Sunday, June 1, 2014



Life is short. At twenty-one, Liz Kane knows this. Having lost her dad in combat, she is well aware of life's cruel twists. Still, working to pay her way through school and cautiously beginning a new relationship, Liz is content. 
When an accident brings her brother, John, Stateside from his current stint in the Marine's, life gives Liz another twist, this time bringing in an old friend, new love, and the possibilty of happiness for John when he meets Mandy. 
This is a story of love, loss, and new beginnings. 

*A portion of proceeds will be donated to help men and women returning from combat*

Privileged to say I was one of the first people to read this book and it is still with me months later so I bought it today and read it again. Still as wonderful as I remembered. It is a gut wrenching tale of a love that ends too soon and one that begins because the other could not be. It was one of the best books I have read in 2014 and definitely Sophie's best to date. Must read, not to be missed, never forgotten kind of book. Loved it. <3 kellie="" span="">


Release Blitz - Bound - S.N. Garza


Courtland spent his childhood watching his mother turn tricks and bow to her abusive pimp. It taught him a lot about relationships and how never to get involved in one. When he meets sweet Adelaide, his life is forever changed. Her gentle personality has his thinking maybe his vow to never commit is misplaced. Until she disappears out of his life.
Adelaide knew the only way to escape the darkness she’s lived her life in, is to go back to the one place that’s haunted her dreams. Home. Reuniting with Courtland is the last thing on her mind until she becomes helpless to his every kiss. Hopeless to his ever touch. And no matter how far she tries to run, her heart is irrevocably bound to him.

A story of tragic pasts colliding, finding a friendship that turns into searing passion, and a love strong enough to last forever. 



“Let’s go!” She whispered-yelled at me.

If there was one thing I knew to the depths of my soul, I knew Adelaide was the girl of my dreams. Underneath her glasses, her eyes were still rimmed red from tears she must have shed. As a preacher’s daughter, she had so many boundaries. She had called, begging me to take her somewhere where she could breathe. She got into another argument with her dad. She didn’t tell me what it was about but she called me from a pay-phone, begging me to pick her up. She couldn’t take it anymore.
But first, a little background story…

I got emancipated at seventeen. My mother was a drug addict and a prostitute and my father? Who the fuck knew? Probably her pimp. He paid for everything she had and when she didn’t give him what he wanted, he beat the shit out of me but did she give a fuck? Ha. Only in a dream world. All the pent up bitterness and frustration from my past always made me want to fight and when Joe, my boss, told me to start working it out on a punch bag, I did. I lived in Granville for five years, took about three to get my rage under control. Now, five years later, it’s just a dull blur in the back of my mind.

I met her two years ago when JR, my best friend and coincidently, her cousin, invited me to dinner with his parents and there she was. Pure sunshine and brilliant blue eyes. The first time I made eye contact with her, it was like seeing someone’s heart shattering. There was a pain and desperation in them that only one who understood could see. So I didn’t make eye contact with her any more than necessary. At first, I didn’t give a shit, the girl was fifteen and one-I had no business dealing with little girls, and two-my home life sucked enough ass, that I didn’t want any more stress weighing me down. I was one of those boys parents didn’t want to meet. Rough around the edges and poor as dirt mechanic that had ink covering most of his body. I was tall and built like a brick

Like I stated, JR’s my best friend and she’s five years younger than me. I never hit on her, or flirt with her because I respected the hell out of her. And not just because she was a preachers daughter. She is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. JR always talked about how big a dick his uncle was even though he was a pastor. How he treated his wife and daughter like property or some shit. Sometimes JR could get Addy to talk about it, but after a while. She just stopped.

Over those two years though, she came over to JR’s parents more often, and sometimes tagged along with us when we went out. She wasn’t like those annoying teenage girls that always talked your ear off or tried flirting with me like some chicks did when they wanted my attention. I am pretty sure most chicks saw me as a challenge. Bad boy who was good in bed, but not good enough to wed. Yeah, that saying was totally reversible ladies.

She wasn’t very talkative, but after a while in our company, her eyes lit up with happiness and I knew I didn’t want to see her any other way. She came alive and became playful, but in an innocent, sweet girl-next-door way.

Even though there was a gap in our ages, we became friends who texted every now and then. She had also stopped at Joe’s whenever she walked home from school and would hang out and she’s the type of girl who gave with her whole heart. She had to have made JR give her my birthdate, because the last two years, she showed up at the back door of the small house I rented (it was basically an efficiency type place in the poor side of Granville). I got a cake (when I never had a birthday cake in my fucking life) and a gift she made. First one was a shell necklace like beach type people wore, but since she made it and put a lot of thought to it, I only took it off when I took a shower. Last year, she came over to my shit-hole and cooked me dinner. I didn’t know what she told her parents but she was at the house for hours. She totally made my house shine like it was brand new and cooked deep fried chicken, cornbread, boiled potatoes and corn on the cob. Never had a meal that tasted so good. Those simple gestures counted a lot to me. We became close and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. She had my complete and utter loyalty. Even got her name on my chest, the opposite of JR’s. My family.

So when Adelaide called me on the prepaid cell phone I had, I dropped everything and went right to her. I told her to stay on the phone and went over to Joe, my boss, and said I needed to leave for a family emergency. He knew the only family I had was JR and Adelaide. This was the first time in five years working in Joe’s garage that I told him I needed to leave right then and there. He looked me square in the eye and saw I was dead serious. He nodded, told me he hoped everything was okay and I bolted. I never called in because I couldn’t afford to. But he took a chance on me when I was a know-nothing poor boy from the wrong side of a big city and I thanked God every day that he did. He became some sort of father figure I didn’t know I needed. He and his wife, Mildred, are good people.

I walked out of the garage and put my ear back to the phone. “Addy, where are you?”

“I am so sorry Courtland. I just didn’t know who else to call. I couldn’t call Uncle Chet. He’s dad’s only brother and twin at that. But I just can’t…I feel like I can’t breathe. I wanna disappear. So bad. Please. I am at the corner-

“Corner? What the fuck are you doing on a corner!?”

“I walked to the front of the neighborhood. I’m at the Stop-N-Go, inside on the pay-phone. Could you come get me? I just need to-I don’t know. I just need-“. She didn’t even finish before quiet sobs started coming through the earpiece.

“I’m in the truck, baby. Stay calm. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay in the light and where the owner is. I’ll come in and get you.”

“Okay. Courtland?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Thank you.” Her voice tethered with sadness and tears. A rage settled inside. NO one was allowed to make Addy cry like that. Somehow, I knew it was really bad this time. No one knew what they argued about, but Addy just seemed to pale lately. I decided right there and then I hate Geoffrey Hunter.

“Anything for you Adelaide.”

JR and Adelaide are my family. Even though I grew up not knowing a damn thing, I was loyal to the bone when it came to them. I felt protective as hell over the both of them, too. JR was a year younger than me, and although I didn’t feel like an older brother or anything-I knew he had my back like I had his.

I made it to the Stop-N-Go within eight minutes when it’s normally a fifteen minute drive.

I threw my old Chevy pickup that Joe helped me rebuild, into park and when I got out, I looked inside the convenient store, right into her eyes. Her face looked swollen from crying and I was making my way towards her when she disobeyed me and burst through the door and thrust herself into my arms. Her tears were soaking up my shirt, but I didn’t give a damn. Every tear was a promise of retribution. I wasn’t letting her dad take any more of the light from her eyes. It must have been really bad because she didn’t stop and her body evidently couldn’t take it anymore because her knees gave out and I swooped her into my arms.

I opened the driver’s side door and lifted her into the middle part of the truck. She slumped her head back and closed her eyes. I hopped in and took a drive to the only place I knew of that I could think and breathe. The only place I felt at peace.

There was an empty field by a small airport at the edge of town and I parked in front of the ‘No Trespassing’ sign.

“Why are we here?”

“When I first came to this town, I didn’t know what I would do. After working at Joe’s for a few years, I stumbled on this field. So whenever I feel like shit or had a bad day, I would come here. Hearing the air planes take off and land calmed me for some reason. All the shit I grew up with, being in and out of juvie, hoping I’d never go to jail permanently. Anytime I ever thought about the shit-life I had before getting here, I’d come here and just watch the planes take off. The sounds often lulled me to sleep actually.”

Shit. I ain’t ever told anyone that. Not even JR knew about this place.

“Why were you in and out of juvie?”

“My mother. I was the fault for everything ever since I was twelve.” I looked right into her eyes, saw not sympathy but curiosity. “My mother was a prostitute. I was a mistake, yada-yada.”

Adelaide gasped and gripped my arms tightly. “Surely you don’t believe that?” I shrugged because, hell, I didn’t ever think about it. I hated looking back into my past now that I was making a semi-future for myself. “Come on, Courtland! How could you be a mistake? You’re a miracle. My miracle.”

Whoa. I knew my eyes widened and she smiled her beautiful smile and she stepped out of the truck. She walked to the grill of the truck and nodded her head towards the open field.

Even though there was a No Trespassing sign, the gate was never locked. Maybe the people thought since it was really out in the middle of nowhere, no one would pay any mind. People would just see it and drive by. I never went across it though. I usually had real bad luck but looking at Addy, I didn’t care. She needed somewhere she can breathe, and this was the only place I thought of.

I opened the door, slammed it shut and just shook my head at her. “Don’t you see that sign?”

“Let’s go!” She whisper-yelled to me again.


“What? I wanna hear the planes. Please?”

The redness was still around her eyes but they sparkled and glowed with something I couldn’t describe. Mischief? Curiosity? Probably both because there was a spark about her now that wasn’t there before.

Chuckling I said, “Alright. Get back in the truck law breaker.”

She giggled and pumped her hands in the air like she won something. Then ran and jumped back in the cab. Shaking my head and saying a little prayer I took down the sign and pushed the gates wide opened.

I drove us where the grass wasn’t too high and parked the truck. I had a blanket I kept behind the seat when I slept out in my truck when I drove here. I never went passed the sign because I knew I would most likely get caught. Bad guys like me had shit for luck. But I didn’t want to disappoint her.

When I opened the tailgate and laid the blanket down I didn’t see Adelaide next to me. Instead, she was about ten yards away, staring up at the sky. A plane was coming closer overhead and she didn’t take her eyes off it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

She spread her arms wide and twirled as the plane finally flew passed. It was low so the wind from it whipped her hair all around and Adelaide started laughing like I never heard her laugh before. That glow seemed to wrap all around. It was freeing and innocent. She was so perfect. Beautiful and caring. And dammit, over the last few years, she not only became my best friend, but she was turning into my everything. My very reason for truly breathing each breath I took.

She stopped when she was facing me with the biggest smile she ever wore and ran towards me. I caught her and lifted her high into the air, twirled her in circles just as she did when the plane was above us. I laughed right with her.

Then I brought her body down mine and her eyes changed. My body felt all of a sudden too tight. Adelaide is the most beautiful girl I knew. Her smiling eyes turned into eyes full of longing and I felt at the moment, nothing could ruin this night.

I smiled, and put her on the tailgate before she felt the heat of my desire. I didn’t want to frighten her and I definitely needed to cool down. I looked towards a plane that was taking off. In my peripherals I could see she was looking over my body.

I knew what hers looked like. She was short, curvy and had beautiful hair the color of milk chocolate. She wore square glasses on her face that always seemed to tilt to the side. She was adorable and sexy all rolled up in one sweet package.

I sat my ass on the tailgate, and scooted back to lay down on the blanket and told her to do the same.



Sighing, I didn’t want to pry but we were here for a reason. “Adelaide. What happened?”

She turned to me, body stiff and eyes losing that happy glow from earlier. “Do we really have to talk about that right now?”

I leaned up on my elbow and stared right into her eyes. “No, not right now. But Adelaide.”

“Please, Courtland. Let’s just be happy right now. Be so happy and right in this moment.”

I pulled her into my arms and started asking her those ‘get to know a person’ type questions and then we just stared into the starry sky, listening to the sounds of planes and machines and it was so relaxing. Addy was sleeping soundly on my shoulder and hell if it didn’t fit perfectly. She was made to be in my embrace. I was almost asleep I could feel my eyes drifting.

Then I heard the sirens. No fucking way.

“Man, this is some fucking shit.”

The cops pulled up near the truck and I shook Adelaide awake and told her to just stay quiet and listen to them.

They started asking questions about why we were here and when I tried to speak the officer took a good look at me and saw the tattoos. Yeah, that’s all it took. Any niceties went flying out just like the planes overhead.

They weren’t playing and threw the cuffs on our wrists quick. But did Adelaide listen? Sweet-as-pie she is and she tried charming her sweet little preacher’s daughter charm on the officer, but they didn’t fall for it.

But I sure as hell did. If I survived this night. I sure as hell wouldn’t change a fucking thing.

They put her on the right side and me on the left. “Do you think we could make a run for it? It would make for a really great story.” She smiled bright and beautiful.

What? I stared wildly at her and there was a freedom and fire in her eyes that made me laugh with gusto.

“Be quiet!” The officer hit the top of the patrol car.

I whispered, “I doubt it babe.”

She truly was something else. If we could make a run for it, I would take her away from all this. Go somewhere neither one of us would have to deal with our crap pasts nor some crap in our lives now.

She smiled and winked at me, “Then let’s have a good laugh.” I lifted an eyebrow and shook my head with mirth. She turned to the open door and got the officers attention.

“Yes, young lady.”

She put her hand up to her mouth as if she had an actual cigarette and asked, “Do you have a light?”

Growling, the officer slammed the door in our faces.

She didn’t smoke and I thought it was funny as fuck. I was falling in love with her. Right in the backseat of a cop car. We sat there talking about nothing and everything while the cops were taking their time with our ID’s and I knew with my background it didn’t look great but right here, sitting in the back with Adelaide. I didn’t care. She made me feel more alive than anything in this world.

Right then I knew. I was already gone.
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Stephanie Nicole Garza is from Southeast Houston, Texas, with her husband and two small children. She is a full-time Chilihead employee at Chili's Bar & Grill. 'Love Came Back' is her debut novel. It's part of an adult romance contemporary series called Pyro-Princess Design and Style. Bound is her second novel, apart of the Bound Hearts duology. She loves reading, crafting, and writing of course. When she's not taking care of her family, working her tail off at her all day job you can find her writing well into the night. Then reading steamy romance novels, attaining another fictional boyfriend.

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Bare Essentials by ML Stephens Blitz

He's a cowboy with a guitar and an attitude. She's Nashville's toughest, most sought after music agent.They have one thing in common: country music.Cutter Harrison relies on two things: beer and music—his music. At twenty-six, he's happily divorced and plans tokeep it that way.Holly Avery is on the hunt. She's determined to discover the next country music superstar and is willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.An unexpected meeting in Arkansas makes them question their pasts, their futures, and the bare essentials of love. Country music brought them together, but will their dirty little secrets keep them apart?

He leaned back and put his guitar case on the floor. Opening it, he pulled the instrument from its resting spot, sat it on the mattress and then lifted a pen and straddled her. The warmth and weight of his body settled atop her hips as he pushed the pen behind his ear and strapped on his guitar. Strumming the chords, he hummed until lyrics were formed and the room was filled with a song she'd never heard.Mesmerized, she held her breath, afraid that any movement would disrupt the pure beauty of his creation.Then he stopped, took his pen, and wrote on her body. The pen tickled her skin, leaving behind inked notes and lyrics. She wanted to cry, but didn't. He was the most extraordinary man she'd ever met and with each sketch of his pen, each new ink blot that he skillfully crafted on her flesh, she fell deeper and harder then she could've ever imagined. He was masculine yet soft, aggressive yet pliable. Hard work left his hands calloused, yet each stroke of the pen was precise and swift. And then he sang without playing as he continued to compose on her skin. Hands down, no comparison, it was the most sensual moment of her adult life.As he shaded notes and wrote lyrics, her arousal heightened until her nipples were hard. If she thought her well of llust had run dry, she was mistaken. It pooled between her legs and if the growing size of his erection was any indication, he was just as turned on by their artistic moment as she was.He picked and strummed the strings of her heart as capably as he handled his instrument.When the music died, he nodded approval. "You inspire me," he said. "If that's what this is, I'll always aspire to inspire you," she whispered.

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Kre Dukey The Beats in Rift Cover Reveal

The Beats in Rift
Ker Dukey
Cover reveal Monday June 2nd.


I was invisible, until they saw me.

When circumstance forced me and the Jacob twins
to spend two weeks of the summer together,
the bond we formed would impact us all,
altering our lives.
Fate, entwining us forever.
They became my best friends, my family, my first love.
With their love came their father’s hate!
Love is powerful but also painful and destructive
when it’s torn between three people.
When my mother’s reputation and their father’s vile actions
damage that love, that friendship, it changes the dynamics of our trio
setting me on a path of love, loss and impossible decisions.

Jared the beautiful rogue, who pushed her limits,
opened her eyes and owned her heart.
Their love was powerful, everlasting… until he abandoned her.
Justin, loyal and true, picked her up when she was left fragmented.
He made a place for himself in her heart and would fight to keep it.
When both twins come in and out of Meadows life,
leaving damage and hurt in their wake
will she ever choose one or the other, or leave them both without
the beats in their heart?

Author bio:

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active, I would want to change the script. I would watch films and think of ways they could of improved the story if they took another direction.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling too.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life, but when I do get down time, I love attending music concerts with my younger sister, who shares my reading soul, we are two peas in a pod.

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Shaken Series Book Blast!!!


                                                               Mature Audience Only 

**Book 1 in the Shaken Series** 

If someone asked me to describe myself using only one word, I’d tell them damaged. I’m completely broken, irreparable. On the outside, I appear beautiful and bright, but on the inside, my soul is black and empty. I haven’t always been this fragile, scared, and heartbroken woman. Nope. I had the life my peers envied; happily married parents, captain of the volleyball team, and a dangerously sexy and loving boyfriend. Then, faster than I could blink, my life went to hell in a gasoline-soaked hand basket. 

Cancer struck. The sting of death pierced my heart, and my so-called ‘loving’ boyfriend left me. Wyatt shattered my heart into a million pieces when he left, but little did he know, it wasn’t just me he walked away from. Four years later, Blake changes everything. Unlike Wyatt, Blake treasures my heart. Blake claims I’m beautifully broken, and that he can fix me, but I know differently. 

How can you put something together without all its pieces? You can’t. When Wyatt left, he took most of my heart away with him. You see, hearts are like broken glass; you can put it back together again, but it will never be the same. While I’m undeserving of Blake’s love, he deserves every bit of mine. My biggest fear is that I’ll crush his heart, just as Wyatt did mine.


**READ after Shattered and Shaken (book 1), and prior to Shattered & Mended (book 2)** 
Mature audience only 

Walking away from her was the hardest decision I ever made. Leaving her without an explanation broke us both. Our hearts have been left shattered. I could make excuses. I could lay the blame on others, but still I made the decision. I had to. It was the only way to protect the both of them. 
After all of Allie’s loss, my thought was only on her and her happiness. On her love and need for her big brother. I was replaceable, Kyle wasn’t. I wouldn’t allow him to crush her heart with his death. I knew I had follow him. I would throw myself on top of bombs, in front of bullets, whatever it took to get him home to her, alive. There are two sides to every story, and you’ve only heard one. Don’t be so quick to judge; I hate myself for what I’ve done. But all that I did, it was all for Allie. 

**READ Shattered & Shaken and All for Allie prior to Shattered & Mended, as this is the last in the series** 
Mature Audience 
My mind was made up and my decision had been made, but fate felt the need to rear her ugly head and demand control. 
Fate is guaranteed, not to be reckoned with, and she won’t be defeated. You see, she’s the author to our stories that have already been written; there’s no editing them. Try as you might, but all you’ll do is piss her off. 
When you fuck with fate’s masterpiece, tragedy strikes, death occurs, and hearts get shattered. I’ve never been one to follow the rules. So instead, I stood with arms wide open and I challenged her. I knew the possibilities of her kicking my ass were high, but I refused to back down. I invited all the heat she packed, and quickly learned my lesson… 
You don’t fuck with her. 

Born and raised in Nashville, TN, wife of one, mother of three, and chocolate fanatic! Author of Shattered and Shaken, due to release mid September. I attend nursing school full time, but in my spare time I love spending time with my family watching movies, eating junk food, and every once in a while a girls night out on the town. I enjoy reading, even though I haven’t read much since I’ve began my journey as author. I live by the motto “Live life as if you’re dying, Laugh until your stomach hurts, Love until your heart stops beating, and never judge.” Simple rules to follow. We never know what someone else is going through or what they have been through. Life is too short to be angry, unforgiving, or depressed. Each day is a gift from God that can be taken at any given moment- embrace the gift of life….

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VL Brock Cover Reveal for Seeking Nirvana

Seeking Nirvana by VL Brock
Release Date: June 16th 2014

Synopsis of Seeking Nirvana:
They say that old habits die hard, and twenty-seven year old, Kady Jenson, is about to discover how true that statement actually is.
Waking up in the hospital with a complete stranger at her bedside should have caused panic and confusion, but for a reason unknown to her, Kady finds herself drawn, and calmed by the presence of the rugged, devastatingly handsome man with the pleasant Irish brogue. It’s when she discovers that she has just woken from a four day coma, with a three year void in her memory, which spawns confusion and panic.
Kady soon comes to realize that things change with time, and not only appearances.
Not only is the sexual chemistry she once shared with her long-term boyfriend, now a long-ago memory, but Kady also begins to unconsciously fall back into unremembered habits, and with each day, the increasing sense of foreboding becomes increasingly harder to ignore.
Left on her own when her boyfriend goes on a business trip, Kady seeks help from the Irish stranger as they go on a quest together, in a race against time, to piece the puzzle together.

Love Knows No Bounds by Lorraine Britt Cover Reveal

Releasing June 18, 2014


Delaney Cooper lives in Concord, Massachusetts with her uncle and aunt, Richard and Sarah Fuller, and their son Aaron.  The family purchases and lovingly renovates and restores a historic colonial home.  Upon moving in Laney discovers something very unusual and magical about her room…and comes face to face with someone she never should have never been able to meet.  Samuel Bradford is a young man caught up in the challenges facing colonial America. Once Laney and Samuel find each other will the timeless connection be enough to save Samuel and keep them together? 



Lorraine Britt is a fourth generation Native Texan who is also immensely proud of her Louisiana heritage and solid Southern roots. As an enthusiastic lover of the written word, inspiration struck Lorraine and she began to bubble over with her own ideas. Grasping hold of her lifelong dreams, it wasn’t long before she was putting pen to paper and letting her fingers fly over a keyboard to bring her own characters to life. When she isn’t busy scribbling notes for her next idea you might find her whipping up delicious creations in the kitchen or putting miles on her car on road trip adventures. Lorraine is equally passionate about music, movies and sports. You’ll no doubt find these familiar themes woven throughout her books. Lorraine and her family currently make their home in northeast Texas.

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