Monday, July 28, 2014

Blog Tour Jolted by Alyne Roberts

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Blond Girl Thinking

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Expected publication: July 22nd 2014

“Sometimes, something jolts you out of everything you have ever known, and it isn’t possible to go back to the way things were.”
Kallie Adam’s life is turned upside down when she loses her first love. When she can’t handle the pressure of her overbearing life anymore, she runs away. Kallie has always been forced to live up to everyone’s expectations. When Kallie meets Ryder, she sees an opportunity to break out of the good girl life she always led.
Ryder Brooks has his own secrets and knows he is no good for the girl that showed up out of nowhere. He will only ruin her, like he ruins everything, but he can’t help wondering what she is running from. Ryder makes Kallie feel things she thought she would never feel again. Will he help Kallie heal or be her undoing? They will soon realize they have more in common than they knew, enough to keep them apart.

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Jolted begins as the story of what happens after college is over for Kallie and Carter. Both children of affluent families no with college degrees, their possibilities are limitless. That is until tragedy strikes. Kallie has to learn how to navigate life without Carter. Her family is of no help, so she runs. She lands in a small town and finds a new life with Ryder and his sister Scarlett. Everything is going great until Kallie is one again Jolted back to her old life.
Author Arlyne Roberts takes the reader on Kallie's emotional roller coaster of finding who she really is and who she really wants to be. Each paragraph will leaving you wanting more of the story. I couldn't put this book down until I finished it! Excellent writing, excellent story, wonderful and deep characters with purpose.

Valerie for Eye Candy Bookstore *****stars
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The one story building was brick and had no windows. A neon open sign hung in the glass door. This must be a bar, but I had no other options and was not about to start driving aimlessly looking for a more family-friendly place to eat alone. I parked and entered the building.
The smell of smoke and beer met me. A long bar lined the wall with bottles of liquor filling the shelves behind it. Low hung lights with green shades gave the place little lighting. Several guys played pool in the back corner. Several other men stopped to look at me from the tables scattered around the room.
I took a deep breath and made my way to the bartender, who was watching me from the bar. The older man had graying hair and looked slightly overweight. I tried to ignore the fact that I looked like an alien in here, with my stark white dress, expensive purse, jewelry and high heels clicking on the weathered tile. I took the barstool directly in front of the bartender, feeling eyes watch me the whole way there.
“Lost?” he asked bluntly.
“And very hungry sir,” I said meekly and embarrassed.
He gave me a sad smile and handed me a sheet of laminated paper they called a menu. After quickly scanning through, I ordered a burger and fries. I anxiously played with the charms of my bracelet while waiting for my food to come. I could feel the eyes burning into my back, but the voices picked back up as I no longer was the center of attention.
I couldn’t tell if it was dark out yet from inside the dark and dingy bar. I almost laughed when I thought of my mother’s reaction if she knew where I was, instead of her well-planned party. I never went out to bars and partied like my classmates did. I stayed in, concentrated on my studies and watched as Chloe and the girls got ready to head out for nights of fun and drinking. I didn’t imagine this would be the kind of bar they would go to, though.
My food arrived and I slowly ate the burger to stall from having to start the drive home. Driving in the dark on the winding country roads was the last thing I wanted to do. After all, I know how dangerous that could be. Maybe Carter would be sitting on my patio with me right now if it had been daylight for his drive home. Maybe I wouldn’t be in this smokey bar alone.
I slid my card to the bartender when he took my empty plate. “Do you want to start a tab?” he asked me.
“For drinks?” I asked, like I have never been in a bar before. “Yes,” I answered quickly to cover my embarrassment. I could at least try to look like I know what I am doing and remotely blend in. I grabbed my ID from my purse and slid it across the bar.
“What can I get you then, sweetie?” He tucked my card under the register.
“Scotch. On the rocks,” rolled off my tongue before even thinking. I had no idea what I was thinking. I saw it in so many movies and commercials, it seemed like the right thing to say.
The bartender tried to hide his laugh and shook his head. Taking a bottle from the shelves behind him, he filled a glass and slid it in front of me. The smell burned my nose as I lifted it to my lips. He watched me curiously as I inhaled a deep breath. I took a long drink from the glass to keep up my rouse.
The liquid burned my throat like I swallowed flames. I instantly started coughing and shaking my head to clear the burn. I kept my eyes down on the ice cubes in my glass to avoid looking at the bartender. Surely, he must know how deep over my head I am by now.
“Hey, Hank,” came from a voice from next to me, drawing the worried man away from me.
“Ryder,” he said back to the voice while popping the top off a beer bottle and sliding it across the bar. I didn’t even hear him ask for one.
I rolled the glass around in my hands and kept my gaze down. I just wanted to crawl up in a hole and hide from here, this bar, and home and my family. But, I currently have no where to hide that’s not any of those places.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” I heard in a deep voice near my ear.
I looked up quickly to see the guy, named Ryder, sliding over to the stool next to me. His eyes traveled from my high heels, up my bare legs and the rest of my body before landing on my face. I wanted to cringe away from his look, but my body made no moves. I could almost feel his eyes moving up my skin.
Even with an empty and broken heart, my mind could not ignore that the face in front of mine was striking. Black hair spiked in every direction. His pointed jaw and high cheekbones brought all your attention to piercing, dark brown eyes. Some stubble on his chin made him look older, but his broad shoulders and wide chest showed a body of someone younger. He raised one eyebrow at me, reminding me he asked a question.
“Um…no. I’m not,” I stuttered, turning away from his handsome face. He was opposite of Carter in almost every way. I could see him still watching me from the corner of my eye, so I took another drink to break the tension. My body shuddered as the Scotch burned it’s way down.
“Hank, Mojito,” he called out, slamming his hand on the bar.
Hank slid a tall glass with mint leaves and a clear liquid inside. I turned to look at Ryder in shock as he slid the Scotch away from me and downed the rest.
“This is better. Trust me,” he said, sliding the glass closer to me.
In utter curiosity, I took a small sniff. The smell of citrus and mint was a delightful contrast to the previous drink.
“Thank you,” I said, bringing the drink to my lips. The drink burned when swallowed, but then was washed away with the freshness of mint, lime and bubbles.
“Ryder,” the stranger said, sticking out his hand. His eyes shined bright with amusement and something that looked almost daring, like he was challenging me.
“Kallie,” I answered, putting my hand in his. His large hand covered mine. It was rough and instantly warmed my whole body.I have an obsession with owls.

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  • I make homemade wine, and drink it.
  • I love watermelon and anything flavored or scented watermelon.
  • I have a dog and a cat. They are my kids.
  • I have 5 tattoos and need more.
  • I’m a Mac person, I have no idea how to use anything Windows.
  • If I could live in any state it would be Georgia.
  • I am scared of spiders and big fish.
  • On the first day of sixth grade, I walked into the boys bathroom. Most embarrassing moment.
  • My favorite candy is skittles.
  • I never eat breakfast in the morning, but can eat if for dinner everyday of the week.
  • I have ridiculously naturally long nails.
  • I collected clowns when I was a kid. I have over 100 in my bedroom. No one wanted to come over for sleepovers.
  • My sister and my husband are my best friends.
  • If I won the lottery, I would own every Mustang model ever made.
  • I have never had stiches or broken a bone in my life [knock on wood]
  • Unless you count the time I knocked out both my front teeth. [They are fixed now]
  • I am a famous singer, in my shower.
  • I used to have a motorcycle until I dropped it. I traded it in for a 4-wheeler. I guess I’m too small to hold up a bike.
  • I choose Coke over Pepsi and Miller Light over Bud Light.

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AlyneRoberts
Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, dog and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching TV marathons. She loves coffee, animals and country music.

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Blog Tour Package - Figure Eight (A Celt Knot #2) by Cassy Roop


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Figure Eight- A strong, secure knot that jams under pressure.

He was betrayed by the one person to loosen the knots of his control.

She sacrificed her love to protect him.

Blackmailed into destroying the man she desperately fell in love with, Ashley (Carter) Woodson tries desperately to cling to hope that Dominic will one day understand her reasons for her betrayal and stop the one person determined to keep them apart.

False accusations send Dominic Michaels into a legal battle involving The Celtic Knot and emotional turmoil from the devastation that Ashley caused him. The battle between his head and his heart makes picking up the pieces of his life difficult while he fights to escape the haunting memories of the only woman to break his control.

When outside forces conspire against them, will Dominic be able to unravel the ropes on his heart to trust Ashley again? 

What happens when love exists on the edge between finished and infinity?
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“No! I want you to look into my eyes when you come. I want to see the moment your body comes undone through your eyes. I am the one who does this to you, I am the one who knows every single place on and in your body that drives you wild. He will not give you that.”

I unleashed myself then, grinding into her so hard that her ass started to scoot backward on the sink. I saw it in her eyes the moment her body gave up to me. It sent a primal, gut wrenching feeling through me as she screamed out my name and her tight little pussy clamped down around me. Her voice carried acoustically throughout the bathroom and it sent me flying over the edge. I pumped my seed into her in the biggest, longest climax I had ever had. It felt like I kept coming and coming until there was finally nothing left for my cock to give. I collapsed my head to her chest, as she remained stark still upon the counter.

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Cassy Roop has got me hooked.  I love that this series is about the world of BDSM but isn't at the same time. It is a great story with amazingly deep characters. It has some detailed hot scenes but they are not the main focus. I have laughed and cried and been at the edge of my seat throughout this book. The book is long enough to develop the story and still leaves you with a cliffhanger. I can't wait for the next book. Ashley and Nic deserve that HEA after all they have gone through so I hope they get it. I'm also hoping that Kelly and Knox get more depth too! I would love to see how their story develops.

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Cassy is a work at home mom where she spends her days surrounded by children running her in-home daycare. She loves to cook, read and spend her nights and weekends being a Les Mills group fitness instructor. She has been a lover of all things romance from a very early age. She hopes and dreams that everyone can receive their happy ever after. A good ol country girl at heart, she was born and raised in Arkansas and now resides in Charlottesville, Virginia with her husband and three young children.






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Blog Tour - Going the Distance by Christa Cervone

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Life has been a roller coaster for Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega. From surviving a hellish childhood, to reuniting with his lost brother, only to hit the struggle of helping him battle his drug addiction. Boxing saved Gabriel’s life, and just when his career hits the fast track, he finally finds love with Salem; at least for a short time. 

Social differences, obligations, and misguided good intentions tore Gabriel and Salem apart before they could ever really get started.

Will Gabriel be able to save his brother from the whirlpool of addiction that threatens to drag him under? Is Salem capable of breaking away from the ropes that bind her to doing what’s expected rather than what and whom she desires? Can Gabriel convince Salem that their mutual feelings are worth fighting for, and that together, they will be able to go the distance?

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PROLOGUE

As Salem drives away, Gabriel and Jason fade into the darkness. She drives and drives, as if on autopilot, until she comes to a stop at a traffic light. She realizes that her palms are sweaty from holding the steering wheel so tightly, and each tear that hits her cheeks stings as it rolls down her face. Say, what are you doing? Turn the damn car around. Go to him. Tell him how you feel. She looks up into the rearview mirror as her inner dialogue plays through her head. No, Salem! You’re doing the right thing; you already have feelings for him, and if you continue down this road, someone is going to get hurt.

A loud honk brings her back to reality. Looking up at the traffic light, she realizes it’s now turning red for a second time. The car behind her revs its engine and pulls up next to her. “Why don’t you pay attention? You dumb bitch!” the driver yells angrily, then cuts in front of her car and runs the red light.

She’s still shaken from Gabriel’s dismissal of her. “Pull yourself together,” she wipes the tears away. “It’s not like the two of you would ever work, anyways. He did you a favor.”

The light turns green and Salem proceeds through the intersection, managing to make it home without further incident. She’s greeted by Jocelyn, who’s sitting on the couch watching an episode of Revenge. “I didn’t expect you home tonight, or I would’ve waited to watch this.”

Salem stands at the top of the stairs in silence. She’s disheveled; her typically creamy, porcelain skin is blotchy, and her puffy, bloodshot eyes are a dead giveaway that she’s been crying. “What the hell happened?!” Jocelyn kicks the blanket off of her lap and rushes to her friend’s side.

“Ugh, where do I start?”

“What did he do now? I’m going to kill him,” she sneers.

Salem lets out a heavy, staggered breath as she responds, “No Jocey, it’s not Blaine.”

Jocelyn studies her friend’s face. “Then, who? I’m not sure if I’m following you here.” She leads Salem over to the couch and the two of them climb under the blanket.

“I messed up, Joce,” Salem sighs, leaning her head onto Jocelyn’s shoulder.

“Aw… Say.”

“After I caught Blaine last night,” she takes a deep, calming breath, trying to build up the confidence to finish, “I ended up at Gabriel’s.”

“Well, I kind of figured that out when the three of you showed up here this morning.”

“I…”

“Wait, don’t say another word.” Jocelyn dumps her side of the blanket onto Salem’s lap and scurries across the room, before disappearing into the kitchen. Salem sees the light from the refrigerator illuminating the dark kitchen, and then hears the sound of whipped cream being squirted. A moment later, Jocelyn reenters the room carrying a half gallon of ice cream in one hand and two spoons in the other. She smiles warmly, “Okay, proceed.”

The sadness on Salem’s face softens. “Thanks, Jocey.”

“It’s just what the doctor ordered,” she laughs. “And by the look of you, you needed the sundae version, not just plain old ice cream.”

“You’re so right.” Salem takes the container of ice cream and a look of guilt then appears on her face, “Yeah, well, I wasn’t so strong last night.”

“Did you sleep with him?” Jocelyn doesn’t waste any time.

Salem’s lip begins to quiver and the tears begin to flow as she nods her head, “I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” Jocelyn blurts out. “I don’t think so, Say. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. As far as

I’m concerned, the only mistake you made yesterday was not dumping…”

“Joce.”

“I know you don’t wanna hear it, but I’m going to say it, anyway.”

Salem laughs through her tears, knowing full well her best friend is going to speak her mind. “Of course you are.”

“Look, we both know I’m not a fan of Blaine’s. Actually, I despise the man. He’s a fucking scumbag and I’m not sure why you can’t see it.”

The two friends get quiet and Salem begins to eat the ice cream.

“Do you think you don’t deserve to be happy?” Jocelyn breaks their silence, scooping a heaping spoonful of whipped cream.

“I can be happy with Blaine.”

Jocelyn shoots her friend a look. “Are you happy right now?”

“No,” she lets out an exasperated breath, “but, I can get us back to where we once were. I know I can.”

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why do you want him? Help me understand.”

“I’m not sure you will understand. You’ve never had…” Salem stops herself.

“Never had, what?”

“Jocelyn,” she sighs, “you’ve never been in a serious relationship.”

“You’re absolutely right, and do you know why?”

Salem shakes her head.

“Because, I haven’t met a man worthy of me and I’m not going to settle, like you have.” Jocelyn sees the wounded look on her friend’s face and immediately regrets what she’s just said. “I’m sorry, Say. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but it’s the truth. I’ve sat around and watched my best friend being treated like a doormat for years. I know exactly what not to look for; and as for you, you’d rather settle for someone who treats you like shit than to be alone.”

“That’s not…”

“No, it’s my turn. I’m going to tell you how I see it. I think you felt something last night with Gabriel.” Jocelyn studies her friend’s face, hoping to get a glimpse of something. “All these years, you’ve gone through the motions of being the good girlfriend; thinking that would be enough, that he would change. Yet, here we sit.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, Jocey.”

“Do I? Would you like me to remind you of all the nights I’ve lain next to you, while you’ve cried yourself to sleep because that asshole stood you up? Or how about the time he showed up drunk and reeking of another woman’s perfume?”

Salem’s shoulders sink down. “He doesn’t want me,” her voice is all of a whisper.

“Who doesn’t want you?”

“Gabriel. He said what happened last night can’t happen again and he pushed me away.”

“And let me guess; you being you, just walked away?”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Geez, I don’t know… stay and fight?”

“Stay and fight for what, a man who doesn’t want me?”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s a matter of him not wanting you, Say. I think it’s more like the fact he knows you’ll probably end up breaking his heart.”

“That’s just it. I told him the first night we went out that I wasn’t what he needed. I think he sees that now.”

“And now your feelings are hurt by this?”

“It would never work, anyways. We come from two different worlds,” Salem tries to brush it off.

“So, what difference does that make?”

“Oh yeah, sure, can you see him at one of my parents’ dinner parties?”

“Yeah, actually I can. And he’d probably liven it up a little!” Jocelyn laughs.



“You’re not helping.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to help you with. I’m certainly not Team Blaine, and I’m not going to sit by and let

him continue to treat you the way he does. What’s got you so scared?”

“The future.”

“The future?!” Jocelyn exclaims. “Don’t you think you may be jumping the gun a little here?”

“Jocey, I’m graduating next spring. The next step in my plan is marriage, then a house, and then kids.”

“Screw your plans, Say. Why do you need a damn plan, anyways? You’re young, beautiful, and you’re going to be one hell of a lawyer. This is the time you should be out experiencing life. You have your whole life to worry about getting married and having babies.”

“But, it’s what I’m supposed to do.”

“Says who, your parents?”

“It’s what I’ve dreamed about since I was a kid.”

“Salem, when are you going to realize it’s not your dream?” Jocelyn repositions herself on the couch so that she’s directly facing Salem. “This life you’re living, is your parents’ dream. You need to wake up and be your own damn person, not the person your parents have molded you into or who Blaine wants you to be. Where’s that girl I once knew? The one who snuck out of boarding school with me and went to college frat parties. Where’s the girl who got wasted on cheap beer and sang karaoke all night long with me?”

“I am my own person, and ‘that girl’ is still right here,” Salem insists.

“Tell me one major decision you’ve made on your own lately.”

Salem sits quietly.

“You can’t think of one, can you?”

“Actually, I can,” she bites back.

“Bullshit,” Jocelyn purses her lips together.

“I’m not going into corporate law,” Salem spits out.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m not going into corporate law. I’ve decided to be a guardian ad litem instead.”

A glowing smile spreads across Jocelyn’s face. “Holy shit, Say! I’m so proud of you.”

Salem tries to hide her smile, but it finally shines through.

“Your parents are gonna shit a brick,” Jocelyn laughs.

“I know.”

“When do you plan on dropping that bomb on them?”

“After graduation,” Salem says slyly.

“Oh, to be a fly on the wall when your father hears this.”

“You and Gabriel are the only people who know.”

“You told Gabriel before you told your best friend?”

“I feel comfortable with him.”

“Clearly, since you gave it up to him,” she nudges Salem’s shoulder.

Salem’s hands cover her face in embarrassment.

“How was he?”

“I’m not like you, Jocey. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“I’m not asking you to tell me how he kisses. I want to know how he is in bed.”

“No way,” Salem replies adamantly.

Not caring about the objection in her friend’s voice, Jocelyn continues on. “Is he strong? Did he go all ‘Dom’ on you like the guys in some of my trashy romance novels? Is he big? I bet he’s big!”

Salem remains tight-lipped. “I’m not telling you, Jocelyn.”

“Come on, give me a little something? Okay, fine,” she relents on the more risqué questions, “just tell me if he’s a good kisser then.”

The corners of Salem’s lips turn up as a smile appears and she hugs her knees.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Jocelyn chuckles and keeps on going with her interrogation. “How are his hands, are they rough and callused from fighting?”

“Surprisingly no, they’re very soft and his touch is gentle.”

“Gentle?” Jocelyn’s face scrunches up. “Hmmm… I wouldn’t have figured him for gentle.”

“Me either,” Salem utters.

“You okay, Say?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…”

“It’s just, what?”

Salem’s face turns a light shade of pink. “I can’t,” she laughs, embarrassed.

“Look, if you can’t tell me, who can you tell?”

Finally, Salem gives in to her friend’s coercion. “He made me feel so wanted, like I was the only woman in the world.

And the way he looks at me…”

Salem’s heart instantly drops into her stomach at the thought of Gabriel’s eyes on her; how his hands danced over her skin, how his soft lips grazed her neck, then her breasts, and finally down between her legs. Closing her eyes, she tries to shake her arousal and regain her composure. If Jocelyn catches wind of it, she’ll never leave her alone. The questions will go on all night long.

“Um, if I’m not mistaken, that’s how your man is supposed to make you feel,” Jocelyn mocks.

“Yeah, well, I’ve never felt that way with Blaine.”

“Well, that’s because Blaine is a douche and wouldn’t know a good woman if she bit him in the ass. And don’t you dare bite him in the ass!”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Salem shoots Jocelyn a look, and they both begin to laugh uncontrollably.



“Thanks, Jocey,” Salem snuggles up to her best friend, “you always know how to make me feel better.”

“Say, I don’t want to be that person.”

Salem is taken aback by what she just heard and her head jerks away from Jocelyn. “What?”

“Oh Say, I didn’t mean it like that,” she frowns. “What I meant was, I want you to have a man in your life that can comfort you and make you laugh, like I can, not one that makes you cry.”

“Oh, okay,” Salem sighs in relief. “I thought…”

“Don’t you dare even say it! You’re stuck with me, Say.”

“Good, because I don’t want you going anywhere.”
  


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Born and raised in New England, Christa is a married mother of three. She began writing her first book, Broken, in October 2012, as a love story to her husband, Frank. During the writing process, Christa managed to keep her book a secret from the majority of her family and friends, including her mother. She finally revealed that she had written a book on her personal Facebook page just two weeks before Broken was released.

Broken was released in February 2013, and within twenty-four hours of its release, it was on Amazon's Movers and Shakers list as well as in the Top 20 Erotica. Christa released her second novel, On the Ropes - Book One in the Down for the Count series, in February 2014. On the Ropes has also climbed the charts on Amazon, hitting the Top 10 Sports Fiction and the Top 20 Romance Sports Fiction lists. Book Two, Going the Distance, is slated to be released in the summer of 2014.

Christa also has several other novels in the works, with no release dates announced at this time.


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