Wednesday, April 16, 2014

*Cover Reveal* Stripped From You by Marissa Carmel



Title: Striped From You (Prequel to Strip Me Bare)
Author: Marissa Carmel         
Genre: New Adult
Released Date: June 1st, 2014
Cover Design by: Cover Me, Darling
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours

*Author Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author suggests reading Strip Me Bare first.


Blurb:
You know how it ends, now see how it all began… 

"It doesn't matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul."

Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again.

For five years he's regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.





Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.

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Playlist:
Hold on, We’re Going Home- Drake
The Other Side- Jason Derulo
Demons- Imagine Dragons
Dark Horse- Katy Perry
Say Something- A Great Big World
Summertime Sadness- Lana Del Rey
Royals- Lorde




“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not, I just met you.”
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body. She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth.
I can’t believe I just did that.

I can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was that crazy?”
“Let’s do it again and find out.”
I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before I lean down and press my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, the way she smells. There’s something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“You can dance?”
“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.
Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively.
“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks.
Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse to race. Fuck, I’m drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
Damn.
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her.
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.


  

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

*Cover Reveal* Intercepting Love by L.P. Dover



Title: Intercepting Love
Author: LP Dover    
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb:

Both have what she wants … but only one has what she needs.

Working with professional athletes and helping them recover from their injuries has always been Kate Townsend’s dream, but after an accident left her scarred and heartbroken years ago she refuses to let what happened in her past happen again. Staying focused is the key, as well as not letting her feelings interfere with her job … no matter the circumstances. All of that is easier said than done when not only one, but two men crave her healing touch, igniting every single desire she’s denied herself for so long.

Cooper Davis, NFL’s star quarterback and most eligible bachelor, packs up and leaves his home to move across the states to the East Coast after an injury results in the embarrassing trade to another team. Bitter from the pain, he deals with his problems through drugs and alcohol—almost ruining his football career—until he meets the one woman who makes him want to feel; the same woman who refuses to give up on him no matter how many times he screws up. He has to have her, and he’s not going to stop until he makes her his. Especially, now that someone else threatens to take her away.

Motocross champion and local bad boy Luke Collins never takes no for an answer. For the past four months he’s used his charms to get what he wants, and now he’s so close to getting the girl of his dreams … if she’ll give in just once. One time is all he needs, and he’s never been known to fail, but he’s also never had to fight for a woman’s affections. Only one man will win their way into Kate’s heart, but which one will intercept the other and take what they want? Which one will she choose?

USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her
husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.
Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

*Release Day Blitz & Chapter Reveal* The Eternal Gift by Candy Crum




Title: The Eternal Gift
Author: Candy Crum          
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romace
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:A young girl (Kailah) discovers that she is from a lost and forgotten powerful Immortal blood line after she meets a strange new physician at work. She begins to have visions and see spirits and has trouble controlling bad things from happening when she is angry. Along the way she discovers the terrible truth about who she is and the incredible power that is locked away deep inside her. Her Immortal ancestors want to use her to destroy the vampire race. Vampires want to use her power to destroy her Immortal ancestors. But hiding in the shadows are those who have been watching her since she was born. They want to help Kailah discover who she is and help her learn to use her abilities. They simply want for her to make the right decision before it's too late. Unfortunately for them time is not on their side and the Rogue Vampires have plans for Kailah no one could have imagined.

Candy Crum lives in Indiana and is the Author of “The Eternal Series” and other short stories. She published her first novel, The Eternal Gift, in May of 2011 and has been publishing ever since. Candy is an avid lover of the paranormal genre, stemming from years of reading the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice when she
was a teenager. Later, she developed a deep love of the Vampire Academy Series by Richelle Mead and the House of Night Series by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, furthering her love of the genre and pushing her to really push to finish and publish her novel.

Since then, Candy has released three other books in The Eternal Series and will release another later in 2014. Now, Candy is trying her hand at more contemporary pieces of work, like that of Lean on Me and other books she will release in 2014.

Some of Candy’s interests include the usual reading and writing, music (of most types), movies (action and comedy or any combination of the two), cartoons (she loves to say that her children watch cartoons because she does), and drawing. She loves talking with her fans and loves reading the reviews that her fans are kind enough to leave for her. Always feel free to find Candy on Facebook and send her a message!




Buy Links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Eternal-Gift-Candy-Crum-ebook/dp/B00522J7HS/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=8-1&qid=1395715127


Chapter Two


A soaking wet patient tapped on the glass surrounding the station and broke me from my mind. Regardless of whatever mental breakdown I was having, I had a duty to these people and I wasn’t going to allow anyone to get hurt because I couldn’t think straight.
Sydney and I worked silently as we wrapped everyone in their blankets and rounded them up in an attempt to get them to safety. On the way out, I grabbed the backpack that I always left under the desk with my nursing books and school supplies so nothing would get wet.
As we exited the doors, I was surprised to see how gray the skies were. The forecast said that it was supposed to be sunny today and there was no evidence to the contrary on my way in two hours ago. We walked the patients out to the edge of the road and helped them get comfortable on the soft grass. We were lucky not to have any critical patients still in the ER and it made for an easy transition.
The wind began to pick up slightly and everyone began clutching their blankets as they shivered. Sydney narrowed her eyes as she studied the sky. Something about the innocent passage of time registered on my paranoia meter. It felt as if she was looking for something specifically. Thunder cracked in the distance and her head snapped to the right. I followed her gaze and found that the sky had darkened even more off to the west.
I began to feel dizzy as pressure settled into my head. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I massaged the area as I attempted to relieve the tension.
Kailah. 
The voice sent chills down my spine and I felt the tiny hairs on my neck beginning to rise. My skin tingled all over and I turned to Sydney, who was still looking to the sky. I opened my mouth to tell her that I was beginning to feel badly again but fear began trickling down my body at the sight of her, setting my nerves on fire and making the crackle in the air intensify.
Her eyes quickly focused forward, meeting mine, as if she felt the change in my emotion. I couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath as I looked into her eyes. The hazel color had sharpened and her pupils were slightly dilated, even outside at this time of day.
And, though it was faint, I could see the air directly around her body wavering slightly like heat rising from pavement on a hot summer day. It would disappear from my sight but show itself again in a pinkish-red hue. Realization struck me as I stared into those eyes. Her presence, the reason why it seemed so familiar was because it reminded me of the woman from my dream. She reminded me of the woman that I was told was a Vampire.
“Kailah, why don’t you just head home? It’s obvious that you don’t feel well. I can handle things from here,” Sydney said.
A fake reassuring smile spread across her face as she tried to soothe me and warning bells began going off. Something wasn’t right. The tingle in the air that was nipping at my skin felt sickly recognizable. Aside from Sydney’s familiar presence, there was something else here that was much more threatening. It was then that I saw something that nearly brought me to my knees, but I knew that I had to hold on.
The patients seemed content and not at all alarmed so I wondered if I was simply seeing things or if they were completely unaware of the danger that they were in. It was possible that I was going crazy, that what I was seeing was a hallucination, but it was also possible that there was something big going on that I needed to figure out. Last night’s dream wasn’t the first one I’d had, though it was the most detailed.  It had to have meant something.
“Sydney,” I began, making an attempt to hide my nervousness. “I saw someone in the ER around the time that the sprinkler system went off.” I waited before continuing with a description, wanting to judge her expression. All I received was a shrug and confused look. “I saw her last night in a dream. She had long white hair and had control over the elements. She conjured a storm, not unlike this one.”
Her eyes narrowed and there was a brief flash in the pinkish-red aura of hers before everything returned to normal. “Kailah, you’ve had a long day. I think that you just need to go home.”
I nodded knowingly. “I suppose you’re right. I’m probably just exhausting myself from working so much between here and school.” Her brows furrowed. “It’s just, the dream that I had, that woman was battling another woman with long, black hair. The white-haired woman called her a Vampire.”
Sydney’s aura flashed again as she smiled nervously. “That sounds like a very imaginative dream. I’m going to order you on bed rest for a few days. You can come back tomorrow for the doctor’s excuse for any classes you may miss but you should leave right now.” She reached out and thunder cracked loudly directly overhead as her hand came to rest on my shoulder. Shock rolled across her delicate features and her eyes began darting around the growing crowd.
I nodded once again. This was my make or break moment and I feared the outcome. “So, I have a question for you then, Sydney.” Her frantic eyes met mine and I already had my answer but I needed to hear it out loud. “If that dream was only a dream, and you have absolutely no idea who or what I’m talking about – then I suppose the young white-haired woman watching us right now is just part of my imagination too. Right?”
I pointed across the parking lot to a woman standing just outside the crowd. She smiled menacingly as she leaned against a large truck and I could see the glow of her crystalline blue eyes as she watched us. Her white hair never moved though the wind whipped around us. Sydney’s body was a blur as she turned to see the woman standing in the distance.
“Kailah run!” she shouted.
I found myself stalling out of shock as she stepped between me and the strange woman. It was real. Everything was really happening. Honestly, I half expected her to tell me that I was wrong, that I was crazy. Tires squealed behind us and I turned to see my best friend, Rachel Roberts’ blue Sunfire skid to a stop.
“What the hell is she doing here?” I asked.
“Kailah! We have to go now!” Rachel shouted from the car.
“Listen to your friend. Go now. I’ll occupy Khia while you escape,” Sydney said.
“While I escape? What’s going on? Who is that woman?” I shouted.
Sydney turned to face me and her now dark red aura flared violently as her eyes darkened to a shadowy gray. My chest felt as though it wanted to explode as a light blue barrier burst forth from my body and surrounded me. Sydney hissed slightly in pain as she forced her arm through the barrier to grip my throat. In one swift, forceful movement, she threw me like a ragdoll a few yards back, slamming me into the passenger side of Rachel’s car.
I sputtered as the air attempted to escape my lungs and I quickly righted myself, scrambling up and getting into Rachel’s car. Rain mixed with large hail began falling and I could hear the pained screams of the patients as I belted myself in. Rachel’s car lurched forward with screeching tires as she quickly began our getaway. I was flooded with guilt because I wasn’t able to save my patients. They were caught in all of that and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to them.
Rachel and I inhaled sharply as a large pink Dogwood standing on the corner of the street spontaneously engulfed in thick orange and blue flames. Before we could even reach the end of the block, the tree broke in two from the intense heat and completely blocked our turn.
The scream of the Sunfire’s brakes sounded out, once again, as Rachel locked them up on the wet pavement but it was too late. The front tires manage to climb over the trunk but dangled over the other side as the underbelly came to rest on the downed tree.
“She’s not going to let us leave!” I shouted. My breathing was coming in ragged gasps as I began panicking. “What are we going to do?” I immediately began thinking of the car exploding with the fire blazing underneath us.
Rachel was a pillar of strength as I looked into her eyes as she studied our surroundings. She was calm and cool in situations that required it and I envied her that. She was my rock and, though I had no idea how or why she was here now, I was truly grateful.
“I don’t think it’ll be much of an issue,” she said, putting the car in neutral as she looked in the rearview mirror.
I opened my mouth to ask what that meant but I only screeched as the rear end of the car lifted. Turning, I saw Sydney’s tiny form lifting the car and pushing it the rest of the way over the tree.
“Go Kailah!” Sydney painfully roared over the noise of the heavy rain and hail. There was no doubt now what she truly was and I imagined the fire licking at her skin as she saved us took a toll on her.
As soon as Rachel hit the gas, a large gust of wind slammed into us, momentarily lifting the car onto two wheels and throwing Sydney across the street and into a large fence. Rachel wasted no time speeding down the street once all tires returned to their resting place on the ground.
Ignoring the red light and cutting off several people in the process, Rachel made a hard right onto the main highway that lead out of town. I felt her hand on mine and I realized that I was still breathing rapidly. My throat was on fire from being so dry and my head was splitting. All things that I failed to notice during the getaway.
“Rach, how did you know?” I asked as tears began streaming down my face. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. That was the most terrifying moment of my life.
“I got a random phone call from someone telling me that you were in danger. She said that you didn’t know her yet but that you would and if I didn’t listen you’d either be dead or in grave danger within the hour. She told me exactly where to go and how much time I had to get there. It was the craziest thing. She was right about everything.”
Someone that I didn’t know, but would. I wondered if it was the raven-haired Vampire in my dream. “Did she give a name?” I asked.
“She said her name was Sayen.” Something about that name sounded very familiar. “Do you recognize it?”
I nodded as my memory returned to me. “Yeah but it’s not possible. When I helped my grandfather and my uncle record the family tree onto their computers, I saw that name. That was the name of my great-great grandmother on my dad’s side. She would have to be over a hundred and twenty years old probably. Did she sound elderly?”
“Not at all. She sounded no older than you or me, but Kay, are you really going to dismiss her as unreal or impossible? A woman weighing all of a hundred pounds just picked you up by the throat and tossed you like a football. She did that just before lifting this car over a tree to save us from another woman with some obviously nasty powers.”
I nodded again. “I suppose you’re right. This is all just too much to bear. Yesterday I was a normal girl with a normal and hectic life. Today, I’m not even sure I’m human, or at least partly.”
“We’ll figure this out. I promise.”
I stayed silent the rest of the ride home, staring out the window and watching the world pass by as we headed back to my house. In the wildest section of my mind I could never have imagined anything like this would ever be possible let alone happen . . . to me.
I was the timid one. The shy one. Sure, I was witty as hell and could make anyone laugh but the fact that I was always awkward in social situations completely killed that. So how in the hell was this happening to me? What made me so special? Or cursed . . .
* * *
One Week Later
The entire week Rachel and I looked through the files that I had my uncle email me. He was curious to know about my sudden interest in the family lineage since it obviously had nothing to do with school but I decided the less he knew the better. I told him about being curious about our Native American ancestry and he bought that. Honestly, it wasn’t far from the truth so I didn’t feel too bad about it.
There wasn’t a lot of information that I didn’t already know. My mother’s side didn’t even have a family tree, which I found annoying in this particular situation. Thankfully, my dad’s side was a little more with it.
One thing that I found interesting was that, on my dad’s side, the information stopped with my great-great grandmother, Sayen. There is no information on her parents or where she came from. My great-great grandfather Taima, however, was a bit better and went another three generations back and all of them were from around this area.
Today, I struck gold. My papa loves me and sent a bunch of old photos with my uncle so he could scan them and email them to me. Most of them were of my papa when he was just a little boy and honestly, I’d never seen anything more adorable in my life. He was so dark complected and, though the photos were black and white, you couldn’t mistake those big, chocolaty brown eyes with the thick eyelashes and coal black hair.
Rachel and I giggled and awed at how ridiculously cute my grandfather was as a baby but it wasn’t until the final photo popped up that the gravity of the situation settled back in and quickly sobered us.  It was a photo of my great-great grandparents holding my grandfather. It was Sayen and Taima.
Chills ran up and down my spine as I stared into the dark brown eyes of the man that I’d seen standing at the foot of my bed a week ago. Without a doubt, it was him. His silvery hair hung over his shoulders in long braids and was the same color of my grandfather’s today. It wasn’t gray; it was as silver as the ring on my finger and looked like it was spun of the same material as it gleamed in the bit of light in the photo. And even in the shades of black, white, and gray I could tell that his dark Native American skin had the slight red glow to it that my father got when he tanned from working outside.
The woman next to him brought no further comfort as I stared into the eyes of a woman who I had always believed was Native American but was clearly not. The shade of her irises was only a few shades darker than her corneas and I realized they must have been icy blue. Her hair was white, impossibly white, and rested in a long braid that reached down past her waist.
Though her skin was dark, it wasn’t even close to the color of Taima’s. It was obvious this woman was not Native American and had never shared a bloodline with one either.
Sayen looked like the woman that Sydney had referred to as Khia at the hospital that fateful day last week. It was possible that Khia was a descendant of my great-great grandmother’s but, while some of the features were uncanny, their faces were completely different.
 “Alright, Kay, I love you. I do. But I can’t do this anymore. My eyes are burning and my head is splitting with all the research we’ve been doing this week. We need a break. We’ll get back into it tomorrow. What do you say?”
I felt terrible when I looked into Rachel’s light brown eyes. They were slightly glassy with strain from all the reading we’ve been doing online and through the family journals that I’d typed up a few years ago but never paid any attention to. Her dark blonde hair was thrown back in a sloppy bun and her medium toned skin didn’t have the same healthy glow that it normally did. Even the once cozy clothes covering her athletic body were wrinkled and looked uncomfortable. I’d been running her to death with this stuff and hadn’t thought twice about it because I’ve been so obsessed. Some friend I was.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“I think I need a drink. Loud music certainly wouldn’t hurt,” she said. “Louisville?”
Louisville was roughly an hour and a half from my house and, while I was definitely up for getting my friend out to relax a bit, I really didn’t want to drive over an hour to do so. It’s terrifying to think of the bad that could happen in that time and that far from home.
“Kailah I’m begging you. I’ve had a rough few weeks. Mom is scaring the hell out of me because she keeps getting really sick and she doesn’t know why. I found Jeff in bed with another woman and I haven’t spoken to him since, though he’s been texting me the past two days harassing me. Then there is this stuff with you.
“I’m freaking out but I’m trying to hold it together because, while I know my life is full of drama and stress, your life is full of intense everyday stress and very real danger. Your actual life is at risk. You need me good, but I can’t be good all the time. It’s been a week and we’ve gotten nowhere except for that photo of Sayen and Taima. I just need tonight to take a step away and calm down a little and tomorrow I will be back to normal me. I promise.”
I smiled at my friend. She was right. While all this insanity was happening to me, not only did she have her own things to deal with, but she was dragged into mine when she received that phone call. We needed to be at our best and, while going out and getting a drink doesn’t sound like the best idea at the moment; it is the best idea as far as our emotional status went. Rachel won – as usual.
“I’ll go get ready. Meet me back here when you’re through?” I asked.
Rachel squealed with delight. “Thank you! You won’t regret this. Also, yes. I’ll be back here as soon as I’m ready!” With that she quickly kissed the top of my head and made her hasty retreat.
Laughing lightly and shaking my head at her intense change in spirits, I lifted myself from the computer desk in the spare bedroom and headed to my room. Truth was, though I was enjoying Rachel’s change in attitude, I was terrified. I had a bad feeling and I couldn’t shake it. I decided to chalk it up to paranoia and let it go because I needed this as much as she did. 
As I made my way into the large walk-in closet in my bedroom, the air warmed and a deep calm settled in me. It was like every fear I’d ever had just washed away. I felt something softly brush against the bare skin of my upper arm not covered by my shirt and I turned to find what had touched me.
My initial reaction was to scream but for whatever reason, I was unable. The calm that had invaded my body prevented it. A warm smile spread across the face of the spirit of my great-great grandfather standing before me, his dark brown eyes mirroring the enlightened expression.
“Taima.” It was the only word that managed to escape me.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

*Cover & Title Reveal* Beautifully Wounded by Susan Griscom



Title: Beautifully Wounded
Author: Susan Griscom
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours

"This was a wonderfully gripping story about rising above oppression, finding salvation, discovering beauty and joy in the little things, and the transformative properties of true love..." -- Literal Addiction Book Club

After a not-so-wonderful young adulthood—shuffled from one foster home to another—Lena Benton had hoped marriage would be her ticket to happiness. Wedded a year after high school graduation, Lena was certain she’d found her knight. But when Troy Harington’s true colors surface shortly after their glorious day of elopement, things aren’t quite as rosy as Lena had envisioned. When an unforeseen event turns ugly, all she can do is ... run!

But does she run far enough?

Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming carefree sort of guy, known for his eagerness to help injured animals find their way back into the wild. When Lena Benton walks into his bar, he’s once again swept off his feet with concern and desire to help the wounded. Will he risk having his heart torn apart again when the memory of the fawn he rescued as a child resurfaces?

18+ due to sexual content and mature subject matter.

This will be a two book series, but both books in The Beaumont Brothers can be read as a standalone.

I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.

I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky.

My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot.





The late afternoon sun filtered through the window shining right in Lena’s eyes, and making her squint from where she sat on the sofa. I got up and closed the drapes, which made the room dark, so I flipped the switch on the lamp beside me. I sat in the old easy chair that my uncle spent many nights in, blowing on his harmonica. Uncle Joe once played and sang in a band when he was my age, and from what I’d heard by the awesome sounds he’d produced just sitting in that chair, he was pretty good. He’d been my musical inspiration, and I thought of him as I strummed out a new tune on my guitar that had been floating around in my head for several days. The words were coming together, and as I jotted them down, rearranged the flow, their meaning hit me like a crate full of bricks. I was writing a song about Lena. Like the fawn I’d nursed back to health when I was a kid. A song about a broken spirit on its way to healing, I hoped.
Brodie had been right, of course. I had wanted Lena from the moment I first set eyes on her. I knew when I watched her walk in the bar she was beautiful, even with her black eye. She was a beautifully wounded and broken soul that I couldn’t turn my back on. I had been instantly drawn to her as her bruised, damaged body limped from the door to one of the stools at the bar.
Lena spent the days lounging on our sofa, and nights in the spare bedroom with the door locked. Though she never said anything about locking the door, I heard the click each night when she shut the door. I couldn’t blame her, not after what she’d gone through. I let Rufus stay with her at night to give her a sense of protection. Not that Rufus would or could protect her—he was just a lovable lump of pure unconditional love mostly. Well, at least he’d keep her feet warm while she slept, I mused. It’d been hell every night, knowing she was sleeping right in the next room. However wrong it was to want her, I couldn’t shake the feeling. I knew it would have to be her decision though. If there was ever going to be something between us, she would have to initiate it. I could wait. If she even wanted me.
Lena was healing and gaining her strength back. I figured she was still pretty sore, but she smiled a little more often. I’d gone out and purchased some more clothes for her. I bought three pairs of jeans and about seven tops. I also bought her a pair of running shoes and some workout clothes, as well as a baseball cap. I told her, once she was well enough, in addition to self-defense training she had to start going out with me on my daily run.
By the end of the first week, the swelling in her eye had subsided, and the black and blue hues surrounding it turned a greenish yellow tint. Though I didn’t know firsthand, she told me the bruising on her side also showed signs of healing and had turned to the same light color.
I heard Lena sigh from where she stretched out on the sofa, and I glanced up. She looked bored silly. I turned over the paper I’d been scribbling notes and lyrics on, and went to fetch my spare guitar. I handed the wooden six-string to her and sat beside her.
“Do you know this one?” I asked, strumming a tune.
“No, teach it to me.”
“Okay, listen.”
She listened then strummed, mimicking my fingers.
“You’re quick,” I said.
I played some more, and she copied each note immediately after me. I nodded. “That’s it. Let’s start at the beginning.” We strummed the tune as if we’d been playing together for years. When the song finished she laughed, the sound of her laughter filled the room with warmth. “That was fun,” I said.
I played a few notes of the song I’d been toying with, and she quickly picked up the tune and followed along. She was good. “What is that?” she asked. It’s really pretty.”
“Thanks. Just something I’ve been playing around with in my head.”
“Well, it’s beautiful. I hope you finish it.”
“Does it have any lyrics?”
“I’m working on them. Come on, let’s run through that other one again.”
We played a few more tunes that she knew until she stopped and grinned. “Oh, I’ve missed this. Troy smashed my guitar into pieces early on in our marriage. He came home one evening when I’d been working on a new song, trying to work out the kinks you know. Anyway, dinner was on the stove simmering.” She’d hardly touched the wine I poured for her, but picked it up and took a small sip, placing it back down before repositioning her fingers along the strings. “He’d come in complaining about something at work and wanted to know why his dinner wasn’t on the table. At that moment, I realized I should get up and see to it, and when I put my guitar down, he picked it up and smashed it against the wall. He said his dinner should have been my first priority when he came home. He expected me to be attending to him, not sitting around playing with toys, so he smashed my guitar. He said next time it would be my face.”
I cupped her chin in my palm. She must have felt self-conscience at the gesture and flinched.
“Sorry.” I lowered my hand.
She looked down at the guitar and gently splayed her fingers across the frets. Picking up the glass of wine with her other, she took a quick sip then frowned. “I think I need some water.” She leaned the guitar against the side of the sofa and stood.
I stood as well and tenderly took her arm at the elbow, stopping her from leaving. She turned and looked up at me, bewilderment evident in her eyes. She was close to me, our chests nearly touching. “I’m sorry he treated you so badly,” I whispered—my lips just a couple of inches from hers.


Apprehensive, I searched her blue eyes, looking for a clue, a hint as to what she might be feeling. How would she react to my touch? The last thing I wanted was to stir up memories of unwanted dirty sex.

~Book Blitz & Giveaway~ Burning At Last by Crystal Rister



BURNING AT LAST BOOK BLITZ
AUTHOR: CRYSTAL RISTER
GENRE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE
BLITZ HOST: LADY AMBER’S TOURS

BLURB:

A tragic fire set ablaze with vengeful intent turned two lives upside down. In one night lives were lost and changed as the enemy neared with only one ending in mind.

When Jarroth and Sara are reunited the union is not the happy event it should be. Sara discovers there is more to the story and much more to come as secrets are revealed.

When Jarroth finally shares what he has kept hidden will Sara will stay or consider him one of the same monsters that began it all? Or will she see past the tragedy and into his heart?





Crystal is a mother to eight wonderful children whom she calls 'her reason'. Her husband is dubbed her rock as she says he anchors her. She lives in rural Quincy Kentucky where everyone knows everyone. When she's not writing you can find her working on her pieces for her handmade line of jewelry and accessories. She loves listening to all music, as long as it fits her mood and soul. She has a love for everything Paranormal as long you find romance. Steamy is her heat and seductive is her spice.

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Monday, April 7, 2014

~Kickstarter Film Blitz~ ARV-3 by Cameo Renae


Title: ARV-3
Author: Cameo Renae
Genre: YA Post-Apocalyptic/Dystopian
Release Date: November 26th 2013
Publisher: CHBB
Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design Photography

Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb:
June 6, 2014: The beginning of the end. The Apocalypse.
A nuclear fallout wiped out every living thing on the planet, except for a few thousand of us who took shelter in underground bunkers across the globe. Now, after thirteen long years, we were finally able to return to the topside to begin to rebuild.
We thought we were alone. We were never more wrong.
Before the fallout, scientists had worked on creating an anti-radiation vaccine (ARV). The first two attempts failed, but despite the incomplete tests and results, the government approved and distributed the third serum to the masses in an effort to aid those who had no shelter.
It worked, keeping those who remained on the topside alive, but it also altered and mutated them. This new and infectious threat had completely outnumbered us. Now, we not only had to rebuild our planet. We would have to fight for it.
My name is Abigail Park. I’m seventeen, and this is my story.

My family is what keeps my heart beating, and my world a happy place to be.

I love reading great books that whisk me away from reality, even if for a little while. :) Writing is my passion. I love creating new worlds and new characters, and taking wondrous adventures with them.

In My Dreams & Hidden Wings were both recently published through Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. Descent (A Hidden Wings novella) will be released May 15, 2013, and Broken Wings (Book 2 in the Hidden Wings Series) will be released June 1, 2013.

One day I will find my magic wardrobe, and ride away on my magical unicorn... ♥ Until then... I'll keep writing! ;)



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Cameo Renae and Timid Monster have teamed up to bring you the thrilling story of Abigail Park, as she learns how to cope and survive in a new world where radiation is a daily threat, and mutants are on the warpath. This Sci-fi film is currently raising funds on Kickstarter. Timid Monster, an award-winning film maker, will film ARV-3 with help of some of the industry’s leading professionals!


The good news is, you can be part of this this exciting collaborative venture!

Your contribution, as little as it may be, can help bring this to life. As a bonus for your pledge, you'll receive awesome perks, which you can read about on the Kickstarter project page. There's just one tiny problem: They are on a time limit! All pledges - totaling $7500 - for the project must be in no later than April 17, 2014 (12:45 PM CST).

I encourage you to check out the teaser trailer below, and then make your way to the Kickstarter project page.

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