Sunday, November 30, 2014

Featured Author: Railyn Stone

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Railyn Stone!!!!

 The Christmas Tree Guyby Railyn Stone
Sydnee Garrett has a lot on her to-do list. Wrangle her young and rambunctious twin boys. Check. Get her life back in order since her husband decided to leave her for a much younger woman. Check. And buy a Christmas tree. Check. What she wasn’t expecting was adding one more thing to her list. A young, sexy personal trainer. Check. Quinn Masters is a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t take no for an answer. He isn’t fazed by age or race differences and he does everything in his power to win Sydnee over. Will Sydnee continue to fight for her orderly life or welcome in the chaos that’s threatening to change her entire world?

About Railyn Stone:
Writing since she could pick up a pen, Railyn Stone hails from the Tar Heel State and is a romantic at heart. She believes you can find romance in the simplest aspects of life and enjoys letting her imagination run wild. Trying new restaurants, listening to music, playing golf and writing stories about ordinary people are the hobbies she cherishes most.


Blog Tour for Forgotten Promises by Elle Brooks

Saying “I Promise” is the easiest thing to do, its just two tiny words. 
No one warned me of the weight they hold, that they not only have the power 
to make something, to give hope, or show devotion. 
They can destroy everything, cause so much hurt, ruin lives. 
Every promise holds a toll, if I had known what mine would cost me, 
I would have walked away. 
Now I have to pay the price, watch the consequences of my actions unfold. Witnessing someone I love crumble after breaking my oath 
isn’t the hardest thing I’ve endured, 
it's being forgotten by the one person that I could never forget.

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Review by Gia:
Forgotten Promises is book two in the Promises series.   You must read Promises Hurt first.   I had to do a quick review of Promises Hurt to catch up to where Forgotten Promises starts.  Forgotten Promises picks up where the cliffhanger in Promises Hurt left us.

The prologue threw me for a loop and I thought the book might be going in a different direction.  After reading the prologue, I couldn't put the book down, I had to know what happened.   Elle Brooks definitely keeps you guessing what will happen next.  

Blair and Ethan have some major obstacles to overcome in this one.  I didn't think it was possible but I loved Ethan even more in this one.    Ethan and Blair's story is an emotional read but it well worth the ride.

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4 Amazeballs Stars!!! 

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I wasn't planning on falling for Ethan Jamison, hell I wasn't planning on our paths ever crossing. He’s the most popular guy at school and a complete player. Me; I’m the perpetual good girl, trying to carry out one last request. But when you make a promise, how far do you go to see it through? 

~ Blair

It’s a running joke that I’m a terrible liar, if only people knew the truth. My whole life has been spent making excuses and deflecting questions. I was pretty good at it until Blair Thomas entered my world. She saw through the mask that everyone is so willing to accept. She makes me want to tell her all my secrets, but can she promise to keep them?

~ Ethan

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Release Day for Strip Back by Ava Manello

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Title: Strip Back
Series: Naked Nights #0.5
Author: Ava Manello
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Strip Back brings you back to how the Naked Night's began. This is Eric's story. Back when life was a little less polished, and a whole lot harder.

Before there was Strip Teaser, there was Eric; manager and founder of the Naked Night’s male stripper troupe.

You wouldn’t think you’d be past it at 34, but that’s the position Eric found himself in, as well as newly single after finding his girlfriend in a compromising position.

Setting up the Naked Night’s wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t without sleaze, but somehow he did it.

Strip Back is a humorous and steamy tale of one man’s journey to fulfill a dream. Not all male strippers are the same.


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Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,

I love erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.

I'm a mother, but most of all I'm me!

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

Release Day for Winter Wolf by Rachel M Raithby

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Katalina Winter has been living for eighteen years, with a secret hidden inside of her, a secret not even she knew.
With this secret comes consequences, expectations, one's she's not willing to fulfill; she'll give her heart to whom she wishes, even if he is, a Dark Shadow wolf...
Join Katalina as she navigates her way through this world at war, where the alpha is law, and only the strong survive. You will see the power of true love, and the length's people will go to destroy it.
**Please note this is a YA Stand alone novel, no cliffhangers**


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I've being reading books for as long as I can remember but I never thought about writing until I read Nalini Singh - Slave to sensation which is the first book in her psy-changling series.
At first I just wrote fan fiction until one morning I woke up with a story of my own. Lincoln and Lexia were born! I spent 6 solid months writing and re-writing and now their story is out in the world and I am currently working on the final book Holocaust due 2015.
After the birth of my 3rd child I wrote Winter Wolf a YA Paranormal Novel which is due for Release in November.
I have lived in England, New Zealand and currently live in QLD Australia but to me England will always be home.
I've been a dish washer, Admin assistant, horse groom and now spend my days looking after my 3 children and writing as often as I can.


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Friday, November 28, 2014

Featured Author: G.K. Moore!!!!

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G.K. Moore!!!!

Alessandro is the unwilling heir of a Chicago crime family. Intent on leaving the life set out for him, he decides to run as fast and as far away as possible. His plans crumble when one girl crash lands in his life. He should hate the daughter of his father’s mistress, but it’s near impossible when he finds that they are alike in more ways than one.

Olivia grew up watching men walk in and out of her mother’s life. When one man finally decides to stay, she learns that crime lords don’t leave until someone’s dead. Olivia’s salvation comes from the person she least expects: his son.

Six years later, Olivia and Alessandro are reunited when her life is threatened. If time has proven one thing, it’s that repeating their parents’ mistakes seems inevitable.

In a world where friendship is a luxury and love a death sentence, two unlikely lovers find each other only to be separated by their cruel reality.

Covert is for readers 17+

I stared at the lifeless body on the floor, thinking about the blood seeping into the wood and staining it. It would be impossible to clean. The wooden floorboards would have to be replaced.
The gun I had just fired, fell from my hand. The clattering noise it made as it hit the ground startled me out of my skin. The sight of the gun, lying in a puddle of blood, and the metallic scent invading my senses made me tremble. Maybe I was going into shock. My mind raced, trying to figure out what I should do next, but I couldn’t think of anything.
Other than calling him.
After six years, I had truly believed I was free from my past. I had been sure he would never be a part of my life again. After all, he had made that choice. But with a bleeding body on my floor, it seemed that facing him would be inevitable.
I took a slow step back, away from the blood pooling near my feet, only to stumble over my purse that still lay where I had left it when I entered my apartment. Keys, my chipped powder compact, three nickels and a quarter, an uncapped pen I’d borrowed from the bank, and my phone skidded out across the floor. Entranced, I watched as my pink lipstick tube rolled over to the door. The sudden urge to cry, and scream, welled up in my throat. I sank to my knees and reached for my phone—it had fallen near the couch. I cringed at the sight of the dark blotches on the couch’s white fabric. In the daylight, they would be splashes of deep, sticky red. I swallowed the lump in my throat, picked up my phone, and scrolled down the contact list. My thumb hovered over the word ‘HIM’.
I hesitated.
Swallowed again.
Then, I pressed the dial button. It rang once.
“What’s wrong?” he answered on the first ring.
I whimpered at the sound of his smoothly calm voice—a voice that had haunted me for years. I briefly listened to his breathing, wondering how he knew that I needed him. I shook my head and bit back a dejected laugh. Of course he knew. I wouldn’t be calling unless it was a matter of life or death.
“Someone was here,” I whispered, as if not to startle the corpse. My voice sounded raspy, and thick with unshed tears. For the most part, up until this point, I had actually impressed myself by not freaking out. Now my well-crafted façade was cracking. I could hear his breathing quicken slightly.
“Are you all right?”
I soaked in the alarm in his voice, letting it wrap me up like a balm to a sting. I closed my eyes, and willed my voice to sound firm. “You need to send a crew,” I said.
“Fuck… cleaners?” he asked letting out a heavy breath.
I nodded. After a moment, I realized I hadn’t actually answered. “Yes, I’m in Chicago… in my apartment on the corner of—”
“I know where you live. Sit tight. Tiny will be there in no time—”
I hung up, not strong enough to listen to his voice any longer. Sitting on the floor, I dropped the phone in another loud clatter, and brought my knees to my chest. I wasn’t startled or even fully conscious of the continuous vibrating of my phone. It just danced in the dark, dangerously close to the pool of blood. I watched it, lost in thought of how naïve I’d been. I should’ve known the past would catch up to me—he would always catch up with me.
Closing my eyes, I let a sliver of happiness creep up inside.
I would see Tiny again.
The happiness lasted just until I remembered why I would see him again and was replaced by a sharp pain in my chest. I looked over at the dead body once more and shivered, the sickeningly sweet metallic scent of blood churned my stomach. It was unbearable. I started dry heaving uncontrollably and leaned on my hands for support. I hadn’t eaten all day so there was nothing my body could purge itself of, save for the acid burning the back of my throat.
When the dry heaving stopped, I sat back and wrapped my arms around my legs. Leaning my forehead on my arms, I made myself breathe through my mouth. I didn’t want to smell it anymore. And, I was pretty good at convincing myself if I couldn’t see or smell it, it didn’t exist. So, I sat there, rocking myself in the dark, repeating four words like a mantra.
He can fix this.
It might have been a few minutes, or hours, before I heard the front door creak open. Although I was in plain sight, I couldn’t make myself move from my position. The door opened, but I didn’t raise my head. I heard several pairs of footsteps treading the floor almost imperceptibly as they invaded my home.
“Clear,” several voices said at the same time.
“Stand guard. We’re coming down in a few,” Tiny’s deep voice called out from the door. The men moved around, while Tiny approached me. He took a couple of steps and came to an abrupt stop.
“You left the door unlocked.” His tone was harsh, accusatory.
Truthfully, I hadn’t even considered the possibility that someone else might come to finish the job.
I could sense Tiny’s stare on me. After a moment, he spoke.
“Fuck,” he said.
I looked up to him now, but I knew he was looking at the man beside me. I followed his gaze and then averted my eyes. I sniffled, not realizing until then that I had been crying. Straining, I fixed my eyes on Tiny’s perfectly polished patent leather shoes that shone even in the dark.
“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling down in front of me. His words had an almost affectionate undertone, something rare for him.
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. Was I okay? Hardly. No. I raised my eyes to his. I unlocked my arms, and wiped my tear-stained face with my hands.
He frowned.
“I’m fine,” I said before nodding towards the body. “But that’s going to leave a stain.”
Tiny chuckled, and shook his head lightly.
I couldn’t help the slight upward curling of my lips, despite the horror I just went through. I had lived by so many rules, for so many years that even now, as an adult, I couldn’t help the impulse to follow them. Everything needed to be clean and in perfect order. I shouldn’t be too loud. Speak too much. Attract any attention.
And, I certainly shouldn’t have a dead body on my floor.
“Come on, Lou. Let’s get you out of here,” he said as he took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
I frowned. No one had called me Lou in years, these days I went by Livi.
I didn’t fight him; I needed to get out of there. “My purse,” I said, looking down at the black leather bag whose contents were still spilled all over the floor. It was truly absurd to worry about something so trivial after all that had just happened, but old habits died hard. Really hard. And that was my favorite lipstick.
“I’ll take care of it,” Tiny said. He placed his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me gently towards the door.
I suddenly panicked.
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
“We need to go, now.” Tiny pushed again, urging me to move, but my feet remained glued in place.
“I-I can’t leave like this, I have to pick up my things,” I said turning around. My eyes watered at the sight of the mess in front of us.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tiny said, now grabbing my arm. I shook my head again and tried to pull out of his grasp, but he didn’t let go.
“I need to clean up, I’ll probably have to bleach the—”
“Lou!” Tiny said while grasping my shoulders and forcefully turning me to look at him. “Snap out of it.”
That’s when I freaked out.
My whole body started trembling uncontrollably and my breathing hitched. I chewed the inside of my cheek to try to stop myself from crying, but when I bit too hard and tasted the metallic tang of blood, my tears spilled over. A sob escaped me. I covered my mouth with me hands, startled by my reaction.
“Damn it,” Tiny said, shaking me slightly. “You need to calm down.”
I closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly, ignoring the taste in my mouth. When I felt in control again, I opened my eyes.
“Are you good?” Tiny asked. I nodded. He looked at me doubtfully, so I wiped my face and breathed in deeply again before answering.
“I’m good,” I said.
“Okay, then let’s get you the fuck out of here.”
This time when he guided me, I followed his lead. A man stood guard at the door, but I hardly looked at him. I just saw the bloody mess everywhere. Thankfully, Tiny helped me down the two flights of stairs otherwise I would have crumbled. He stepped outside first, his body tense, prepared to attack any other assassin. Then, he turned back to me and waved me forward.
Slowly, I stepped into the cold night.
Another man in a black suit stood just outside the entrance. There were four black SUVs with tinted windows parked in front of us with men standing guard in front of them. They had come like an army intent on making a statement—Don’t fuck with us.
The sight of them brought back my most painful memories. I hesitated, but Tiny pushed me forward. He walked with purpose, hovering over me.
With Tiny, there was never time for uncertainty. He opened the door and carefully, but firmly, helped me inside the car. The driver stood beside his own door, intently scanning the surroundings, and looked up at Tiny’s approach.
“I gotta go clean up. Liam will follow you,” Tiny said to the driver. Turning towards me, he added, “Tate will take care of you.”
“Where is he taking me?” I asked before he could shut the door. Noticing the panic in my own voice, my eyes glazed over in shame; I didn’t want him to see how scared I was of his answer.
The way he said it left no room for arguing. Still, I opened my mouth.
“This is not up for discussion,” Tiny said.
I nodded, resigned, as he closed the door behind me.
Tate started the car. I didn’t know him, and his grave face was not reassuring. He glanced a final time at the rearview mirror, and drove off. I turned around and noticed that one of the other cars was following us. That must have been Liam—whoever that was. I still couldn’t believe Tiny had left me alone with a stranger. His size alone made me nervous, and the fact that he hadn’t spoken to me yet was unnerving. Tate was almost too big for the interior of the car, even though he was still not as large a man as Tiny. The driver’s seat was shoved all the way back, squeezing my legs awkwardly into a twisted, painful position. When I decided to slide over to the other side, Tate broke the silence.
“Keep your head down,” was all he said.
My head snapped up to look at him through the rearview mirror. He didn’t meet my gaze.
“I will, but I need to move because you’re crushing me,” I said through clenched teeth. Tate didn’t react.
I started pulling at the buckle of the seat belt, trying to release it, but my hands trembled too much. I finally let go, defeated by the device.
When I looked back up, I noticed Tate smirking. He was a real charmer. I sighed and decided to stay put and suffer through the numbness in my legs. We finally merged onto the almost deserted I-94 highway. I didn’t want to think about what would happen next, and tried to distract myself from those thoughts by examining Tate. He had broad shoulders and, beneath his suit, I knew he would be all hard muscle. I took in his blond hair and brooding eyes, color unknown in the dark, and startled when I noticed his gaze fixed on mine.
I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at him, and offered a small smile as apology. His eyes narrowed slightly. My heart sped up, though I couldn’t identify the emotion. My brain seemed to freeze in that moment, unable to process any more information.
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out several times, just like my therapist had told me to do when I felt a panic attack coming. Slowly, I calmed myself enough to open them again.
Tate was no longer looking at me.
Relieved, I stared out the window as we sped through the city. My thoughts travelled to the past.
This wasn’t the first time I had killed someone.
Six years ago, I had watched a man bleed out on a cold floor while I cried helplessly. The memory of that night was my own private nightmare; a nightmare I thought would only ever repeat itself in my dreams.
I was wrong.
It was six years ago all over again.

Release Day:
December 2nd 2014

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Meet the Author:

G.K. Moore loves cake, romances with alpha males and happily ever afters. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, stalking friends on Facebook, watching bad reality TV, traveling, torturing her hubby with ideas for new stories or doing all of the above at the same time. Her debut novel, a romantic suspense, is coming out December 2nd and the backdrop is one of her all time favorite cities, Chicago.

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Interview with G.K. Moore:
1. Can you tell us a little about your book?

Covert is a Romantic Suspense and it’s a story that is more than a little complicated. The hero, Alessandro, is the son of a Chicago mob lord and he wants nothing to do with that life. His plan to run away falls apart when his father moves in his mistress and her daughter, Olivia. Under unlikely circumstances, they find friendship and love… And the rest is history as they say.

2. Using one sentence describe Covert?

Covert is a story of love, intrigue, betrayal, crime, and passion.

3. Covert is listed as Book One in the Chicago Angels Series, how many books will be in the series?

For now… my lips are sealed.

4. How do you come up with your character’s names?

Some are names I like or find interesting, but I also do research and go through several possibilities until I find the right ones.

For Covert, I’ve always loved the name Olivia, so that was more or less set from the beginning. The hero’s name was another question. I went through several options until I came up with Alessandro… it just seemed to fit. Some of the supporting characters had different names in the first draft of Covert, but for several reasons they changed during editing.

5. If Covert was made into a movie, who would you cast for Olivia and Alessandro?

Oh this is a difficult question… There are no vampires in Covert, but I can imagine Nina Dobrev and Ian Sommerhalder playing Olivia and Alessandro.

6. What were some of the challenges you faced writing your debut novel?

Alessandro and Olivia took on a life of their own so it was hard to keep up!

7. Do you listen to music while you write?

Yes! I love music and I’ll listen to anything and everything, but there are a few songs that haunted me while writing Covert. Here’s the playlist…

8. What’s your most usual pastime?

I love doing origami, I’m an expert at making cranes and flowers. Our place is full of them!

9. Who’s your favorite book boyfriend?

My first book boyfriend was probably Mr. Darcy and I still have a soft spot for him.

10. What project are you working on now?

Right now, I’m promoting Covert. The release day is coming up very soon, on December 2nd! After that, well… the Chicago Angels Series will continue.