Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Title: The Force of Gravity (The Force of Gravity, #1)
Author: Kelly Stevenson
Genre: New Adult Student / Teacher Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2014
"I blast the stereo in a vain attempt to drown out my thoughts. I don’t want to be thinking about him and analyzing every detail of first period. It makes me feel like a young, foolish girl, and I’m embarrassed that I can’t control the way my body reacts every time his eyes meet mine."

In a quiet town in the East Valley of Phoenix, Arizona, everything in life is seemingly perfect for eighteen-year-old Kaley Kennedy. She has loving parents, loyal friends, and is dating the hottest boy in school. With only a few months left of her senior year, she’s looking forward to an epic summer before heading off to Los Angeles for college.

Without warning, a gorgeous new math teacher interrupts Kaley’s predictable little world, challenging who she is. Suddenly, parties, dates, and Friday nights with her friends seem empty and unfulfilling as she finds herself obsessing over his every move. Desperate for something more, but determined to ignore her fierce attraction, every single relationship in her life begins to crumble by forces beyond her control. Struggling to transition from adolescence to adulthood, Kaley must choose between playing it safe or risking more than just her heart. . . .  

We arrive at the game twenty minutes early, and I slip into the restroom to check my appearance before Emily and I take our seats near the top of the bleachers. I have to admit, this is definitely the first baseball game I’m not completely dreading.

I’m scrolling through Facebook on my phone when Emily squeezes my arm.

“Kay, he’s in uniform,” she says. “Good God.”

My head jerks up, and I search the field until I spot him. Mr. Slate is carrying a clipboard while he and Coach Miller observe the players warming up.

And yes, he is in the team uniform.

Coach Miller is fit, too, but he’s never looked like *that* in uniform. The team gathers in front of the bleachers while Emily and I ogle from the stands. After they break, and the team takes the field, Mr. Slate lifts his foot onto the bench and bends over to tie his cleat.

Emily gasps. “Kaley, I love my boyfriend, but baseball pants have never hugged an ass like that before.”

Laughter explodes from me, and Mr. Slate looks up to where we’re sitting. His mysterious brown eyes penetrate mine as they peer from underneath the brim of his cap. My heart stops as he holds my gaze for a moment before turning away.

“Holy. Shit,” Emily breathes. “That was hot.”

I can’t speak, so I just nod slowly.

After the first pitch, Emily’s focus is back on Derek. She is a good and faithful girlfriend, whereas I am a shameful, distracted whore. Yes, I cheer for my boyfriend, but I’m guilty of watching Mr. Slate more than anyone else. It’s near-impossible not to. I mean, how is a girl supposed to pay attention to anything else but those damned pants? Seriously, they should be officially banned in baseball, right along with steroids.
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About the Author
Kelly Stevenson is a professional writer from Phoenix, Arizona. She has a background in journalism, psychology, theater arts, and animal science. When Kelly is not writing, she enjoys reading, horseback riding, and spending time with her family.
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Cover Reveal - Hope (Choices #3) by Sydney Lane

Coming: October 15, 2014

She's the high school softball star. He's the fraternity chaplain.

He's the good guy. She's the wild child.

Eliza Nichols has a secret. After one night, one mistake, she throws away her softball career, walking away from everything she loves. Broken and damaged, the last thing she needs is someone making her question everything she's done.

No one has ever made her want to be so good.

Declan White is the stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him with the girl of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he is without losing himself. Eliza might just be what he needs. 

No one has ever made him want to be so bad.

When these two get together, their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment can change the rest of your life. You can accept it... or you can hope for something more.
Declan's POV

I've learned to disappear. Over the last few months, I've perfected the art of avoidance. Quincy wants to apologize. Brody wants to apologize. Everybody's sorry about what happened.

Apology not accepted.

There's not a damn thing, not one word, that either of them could say to make me feel any better. The old me would have pushed the pain aside, ignoring my own feelings, to do whatever it took to make things right. Well, I'm not that guy anymore.

I can't stomach the pity on Brody's face, that misplaced concern, too little, too late. I don't want his pity. I just want to punch him in the face, but it still wouldn't be enough. Accepting his apology would allow him to breathe a little easier, and he doesn't deserve it.

And Quincy. Just thinking about her twists the knife in my gut. It's not that I don't believe her when she says she's sorry. It's just that I don't need her apology. I need her.
Liza's POV

"Hey, I need to go. You want me to walk you home?" I can tell by the expression on his face that he really means 'walk me home' when he says that. It's not code for 'wanna go get freaky?' like I'm used to.

Home? No. That is not what I want. I see Jerk-off weaving his way through the crowd, looking for me, and I grab Declan's hand, pulling him along behind me. All of a sudden, a night on that guy's couch with a few minutes of rutting no longer appeals to me.

"Let's go!" I yell over my shoulder, wishing he was asking something different but knowing it's for the best. I head straight for the stairs, the loud music and heat pressing in on me.

I push open the large metal doors, taking a deep breath as we step out into the warm night air. It's after midnight, and this isn't how my nights usually end.

Releasing his hand, I begin walking in the direction of my dorm. I walk quickly, turning the corner into an alley, not even sure he's still following me. I'm startled when he reaches for my shoulder, stopping me, and steps in front of me.

"Liza, is something wrong? I didn't mean..." He rubs his hand over his dark, cropped hair once more as he takes a step back.

"It's fine. I'm just drunk and need to get out of here." I'm defensive. Rejection settles in the pit of my stomach. It's not something I'm used to, and I hate it. I mean really, really hate it.

"Liza." His voice is low and steady but commanding. I look up, finding him just as conflicted as I am. He takes two small steps, closer to me, and I back up, until my back is against the hard concrete wall. When he's standing directly in front of me, his chest heaving and his voice breathless, he whispers, "I'm going to be naughty now."

He leans down, a hand tilting my chin up to his. For a moment, the world stands still, and then, his mouth crashes into mine, his hands find my waist and lift me up, pressing my back into the wall. It's hard, and sexy, and raw, and I can't fight it. I don't want to.

I raise my legs, wrapping them shamelessly around his waist, unable to get close enough. His hardness fits tightly against me, the friction pure torture. I'm aware that my skirt is above my hips and someone could see us at any moment, but I can't make myself care.

There's nothing but his tongue, pushing its way into my mouth, his fingers gripping my thighs, and his heart pounding against mine. Nothing but him.

Wrapping my hands around his neck, I deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing together, desperate, hungry for more. He groans, devouring my lips with his own. Abruptly, he pulls away, leaving me stunned as our chests heave between us. Staring into each other's eyes for several long moments, we struggle to catch our breaths.

He breaks the silence first. "How did I do?" His mouth is so close to mine, the words vibrate across my lips, his lips teasing mine.


"Do you wanna go somewhere?" This time, I know he means something different. And this... this is what I can handle.

Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After spending an outrageous amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by day, her alter ego is an author by night. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.


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Red (Believe #1) by Trista Jaszczak Blog Tour

*This novel contains strong sexual content, mature language, and mild violence. This is not one of your mama’s fairytales.*

Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 

Samantha Wentworth has one mission in life: to get as far away as she possibly can from her troubled past. When she finds herself on the Louisiana bayou, she runs straight into the arms of a very sexy Big Bad Wolf that she just can’t seem to resist. Will Samantha continue on her journey, or does the full moon have other plans in store for her?
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I begin biting tenderly down her neck in a way that leaves only tiny little marks but enough to make her groan with pleasure. I use my strength to lift her upwards as I move my mouth down her body. She tugs at my hair as I clamp my teeth down on one of her nipples. She releases another moan, and her breathing becomes choppy as I work my way down her core, kissing, biting, licking, and unable to control myself. I finally find myself in a squat position. I quickly adjust Red’s legs over my shoulders, and I feel her shake. Everything in me wants to have her, every single piece of her right this minute. I need her. Not to just satisfy the raw animal craving that has built up inside me, but because I need every piece of the one thing that I ever wanted and needed so badly. I slow my kisses past her belly button and move to her inner thighs. I look up at her and her eyes catch my gaze. She’s breathing heavily, her legs begin to tremble more as I steady her against the wall. I drop to my knees to maintain my own balance. When my mouth finally latches to her, letting my tongue do the work for me, she releases a noise filled with such intense pleasure that there’s no going back. I need her even more now.

Trista Jaszczak (jazz-ick) is the bestselling author of Little Red (Believe book I) and Loverboy. She is a devoted Air Force spouse and mother to two mischievous and rambunctious little girls. She is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls home wherever the Air Force sends her. She currently resides in Anchorage, Alaska where she finds endless inspiration in the pure Alaskan wilderness. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time with her family in the vast Alaskan outdoors, plucking away at her old guitar or working on self-improvement in the gym. She loves the outdoors, the moon, old movies and music.

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Pretending He’s You ♥ Cover Reveal

Title: Pretending He's You (Nashville Nights, #4)
Author: Stacey Mosteller
Release Date: October 22, 2014
Cover Photography & Design by Sara Eirew @Sara Eirew Photographer & Designer
Olivia Barrett’s always had a weakness for bad boys and Tyler Chamberlain is no exception. His tattoos, his piercings, and even the fact that he has a girlfriend doesn’t keep her away. Interested in Tyler since she first saw him pick up a guitar, she’s been trying to find ways to be with him for years. He’s the one Livvie runs to when she needs a friend, the one who makes her laugh and holds her when she needs to cry. Unfortunately, they are never single at the same time and sneaking around is getting old. Now, tired of making bad decisions, Livvie’s making changes. Her friends are all starting to grow up and she doesn’t want to be left behind. Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she's’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school. The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa. Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?    
He makes me so mad! It’s my birthday, and instead of celebrating with my boyfriend, I’m at home, fuming over the stupid shit he always does. Emmett knows today is my birthday, but instead of making plans to spend the night with me, he’s with his teammates. I mean, come on! I bailed on plans with SB, Jess and Lily tonight to spend time with my boyfriend. I was actually planning on giving up my virginity tonight…I figured hell, I’m eighteen now, I’m an adult, sex is my decision right? Wrong, apparently. My bedroom door shuts behind me and I whirl around, thinking he’s followed me in, but no, of course not. It’s Tyler, Chris’s friend and old bandmate. A guy I’ve had a crush on since he started coming around when he first moved to Nashville from London. Looking over at him in shock, because I really didn’t expect to see him, or anyone here tonight. My parents aren’t home, which is par for the course, and my brother…oh shit! Chris is home on leave so that means the rest of the old band is here too. They always hang out and play when he’s home. “What’s wrong Livvie-girl?” His softly spoken words, in the accent that’s not as pronounced as it was the first time I met him, saying the nickname he gave me, bring tears to my eyes. Turning back away from him, not wanting him to see me cry, not over something as stupid as my boyfriend having an away game on my birthday. Trust me, I know the way I’m acting is selfish, but it just feels like everyone has abandoned me this year. My parents are out of town, my boyfriend refused to blow off his game, and I can’t beg my friends to hang out with me because I already told them what my plans were for tonight. If I call any of them, they’ll just feel sorry for me. Tyler’s hands land on my shoulders, squeezing gently before he turns me back around to face him. The concern in his eyes unravels me; I just want to be close to someone, to feel like someone cares. I collapse into his chest, crying softly while he strokes my hair, murmuring sweet words to comfort me. We only stand like this for a few minutes, just until I can get my emotions under control. “Are you ready to tell me what has you so upset, love?” He tips my chin up so I’m looking into his eyes, but I don’t want him to see just how messed up I am tonight. I just want to forget everything, forget how cheated I feel. Tonight was supposed to be the night…my eighteenth birthday, the first time I go “all the way” - which sounds really corny by the way. We’ve done everything but the actual deed so I shouldn’t feel so cheated. It’s just, I’m tired of being one of the only ones in my group of friends who hasn’t done it yet. It’s just SarahBeth and me and she’s waiting for someone who will never, ever notice her like that. I don’t want to end up like her, alone and pining for someone I can’t have. I can’t say any of that to Tyler though, so I just say, “I’m just upset because I’m spending my birthday alone.” There, that should suffice. I shouldn’t have to elaborate on those words. Besides, now that I’m in here, in my room…alone with a boy, a boy that I’ve always wanted to be alone with, I’m getting ideas. Ones I shouldn’t act on, but I’m angry, still feeling the sting of rejection from Emmett refusing to blow off his game. “Ahh,” he says knowingly, “your birthday? How old are you now?” He tilts his head sideways, studying me as he waits for my answer. My smile turns wicked as I trail a finger down his chest, then his really nice abs, stopping just above the snap on his jeans. Looking up at him, I breathe the word, “Eighteen.” His light brown eyes darken until I’m almost unable to tell where his pupils end and the color begins. This so isn’t me, but I like the effect I’m having on him. “Mmmm, that’s a good age, Livvie-girl,” he says, his voice suddenly much deeper. I know I’m playing with fire, but I just can’t help myself. Tyler rubs his thumb against my bottom lip, prompting me to touch the tip of my tongue against it. His indrawn breath makes me feel powerful, like I’m doing something naughty when I shouldn’t be. Which of course, I am. Technically, I have a boyfriend…at least I think I still do. I’m not really sure because I told him that if he didn’t blow off the game, he shouldn’t call me again. It’s not the first time I’ve made the threat and I’ve never followed through with it before, but Tyler’s finally paying me attention. I’ve wanted him to notice me since the day I met him, the broken boy who’d just lost his mom and moved in with a father who didn’t know he’d existed until the day his mom’s will was read. I’m feeling reckless and bold, and I’m not sure if it’s because it’s him or my birthday, or just the idea that I’m doing something I’m not supposed to be. I talk a lot of shit, but deep down, I’m really a good girl. Always doing what my parents tell me, never really getting into trouble. Up to this point, the only rebellious thing I’ve done is putting a bright red streak in my dark hair. My parents freaked about that one until I assured them it was temporary - even though it’s not. Tyler’s free hand strokes down my arm leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake before settling on my waist. The warmth of his hand seeps through my light shirt and into my skin as I stretch up on my toes to brush my mouth against his briefly. His hand tightens as the other moves from my chin around to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair and holding my head still. Before I can ask what he’s doing, his mouth lands on mine, kissing me roughly. I’ve never been kissed this way, and when I don’t push him away, he pulls back just enough to trace the seam of my lips with his tongue, silently asking for acceptance. I don’t even think of denying him, opening immediately and sucking his tongue into my mouth. He growls, pulling me harder against him and letting me feel his obvious erection against my stomach. I’ve made out with a few guys, but none of them have ever made me feel like this. I feel like I’m freezing and burning up all at the same time. Tyler knows exactly how to touch me to make my body ignite, and I’m wondering why I bother with high school boys when the older ones are so much better.   Nashville Nights series
Never Wanted More (Nashville Nights #0.5):
Save Me From Myself (Nashville Nights #1):
Everything I Shouldn’t (Nashville Nights #2):
Everything I Need (Nashville Nights #3):
Also by Stacey Mosteller
Second Chances
Author Bio
  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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