Monday, November 18, 2013

Walk Into Me/Watch Me Walk Away Promo and Cover Reveal: Jill Prand

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

Expected date of release: December 2, 2013

I know I will never get over her. Watching her walk away with him ripped my heart out and left it bleeding on the floor. But I can’t hide anymore. I have to face my life without her.

Brad has been in love with Lisa for as long as he can remember. One night years ago they took each other’s virginity but while it was the best night of Brad’s life, for Lisa it was a way to forget about Bobby. Or was it?

Brad re-emerges right when Lisa needs him most. Only Brad knows everything about her and when Lisa’s insecurities come to the surface the shoulder Lisa needs is Brad’s. Now Brad has to decide if he has it in him to trust his heart.

I walk through the door into the crowded house, looks like the gangs all here and then some.  I look around and see all my friends but the person who sees me first is her mom, “Brad! So good to see you,” she hugs me, “Lisa will be so glad you’re here. She’s missed you.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I know that Lisa loves me like a brother but I want so much more with her, “I’ve missed her too.” It’s the truth, staying away has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I even took the boat over to Fire Island for a couple of weeks hiding out at my sister’s summer house. She was not happy about that until I started to fix the outside shower. Now she tells me I can use it anytime I want as long as I fix something each time I’m there. Her husband can’t fix shit, damn Ivy League pretty boy.

I turn back toward the party and suddenly Lisa is in my arms kissing my cheek and holding me tight, “Don’t do that again,” she tells me. “I missed you too much.” She is running her hands over my shoulders and through my hair and if I don’t get her off me soon she will know exactly how much I missed her.

I release her and put my hand in the pocket of my jacket, “Happy Birthday Lisa,” I pull out her gift and hand it to her. She smiles up at me but keeps her hand on my arm like she doesn’t want to let me go. Maybe she does feel more than friendship towards me.  I look into her eyes and hope she can’t see how much I want her.

She looks down at the box in her hand then back up to me, “Do you want me to open this now?”

I want to see her reaction but I don’t want an audience, “No later, after the party.”

“Does that mean you will stay ‘til everyone leaves?” her smile widens.

“If you want me to,” I can’t say no to her, I never could.

Then he comes up behind her pulling her back to him and extending his hand to me, “Brad, good to see you.”

I know he is staking his claim but he doesn’t have to remind me that Lisa is not mine. I have known that for a long time, “Bobby,” I can’t bring myself to say more than his name. I really want to yell at him to get his hands off of her but he has every right to touch her. She is his.

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I live in Northern New Jersey. I am a wife and mother of two girls. 
I have been an avid reader my whole life, I cannot remember a Sunday afternoon that did not include my parents reading. We had a huge bookshelf in our den with a diverse set of authors like Ayn Rand, Stephen King, Mario Puzo & Danielle Steele. 

I have always had ideas and characters running around my head but it took a few good friends to push me to start putting them down on paper. 

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Promo Post for Angelisa Stone: Can't Go Home

Synopsis: Everyone has secrets; secrets meant to be kept—hidden away where nobody can discover the truth. Adrian O’Donnell (aka: Dre Donley) is no exception. Dre spins tales and half-truths like it’s his job, keeping the reality of his past buried deep within each lie he fabricates. On the other hand, Kathryn Howell is the exception to the rule. She’s a straight-shooter, a tell-it-like-it-is, no filter kind of girl.  Kathryn’s honesty and straightforwardness is the ultimate turn on for a guy like Dre. He’s never met someone so sincere, so full of truth and innocence. Their chemistry is unavoidable, their connection, magnetic. When Dre sets out to make Kathryn fall for him, he doesn’t realize the grave mistake he’s making. Kathryn’s strength and convictions do not falter, even for an irresistible man like Dre. When his past resurfaces, and the lies come tumbling forth, Kathryn must decide if his deceit and betrayal can be forgiven or if the damage is irreparable. Will the truth ultimately destroy the relationship that neither one of them could deny or even attempt to resist?


“How many women have just full out fallen for this whole mysterious, sexy stranger thing?” she asks again.

“You think I’m sexy?” I inquire, raising my brows.

Kathryn leans over, grabs her purse, and takes out a small mirror.  Opening the case, she holds it in front of me, and says, “I had no idea you didn’t own one of these.  This is a mirror.  Mirror. Take a look.”  She shakes the mirror in front of me. “People pay big bucks to look like you, Casanova.”

Kathryn retracts the mirror, closes the case, and stirs more sweetener into her unsweetened tea. The whole time, I am staring dumbfounded at her. This is not the type of girl I’m used to.  Kathryn is straightforward, honest, and as intriguing as Hell.

Before I can answer, she says, “So, why’re you pulling out the big guns on me?”  She takes a sip of her tea, frowns, and adds in straight sugar this time.  After tasting it again and grimacing, she calls the server over and orders a large sweet tea. Now that’s some funny shit.  There are no false pretenses with this woman.

The server glances at her briefly, looks at me, and says, “We have the sweetest tea here; it just melts on your tongue. It really whets your appetite.”  Then she licks her lips and leans over, smiling at me, giving my line of vision a direct assault on her cleavage.

Kathryn begins laughing, loudly with a snort, and says, “Sweetie, it’s liquid.  It doesn’t have to melt.  And it’s wet, so it’s going to wet anything it touches.”

Kathryn shakes her head, takes a deep breath, exhales, and says, “Write your number on the check when we leave, and make sure to put a big heart over whatever “i” is in your name, but for the love of God, please keep your panties on until I leave.”  

The waitress leaves quickly and a few moments later a different server returns, dropping off her sweet tea quickly and quietly.  I’m not sure what is happening, but I can feel myself being captivated by this woman.  I’m tempted to ask her if she even knows the definitions of demure, dainty, or coy, because she is none of those things.  But yet, she is the most “womanly” woman I’ve ever encountered.

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Title: Better (Too Good #2) Author: S. Walden Expected Release: November 19, 2013 Hosted By: Romance Addict Book Blog -

Synopsis Their relationship has been exposed, and now their lives are changed forever. For Cadence Miller, the fast track to adulthood proves intimidating and frustrating. She’s a little girl lost—abandoned by her parents and uncertain of her future. She doesn’t think she “fits” anywhere. She’s eighteen. She wants to be older. And the result is both comical and heartbreaking. Mark Connelly will do anything to provide Cadence a stable, loving home—to be her protector. But he’s just as broken and lost, and his heart won’t let go of his past so easily. He knows he must share his secret with Cadence. And he hopes his revelation won't tear them apart. He hopes it will draw them closer, and make their love better.




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 His heart dropped when he watched her walk into the room. He ignored the snickers and whispers and followed her with his eyes as she walked to one of two remaining seats in his class. Both up front. She had no choice. She’d have to be close to him. When realization dawned that he was the guy from Highway 28, the fear on her face was unmistakable. He felt no such fear. He felt extreme disappointment. And hopelessness. And then, there was the matter of her orange jumpsuit. He didn’t know how to address it or if he even should address it. A large part of him said to leave it alone. She was clearly being bullied, and she thought she would try to turn the tables. But she looked ridiculous. She had to know it. He wasn’t sure if she’d actually won or just thought she did. He tried for a gentle, non-confrontational approach. “Cadence, you might wanna go change,” he said softly. Her eyes went wide. He wasn’t sure why. And then it hit him. He said her name! Yes, he remembered her name. How could he ever forget that name? Cadence. Rhythmic. His song. His life. He decided that afternoon on the side of the road. She was his cadence. It was an alarming moment of clarity now muddled by the realization that she was his student. He thought God was playing another cruel joke on him. *********************************************************************************

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My Beautiful Cover Reveal by JM LaRocca: 11/18/13

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December 17, 2013

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It has been eight months since Scarlett Moore last saw Kade Evans. After being left hurt and confused she tried to forget about him, but he wasn’t easy to forget. She found herself thinking about him often. Even her best friend Jules did her best to get him off her mind by pushing her toward Bryce, the one person Scarlett was not sure she wanted to be involved with.  When a new job opportunity is offered to her and Jules, they jump on it. The idea of starting over again and forgetting the past is enticing to Scarlett even if it moves her to Los Angeles, the same place Kade lives.
Kade Evans’ life revolved around his band, alcohol, drugs, and woman…until he met Scarlett. She is the light to his darkness, his beautiful; the one that makes him see what the future might hold. That is, until his past came barreling back into his life, ruining everything. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do, but he did what he had to do to protect her. His plan is to find a way out of his new life before he tries to win her heart back. But life has a plan of its own and unexpectedly, Scarlett walks back into his life.
When they meet again, the fire she thought burned out is reignited and the plans he made are rearranged.
Just when things start to fall into place, they all seem to fall apart and the one person they think they can trust turns out to be the one to hurt them the most.

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J.M. La Rocca was born in Chicago, IL. At an early age, her family relocated to lower Alabama where she began her love for writing. She currently resides in Atlanta, GA with her husband and twin sons.
As a stay at home mom, La Rocca was able to pursue her love for writing in GA. It was always an unrealized dream to write her own book. With the encouragement of her mother, La Rocca began to set to paper her ideas for her first book. Like her on Facebook:

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Crushing Summer Review: CM Stunich



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I was given an ARC for a review of this book. I don't normally do thriller books but this book I enjoyed. From the start if kept you hooked, there were deep dark secrets, mystery and also love. You knew that Chloe was going to fight her feelings for both Casper and Cage. They were totally different to each other. But you had this feeling that Casper kept her heart. I liked how little details were leaked throughout the story that did keep me guessing about the murder and if it was an actual murder. 
The whole town was freaky and I think that's what also kept me involved with the story. Parents, police, town folk. Everyone knew what was going on. Freaky lol. The feeling I had with this book that you can't help but think that there are actual towns out there that actually have these kinds of traditions. If you like deep, secret story lines then you will enjoy this. <3 Amy 

Title: Crushing Summer
Author: C.M. Stunich
Release Date: November 7, 2013
Genre: New Adult Romance
I'm a girl. I met a boy. Why can't it stay that simple? Here, in this town, summer doesn't just mean tiny bikinis and sunglasses, white toothed grins and lounging at the beach. It means pain. And loss. And false promises. It means liars pretending to be saints, friends pretending to be enemies, rivals pretending to be lovers. For me, it means being crushed. The Crush, actually. The one they all want simply because they were told to. It means being surrounded by beautiful faces and gorgeous bodies, sweet words and sizzling kisses. It means being wanted and despised. My name is Chloe Summer, and I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, this summer could be my last.
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“Just follow me and holler if you get stuck.”
        “Stuck?” Casper asked, face paling as I dropped to my knees in the wet sand.  He and his sister were so pale that they were visible even in the dark.  I smiled and shrugged.
        “It can get a little tight in here,” I explained, examining his strong shoulders and muscular chest.  Casper was more … developed than the other guys in my grade.  He looked more like a man than the rest of them.  As soon as this thought ran through my head, I flushed neon red and turned away, nestling my fingers into the wet ground for support.  Wow.  I might be the Crush, but I think I also have a crush.  A smile teased my lips as I started forward and listened for the sounds of Casper and Julie crawling after me.  I really hoped that he wouldn't get stuck.  I couldn't even imagine how that would play out.
        “Casper's claustrophobic,” Julie began, her hair brushing against my bare feet as I squeezed my body past the first curve and around the corner.  It was so dark in here, and moist, like the air was liquid, coating my tongue and the insides of my cheeks with salt water.  It should've been stifling, but it wasn't.  It was almost comforting in a way.
        “Not clinically,” I heard him call out from behind us.  “But I'm not going to lie.  This is not my idea of a good time.”  With a grunt, I listened as he moved behind us, scraping past the curve with a flurry of curses and a few choice words for The Assignment.
        “It's not too far between caves,” I explained, listening as the earth muffled my voice and made me sound small, like a little kid wrapped in a blanket.  Only this blanket was tons and tons of rock and sand and dirt towering above me, ready to crash down and suffocate us at any moment.  I pushed the thought back, sent up a silent prayer for Casper and kept going.  If he really was claustrophobic, this could not be an easy task.  “We can rest in between and take a breather.  The others aren't quite tall enough to stand up in, but at least we can sit comfortably.”
        “This,” Julie said with a small hiccup, one that had her brother sucking in a lungful of harsh breath.  “Is like an adventure.”  When she started to cough, my heart rate picked up and guilt came crashing down around me like a wave.  How could I have been so stupid?  Of course we were going to get discovered.  The first day after Assignment Night was notoriously bad for the Outcast.  It was a day of limbo, somewhere in between beach parties and road trips.  They had nothing else to do, so they came looking for her.  Or rather, they were called.  As soon as I saw Justin, and Heidi for that matter, I was going to go off on them.  Especially Heidi.  How could she have let this happen?  I expected more out of her.  “Something you could write books about.”
        “Julie, save your breath,” Casper said, but his voice was soft, even softer than mine.
        “It's just a cough, Casper,” she choked out as I finally emerged out the end of the tunnel and spun to help her, grabbing her hands and pulling her into the bubble of open space beneath the earth.  There wasn't much of an entrance into this particular cave.  The mouth was narrow and wide, filled with water that bubbled and licked at our flesh as it rose and fell, reminding us that we were only temporary fixtures here, that we couldn't stay long.
        Julie's hands were flecked with little spots of blood that she quickly washed away in the surf, hiding the evidence before her brother emerged behind her, covered in sweat and panting.  He slicked his hair back as he collapsed to his side and looked up at the low ceiling with a grimace.  Surf kissed his dark hair and brushed across his skin, drawing goose bumps along his bare flesh.
        “It's not just a cough, Julie,” he said, as he glanced up, presumably looking for blood.  She didn't show him anything, but a smile and continued talking.
        “I've always thought it would be fun to trade places with someone legendary, someone whose name won't be erased in time.”  She sat back against the wall and closed her eyes.  “First name that comes to mind … Casper?”
        “I'm not playing this game, Julie,” he said, sounding tired.  I imagined that it couldn't be easy on him, looking out for her all the time, worrying, afraid that around the corner, something bad might be waiting to take her away.
        I thought for a moment, trying to word my answer carefully.  I felt like honesty was vastly important, even in this hypothetical situation.  I still felt guilty for the almost lie I'd told Casper earlier.  I should've just told him the truth – that my friend and her boyfriend had called the cavalry and they were out for blood.
        Julie grinned.
        “From The Odyssey?”
        I shrugged, reaching up to pick bits of kelp from my hair.
        “I mean, just for a day or two.  I don't know if I could handle the weight of Olympus on my shoulders for a lifetime.”  Julie grinned at me, and I smiled back.
        “I'd like to be the Oracle at Delphi, breathing in noxious gasses and uttering mad prophesies.  Or, barring that, maybe Athena.  I suppose it wouldn't be so terrible to be a goddess.  Well, except for the whole immortality thing.  That would blow.”
        “Hello?”  It was Heidi's voice, echoing through the tunnel and bouncing around the rock.  Even though I knew she was quite a ways away from us, it sounded like she was just outside the rock.  “Chloe, are you in here?”  I knew Heidi knew about the tunnel though she'd never climbed through it.  All it would take though would be a brave soul or two, someone trying to show off, and we'd be trapped.  I held a finger to my lips and turned around, ducking into the next portion of the tunnel and sliding along my belly in the shallow water.  This was by far the worst part.  If we could get through here, we'd be home free.
        Well, sort of.  I still had to go into the bank, shoeless and wet, covered in sand, and explain to my dad why I needed a ride home.  Not exactly my idea of fun, but there it was.  He'd understand.  He'd been the Heartthrob back in his day.  It was rough.  Having a whole town full of admirers is not as fun as it sounds.  Dad had even been kidnapped once and tied to a chair by a crazy chick from his class.
        And then a year later, he'd married her.  Yes, my mother had kidnapped my dad during the Assignment.  Explains a lot, huh?
        “Once we get through here, we're home free,” I whispered as I rose to my knees and snuck a glance over my shoulder.  As tiny as she was, Julie had no problem getting through the low point.  But Casper …
        “Shit,” he growled as his arms appeared first, and then his head.  It was his chest and shoulders that were having a hard time squeezing through the rock, keeping him trapped in a very awkward position.  I could only imagine what the others would think if they came in and found his feet sticking out into the cave.  “You weren't kidding, were you?” he asked as he pushed the goopy sand aside and dug his fingers into the sticky clay beneath looking for a handhold.  “This is ridiculous.  I should've just stayed back there and beat those jerks up.”  Julie and I waited while Casper grumbled and clawed his way through.  He made it just barely and ended up red faced and pissed behind his sister.  When his eyes met mine, I had to look away.  I was really screwing up this whole first impression bit.  Casper Alice and I were off to a very rough start.

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6432984 C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance. Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers. C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world. Ms. Stunich can be reached via e-mail or by post and loves to hear from her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea why she decided to refer to herself in the third person. Come visit me at and follow me on Facebook ! heartdividerPost

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