Sunday, August 19, 2018

Release Blitz - Over The Edge by CD Reiss

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“This series grips you by the throat and refuses to let go—and you’ll be begging for more the entire time.” — Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling Author

Over the Edge, the stunning conclusion to the “intensely sexy” and “mind-blowing” Edge Series by New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available now!

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The epic conclusion to the intense and dark Edge Series.
Limits tested.
Boundaries shifted.
Descend into sanity.
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This is Caden and Greyson's final story.
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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Release Blitz - Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight by Sunniva Dee

 

Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight, an all-new Standalone Rock Gods Romance by Sunniva Dee is NOW LIVE!!

   
A legendary drummer. An outrageous music video... and little me blowing his ever-loving mind in it.
Next thing I knew, my anonymity was a thing of the past.
“Clown Irruption’s smash hit goes from hawt to adult!”— Star Report, April Edition.
The uncensored, all-bared footage was leaked. And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did.
“Meet Aishe Xodyar, the vixen who made Troy Armstrong reach Heaven on tape!”—Fan Chicks, May Edition.
I cowered behind enemy lines. Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour. It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations. See, Troy Armstrong was formidable. We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet.
A fragile truce set in between us. Then, a mutual crush. I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl’s.
“Meet Hailey Pawter, secret stalker, fangirl, and dangerously gifted lookalike.”—Tabloid Minute, June Edition.
As Hailey’s web tightened around us, love in the limelight turned from complicated to impossible.

Well hot damn! Troy and Aishe’s story was so worth the wait.  First of all Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight can easily be read as a standalone but I’m so glad I’ve read In Absence Of You and Indiscretions Of a God to get their full history cause boy do Troy and Aishe have history together.

Their history is based on friendship, mistakes and how they were handled from both sides. Aishe is hunted by them and Troy is feeling guilty but they both have so much love for one another. How do they bridge that gap when there’s distrust and hurt feelings between them. Not to mention the Love Fire which is fueling Aishe and her emotions. 

Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight was an entertaining and wonderful story of love, obsession and friendship. I already knew Troy was special since I’ve read the 2 books he and Aishe appeared  in but here he claimed a part of my heart. I think I got a little Love Fire inside too cause Troy was so yummy. All man! In his appearance and his actions. His love for Aishe was everywhere in this book. 
Aishe is an incredible and beautiful Gypsy woman who has captured Troy’s heart but he has most definitely also captured and claimed hers. What made her hesitate and afraid was the Love Fire and the repercussions of it. I felt for her and I understood her hesitation but how they slowly found their way back to one another was written with so much emotion. Just them lying together in bed was deliciously written. I could feel the love and passion between them but most of all the respect and patience from Troy who just wanted to do right by Aishe and erase past mistakes. Here they both stepped up and surprised each other and me.

Their way back to one another wasn’t easy thanks to a girl who worked for the band. It’s been awhile since I’ve been this pissed off because of a character but that goes to show how poignant Sunniva Dee’s writing and storytelling is. I was invested heart and soul in Troy and Aishe’s story and what a fabulous story Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight was. I want my own sexy drummer.
5 Cinnamon Stars  
 

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About Sunniva Dee

 
 So you know I’m a writer. I write literary romances that are full of substance and romance. I tend to write in my head all the time, like when I sleep, breath, pet cats, am forced to make dinner, and even while doing my job as an adviser for students at an art college in the South— I mean…I—I—I write at other times too. I love international flights when they’re delayed and my Mac and I can dive into a bar. There’s nothing better than an hour or two lost (too quickly) in pages I didn’t know were waiting for me. I hate schedules, real life, cross-country skiing, and moodiness not inside of me. Not that I enjoy it in me. I’m just used to it, and it feeds scenes in my books, see? I giggle at everything. I don’t judge easily. People say I’m kind/genuine/shy/stubborn/annoying/aloof/boring, but above it all, I am passionate. A Dragon of the Chinese zodiac and an Aquarius with all-the-air and the brightest color palette. Incidentally, that last fact could be why no one wants to buy the house I’ve got for sale. But mostly, I love to write.  

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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Release Blitz - Blind Kiss by Renee Carlino

      From the national bestselling author of Before We Were Strangers, Swear on this Life, and Wish You Were Here comes a powerful story of two people who spend years denying their scientifically-proven chemistry.
Penny spends her afternoons sitting outside a sandwich shop, surrounded by ghosts. Fourteen years ago, this shop was her childhood dance studio—and she was a dancer on the rise. Now she’s a suburban housewife, dreading the moment her son departs for MIT, leaving her with an impeccably-decorated McMansion and a failing marriage. She had her chance at wild, stars-in-her-eyes happiness, but that was a lifetime ago. After The Kiss. Before The Decision. The Kiss was soulful. Magical. Earth-shattering, And it was all for a free gift card. Asked to participate in a psych study that posed the question, “Can you have sexual chemistry without knowing what the other person looks like?” Penny agreed to be blindfolded, make polite conversation with a total stranger, and kiss him. She never expected The Kiss to change her life forever and introduce her to Gavin: tattooed, gorgeous, and spontaneous enough to ask her out seconds after the blindfolds came off. For a year, they danced between friendship and romance—until Penny made The Decision that forced them to settle for friendship. Now, fourteen years later, both of their lives are about to radically change—and it’s his turn to decide what will become of their once-in-a-lifetime connection.   Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and the bestselling author of Sweet Thing, Nowhere But Here, After the Rain, Before We Were Strangers, Swear on This Life, and Wish You Were Here. She grew up in Southern California and lives in the San Diego area with her husband and two sons. To learn more, visit ReneeCarlino.  

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WE SAT AT the bar of the pub as I continued to stare at him, a mixture of curiosity and fear boiling in my gut. He ordered a beer, and I ordered Chardonnay with beer-cheese pretzels. “That’s different for you.” I usually stuck to salads, an old habit from my dancing days, but I had lost a lot of weight in the past few weeks. “Don’t think you can distract me so easily. Tell me what’s going on. Did you break up with Briel?” He took a long pull from his beer and stared straight ahead. “Don’t be mad, okay?” I stared at him, wordlessly, the fear fully boiling over. And then he dropped the bomb on me. The next few minutes were hazy as Gavin, the bar, and my glass of Chardonnay swam together before my eyes. I tried to reach for the glass but found it suddenly empty. That’s weird. It was full a minute ago. I motioned to the bartender for another, then poured it down my throat in a steady stream. I was breathing fast when I slammed the glass on the bar, shattering my fugue state—and bringing Gavin into sharp relief. I was reeling. “Shit, Penny! Be careful. You almost shattered your glass!” He practically yelled. “You’re moving to fucking France?!” I yelled back. The bartender jerked his head toward the door, and within minutes Gavin was forcibly dragging me out of the bar by the arm. I slipped out of his grip and stood in the middle of the parking lot, seething, very much drunk, and fully freaking out. “So, do you love her?” “Briel? What kind of question is that?” “Just answer me.” “Fuck, Penny. That’s not what this is about. I don’t really have a choice here, though, do I?” “You always have a choice.” He glared at me. “That’s fucking rich, coming from you.” I shook my head vigorously. “Totally different situation.” “Like hell it was.” “When do you leave?” “In two days.” “WHAT?!” He ran up and shook me by the shoulders. “Jesus, if I knew you were gonna take it like this, I wouldn’t have told you in public. Pull yourself together.” I screamed at the top of my lungs and then made a guttural sound as I hunched over and held my stomach. “First Milo, now you?” “Don’t you put that on me. I’m not the reason why you’re about to be alone and unhappy.” “Fuck you, Gavin!” “Fuck you, Penny!” He didn’t turn around—he just stormed off in typical Gavin fashion: petulant, recalcitrant, and a total shithead. People in the parking lot were gawking, appalled, covering their children’s ears. But no one made a move to leave. When Gavin and I got like this, we were like a car wreck by the side of the road, impossible to look away from. Gavin slid into his ’67 Chevelle and fired up the engine. I hated that car because he loved it so much. It had a black leather interior, a flawless paint job, and tinted windows, like it belonged to some kind of celebrity—which Gavin definitely wasn’t. It was his only possession worth a dime, besides his garage, a few guitars, and a Zippo lighter he swore River Phoenix had given to him at the Viper Room the night of his death. I ran to the exit and stood in the middle of the lane, daring him to run me over as he ripped out of his parking spot and raced around the corner toward the exit. “We’re not done talking, you coward!” He slowed but let the car idle while he revved the engine. “I dare you!” I yelled. He stuck his head out the window, leaned his tattooed arm against the door, and actually grinned at me. So smug. What a dick. “You look ridiculous standing there. Get out of the way!” I walked toward his window and noticed that his demeanor had completely softened. There was even humor in his expression. He wanted me to block him, and he knew I would. “Can’t you have a proper fight without running away?” “You were lecturing me, yet again. I have a mother, thank you. You have a child you can order around . . . and a husband you can control. I don’t need your shit, okay? Don’t you realize that I’m freaking out, too? I’m going through the hardest time of my life, and you’re making this all about you.” “You’ve been going through the hardest time of your life for the whole fourteen years I’ve known you.” “And as my friend, do you think you’re helping my situation right now?” he spat back, his mood shifting once again. “Don’t even. Don’t you dare act like I haven’t been a good friend to you. You’ve put me in the most awkward situations, you’ve bolted on me, you’ve stopped speaking to me for weeks at a time, but still . . . I make myself available to you. I’ve been here for you, always. And now you’re moving thousands of miles away when I need you most?” He shook his head slowly. “That’s right, Penny. You have been here. You’ve been right by my side, lecturing me, rolling your eyes at me, pressuring me to get serious about Briel, all so I could go and fuck up my life even more while you sit in your nice house, with your KitchenAid mixer, your Oracle espresso machine, and your fucking yellow Lab.” “Don’t talk about Buckley that way! He’s a good dog. And you love our espresso machine.” Gavin’s lips turned up at the corners. “You’re so messed up, Penny. You definitely have a chemical imbalance.” I pointed to my chest, shocked. “Me? Look who’s talking? Please, pull into a parking space. I don’t want to stand here anymore, making a spectacle of myself. Some parent from Milo’s school is probably watching this whole thing. There’ll be whispers at the next PTA meeting. Is that what you want for me?” “Don’t pretend like you go to PTA meetings. And look around; everyone’s gone. It’s just us.” He was right. The parking lot had cleared out. Gavin was sitting in his idling car while I was standing outside his window like a moron. “I resent you for saying I pushed Briel on you. And yes, for your information, I do go to PTA meetings.” “You encouraged me to go out with her, then you needled me about it until I finally did.” “You were horribly depressed! I thought you were gonna jump off a bridge. I told you to go out with her and to have some fun. She’s a nice girl. I didn’t say turn your life upside down, pack up, and run away with a foreigner! You’re thirty-six-years old, Gavin. I think it’s time you grew up.” I shook my head. “God, I can’t believe you.” He jerked his head back and squinted. “Great band but not totally PC to call someone a foreigner, Penny.” His voice was low. “Are you going to become a French citizen now, too? You better brush up on your French.” “Everyone speaks English there.” “No, they don’t! People always say that, but you’ll see. They might be able to communicate to a degree, but it’s not conversational English.” Why am I still standing here, screaming about French people? I needed to tie this conversation up in a pretty little bow. I needed closure. I couldn’t say good-bye to my best friend without it. He was leaving, going to France to chase a girlfriend I knew he didn’t love. I was losing him. And it was my fault. We couldn’t leave each other angry. “I’ll figure it out,” he said. “Try not to make me feel worse about my situation, though I know that’s hard for you.” “Your situation? It’s always your situation. What about my situation?” He just stared at me. He was hurting; I could tell. But I was hurting, too. “Listen—” “What?” “Don’t interrupt me.” I cleared my throat. “Gavin . . . it’s just . . . I’m going to fucking miss you, okay? I’m having a hard time right now, and life is about to get a whole lot harder the second you leave.” I started to cry. He hated it when I cried, but he didn’t ask me, “Why are you crying?” He never had to ask. He took a deep breath in through his nose, then released it forcefully in a burst of frustration. A second later his car stalled. He put it in gear, got out, and swooped me up in a bear hug. “Penny, Penny, Penny . . . my crazy girl,” he said as he rubbed my back. I was wiping my snot-covered nose on his black T-shirt and he didn’t care one bit. He held me for a long time. When he started to release me, I said, “It’s not enough.” He picked me up again and squeezed me harder. Tucking his face into my neck, he said, “It’ll never be enough.” “Why?” I said, fully bawling against his shoulder. He brushed a strand of my hair, damp with tears, behind my ear. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to be with your family now.” I felt the lump in my throat growing. “You don’t have to constantly remind me that I have a family. I love my family. But you’re a part of it, too, and that’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m fucking crying in the parking lot in front of Bank of America.” He pulled away and we stood there, two feet apart, staring at each other, as if we were committing each other to memory. Allowing one another to really look at and take the other person in, stripped down to our bones, without scrutiny. “Is this it?” I asked. “This is it, P.” I shook my head, leaned up on my toes, and wrapped my arms around him. We hugged again for a long time before he got into his car. I tried to hold on to the feeling of having him in my arms, or maybe I was trying to hold on to the feeling of being held in his. He started the engine as I stood there, waiting for him to leave. “We’ll talk on the phone or email or something, okay?” “Okay,” I told him. He swallowed nervously. Looking up at me from the car window, he said, “I wish it were you, Penny.” That was my bow. He knew I needed it, good or bad—no matter what feelings it shook loose from our long and complicated history together.
         
Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and bestselling author of contemporary women's novels and new adult fiction. Her books have been featured in national publications, including USA TODAY, Huffington Post, Latina magazine, and Publisher's Weekly. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she's not at the beach with her boys or working on her next project, she likes to spend her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate. Learn more at www.reneecarlino.com   FACEBOOK WEBSITE

Teaser/Excerpt Blast - Harsh by Debra Doxer

Check out this gorgeous teaser and excerpt for HARSH by Debra Doxer! Do NOT miss this hot new adult romance!


HARSH by Debra Doxer
A Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release day: September 4, 2018

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Blurb:
Each day dies with night, and every dream fades in the morning. 

That’s what Vincent Rossi knows. His life has been one tough break after another. Even when good things happen, they get destroyed because that’s how the universe works. It gives and it takes, but it mostly takes.
No matter how terrible today is, there’s always the promise of tomorrow.

That’s what Annalise Cantana knows. She’s experienced tragedy and triumph in her life. The tragedy happened to her. It was beyond her control. The triumph is her spirit, which, despite the odds, remains unbroken.

When this cynical man is hired to protect the woman who refuses to dwell on the negative, their lives become intertwined. Like opposing forces, Vincent and Annalise repel and attract until he is unable to resist the light she brings to each day. She thaws the ice in his veins and makes him smile. She cares about him in a way he doesn’t deserve.

But hidden beneath the closeness building between them lies a secret that could extinguish that light forever. It would devastate Annalise if she found out, and would unravel the hope Vincent finally dares to embrace.

In the end, he must make an impossible choice: hold tight to the first glimmer of happiness in his life, or forsake it all to save her and watch another dream turn to dust.

EXCERPT:
When I got out of the shower, I took my time brushing out my hair. Then I examined my knee, determined it was nothing worse than a bruise, pulled on my robe, and walked out to find Vincent sitting on the couch, looking like he wanted to murder me. My gaze swung from him to the door, which was closed, and the chain lying broken on the carpet.

“You broke in?”

“I used my key. Had to break the chain, though.”

“You have a key to my apartment?”

Vincent stood and stalked toward me. I stumbled back, and he caught me by the front of my robe, gripping it in his hand.

“You think this is a fucking joke?” He growled the question.

“No.”

“Then what? You like playing games?”

“I’m not playing games.” I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his hold.

“Then what is your fucking problem? I’m trying to protect you, and you lock me out in the hallway?”

“You’re my problem. I was scared, and when I tried to talk to you, you acted like I wasn’t even in the room. If I’m going to feel like I’m alone, I might as well be alone.”

Vincent looked at me as though he were seeing me for the first time today. We were both worked up, breathing hard, our faces only inches apart. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and as he stared at me, the fire in his eyes flickered into something else. Remorse. Understanding.

“You’re not alone,” he said, his eyes holding me there, pinning me in place just as firmly as his hand gripping my robe.

As my anger faded, I became all too aware of his closeness. I could feel the heat coming off his body and smell the clean scent of his skin. His eyes searched mine, moving back and forth with a sheen of confusion, like he was caught up in a spell and didn’t know how to break it.

Then he leaned in closer, and my breathing hitched. I looked at his lips, so full and soft. When he licked them, my heart quivered in my chest. He wanted to kiss me. I felt it too strongly to be wrong. I wanted to kiss him too, and I longed for him to touch me.

His hand on my robe was so close to my skin. He only had to move the slightest bit and his fingers would brush the top of my breast. I imagined his hands on me, smoothing over my skin, and my core pulsed with desire. He moved even closer and I pulled in a quick breath of anticipation, but then his grip loosened and the heat coming off him disappeared.

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Debra Doxer was born in Boston, and other than a few lost years in the California sunshine, she has always resided in the Boston area. She writes fiction, technical software documents, illegible scribbles on sticky notes, and texts that get mangled by AutoCorrect. She writes for a living, and she writes for fun. When not writing, she’s a chauffeur, cook, maid, therapist, nurse, tutor, and stylist to a feisty little girl who wants to know why she can’t read Mommy’s books until she’s much, much older.

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