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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Jude by Kathy Coopmans

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Blurb
Jude
I faked my way long enough by keeping my mouth shut, painting a fake smile on my face and focusing hard on my job.
I quit going out to find that random piece of ass.
Not a one of them would stand up to her anyway.
She hates me, loathes me even.
Little does Vivian Shepard know I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than she will ever begin to imagine to get her to change her mind, to get my chance.
I’m not giving up.
I want her, and by God, I’ll fight as dirty as I can get to have her.
No matter what!
Vivian
Of course, I knew it was a one- night stand.
It’s was the perfect night before all hell broke loose to be quite honest.
Drinking, talking and flirting.
One I relished in as I tried to gravitate my mind back to solid ground after soaring so high I could feel the rush of flying.
My stomach dipped, my heart fluttered, and my toes curled inward and then I splattered to the hard surface of the ground.
Jude Westbrooke opened his big fat mouth.
He ruined it, ruined me, ruined it all.
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“We need to talk.” I finally manage to pull away from her. My eyes are diverting from her mouth to her soaked t-shirt. “Fuck,” I snarl. Her pink nipples are standing out against the wet fabric, which is white and very thin. My gaze darkens the further south it goes, down to her tiny little pink and white shorts that are saturated. Rivulets of water are dripping down her long, toned legs, dripping off her silky skin to mix with the giant puddle on the floor.
“You look absolutely beautiful, Red.”
“What in the hell are you doing here, Jude? It’s a monsoon out there. And what gives you the right to barge into my house and attack me like that, anyway? Have you lost your mind?” She shoves me back a step and climbs off the counter, nearly falling on her ass in the process. Slippery when wet, baby! The spell is broken.
“I didn’t lose my mind. You fucking stole it. I can’t stop thinking about you, and no matter what you try and say, I know damn well you don’t want me to. So we are talking, goddamn it!” I yell.
“Well, that sure didn’t sound like talking to me. And take your mind back. I don’t want it.” Liar.
“No, darling, it wasn’t talking. What that was, was several months of pent-up frustration over wanting more of what you gave me the night we met. What that was, was me telling you that I’m not a man who walks away from something he knows is rare. You want to give me my mind back, then let me give you something more to stew about in that pretty head of yours. You are so full of shit if you think for one second I’m buying the piss-ass excuse that you don’t want me. And before your head gets all rattled and you start spewing more of your shit, I’m not talking about sex, Vivian. I’m talking about you. The woman I know is in there, but is too fucking stubborn to let the best side of her out. I want that woman. The woman I met before I fucked shit up. The woman I want to ask out on a date. So, you know what? I’m here to tell you that once you decide to let that woman emerge, you give me a call.”
I turn to leave and grab the door handle. I’m so fucking mad she isn’t trying to stop me like she should that I could spit nails into this door. Hammer this goddamn thing shut.
“I’m telling you right the hell now, Vivian, that if you don’t call me, then you are wasting what I know for a goddamn fact would be the greatest gift given to me, which is you.”
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About the Author:
Kathy Coopmans
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USA TODAY Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.
After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.
She now writes full time.
She's a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.
She's a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!
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~Blog Tour~The Butterfly Project by Emma Scott



Title: The Butterfly Project
Author: Emma Scott
Release Date: Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Tagline: "Where you are is home..."

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The Butterfly Project Blurb:
"Where you are is home..."
At age fourteen, Zelda Rossi witnessed the unthinkable, and has spent the last ten years
hardening her heart against the guilt and grief. She channels her pain into her art: a dystopian
graphic novel where vigilantes travel back in time to stop heinous crimes—like child
abduction—before they happen. 
Zelda pitches her graphic novel to several big-time comic book
publishers in New York City, only to have her hopes crash and burn. Circumstances leave her
stranded in an unfamiliar city, and in an embarrassing moment of weakness, she meets a guarded
young man with a past he’d do anything to change...
Beckett Copeland spent two years in prison for armed robbery, and is now struggling to keep his
head above water. A bike messenger by day, he speeds around New York City, riding fast and
hard but going nowhere, his criminal record holding him back almost as much as the guilt of his
crime.
Zelda and Beckett form a grudging alliance of survival, and in between their stubborn clash of
wills, they slowly begin to provide each other with the warmth of forgiveness, healing, and
maybe even love. But when Zelda and Beckett come face to face with their pasts, they must
choose to hold on to the guilt and regret that bind them, or let go and open their hearts for a shot
at happiness.
The Butterfly Project is a novel that reveals the power of forgiveness, and how even the smallest 
decisions of the heart can—like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings—create currents that strengthen
into gale winds, altering the course of a life forever.
The Butterfly Project Excerpt:
“Why do you stay if it’s so hard to live here?” I asked.
Beckett took a drag from his cigarette, as if he were buying time before answering.
“Brooklyn, born and raised,” he said finally, still not looking at me. “Where else would I go
anyway? Different city, same struggle.” He finally brought his gaze to mine. “So you’re getting
out?”
“On the bus, tomorrow,” I said. “I can’t stay. I was here for a job interview—sort of—and it fell
through.”
“What was the job?”
“You’ll think it’s stupid.”
“Yeah, I probably will.” His smile was dry.
I laughed a little. “Smartass. I draw graphic novels.”
He stared at me blankly.
“Long-form comic books that tell one continuous story,” I said.
“Like The Walking Dead?”
“Exactly. I have one mocked up and I came here to pitch it to a few publishers. They all rejected
me. Well, one half-rejected me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t stay in the city long enough to make
any changes, and I wouldn’t know what changes to make if I could.”
Beckett studied the cigarette between his fingers. “Why can’t you stay?”
“Where do I start?” I ground out my cigarette under my boot heel. “My poor planning? My
dwindling funds? The fact I was robbed today? Or that I was naively hopeful the publishers
would adore my work and sign me on the spot? Take your pick.”
Beckett shook his head, his mouth turned down in his grimace. “Wait, go back. You were
robbed?”
I nodded and waved away the last of the smoke, wishing my failure could be as easily dissipated.
“I came here like a wide-eyed twit with a dream, and I crashed and burned.”
“You tried. That’s more than most people do.”
“Tried and failed.”
“So try again.”
“I wish,” I said, letting my gaze roam over the dingy back alley. “I feel like I’m so close to
breaking through. That last publisher gave me some hope. If I could pull a few weeks out of my
ass, I’d have a chance. But it’s impossible. I have to go back to Nevada.”
“You don’t have friends or family nearby?”
Yes, and only two hours by train.
“No,” I said, and decided I’d said enough to a total stranger. The last thing I needed was the
terrible homesickness to well up again. I stood and brushed off the ass of my pants. “Anyway, it
is what it is. Thanks for the smoke.”
“Were you hurt?”
I turned, glanced down at Beckett. “What?”
“You said you were robbed,” he said, his voice low, his eyes holding mine as if he were forcing
himself to hear this. “Did they hurt you?”
“No, I… No. I wasn’t there. It was a break-in.”
He leaned against the wall and his sigh plumed out in front of him in the cold air. It sounded
relieved. “I’m sorry, Zelda.”
I frowned. “Not your fault. Like I said, the city kicked my ass. The sooner I get the hell out of
here, the better for
all involved.”
Beckett ground out his smoke and got to his feet. He was at least six-two, yet it didn’t feel
imposing to stand in his shadow. It felt…
Safe. I feel safe with him.
“Do you know how to get back to wherever you’re staying?” he asked.
“The same way I got here, only in reverse,” I said, covering my unsettling thoughts with
sarcasm.
Because that was safe for me.
Emma Scott never ceases to amaze me 
with her stories and her words. 
The Butterfly Project is no exception. 
I'm speechless! 
I'm also filled with so much love and appreciation for her talent and her brilliant mind to come up with a story like TBP.

Emma Scott knows how to paint 
a vivid picture. 
Every word,sentence took on a life 
of its own and created magic 
and I was spellbound. 
Her use of words 
is like a stroke of a paintbrush. 
It feels effortless 
and in that one stroke
 emotions come pouring out 
from every single word of hers. 
It was intense when a single sentence or word would just hit me
 and I was either fighting back tears or smiling like crazy. 
I love that about her words. 
They hit me when I least expect it 
and they hit me hard. 
Here with TBP it was the whole concept that hit my heart and soul to the core.
 What Emma Scott created with TBP is a story about life changing events and how a person or an act of kindness can maybe change that person's life for the better. 
The story is about forgiveness, 
acceptance 
and change. 
I love a story within a story that has a deeper meaning and with Zelda's comic book graphics and her story 
that's exactly what I got. 
It was brilliant 
thought out and 
executed to perfection. 

The characters Zelda and Beckett were phenomenal. 
As flawed as they were because of tragic events from their past and they still had their humanity. 
They were both deeply affected by their pasts 
but never let that define them. 
I loved how their personalities broke through. 
An act of kindness like giving some change to a homeless man or giving food to your neighbors is huge gesture when you think of today's society. 
But for Beckett it's nothing. 
That's just who he is as a person. 
Again, I like to think there's also a deeper meaning to his actions. 
His existence prior to meeting Zelda was trivial and his everyday life monotonously boring. 
Zelda and her generous and kind heart and personality soon changed that and vice versa. 
She brought color and life to Beckett's black and gray existence and 
he brought and became safety
 to Zelda's world.
Their union was intoxicating 
and had such a profound impact 
on them both. 
Their friendship was 
fantastically well developed. 
How it and their journey progressed 
to more was flawlessly executed.

It's no secret that I'm a huge admirer and fan of Emma Scott. 
She challenges me with her stories and her words. 
The Butterfly Project is another unique gem not to be missed. 
I strongly recommend it. 

As Zelda says:
 "One small look, 
one smile or one word 
could alter the course of a life forever".

This is truly what The Butterfly Project is all about. 
TBP will stay with me for a very long time if not forever 
when I hear the title or look at this
magnificent cover.

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Author Bio:
Emma Scott writes romances with flawed characters, characters with artistic hearts: builders,
poets, and writers of various makes and models. Emma loves to write book lovers; those who
have found refuge, companionship, and escape in books, much as we all do in real life. She digs
realism, honesty, authenticity in storytelling. She also loves to write about enduring love, souldeep
love, in as real a setting as possible, but with big smooshy HEAs. Emma believes in
diversity, open-mindedness, and inclusion. She adores sweetness mixed with steam, love
conquering all, and above all, hope. Love always wins.

Where to find Emma:
Twitter: @EmmaS_writes
Instagram: @EmmaScottWrites

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Monday, February 20, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ - Lost in Between by K.L. Kreig




Title: Lost in Between
Series: Finding Me #1
Author: K.L. Kreig
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2017



Blurb

We all have one.

A price.

That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.

Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.

What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.

What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.

I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.






I'm sorry, why hasn't this been made into an academy award winning motion picture;
because it drips sexual desire and oozes sin and ultimate betrayal? 
Ohhh ya I know, because movies never actually capture everything a book portrays. Would they pick up on the sexual tension and angst between Willow and Shaw Absolutely, But they would miss all the little gestures and pieces to the back story that melds those two so perfectly together.  When I read the sneak peak in the Alphas & Fairytales A New Year's Anthology, 
I had no idea what I was in for!!!  
I am plenty versed in all Kreig''s contemporary romance novels and the woman fucking WOW'S me every time!
 Just when I think she can't 
possibly out do the last time,  
she Amazingly knocks me on my Ass 
and steals a piece of my heart and soul!  Shaw and Willow are damaged.  
Forever opposing the 
Electric Magnetic force 
field between them!  
Until they completely com bust 
into a million tingling pieces!  

You.Will.Feel.Everything.As They.Do. 

It will be calculated and spontaneous at the same time it's indescribable 
just like their "Relationship". 
This story will consume you and even though when you reach the end their story will be far from over; you will be as addicted 
and captivated and invested with 
the story as they are with each other!  
5 Stars don't even begin 
to give a proper rating!
  
Is it FUCKIN May yet? 

Bring on Found Underneath!!!!

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Author Bio

As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.

Outside of writing, I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).



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