everywhere.
I don’t recall what I was spanked with that night, but I remember I could hardly walk for two days. That was around the same time I started shutting myself away. It was when I came to the conclusion, I was the only person who I would ever be able to rely on. The only person who would ever know the full truth of what my mother was capable of. Many nights I suffered her wrath, both verbally and physically. This became the pattern of my life, abuse and degradation.

Teachers often saw marks, but usually overlooked them. Even when they did ask, nothing ever came of it, aside from making my mother even angrier. Because of that, I learned early on not to tattle. No one ever believed me over her, especially not when Cora was standing by her side, the image of perfection. Everyone began to believe I was hurting myself for attention. The fucked up part was the more she hated me, the harder I tried to make her love me.

 I was never good enough though. It didn’t matter that I had perfect grades. It didn’t matter how many people congratulated her on what a bright, well-mannered daughter she had. No, the only thing that mattered was that I couldn’t bring her into the limelight. That’s what she had Cora for. Beautiful spell-binding Cora who could spin a web of the most beautiful lies and you would become entrapped in every one of them. Cora was the only person I think Darla Celeste ever gave a shit about, other than herself. But then Cora was her ticket to stardom. She planned to ride the heels of Cora’s modeling career straight to the top, while I continued to live my life in solitude, consumed by my studies.

October 25, 2007, the day my life officially came to an end. Cora had been missing for several months, and any hope of finding her or her body had dwindled to nothing. The police charged a man that had been seen following her around, and who later was identified as her stalker. She had never mentioned a stalker to me. For the first time in my life I had my sister, we had grown close during my final year in school and the months thereafter. It was nice to have her there, even for that short while. The police questioned the man extensively, but he refused to admit to killing her. He was charged with kidnapping, obstruction and aggravated stalking. He took a plea deal to serve out a five year sentence.

 The day we laid my sister’s empty coffin into the ground something inside my mother broke. She had always been abusive and hostile. But her obsession with me had turned to something brutal and deadly. Standing in the kitchen after the funeral cleaning up the mess created by all of the comings and goings of people giving condolences, my mother’s sanity snapped. It could be it was never there in the first place. To this day, I can still taste the chemicals she laced the plastic bag with, although they never found the object she used to try knocking me out with. Whatever it was it left me with a small concussion, and a fractured skull.

If my best friend, Dante, hadn’t talked me into taking self-defense classes with him, I’d likely be dead.  Darla Celeste has a good seven inches on my frame, so getting the bag over my head was the easy part. I fought back like hell though as she tried to tighten the bag around my neck hoping if she couldn’t suffocate me, she’d be able to strangle me instead.

It was the first time I ever filed a police report against my mother for her abuse. Even that didn’t accomplish anything other than building her rage. She convinced a psychiatrist she was suffering from P.T.S.D. because of my sister’s disappearance and she couldn’t recognize me in that moment and was trying to defend herself. It was complete bullshit, but just like every other time, they bought the lies as if she was incapable of telling anything other than the truth.

 It was in those moments my mother prepared me for a life of misery. It was in those moments I felt I would either live my life hidden away or die in whatever heinous fashion my mother would deem most appropriate to garner the most media attention. Darla had decided if she didn’t have Cora’s coattails to ride her claim to fame, that the loss of her surviving daughter would be devastating enough to garner her enough media attention and sympathy to throw her into the spotlight. But she didn’t just want my disappearance and death, she wanted it in a media frenzied circus. She wanted a horrific spectacle that would launch her to the top of her social circle, no matter what the cost. My mother was nothing if not a whore, and she was willing to trade my life for her 15 minutes of fame.

I chose to hide away from everyone. My only solace the knowledge that if I was alone, no one could ever hurt me. If nothing else, my life had prepared me for pain and misery. It had prepared me for all the great disappointments I endured.

Nothing in my life though, could have prepared me for him. I was at a loss when it came to the man who would wreck the safe little life I had built for myself. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever conjured up a man like Tristan.

People say there is nothing in life that comes your way that you can’t handle. Well I call bullshit, because those people have never met Tristan Reece, with his sexy smirk and hotter than hell body. No one could ever be prepared for the confidence and sexual prowess that man oozes. Of course by no one I mean me, an average in every kind of way woman, who somehow becomes the bulls-eye on his target.

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About this Author

Arie Lane is an avid reader and stay at home mom to two beautiful little boys. When not writing or chasing them around she is usually catching up with other Indie authors and constantly keeping up with new blogs.
She loves to connect with people and is proud that she finally had the courage to put some of her crazy thoughts into written words. From the time she started reading her nose was always stuck in a book and she's couldn't be happier that now she's encouraging others to get their noses stuck also. Even if her readers are of the +18 variety.

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