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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Blog tour for Fly by Molly McLain!!!

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Meet Colton Wade, FMX rider...
I’m just a small town guy who caught a lucky break. Now I’m living the dream, on the brink of high-flying super-stardom. But something’s missing.
That something is Taylor.
She’s my best friend. The one who makes me want to push harder and higher. The one I fall back on when shit gets tough. The one I’d give it all up for.
I’d do anything to protect her. To make her dreams come true too.
But a single night changes everything.
And now the one she needs protection from...is me.
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“Why?” she murmurs, her voice raw.
“Why what, gorgeous?”
“Why do you put up with me?”
I almost ask if she’s serious, but the way she’s clinging to me begs for an answer. So I give it to her as honestly as I know how. “Because you’re my best friend and I love you. Because you bend over backwards for me every chance you get and, whenever I’ve got shit going on, you’re the one who talks me off the ledge. You’ve supported me in every way imaginable and trying to be that person for you is the only way I know how to say thanks.” I kiss her temple and she exhales a shaky breath. “You want me to go on? I’ve got a thousand more reasons if you want to hear them.”
She looks up at me, tears clinging to her eyelashes. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize.”
“You’re nothing like him.”
Thank God. “I’m glad to hear that, because I’d off myself if I were.”
She smiles. “Don’t do that. Please.”
“And please don’t give up because of him. You have too much life to live.”
Using her sleeve, she dries her face. “ God, I’m sad. You’re here to…do whatever it is you have to do and I’m leaving boogers on your shirt.”
I glance down at the wet spots and lift a shoulder. “They’ll dry.”
She laugh-snorts and goes to the mirror, grimacing at her reflection. “Oh, God.”
“Not gonna lie, Tee—I’m pretty sure your face wasn’t this puffy when you had that allergic reaction to kiwi back in junior high. You’re still pretty though. Always will be.”
“Shut up,” she groans and tries to step around me to leave the room.
“Where you going?”
“Back to bed.”
“Oh, no, you’re not. Get in the shower. I’m taking you out.”
She gives me her best ghetto mama head roll. “Are you telling me what to do again?”
I smirk and weigh my options: piss her off or piss her off. “Yeah. I am.”
“I need to ice my eyes, not be seen in public.”
“We’ll reevaluate after a shower. Come on.” I reach for the hem of her sweatshirt and she slaps my hand away.
“The snot on your shirt does not give you license to try and undress me.”
Shame about that. “No?”
“Absolutely no. And it doesn’t give you permission to make plans for me either. I’m already set on sharing a pint of gelato with Forest Gump and Dumb and Dumber.”
“I would really like it ah-lah if you’d reconsider.” I try to bribe her with a grin.
“No.” She’s not buying my joke. In fact, she sticks her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. A challenge?
How brave of her. “You sure about that?”
“Very.” Her chin lifts and I lunge forward, grip the bottom of the sweatshirt with both hands, and yank it over her head. Her shriek and panicked attempt to right her tank top keep her distracted from my subsequent attack on her sweats. I tug them down, then hike her wriggling, protesting body over my shoulder so I can pull them off her feet.
When I put her down, she’s breathing hard and standing before me, covered in head to toe pink. Cheeks, tank top, panties, and sparkly polish on the tips of her pretty toes.
She glances down at her nearly naked body and then up at me, her mouth agape. “You bastard.”
I toss the sweats over my shoulder with a wink. “I’ll take these back, seeing as they’re mine.”
“I hate you.”
“Not as much as you’ll hate me if I leave you alone tonight. Now humor me and hop in the shower. We’ll come up with something more interesting to do than watch movies you’ve seen fifty times.”
I can see the wheels turning in her head as a slow grin slides across those lips I want to kiss so badly. “More interesting, huh? How about this?” Faster than I can blink, she whips off her tank top.
“Jesus Christ!” I’m the one who shrieks this time, but damn if I can take my eyes of her tits. Full and creamy, tipped with tight, coral nipples. Fuck. Me. Running.
“Why are you still standing there, Col?” she asks, a taunting lilt in her tone. She’s reclaimed the upper hand and, because I’m a man and she’s friggin’ gorgeous, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
I try to speak, but nothing comes out. My perverted fucking head is too busy taking inventory. A narrow ribcage, a flat, sexy belly, and a tiny, studded hoop winking at me from her navel. Sweet mother of God.
“Should I take these off, too, then?” She hooks her thumbs through the lace at her hips and starts to shimmy.
“No!” I throw out a hand and my cock throbs in protest. “No. Just…” She’s not ready for this, man. She’s just reacting. “I’m gonna go.”
“Good idea.” Those pretty breasts jiggle as she nods and I swallow the saliva pooling on my tongue.
Yep, there’s a special spot in hell for pigs like me, I’m sure of it.
“Col?”
“Yeah.” I brace my hand on the doorframe, as I turn away.
“Pick me up in an hour.”
Well, shit.
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Molly McLain lives in a tiny little town in Wisconsin with her husband, three kids, and a sassy dog. She loves fountain soda, jellybeans, Luke Bryan and Avenged Sevenfold, thunderstorms, and camping at quiet lakes. She's been scribbling down love stories since she was old enough to dream about happily ever afters, and now she writes sexy, small town romance for real.
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The Regret Release Blitz @rileyks3

March 22-24 - regret

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Regrets can make you strong,
Regrets can make you weak,
Some regrets you can never get over
Tanner Clark is different than most people. He seems mysterious to most, keeping his secrets close and not trusting many. The one regret in his life will haunt him until he can find a way to make amends. Will this be another regret he’ll make, and one that cannot be undone? His life takes an unexpected turn when he follows a girl to a small town and rents the apartment next to hers. She’s different than most women. Strong, defiant, has tattoos and piercings, but she’s making it very hard for him to get to know her.
Jolie Ross has had a rough childhood, one she’d soon rather forget. When she follows the one person who she ended up trusting in college, and who became the first friend she’s truly ever had, she finds a better life in a small town working at a gym. Her life finally takes a turn for the better. Good job, nice apartment, until a mysterious dark haired man, with tattoos and piercings, walks into the gym. He becomes a personal trainer there, but she’s leery of his secrecy. She decides it’s best to keep her distance. She doesn’t want any more regrets.
Can two people who are so similar yet, so different, stay away from each other or will fate lend a hand and show them that there doesn’t always have to be regrets?
**Due to adult content, this is intended for 18+ readers
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Best selling Author of Romance and Romance Suspense, Vicki Green lives in Kansas with her husband and two boys as well as their three dogs that rule their house. She loves spending time with her family and furbabies.
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Release Blitz: The Chosen Knights by Mary Ting

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When teens go missing in Hawaii, a group of demon-hunters—half human and half angel—disguised as high school students, must leave Crossroads, the place where they reside. In a race against time, they uncover the mystery connecting the missing teens, which dates back to the era of the Knights Templar.
However, when they discover one of the Templars passed down a book containing all the secrets and codes to finding a particular treasure, they soon realize this forbidden treasure needs to be found before Cyrus, the lord of the possessor demons, acquires it—a treasure which been safeguarded and hidden from him.
There is only one problem: the pages containing the clues leading to the treasure is missing. When the first page is found, Cyrus threatens to kill more descendants of the Knights Templar if it is not given to him by Friday the thirteenth. In the midst of threats and discovery, the demon-hunting angels find they are not alone when supernatural beings begin to reveal themselves. Can they put their differences aside and work together to solve the Knights Templars’ cipher? As they astral travel to the past, they witness a lot more than they have bargained for. And some things are better left unseen.
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International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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Release Blitz: Bluegrass Seduction by Alice Ward & Helen Grey

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Willful and self-entitled, Auggie Langford has enjoyed privilege all her life. The daughter of a wealthy equine family in Kentucky, her life is ideal. Except for her bitch of a mother. And the man who makes her insides twist.
Bent on embarrassing his father, Worthington LaViere, III uses his position as a highly respected psychologist to delve into the secrets he wants to explore. Especially the old money of the Bluegrass set. And Auggie. The green-eyed temptress he’s unable to strike from his thoughts.
Auggie and Worth. Pure and corrupt. Love and hate.
It’s the beginning of a dynasty built on a legacy of greed, selfishness and pure wickedness. Just remember, anything built on a foundation of lies can topple at any moment.
Bluegrass Seduction is a standalone novel, the first in the sizzling Bluegrass Billionaire Trilogy by Alice Ward and Jessica Blake.
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Alice Ward is the author of the New Adult series, RECKLESS.
Reading and Writing romance is her passion and she writes with her true heart.
Living in Miami, the beach is her favorite place to relax with her laptop and write her next spicy romance.
However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family.
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Jessica Blake is the author of the hot alpha billionaire romance series, The Billionaire Prisoner, along with her friend Alice Ward.
Since she was a young college girl reading and writing romance was what she loved the most and she enjoys entertaining her fans through her books.
Living in Miami, she likes to sit by the pool with her laptop and write her next hot romance.
However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family.
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Colors (The Dragon Knights #2) by Gabbie S. Duran

Title: Colors

Series: The Dragon Knights #2

Author: Gabbie S. Duran

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Published: March 21, 2016
Alyssa lives her days hiding from the nightmares of her childhood, fearful of only one thing: being found. She no longer feels pain, for her soul has been numbed by the cruelties she endured.



Chris is empty on the inside, even though he portrays a facade of happiness to the outside world. He attempts to fill the void with women, sex, and music. In his lonely existence, nothing really matters . . . until he meets Alyssa.



When two dark souls collide, can the colors repair their broken souls, or will they surrender to the darkness of their broken pasts?


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Chris

“What are you doing?”

Ignoring her, I grab the first brush with paint my hands can get a hold of. As if predicting what I had intended to do, she reaches for it, yanking it from my hand. Annoyance fills me when she ruins my plan, so my mind is just as suddenly making a rash decision. Lifting a tube up ready to aim, she just as suddenly retreats, threatening, “Don’t you dare,” as she holds her arms out in an attempt to protect her.

It does nothing to deter my plans of retaliation. I swiftly flick the tube in her direction and squeeze at the same time. The content lands on her chest, earning an echoing gasp as it makes contact.

“There, now we’re even,” I say, slamming the tube back down on the table then begin my steps to retreat from the room. I’ve barely taken two steps when the feel of a wet substance runs down my back.

Whirling to face her, she gloats with an arched brow, holding a can.

Now you have an array of colors to take with you,” she smirks.

“What the hell did you pour on me?”

“Dirty water,” she proclaims before spinning to place the can on the table then tries to march past me. She believes she’s won. However I’m notorious for not allowing myself to be defeated. My arm wraps around her waist and lifts her off the ground, making her yelp in surprise.

“Oh no you don’t,” I tell her, stomping my way over to where the table of paints are at while she protests with shouts to put her down. She’s furious while I’m wickedly laughing at her reaction.

“What color would look good on you?” I ask, gently placing her on the floor to grab two brushes with paint. Lifting one hand, she side steps away as she exclaims,

“Don’t you dare, Chris!” She steps right in to the other already aimed at her face.

Her stupefied reaction makes me laugh, giving her the perfect opportunity to yank one of the brushes from my hand to mimic my earlier motion, smearing paint across my cheek.

“Purple is not your color.” Lowering the brush to dip it into a dab of green paint, I’m already following her movement to dip my own brush back into the red and we both hastily return to poking at each other with the brushes.

Our laughter booms in the room as we chase one another with our brushes. My resentment of how this all started has completely evaporated and is now replaced with cheerful competition as I try to cover Alyssa with as much paint as possible. Unfortunately for her, it’s much more difficult since she has been protectively guarding her paints.

In one swift move, I reach in and manage to grab a tube off the table then open it, ready to squirt it at her. Alyssa holds her hands up in surrender as she declares, “Please, don’t. That tube is a very rare color and hard to find.”

Snorting at what I believe is a ploy, I say, “I’m not buying that shit. You’ll probably use it on me.”

“I swear, I won’t,” she pleads, holding her hands out for me to surrender it.

First to catch my eyes is how labored her breathing has become as she cautiously closes the distance between us and gently takes the tube from my hands, all while explaining, “It’s called glaucous and this particular tube must have been expensive. That’s why I haven’t opened it.”

She walks back to the table, placing it against the far end of the wall. She takes another tube and returns, holding it out for me to take. “You could use this one if you’d like. I don’t care about that color at all and rarely ever use it.”

Taking in the tube she’s given me, it’s the color black.

Gazing down her entire body, she is covered in an array of colors. To add black would be to dim the beauty shining from her.

Shaking my head, I tell her, “You look too pretty to be covered in black.” Her cheeks are completely covered in paint, but there is no denying they are blazing crimson underneath the color.

Feeling as if I’ve exposed enough of myself to her today, I swiftly change the subject. “Please tell me this stuff will come off in the shower,” I say, staring down at the colors already caking on my skin.

She giggles, using her fingers to wipe paint away from my face. “Most of it should, but even if it doesn’t, you needed a little color in your life, remember?”

“That’s what I have you for,” I tell her, completely at a loss as to how rapidly those words came out. Nonetheless, they hold nothing but truth behind them.

She shocks me when she leans forward, kissing me on my lips with the same bashful smile still on her features. I can no longer hold back the restraint I have held with her . . . My heart and mind are screaming in unison not to anymore, and since it’s the first time they’ve ever agreed when it came to a girl . . . this time, I’m going to listen.



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