Thursday, September 4, 2014

MOLLYWOOD by L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace♥COVER REVEAL

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Title: Mollywood(Carved Hearts #2)
Authors: L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 27, 2014
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Synopsis
"A good chef can throw seemingly random ingredients into a pot and create something delicious. On rare occasions, fate does the same thing with hearts. With the right combination of elements at just the right time, a couple can fall head over heels in love. That being said, blending two lives can get messier than any kitchen and also a hell of a lot harder to clean up."


Molly's food truck took Austin by storm, and she's got more prospects than she knows what to do with. Her crazy ex is out of the picture, and she's moved in with her gorgeous boyfriend, Joe. She and Joe rarely see one another, and when they do, their time is squandered arguing. Molly's anxious to break this cycle because the tension between them is literally making her sick.

After years alone and shattered, Molly has reawakened a part of Joe that he was sure couldn't be revived. He's terrified of losing her, but their combined baggage makes every step forward seem littered with landmines. Molly's more than worth the fight, but she shouldn't be the one he's constantly battling. A master carpenter by trade, Joe has restored countless treasures which seemed beyond repair. He's determined that he and Molly won't be the exception.


Fate kicks in the door and rocks them to their very foundation. Boundaries are tested, tears shed, and Molly and Joe will question everything they think they know about themselves and each other.
About The Authors
LG Pace
L.G.Pace III has spent several decades pouring creative energy into other things besides writing. He began his current journey by telling his two daughters bedtime stories about a magical realm and a hero named Terel. Though that story is still sitting unfinished in the electronic universe he has managed to bring two other stories out of the dark maelstrom of his mind for others to enjoy.
He dwells in the great state of Texas with his wife, novelist Michelle Pace and their children.
Michelle Pace
Michelle Pace lives in north Texas with her husband, Les, who is also a novelist. An Iowan native, she is the mother of two lovely daughters, Holly and Bridgette, and one uber-charismatic son, Kai. A former singer and actress, Michelle has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer.
Other titles by Michelle Pace
Fury (Sound Wave Series #1)
Rage (Sound Wave Series #2)
The Perpetual Quest for the Perfect Life (Jefferson Point #1)
Something’s Come Up
Crazy Love
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EVERYTHING I NEED by Stacey Mosteller ♥ RELEASE BLITZ

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Title: Everything I Need (Nashville Nights, #3)
Author: Stacey Mosteller
Release Date: September 4. 2014
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Synopsis
SarahBeth Pearson has made mistakes, and I might just be the biggest one of them all. After spending months keeping secrets and lying to everyone close to us, it’s all fallen apart and we are each left alone to pick up the pieces. I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends. Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets - and her secret just might change everything.  
Excerpt
Wyatt laughs, "And on that note, I need to get going." He stands, walks over to me and kisses the top of my head before he tells me, "Don't give in too soon, but don't listen to Liv either and wait too long. He needs to work to get you back, but if he loves you as much as I think he does, he deserves a second chance. I can't fault the guy for wanting to protect you." He closes the door behind him, leaving me staring down at my phone and debating on whether or not I should actually answer. Finally, I take a deep breath and hit the button right before it would have been sent to voicemail. "Hello?" "Hey Little Bit." Hearing his voice in my ear makes me tremble, and really, I'm a little shocked he actually called me. Unsure of what to say to him, I don't respond at first, not until he says, "Are you still there?" His own voice is unsure now, which gives me the confidence to answer, "Yes, I'm still here. Sorry, I'm a little surprised you actually called." It's pretty late in the evening; when he said he'd call I thought he meant he'd call early, maybe want to see me. Instead, he waited so late he has my mind flying a mile a minute. Did he have a date? Has he decided that he doesn't want me after all? "I can almost hear you thinking, Sarah. What's going on in that head of yours?" He chuckles softly, but his voice is serious. I'm glad he can't see the blush that heats my cheeks. I don't trust him enough to tell him my fears so I say, "Nothing just tired. Why'd you call so late?" "Mmm," he mumbles, "so that's what it is." Crap. He knows me too well. "I wanted to give you a bit to process everything that happened last night, baby. I said a lot of things to you, and I knew you needed some time to figure out what you want." He's silent for a minute, waiting for me to respond, but the sudden lump in my throat has rendered me mute. I have no idea how to answer him. I understand why he did the things he did, sort of, but I'm not ready to forgive him for hurtingme so deeply. Jeremy sighs, "I told you I'd give you some time, but not too much. We've wasted so much of it already. My feelings for you haven't changed, SarahBeth. I still love you, I never stopped." My breath catches at his words, and I can feel the tears building behind my eyes. I squeeze them shut, trying to stop the tears from falling. He said those words last night, but hearing them when we aren't in the middle of a heated argument like last night, is different. He's not saying them in desperation; he's saying them because he wants to...because he wants me.
Nashville Nights series
Nashville Nights series
Everything I Need (Nashville Nights, #3)
 
Never Wanted More (Nashville Nights #0.5) - FREE on Amazon
 
Save Me From Myself (Nashville Nights #1) - FREE
 
Everything I Shouldn’t (Nashville Nights #2)
 
Second Chances
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Author Bio
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Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore - not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she's supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify.
 
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Blog Tour - Taste Test (Sensations Collection #2) by L.B. Dunbar

Synopsis
In a modern twist of fairy tales,
what if the beast is a woman instead of a man?

Ethan Scott

I was about to find out when a mysterious job led to the secluded home of a horror novelist. I’d lost everything: my scholarship, my education, and my way. In denial of my family inheritance, I took the unusual employment as a chance out of a hole, but I found myself buried in the unknown trauma of another situation much deeper. 

Ella Vincentia

I had changed my name and my address to keep myself hidden, but my scars were more than physical. Living as a recluse in the woods, I was used to being alone, so I wasn’t happy when a certain someone was always in my space. Our first encounter was less than pleasant and tension continued at every attempt to tame me. 

Secrets

I knew she was keeping secrets and I wanted to help, but she was cutting me down and cutting me off every time she opened her mouth. Our frustration with one another grew until a misunderstanding changed everything. How can I be the next guy after something so tragic? It was a challenge I wasn’t sure I was willing to take.

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Let me just start off by saying...this book was amazing!!! Ethan is the son of a farmer. His father wants him to take over the farm when he retires, but Ethan's passion is cooking. Ethan gets hired by a writer named Jacob who tells him he can not tell anyone about his job, who he works for, where he lives ect...While on the job, Ethan meets Jacob's feisty niece Ella, who puts Ethan through the ringer. They have a love hate relationship all throughout the book, but Ethan is determined to tear down her walls and get close to her. I love how Ella puts up a fight and doesn't let Ethan in right away. Ethan has to prove to Ella he is trustworthy. This most definitely was a 5 star read. LB Dunbar is an amazing author! - Amber Cromer for Eye Candy Bookstore
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Excerpt
I looked directly at her. The blue cloak matched her angered eyes and for a moment I thought I saw something else in them. In her bent over position, she looked down at me and I shivered with excitement thinking she was reaching for me, until she leaned forward further and tried to tip the boat.
“Get out.”
“Are you…” I stopped. I was going to say crazy, insane, cuckoo.
“Say it,” she snapped.
“I wasn’t going to say it,” I lied.
“Yes, you were,” and she reached for the underside of the boat, but could only touch the side, pushing on it.
I still had a hold on the edge of the dock and I let the boat float away a little as if her push had an effect, before I pulled it back.
I knew I was taunting her more.
“I. Said. Get. Out,” and she reached forward again at the same time I pushed the boat away from the dock. Ella lost her momentum and lunged toward me with a look of shear panic. I caught her around the waist as I let go of the dock, but the force of her coming at me pushed us both to the right and we hit the icy cold lake. It was a short drop, and despite the shock of the water, I wrapped one hand around Ella’s head to protect her from hitting the shallow bottom. I slammed my shoulder into the pebbly lake bottom, landing on a rock as I twisted to buffer her fall. I struggled to hold Ella and free my legs that now balanced above me in the kayak.
Once me legs were free, I easily kicked the soft bottom of the lake and righted myself, still clutching Ella around the waist and head. The cold water had been a shock, but the cool air above the surface was additional pins and needles. I sucked in a breath, clenching Ella to me. I heard her gasp for air as she shoved me hard in the chest like she had the day before behind the couch.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled.
“Trying to protect you.”
“Well, I don’t need protecting.”
“You almost drowned us,” I returned her growing anger.
“Us? You almost drowned me. Holding me under the water,” she shouted back at me. She had pushed back from me but now stepped awkwardly closer again in the knee-deep water.
“And you ruined my cloak.” Ella looked down at the soggy material and pulled some of it up. The hood fell back when we’d returned to the surface, and her hair fell in heavy waves around her shoulders. The water glistened off it, making it a darker mixture of fall-leaf tones. I held in the moan trying to escape and clenched my hands into fists at my side. I wanted to shake her madly then kiss her passionately.
“You almost drowned me by thinking you could push me out of that boat.”
“Well, you weren’t getting out.”
“What are you? Two? Cut the spoiled bitch act.” Ella gasped in shock as I shook my head and ran both hands through my hair. I didn’t want to get mad at her.
“Funny. Yesterday you said I was beautiful. Today I’m a bitch,” she retorted.
I took two steps toward the dock in my water sodden clothes before I turned to face her again.
“You are beautiful,” I started loudly, angrily, “if you’d just keep your damn mouth shut,” I added in a whisper and finally pushed myself upward onto the dock. She continued to stare at me as I crouched on the wooden platform and offered her my hand.
“Come here,” I said in an unknowingly seductive voice.
“I don’t need your help,” she snapped back, resigned as she walked toward the dock, dragging the soaking wet, heavy material behind her. I stood.
“I get it. You don’t want my help. You don’t want my protection. You don’t want my food,” I spit. “What you need is a good spanking,”…
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MeetTheAuthor
I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created. 

I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.
 
 


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