Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Very Twisted Things by Ilsa Madden Mills Cover Reveal!

Series: Briarcrest Academy #3 (all novels are standalones)
Release Date: February 2015
Cover Model: Drew Leighty
Genre: Hot New Adult for 18+
A sassy violinist who lives next door. An obsessed rock star who watches her through binoculars. And one night when she bares it all. Life will never be the same in Tinseltown.
Description: Vital Rejects front guy Sebastian Tate never imagined his YouTube music video would go viral, sky-rocketing him to acting success in Hollywood. Okay, maybe he did. After all, he’s a cocky dude who knows he’s hot-as-hell, and it was only a matter of time before his stars aligned. But life in Tinseltown is never what it seems. After being cheated on, his only rule to falling in love is simple: Keep Calm and Don’t Do It. Spying on his mysterious new neighbor with binoculars seems innocent enough, but quickly escalates into an erotic game between two very unlikely people. Twenty-year-old Violet St. Lyons is a world-renowned violinist who's lost her mojo on stage. She hides away in a Hollywood mansion, trying to find her way through her twisted past in order to make her future. He’s the life of the party with girls chasing him down for his autograph. She’s the introvert with a potty mouth who doesn’t even know who he is. When they meet, stars collide, sparks fly, and clothes come off. Yet, giving his heart to a girl isn’t Sebastian’s plan; falling for a guy who craves attention isn’t Violet’s. Welcome to Briarcrest Academy—Hollywood style—where sometimes the best things in life are VERY TWISTED THINGS.  
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 Prologue:   “Then he came along, and like a twisted piece of metal that’s burned beyond recognition, I emerged from the fire. Different. Changed.” –from the journal of Violet St. Lyons   This wasn’t happening. Clad in a pair of red lacy bikini underwear—his favorite—I sipped on tequila—not my favorite—and glared at Sebastian Tate, sexy rock star and billboard model. Wearing low-slung jeans and nothing else, he paced around my chair in tight circles, his tall frame blocking most of my vision, the lion tattoo on his back heaving as he took deep breaths. Blonde and sporting faint stubble on his chiseled jawline, he looked like the heartbreaker the tabloids said he was. Bad, bad boy. But, oh, so good. He sent me a hard look. Pissed. From my living room in the Hollywood Hills, I gazed out the window at the Santa Monica Mountains, my eyes everywhere except on the glossy nude photos he clutched in his hand. Of me. Of him. Of us. He swiveled his ice-blue eyes at me. Earlier today they’d burned with another kind of fire, but things change fast in Tinseltown. “These will be in the papers. Get ready,” he said, tossing down the pictures on the table, making me cringe. I gazed down at them, my eyes lingering over one of us on my patio, him on his knees with his mouth between my legs as my body arched in ecstasy. My skin burned at the memory, echoes of the passion we’d shared—and now everyone in the world would see. My family. The society people in New York. The board of directors for the orphanage. My stomach heaved at the thought, bile threatening to rise up. Another caught my eye, this one a full color close-up of me crying black mascara tears as I played my violin. Nude. It looked depressing as hell although in truth it had been love that made me emotional. “Remind me to pass on the make-up next time. And to not have sex outdoors. Obviously,” I said, forcing my shoulders to move in a nonchalant shrug like I didn’t care, but he knew the truth. I was devastated by these. And so was he. Because we weren’t supposed to be together. He said my name in that husky voice of his, the one that made me crazy, the one that made me want to rip his clothes off. “Violet—” “Stop,” I said, clenching my fists. Because whatever he had to say didn’t matter. These pictures ruined us, ensuring that he’d leave me for her, the beautiful Bubble named Blair. Bubble, bubble, bubble. I wanted to pop her. Why did I always come last with him? I stood and faced him, tossing back the last of my shot. “First off, I wish we’d never met.” I held my hand up. “No. Wait. I don’t wish that because then I wouldn’t know Spider or Mila. I—I wish I’d never fallen in love with you. Loving means losing. Always. And I was stupid to forget it. I may have to sell this house and move to another freaking country to get away from you, but I’ll do it. I’ve done it before.” I sucked in a breath. “I’ll be fine without you.” Lie. I would likely end up drunk on Mexican tequila, nursing what was left of my heart. He closed his eyes, a dazed expression on his face as if my words crushed him. “We were doomed from the very start,” I reminded him. “You want to be a star, and all I want is you.” He stopped his pacing, a muscle jerking in his cheek as he leaned down until his nose was level with mine. “Then this is goodbye, Violet? You’re giving up on us already?” Did I hear a break in his voice? Impossible. “If I don’t say goodbye first, then someone else will.” Truth. He’d never be mine, simply because he didn’t belong with me. I was a washed-up freak who had nothing but a mansion and a Maserati; he belonged on the silver screen with a pretty starlet on his arm. We were over. Kaput. I smiled, a bitter thing, and sashayed past him, enjoying the hiss of breath when I let my hand drift over his crotch. “This moment is begging for a soundtrack, don’t you think?” I said, coming to stop by the stereo system and cranking up Kurt Kobain’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. Holding my hands up in the horns rocking out signal, I bobbed my head to the beat while he watched, anger flickering across his face. I danced and twirled around, closing my eyes, the music vibrating through my body, my fingers itching for my violin. Bam! My eyes flew open. He’d strode over to me and clicked the stereo off, chest still heaving. He shoved his hands in my hair and dragged my face to his, and I groaned at the fire that blazed in my body. I felt the warm heat of his skin and pressed closer and inhaled. He smelled like bourbon and sex—a rock star’s diet—and I panted, cursing myself at the same time. How would I ever get over him? He pressed his thumbs across my mouth. Gentle. But his voice was cold. “You can’t wait to high-tail it back to Manhattan to your lawyer boyfriend, can you?” “I plead the fifth,” I said, staring at his full lips. I licked my own. “But you can kiss me goodbye if you want. I don’t mind.” We stared at each other until he exhaled heavily and put his back to me, his muscles as taut as the guitar strings he played. He verged on breaking. Yeah, well, welcome to my world. Yet at the same time, I reached my hand out to him. Stupid hand. But of course, he didn’t see it. “So long, V,” he said soft as a whisper, staring at the ground as if I was breaking his heart, when all along it was the other way around. He took a step from me, then another, then another, until finally, he was nothing but a speck. I clutched my chest and wanted to fall to the ground and rail on it. Alone. Again. But tough girls like me didn’t cry over black-hearted boys. Although in his defense, I owed him a thank you for saving me. To show you, I’d have to start at the beginning, the day I lost everything.   © Ilsa Madden-Mills, NYT and USA Today bestselling author --Unedited and may change before publication Available Now on Amazon Very Bad Things Very Wicked Beginnings Very Wicked Things Author Bio New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.   She spends her days with two small kids, one neurotic cat, and one husband. She collects magnets and rarely cooks except to bake her own pretzels.   When she's not crafting a story, you can find her drinking too much Diet Coke, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash.   She loves to hear from readers and fellow authors.   ★ Sign up for her newsletter★   Receive a FREE Briarcrest Academy novella ($2.99 value) plus get insider info and exclusive giveaways!   Want to join her BA Street Team on Facebook? 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Easy Virtue - Mia Asher Release Blitz

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Are you ready for Blaire?

Amazon US: TBD
Amazon UK:  TBD
Barnes & Noble:

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Love is selfish...

My name is Blaire.
I'm the bad girl.
The other woman.
The one who never gets the guy in the end.

I'm the gold digger.
The bitch.
The one no one roots for.
The one you love to hate.

I hate myself too...

Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?  

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Well ladies and gents, Mia Asher strikes again! To say I was a little excited to be reviewing Easy Virtue by the talented Mia Asher, is an understatement (excuse me while I have a FanGirl moment). I have been waiting patiently for another smash hit from Mia since reading Arsen last year and let me tell ya, she hit this one out of the park. 

Blaire is a very interesting lead female character. Her actions in this story made me love to hate her. She is a very materialistic person, who learns at a young age that she can use her looks to get what she wants in life and it isn’t love. To most, she seems like she has it all figured out, but there are many layers that she doesn’t let anyone see, until Ronan. Oh my sweet, sexy loveable Ronan, I just loved him. Every single, little thing about him was magical and the way he treated Blaire and got under her skin to make her feel, ughhh he is just so dreamy (yes, I said dreamy). I felt so happy for them when they were together, like she finally was breaking through her walls. 

Then, there is Lawrence, “dun dun duh!” At first he comes off as an arrogant prick that assumes he knows what Blaire wants and that he is the man that can give it to her. He is a straight shooter, which is a quality I like in a character, but the arrogance, yuck! When Blaire makes the decision to meet up with him, things got interesting... I think our man Lawrence may have a few layers to his self as well. 

This book is everything I love in a good story --- twists, turns, love, lust, heart ache and complete WTF moments. I can’t wait to see where Mia takes on this amazing journey. This is a must read, 5 brilliant stars from me! 

Reviewed by Tonya N @ Eye Candy Bookstore

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About the Author:
Mia Asher
My name is Mia Asher.
I'm a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy - but who isn't?

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Hansel Part 4 Blog Tour!

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Barnes & Noble: TBD
iTunes: TBD

*Hansel Part 4 is the final installment in this erotic fairy tale. Full disclosure: it's a dark read. If you don't enjoy mind-bending stories with disturbing twists, this story may not be for you. *

RELEASE DATE:  December 1st, 2014

Hansel #4 by Ella James
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They were captives who shared a wall, and cut a hole in it so they could hold each other's hands. Until he killed their captor, Mother. Then he disappeared, and as the world swooped in to save the Children locked away in Mother's house, the girl called Gretel became...lost. No breadcrumbs.

Finding Hansel, years later, is the shock of Leah McKenzie's adult life. Finding out how far she'll go for him - that's no surprise.

Leah's given Hansel - Lucas, he says it is - every piece of herself. And he's been both cruel and kind.

What they share is dangerous.
What they feel is dark.
Their history is twisted.
Their hearts already broken.  
And that's before the secrets are revealed.
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My pulse quickens as I see a long lump on the bed farthest from where I’m standing.
For a moment, I think I hear him talking in his sleep.  
For a moment, I think of sliding under the covers with him, just to enjoy the irony. We’re sleeping with a wall between us tonight, but instead of a hole he sawed, there’s a door he left propped open. For once, we can actually reach each other.
But he said he didn’t want your company.
I exercise my will power and tip-toe slowly around the hotel bed, so I’m standing right beside his sleeping form.
At least I think he’s sleeping.
His cheek is pressed against the pillow, and his unhurt hand is curled into a fist up near his chin.
I’m fighting the urge to touch him, battling the forbidden desire to lean down close enough so I can brush my lips over his damp hair. From where I’m standing, I can smell the shampoo he used. It’s fruity; sweet. It’s so at odds with his big, rugged body. As if to make me want him more, he shifts his hips a little, and the sheet covering his chest slips down, revealing huge shoulders, smooth, hard pecs, and the upper portion of his incredible abs.
Oh my.
That’s a lot of muscle there.
I take a step back, feeling exhilarated because he’s beautiful, and I’m a bad, bad girl for sneaking in to watch him sleep.
That’s when his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist.
I let out a little cry as he jerks me toward the bed. Then he’s sitting up. His hands close around my waist and I’m dragged atop his sheet-covered lap. He strokes up from my hips, over my sides, and over my bare shoulders, tickling my neck before he gets a firm grip on my face.  
“What did I tell you,” he hisses, “about coming into my room?”

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The Hansel Series Reading Order

HANSEL (Book One)

HANSEL #2  (Book Two)

HANSEL #3 (Book Three)

HANSEL #4 (Book Three)
Amazon:  TBD
iTunes: TBD

About the Author:
Ella James
Ella James is a USA Today bestselling romance author. Her books have appeared on numerous bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 25 overall; two were listed among Amazon's Top 100 Bestselling Young Adult Ebooks in 2012. To find out more about Ella's projects and get dates on upcoming releases, you can stalk her on the following social media sites:

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Living A Beautiful War (Bantorus MC #8) by Debra Kayn Release

Title: Living A Beautiful War
Series: Bantorus MC #8
Author: Debra Kayn
Publish Date: December 3, 2014
Wild women, good times, and easy rides allow Ink to hide the emotional ties he has with Lilly, the daughter of the president of Bantorus Motorcycle Club. With two warnings to stay away from Lilly on his record, his addiction swings wildly out of control and he can no longer bury the past. Either he's going to lose his club or Lilly will break up her family, and that will destroy them both.

Lilly's forbidden love for Ink has survived her childhood straight to adulthood. The more she fights for both of them, the closer she comes to finding out what is keeping Ink from claiming her. This time, she wonders if it wouldn't be best to point her boots toward Pitnam and live the rest of her life knowing she'll never have the one man she loves.

With Silver Girls under Lilly's management, the Moroad MC taking favors from Bantorus, and the militia's orders skyrocketing, Ink's time is running out. He's living a beautiful war full of addictions, rules, and heartbreak, and the only one who can save him is Lilly.

—Each Bantorus MC novel features a new couple with their own happily ever after—

Ink closed the door and kept his distance. Her lungs compressed, making breathing difficult. She sucked in air. She'd already ripped out her heart and laid it at his feet, offering to give up everything to be with him.
He'd pushed her away.
She'd learned her lesson.
He continued to look at her without saying a word. She left the security of the wall and walked. Six feet away from him, he hooked his fingers under her belt and whirled her around until she caught herself against his chest.
A broad, solid chest.
A warm, tatted chest.
A chest holding a wildly beating heart that pulsed against the palms of her hands.
"No," she whispered, unsure if the words made it past her lips.
His pained gaze called to her. "Need you."
"You can't," she said, growing stronger.
If he couldn't save himself, she'd protect him. He was strong, too strong, and because of that strength, he had no idea what was bad for him.
The club wouldn't allow him to make another mistake or they'd strip him of his patches, and he'd be gone. She had to make sure he stayed away from her to keep him in her life.
"It's my risk," he whispered. "Give me a little, Ace. You're killing me."
The nickname he only used when alone with her tipped her off balance. He'd called her Ace since she was fourteen and had slipped him two cards during a poker game. Nobody had caught her, and he'd won a lot of money from the other bikers. The shared smile he gave her after the game thrilled her. The secret they held was not the last one they'd keep.
He leaned down, lowering his chin. Even with her high-heeled boots on, she stretched to her toes to get closer. She moistened her lips, caught between running away and throwing her arms around him.
"Stop thinking shit." His husky, low voice soothed her. "We've never been able to fight this."

Top Selling Romance Author, Debra Kayn lives with her family at the foot of the Bitterroot Mountains in beautiful Northern Idaho. She enjoys riding motorcycles, playing tennis, fishing, photography, and creating chaos for the men in the garage.

Her love of family ties and laughter makes her a natural to write heartwarming contemporary stories to the delight of her readers. Oh, let's cut to the chase. She loves to write about real men and the women who love them.

When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were...will you have my babies? Considering Debra's weakness for a sexy, badass man, who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she's living her own unbelievable romance book.