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Wednesday, 8 June 2016
BLOG TOUR : BEAUTIFUL CHAOTIC by Natalie Barnes
These lies… don’t seem to hurt.
Bend this soul, down to the earth
Why try… to feel the sting
It only, causes burn…
Wash away… all this dirt
Only me, is all who knows
Fading far, never be heard
And I try, God have I tried
To live again
With peace… in my own soul
That’s desperately, begging for the end.
Natalie Barnes is the Amazon International Bestselling author of Everything I Want, Everything I Need, and Everything I Have. She is Native American and grew up on the Bay Mills Indian Reservation in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
Natalie spent most of her twenties working in an accounting department as a bookkeeper before she decided to pursue her passion and write full time.
Natalie likes to write with a wicked desire to push her readers to a provocative edge. She is inspired to write by listening to music, which she believes is an influential part of the creative process in her writing.
She still resides in Michigan with her family.
BOOK BLITZ : FRED UP by Amy Briggs
Title: Fired Up
Series: The Brotherhood of District 23 #1
Author: Amy Briggs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2016
Blurb
Jo Meadows did what she always dreamed, following her father’s footsteps and becoming a career firefighter. Still reeling from his sudden death, Jo attempts to settle roots where he had been the Chief. However, the new cocky Fire Chief, makes it difficult to stay focused on her goal, just like he has since they were kids.
Brian Cavanaugh is doing what he does best, taking command. After the Chief, his only father figure, passes away, he convinces Jo to come back to the department where her family is. While he’s always had his pick of the ladies, he quickly realizes what he’s been missing out on with Jo and what he’s been giving up for his career.
Torn between their responsibilities and their attraction for each other, their history ignites a spark that neither can deny. But Brian’s reputation for being a ladies’ man and now becoming her new boss challenges their scorching chemistry. Will he be able to prove to her he’s changed before Jo’s past comes back to haunt them both?
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Amy Briggs is an Orlando based writer, consultant, and entrepreneur. Leaving the corporate life behind, Amy now runs several small businesses from the comfort of her home while spinning realistic, thrilling and romantic stories. Formerly a firefighter and EMT in New Jersey living next to a military base, Amy was drawn to creating a stories around emergency services and the military, and draws on her experiences to show the depth and emotional side of the lifestyle.
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BOOK BLITZ : THOU ART MINE by Renee Luke
Title: Thou Art Mine
Author: Renee Luke
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Erotic Historical
Release Date: May 16, 2016
Blurb
Betrothed to Lord Boden Sinclair, a powerful and lusty knight of King Henry II, Lady Izabella Bennet is about to begin a long and erotic quest for the heart of her husband-to-be.
A UNION MOST DESPERATE
Lord Boden Sinclair returned from war both victorious and ruined. His faithful service to King Henry II earned him a title, yet a deceitful blackguard stripped Ravenstone Castle bare in his absence. The only solution? To find the rogue responsible. That, and a lucrative marriage arranged by the Crown, a bond of necessity foretelling the end of all pleasure. And so the young beauty on the ground before him, this willing golden-haired temptress, shall be his final taste of joy.
…AND DELICIOUS
Maltreated and ignored, long has Lady Izabella Bennet yearned to be caressed with love. Long has she waited to sample the pleasures of the marriage bed. Now, before her, stands her husband-to-be. Handsome and powerful, he seeks to conquer her body before her hand, and she is sorely tempted to yield. But marriage is more than pleasure. It is also truth and trust and honor. So surrender must needs be delayed—at least partially, tantalizingly, for as long as Izzy can manage. Each erotic step in this battle will be hard-fought—and harder loved. And though Boden claims she is his, he will soon see that she has already made him her own.
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“Are you hurt, milady?” Boden asked the maid on the ground. “Shall I assist you to your feet?”
His voice was low, so as to not frighten the strange girl beside whom he stooped. With shaking fingers he swept away the long tendrils of her hair, marveling at their silken texture. The colors of sunshine swept his hand, and his tanned and calloused skin contrasted such fragile beauty.
The girl’s face was hidden, covered in a pair of dainty hands as dirty as a stable boy’s, but, near the curve of her ear, her pulse raced beneath the smooth, creamy skin of her neck. A strong breeze picked up, fluttering the girl’s kirtle up her leg, revealing a stretch of smooth white calf and then a glimpse of tempting thigh. Biting back a groan, Boden reached to shove down the dress, not realizing that the movement might frighten her further.
It did. She jerked away, kicking out one of those lithe long legs and hitting him square in the gut.
“Leave me be, knave!”
Her voice was broken, and what sounded like a sob escaped with her final word. One of her hands darted down to shove at the linen of her skirts, but the other remained to shield her face.
That gown marked her a lady, judging by the heavy embroidery around the hem. Wary of a lady traveling alone, especially with dusk descending, Boden narrowed his eyes and searched the bordering woods for men armed and ready to protect her—or outlaws using her as bait. He saw none, but he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, instinctually prepared to defend himself.
“I’ll not harm you,” he promised. “If you’re lost or hurt, I’ll be able to help. Tell me your name.”
“Nay!” She rolled away. Keeping her back to him, she sat upright and drew her knees toward her chest. “I’ll not give a randy rogue such as you the pleasure of my name.”
Randy rogue?
“Zounds, milady, ’tis not my intent to debase you. You speak as if I’ve caused you harm in some way, when in truth I found you here, prostrate upon the ground and weeping.” Boden rested his elbow on his bent knee and bowed his head. The day had been far too long to trouble with such an ornery wench, but something kept him kneeling beside her in the grass. Curiosity, mayhap? Concern for a well-born young woman out on her own? Or was it memories of days more pleasant from his youth, when women sought him out for just what this maiden seemed to fear?
“I’m not crying, and I’m not in need of your ‘valiant assistance,’ sirrah. You can be about your journey,” the young woman snapped, her tone capable of scaring away even the wildest boar in the forest.
Surprised and angered by her lack of civility, Boden grabbed her shoulder. “Look here, wench. I’d like naught else but to ride away and never look upon you again. Jesu, I’ve signed my life away this very day to another…” He trailed off, wondering at his sudden desire to confess his predicament to a strange girl. Clearing his throat, he said instead, “I’ve offered you help and you’ve done nothing but berate me. You wish to repay my kindness with poison-tipped barbs?”
She said nothing. So, rising slightly, he lifted her from the ground and spun her to face him.
“Unhand me!” she demanded, shaking thick golden hair from her face and yanking at her arm in an attempt to be free. A film of dust covered her cheeks, and streaks of mud. Boden just tightened his fingers and pulled her nearer.
Violet eyes stared back at him; then the girl blinked twice, shaking her head. The expressive hue of her eyes deepened. Was it from fear or surprise? Boden could barely guess. He could just imagine those eyes turning darker from passion as the right touch set fire to her skin…
“You,” she murmured.
Those lush lips trembled. Beneath that grime were they pink or red or the perfect color of the flowers growing upon the southern wall of his keep? Boden needed to know, and so he brushed the pad of his thumb across her mouth, smearing away the dirt. Aye, it was as he’d thought. Rose petals. Her lips were the same shade and velvety texture.
She gasped, her delectable lips parting further, and Boden’s fingers expanded their search of her face, causing a pink glow to peek out from behind her mask of mud and grime. He rubbed his knuckles over her cheekbone, tucking frolicking curls behind her ear and smoothing his palm over her skin.
“I’m sorry, my lord,” she said. “I’d not have spoken to you so had I known who you were.”
Her forget-me-not gaze locked onto his, forcing forgiveness despite Boden not being in the mood to offer it. The girl’s lips trembled, and it appeared as if she were about to cry again. Then, surprisingly, she gifted Boden with a beguiling smile. It was as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud.
His voice was low, so as to not frighten the strange girl beside whom he stooped. With shaking fingers he swept away the long tendrils of her hair, marveling at their silken texture. The colors of sunshine swept his hand, and his tanned and calloused skin contrasted such fragile beauty.
The girl’s face was hidden, covered in a pair of dainty hands as dirty as a stable boy’s, but, near the curve of her ear, her pulse raced beneath the smooth, creamy skin of her neck. A strong breeze picked up, fluttering the girl’s kirtle up her leg, revealing a stretch of smooth white calf and then a glimpse of tempting thigh. Biting back a groan, Boden reached to shove down the dress, not realizing that the movement might frighten her further.
It did. She jerked away, kicking out one of those lithe long legs and hitting him square in the gut.
“Leave me be, knave!”
Her voice was broken, and what sounded like a sob escaped with her final word. One of her hands darted down to shove at the linen of her skirts, but the other remained to shield her face.
That gown marked her a lady, judging by the heavy embroidery around the hem. Wary of a lady traveling alone, especially with dusk descending, Boden narrowed his eyes and searched the bordering woods for men armed and ready to protect her—or outlaws using her as bait. He saw none, but he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, instinctually prepared to defend himself.
“I’ll not harm you,” he promised. “If you’re lost or hurt, I’ll be able to help. Tell me your name.”
“Nay!” She rolled away. Keeping her back to him, she sat upright and drew her knees toward her chest. “I’ll not give a randy rogue such as you the pleasure of my name.”
Randy rogue?
“Zounds, milady, ’tis not my intent to debase you. You speak as if I’ve caused you harm in some way, when in truth I found you here, prostrate upon the ground and weeping.” Boden rested his elbow on his bent knee and bowed his head. The day had been far too long to trouble with such an ornery wench, but something kept him kneeling beside her in the grass. Curiosity, mayhap? Concern for a well-born young woman out on her own? Or was it memories of days more pleasant from his youth, when women sought him out for just what this maiden seemed to fear?
“I’m not crying, and I’m not in need of your ‘valiant assistance,’ sirrah. You can be about your journey,” the young woman snapped, her tone capable of scaring away even the wildest boar in the forest.
Surprised and angered by her lack of civility, Boden grabbed her shoulder. “Look here, wench. I’d like naught else but to ride away and never look upon you again. Jesu, I’ve signed my life away this very day to another…” He trailed off, wondering at his sudden desire to confess his predicament to a strange girl. Clearing his throat, he said instead, “I’ve offered you help and you’ve done nothing but berate me. You wish to repay my kindness with poison-tipped barbs?”
She said nothing. So, rising slightly, he lifted her from the ground and spun her to face him.
“Unhand me!” she demanded, shaking thick golden hair from her face and yanking at her arm in an attempt to be free. A film of dust covered her cheeks, and streaks of mud. Boden just tightened his fingers and pulled her nearer.
Violet eyes stared back at him; then the girl blinked twice, shaking her head. The expressive hue of her eyes deepened. Was it from fear or surprise? Boden could barely guess. He could just imagine those eyes turning darker from passion as the right touch set fire to her skin…
“You,” she murmured.
Those lush lips trembled. Beneath that grime were they pink or red or the perfect color of the flowers growing upon the southern wall of his keep? Boden needed to know, and so he brushed the pad of his thumb across her mouth, smearing away the dirt. Aye, it was as he’d thought. Rose petals. Her lips were the same shade and velvety texture.
She gasped, her delectable lips parting further, and Boden’s fingers expanded their search of her face, causing a pink glow to peek out from behind her mask of mud and grime. He rubbed his knuckles over her cheekbone, tucking frolicking curls behind her ear and smoothing his palm over her skin.
“I’m sorry, my lord,” she said. “I’d not have spoken to you so had I known who you were.”
Her forget-me-not gaze locked onto his, forcing forgiveness despite Boden not being in the mood to offer it. The girl’s lips trembled, and it appeared as if she were about to cry again. Then, surprisingly, she gifted Boden with a beguiling smile. It was as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud.
Author Bio
Renee Luke is a multi-published award-winning author, who writes stories with rich texture, deep emotions, and realist characters. She creates stories where sensual seduces erotic, and most of all, she believes in love, romance, and happily-ever-afters.
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COVER REVEAL : SLOW GRIND by Eva Spencer
Title: Slow Grind
Series: Men of Mornington #1
Author: Eva Spencer
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 28, 2016
Blurb
Only the good die young. It’s a phrase I wish never existed.
Best mates shouldn’t get cancer, especially terminal at twenty-seven. And experimental treatments shouldn’t cost a hundred grand. But sometimes life just fucking sucked.
Then I got an idea to raise the cash. If a woman could strip her way through uni, we could strip our way to a cure, right? We were attractive Aussie guys, and with the help of Max’s kid sister, we could nail the choreography.
I hadn't seen Aubrey since she was twelve. She’d gone from a pig-tailed, freckled tomboy into the sexiest chick I think I'd ever met. I made a promise to Max to steer clear, but when she was choreographing our routines …
The Men of Mornington were going to heat things up, and things just got a whole lot hotter..
Best mates shouldn’t get cancer, especially terminal at twenty-seven. And experimental treatments shouldn’t cost a hundred grand. But sometimes life just fucking sucked.
Then I got an idea to raise the cash. If a woman could strip her way through uni, we could strip our way to a cure, right? We were attractive Aussie guys, and with the help of Max’s kid sister, we could nail the choreography.
I hadn't seen Aubrey since she was twelve. She’d gone from a pig-tailed, freckled tomboy into the sexiest chick I think I'd ever met. I made a promise to Max to steer clear, but when she was choreographing our routines …
The Men of Mornington were going to heat things up, and things just got a whole lot hotter..
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Excerpt
“We’re all in this together.” I turn my head in the direction of the strong, sexy voice, locking on a pair of ice blue eyes I’d recognize anywhere. My heart pounds as I take the rest of him in, my eyes travelling over his long, muscular frame. He leans casually against the wall, his hands shoved in the pockets of his faded jeans. He smiles at me, and I suddenly feel like I’m twelve years old again, yearning for a boy who can never love me back.
“Hey Andrew,” I stutter, scurrying off the bed. “It’s been a while.”
“I’d say so. It’s Drew now.” He lets out a low whistle and shakes his head. “Little Aubrey is all grown up,” he drawls and the pure sex oozing off his voice is almost enough to take out my knees. The only thing saving me is my sick brother lying down on the bed next to me.
“I’m getting there,” I mumble, my mouth dry. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I continue to stare into his eyes. I try to look away, but it’s as if they have me captured in their depths. “Thanks for being here. It means a lot. There aren’t many childhood memories that don’t have you in them. It’s nice to see you’re still around pestering my brother.”
“Like I said, we’re in this together. The guys and I think we’ve found something, but it’s gonna take a little more research to see if we can pull it off. It’ll be a miracle, but it’s worth a shot.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. I’m all about Team Max.”
“You guys do know that Max is right here, right?”
“Oh shut up, ya big pussy. We know exactly where you are. Just sit back and let us handle this, okay?” Drew orders.
“Yeah,” I chime in. “Let us take care of you for a change, you big pussy.” I stutter on the word pussy, the feeling that I did something wrong hitting me like a bag of bricks. The last time I was here, I was just a child. Now, I’m standing in my brother’s room, calling him a pussy, no less. Times sure have changed.
Max rolls his eyes in true Max fashion and flicks on the TV, ignoring both Drew and myself. Drew moves closer toward the bed and stops at the end, playfully slapping Max’s foot.
“How’s Emma?” I ask him. I feel awkward even asking, considering how I just dropped all contact with her. I hadn’t even meant to do it, but it was just so hard starting everything over again in a new country…I can’t even admit the truth to myself. I cut her out because the reminder of Drew was too much to cope with.
“She’s good. She’s rapt your back, Aubs. She missed you. We all did.”
The heat in my cheeks starts up again. He missed me. Like a friend. The only way you can miss your best mates little sister.
“Hey Andrew,” I stutter, scurrying off the bed. “It’s been a while.”
“I’d say so. It’s Drew now.” He lets out a low whistle and shakes his head. “Little Aubrey is all grown up,” he drawls and the pure sex oozing off his voice is almost enough to take out my knees. The only thing saving me is my sick brother lying down on the bed next to me.
“I’m getting there,” I mumble, my mouth dry. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I continue to stare into his eyes. I try to look away, but it’s as if they have me captured in their depths. “Thanks for being here. It means a lot. There aren’t many childhood memories that don’t have you in them. It’s nice to see you’re still around pestering my brother.”
“Like I said, we’re in this together. The guys and I think we’ve found something, but it’s gonna take a little more research to see if we can pull it off. It’ll be a miracle, but it’s worth a shot.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. I’m all about Team Max.”
“You guys do know that Max is right here, right?”
“Oh shut up, ya big pussy. We know exactly where you are. Just sit back and let us handle this, okay?” Drew orders.
“Yeah,” I chime in. “Let us take care of you for a change, you big pussy.” I stutter on the word pussy, the feeling that I did something wrong hitting me like a bag of bricks. The last time I was here, I was just a child. Now, I’m standing in my brother’s room, calling him a pussy, no less. Times sure have changed.
Max rolls his eyes in true Max fashion and flicks on the TV, ignoring both Drew and myself. Drew moves closer toward the bed and stops at the end, playfully slapping Max’s foot.
“How’s Emma?” I ask him. I feel awkward even asking, considering how I just dropped all contact with her. I hadn’t even meant to do it, but it was just so hard starting everything over again in a new country…I can’t even admit the truth to myself. I cut her out because the reminder of Drew was too much to cope with.
“She’s good. She’s rapt your back, Aubs. She missed you. We all did.”
The heat in my cheeks starts up again. He missed me. Like a friend. The only way you can miss your best mates little sister.
Author Bio
Eva Spencer, a combination of Ashley Suzanne and Missy Johnson. Independently, we have over 30 novels, and have decided to write our co-written works under one pen name to make it easier for all of you to follow!!! We love new readers and can't wait to chat with you!
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SALE BLITZ : MOSQUITO CHASE by Jaycee Ford
Title: Mosquito Chase
Series: Love Bug #4
Author: Jaycee Ford
Genre: Romantic Suspense/New Adult
Release Date: November 25, 2015
Blurb
Caleb Harris devotes his life to serve and protect his small North Carolina town, but once the badge comes off, he does little to protect the hearts of women. Everything he thought he knew about crime and women is tested when a knock on the door brings him face to face with the last person he ever wanted to see.
Determined to break free of the rumors surrounding her past, Angela Butler abandons her small town, chasing a fresh start. When being in the wrong place at the wrong time makes her a target of the drug cartel, she has no choice but to go back to the world she tried so hard to forget.
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Jaycee Ford grew up chasing street cars around the city of New Orleans. After doing a four year stint at Louisiana State University, she earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in History and fled for the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. New Orleans beckoned her home again where she put her love of the foothills into a series of romance novels. In between writing, she’s found behind her desk at a top rated law firm … or still chasing street cars.
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