Monday, January 26, 2015

Cover Reveal of Godsend by Sloan Johnson

Title: Godsend
Author: Sloan Johnson
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance
Coming: February 2015
You can’t choose who you fall in love with. Despite knowing from a young age that he was gay, Scott Murphy couldn’t imagine life without Shelly. He threw away the labels and had eleven amazing years with her, but now, he feels even more lost trying to figure out how to move on after Shelly’s death. After nearly a year of watching Scott fade away, Shelly’s father forces him to start living again.

As much as Chris loathes the idea of attending a bereavement group week after week, it’s one of the only places he can go in this town, other than the bar, to not feel so alone. When there’s nothing to distract him or dull his senses, he spends too much time obsessing over how he should have been able to help his sister. When Scott shows up at his group session, Chris decides that maybe some good can come out of his sister’s death. 

There’s no denying that Chris is the first man to catch Scott’s attention in a long time, but how can he move on when just thinking of Shelly sends him to his dark place? 

The road to recovery won’t be an easy one, but Chris is determined to help Scott see that life is still worth living. But before Scott can allow himself to admit what he feels for Chris, he knows he has to reveal the full truth about Shelly’s death.
Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.

When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.

Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?

Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and forget she has somewhere to be.



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RELEASE DAY BLITZ - A Father's Fight by JB Salsbury




Title: A Father's Fight
Series: Fighting #5
Author: JB Salsbury
 Release Date: January 26, 2015


Synopsis


Life changes in the span of a heartbeat—one tiny heartbeat.

Blake and Layla have lived through disappointment and regret, only finally finding relief through the powerful love they have for each other. A love they intend to fight to keep.

They’ve had to forgive each other, but can they truly move forward without facing the pain of the past?

Layla’s been avoiding the phone calls. Nine months pregnant and exhausted, she doesn’t want the complication. But she can’t run from the truth. Whoever’s calling was there eighteen years ago. Unlike her, he remembers the night that changed the course of her life, and he’s ready to confess.

Blake’s preoccupied with an email, a few simple sentences sent through cyberspace that have the capability to rob him of his sanity, his freedom, and the people he loves most in the world. When he’s called home for a mysterious reason, leaving Layla isn’t ideal, but hope for reconciliation with his father combined with his brother’s secrecy ignites a curiosity he refuses to ignore.

Putting the pain behind them is no longer an option.

To get the answers they need, they must face the past and open up old wounds that threaten to bleed them dry.










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JB Salsbury, New York Times Bestselling author of the Fighting Series, lives in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She spends the majority of her day as a domestic engineer. But while she works through her daily chores, a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at her subconscious, begging to be released to the page.
 
Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to sink her free time into novel writing.
 
For more information on the series or just to say hello, visit JB on her website, Facebook, or Goodreads page.



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Interference by Dakota Madison Cover Reveal


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INTERFERENCE
Book Title: Interference 
Author: Dakota Madison 
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance 
Release Date: January 2015 
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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Dakota Madison returns with another spicy sports romance. This story set in the world of college basketball.

Neuroscience student SEDONA MILLER is perfectly imperfect. She’s slightly nerdy and slightly eccentric, but completely brilliant.

When an unfortunate accident leaves Sedona with an injured arm and she’s fired from her part-time job shelving books at the university library she has to find a new gig fast.

The only job available mid-semester is working as a tutor for the athletic academic center. And the notorious bad boy of the university’s basketball team, JESSE WALKER, is the one and only guy on the new tutor’s roster

But when SEDONA discovers a secret that could ruin the school’s winning basketball team doing the right thing could mean destroying the only guy she’s ever loved.

excerpt

When I finally hit the last room in a long row of rooms I see a guy sitting there looking bored and staring at two fast food containers in front of him on the table.

He glances up at me when I enter. The first thing I notice is his piercing green eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that green on a human being that weren’t Photoshopped

The second thing I notice is his messy, light brown hair. It doesn’t look like it’s been combed it in a week. It makes me wonder if it’s some new hair trend or if he just doesn’t bother to style it. Not that I have too much room to talk when it comes to hair. My curly red mop has been the bane of my existence since I was a kid. About the only thing I can ever do with it is pull it back into a pony tail.

“Sedona?”

I nod.

“Have a seat.” He points to the chair right next to him.

I remember Lewis’s warning and take a seat across the table instead. I want to be as close to the door as possible. The guy is big and muscular and much more intimidating than I imagined he’d be.

My heart is thumping in my chest because his size and rough demeanor are making me nervous.

When he pushes one of the fast food containers in my direction I cringe. I rarely eat fast food and when I do it’s from Just Veggies, an organic vegetarian place near campus.

He doesn’t hesitate to open his container and take a bite of the messy burger that’s dripping some kind of white sauce all over his pile of fries.

My stomach turns in response.

“I bought you a burger.” He points to the second container he’s pushed in my direction. “Ambrose scheduled our sessions during lunch.”

I make a point of pushing the container back over to him. “No thank you.”

He frowns. “It’s from Frankie’s. Everybody loves Frankie’s burgers.”

“Clearly not everyone.”

His brows knit like he can’t believe I refused the food he bought.

“You don’t want it?” He actually sounds hurt.

“No, I don’t.”

“Why?”

I lift my book bag from the ground and point to one of the many political cause buttons I have covering the knitted tote my mom made for me.

He barely acknowledges it. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Now I’m the one who’s frowning. “Meat is murder. It’s a slogan. It means that I don’t eat animal flesh.”

“You’re one of those vegans?” He doesn’t bother hiding the condescension in his voice.

“Technically I’m a vegetarian. I eat free range, organic dairy products.”

“Fine. I’ll eat the burger.” He glares at me as he opens the second container and takes a huge bite of the burger.

I’m appalled until I notice that he slyly pushes both containers away and doesn’t take another bite of either burger.

“I guess I should have brought an apple for the teacher.”

“Only if it’s organic. And I’m not actually a teacher. I’m a tutor.”

We both stare at each other for a long moment. Awkward does not even begin to describe our pairing. We’re like two people from different planets trying to communicate when we don’t speak each other’s languages.

I remove a slip of paper from my bag. “Mr. Ambrose gave me your schedule of classes for the semester. You’re taking Film Appreciation, The History of Jazz, Advanced Yoga and Stress Management. What’s your major?”

He shrugs. “Undeclared right now. But I’ll probably go with Sports Management.”

“So these are Gen Ed classes?”

He cocks his head and looks confused.

“General Education classes,” I clarify. “Elective classes you need to take to fulfill requirements that aren’t directly related to your major.”

“I guess so.”

I’m a little disturbed by his lackadaisical attitude, but I let it go for the moment. We’re clearly not going to be able to develop much of a rapport so maybe it’s best just to get down to business.

“We’re just handed a class schedule,” he clarifies. “Assigned classes. We don’t pick them ourselves.”

“And they assigned you the History of Jazz? That’s the class that you’re having trouble with?”

“The dude who was supposed to teach the class croaked and they got this new chick who apparently doesn’t like basketball.”

There is so much wrong with his statement I don’t even know where to begin. “Might I suggest that you call your professors either professor or doctor and not chick.”

I bristle at my own use of the derogatory word, but I continue, “And what does her not liking basketball have to do with your performance in the class.”

At this he gives me a sly smile. “Let’s just say she’s not willing to play ball the way the other professors are.”

I’m not sure exactly what he means by that, but there seems to be some kind of sports reference that is lost on me.

“So you’re saying your other classes are going well and you’re just having trouble with the one class, History of Jazz?”

He leans back in his chair and eyes me for a few seconds before he nods. I don’t like when he looks at me like that. It’s like he’s examining some weird, new specimen and trying to make sense of it.

“All of my other teachers are huge basketball fans and they know I’m the in the starting lineup. I’m not sure what the jazz goddess’s problem is.”

I take in a deep breath before I say something that’s sure to get me fired. “Why don’t we start by calling her Dr. Fisher? I think that might help. And why do you think she has a problem?”

“She doesn’t like basketball. That’s not normal. Everybody loves basketball. This entire campus lives and breathes the sport.”

“I don’t love basketball. I don’t even like it. Not even a little bit.”

He actually looks stunned for a moment. Like I slapped him. Then he regains his cocky composure.

“You’re one weird chick,” he mutters almost to himself, but still loud enough that I can hear him.

“Excuse me?” I say even though I heard him. I just didn’t like having an insult hurled at me by someone I don’t even know.

“You. Are. One. Weird. Chick.” His words are slower and louder as if I didn’t hear him the first time.

“I actually heard what you said. I just didn’t like it.”

A smug smirk appears on his face that I would love to slap right off if I could.

I continue. “In case you haven’t noticed I’m not a bird I’m a human being. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as a chick.”

He bites his bottom lip as if he’s actually giving it some thought. Then he says, “You’re one weird woman. Is that better?”

“I’m not sure why you have to bring gender into the equation at all. Why not just call me a weird person?”

That makes him laugh. “You don’t care that I think you’re weird. You just don’t want me to call you a chick?”

“I’ve been weird my whole life. I’m used to it.”

“At least you’re willing to own it.”

“So did you bring your textbook with you or are you just going to spend the next ninety minutes taunting me?”

“I kind of like taunting you.”

Meet the Author

DAKOTA MADISON is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR. She has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. DAKOTA also writes romance under the pen names: Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Fractured Volume One by Alexis Noelle *COVER REVEAL*

Fractured Volume One Cover Reveal!
Releases 2/2!
Synopsis:
Nothing in life is ever fair.
There are wars we battle and face every day.
Some too close to home.
I had it all.
The perfect husband.
The perfect house.
The perfect...Everything.
Then one moment changed everything forever.

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About The Author:
I love reading romance books! I feel like being able to lose yourself in a book in one of the more exciting aspects. The books I love to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. You should have an opinion on every character in a book. Whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something. I live in Philadelphia Pennsylvania with my husband, and three kids. On top of starting a writing career I am a full time student, and a full time mom. I love spending time with my kids, although I have to hide the computer from them when I am writing! I love being active and being able to do any activity outdoors. I have always thought as an author the most important critic is your reader, so I would love to hear from you. If you read the book and loved it or hated it, tell me. As long as it is in a constructive way I will always answer and interact with you. I want fans to feel free to tell me what they want for the characters in the story and what they want to see happen.

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More Heated Pleasures by Candy Caine Blitz


More Heated Pleasures from popular author, Candy Caine. This collection of red-hot interracial romances features brand new stories…

Forever on My Mind—Feeling betrayed by her best friend and the love of her life, Tim, Brianna strives to overcome her heartbreak with nothing but casual sexual relationships. But when Tim comes back into her life years later, can she deny the heat, the passion, the tenderness she experiences at the sinfully skillful hands of the only man she’s ever loved?

Staying Focused—Darla’s photography profession exposes her to some of the hunkiest  male models in Manhattan. And when one hazel-eyed sex magnet begins to haunt her dreams, she can’t resist living out her fantasy when he boards the same deserted subway car she takes home late one evening…

Afternoon Delight—What the postman sees Mabel do every afternoon on his delivery route makes him decide to deliver more than letters to her…

Sleeping With the Boss—Fantasizing about her boss leads Bethany to a mind-blowing interlude with the tall, handsome man. Imagine her shock when her gorgeous, blue-eyed husband later whispers, “I know what you did today,” and begins to make passionate love to her… 

The Dinner Party—Trapped in an elevator for two hours with a sexy stranger, makes this Ann’s most unforgettable ride….

“…Candy Caine once again hits the right erotic sweet spots…” Cynthia White, author of Awakened Desire.


Excerpt from Afternoon Delight         

 As Mabel’s computer booted, she gloried in the beautiful spring day. A squirrel dropped from a tree and scurried away. Her attention swung back to her computer screen. She reread the beginning of the chapter where she’d stopped writing the day before and thought for several minutes about where she wanted to go with the story. Her threesome had been getting it on and she needed to finish the scene. 
          In her fertile mind, she choreographed her characters having one woman ride the man’s hard dick, as the other woman lowered her body so that her pussy was over his face. She pictured them doing this for several minutes before one or both of them climaxed and then they shifted position. She felt as if she was some kind of benevolent goddess who bestowed pleasurable favors on her characters. Like Matthew said: “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them…” Then she grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
          Mabel stories were so hot that she became horny. After all, how could she not get involved, especially when her characters were scorching their sheets? She always tried to write at least a thousand words a day, but usually stopped when she realized her concentration was wavering. That’s when she usually rewarded herself with her own little fuck fest.
          She rose and took off her robe. Gathering her sex toys, which consisted of vibrators and rubber cocks, she made herself comfortable on her day bed. What she was about to do could also be listed under the term research, for she had the mirror set strategically across from the bed so she could watch herself.
          Already creaming, Mabel knew she’d come quickly, but wanted to keep her orgasm at bay as long as she could. Picturing her characters in her mind, she walked her fingers through her ample black bush. With two fingers she spread her pussy lips apart, noting how wet and lubricated it was. Slowly, she began to stroke her already engorged clit. “Oh, yees,” she said, closing her eyes. She fanned and gently twisted each of her nipples as she began to rub her pleasure nub.
          Pushing one of her rubber cocks inside of her steaming opening, she felt herself being consumed by the pleasure and knew she was close. Taking her vibrator, she pressed it up against the base of her clit as she continued to pump herself with the cock. Within seconds, pleasure radiated from her pussy to all parts of her body as she came and kept on coming.
          While Mabel was enjoying herself, the postman came to deliver a registered letter, which required her signature. After knocking on the front door without getting an answer, he walked around to the back door and stopped dead in his tracks.
          Through the glass-enclosed sunroom he saw Mabel pleasuring herself. She couldn’t see him from where he was standing, but he could surely see her in all her glory. With a twitching
prick pushing hard against the confines of his pants, he looked around realizing how secluded they were. His broad face broke into a huge smile.
          He freed his tool and slid his fingers around its thickened shaft. Precum glistened on his fleshy head as he began to stroke, never taking his eyes off of Mabel. The excitement of masturbating in the open like that caused his breath to quicken as he beat his meat faster. He turned and shot his wad into the bushes. Then he left, having to come back for her signature the following day.
          The following day started out just like the day before. Mabel rose, took her leisurely shower, had breakfast and went to write in her sunroom. Again, she reviewed what she had written the day before and made a few corrections before continuing on. And just like yesterday, when she became horny, she stopped writing and took out her toys.
          It was about that time when the mail truck pulled to the curb in front of Mabel’s house. The postman took the registered letter from his mail sack and got out of his truck. He went up her front walk and knocked on her door. He smiled when she didn’t answer. Was it possible for a replay of yesterday? He pondered this thought with a great deal of anticipation as he strolled to the back of her house.,,


PRAISE FOR CANDY CAINE

For Your Love ★★★★★
“What would you do and how far would you go for love? With great wit, twists and turns, a cast of well-crafted characters you’ll want to cheer for, (and some you won’t), Candy Caine’s delightful story asksand answers this age-old question.” —Niambi Brown Davis, Author of Sanctuary

For Your Love ★★★★★
A sexy, fabulous read. I couldn’t put it down. I was disappointed that the book ended when it did. I could have read on.” —Bertrice Small, Best-selling author of Skye O’Malley


Whether she’s writing a short story or novel, Candy Caine will make her interracial romances hot and spicy. Always striving to entertain her readers, Candy tries to breathe life into her characters, making life often interesting for her husband, Robert back in their home on Long Island, NY. And both are trying to teach their fifteen-year old yellow Lab, Sammy, new tricks. 

Candy loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at candy@candycaine.com.

Dreamer by Phillip L. Davidson Cover Reveal

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Book Title: Dreamer Author: Phillip L. Davidson Genre: Romantic Suspense Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
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  The U. S. government initiates a secret assassination operation called Phoenix. An elite team of assassins carried out this operation. The mission failed. The team, headed by Captain David Elliott is captured and the horrors and long-term effects of being a P.O.W. are vividly detailed. In the meantime Captain David Elliott's wife, Sunny is kidnapped by the Argentine Police. She is the love of his life. David and his team go on an international mission to rescue her. This is an action packed book that will have you on the edge of your seat. excerpt 
  The Night I Choked My Wife As she slipped into the room I felt a part of me fuse into her presence. Her beauty immediately arrested me. At first glance she appeared Italian but by the end of the evening our delicate conversation revealed that all of her alluring beauty was from Argentina. Her name was Sonia. We became inseparable from that moment. She became my Sunny, a light to my very dark world. After all these years of marriage I still don’t see what she saw in me. I was not refined and spiritual. I was not compassionate and flowing with a zeal for social justice. I was Type A, fiercely military bred, dark and quite lethal. Yet her love washed over me and brought security to my existence. She was air to me and I could offer her nothing but a fragmented soul almost destroyed by the horrors inflicted on my life during the Vietnam War. In battle I was Captain David Eliot and I made a huge mistake in judgment that has forever haunted me. I’ve tried to control the memories. She has come to accept the ramifications of those memories over the years. Those haunting shadows come to me at the least expected times – night sweats, horrible dreams and a consuming darkness in broad daylight that almost makes me implode. Some people call it PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I simply call it dreams. For a while they had gone away, now they were back. This time they were worse because I was beginning to lose grip on what was a dream and what was reality. Just like an angel Sunny was there to help me through them - that made me love her more. I loved her with everything that I had. Every time we made love I wanted her to feel me to the core of her being. I brought her to the end of herself and sent her over the edge of sanity every time. Her response to me was consuming, and the force of her love coming back to me was so overwhelming. How could a man like me be so blessed to have a woman like her. The most precious sounds in my life had always been hearing her fever pitch to the point of no return, but on this particular night there was no soothing sound. There was a frantic gurgling. My arms were not lovingly around her waist drawing her to me. My hands were tightly choking her. I recoiled in horror as she lay there gasping for air. I scooped her up sobbing. I was shaking uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around me and softly said, “I love you. Your demons are my demons.” Then she kissed me. “David, will you go and see the priest now?” I made a vow to begin my therapy again. Interview 
  Did your book require a lot of research? If so, what kind? Yes, I had to do quite a lot - Phoenix, the CIA ‘s assassination program in Vietnam that led to Tet 658, The Argentine Secret Service that fought ‘the Dirty War’ and the Falklands War. This book is very realistic when it comes to war and military actions. It has content for mature audiences because of its gritty nature. Life is that way, its raw, its real and it’s not all rose-colored glasses. Dreamer is an excellent book that shows the struggles that those in the military have to deal with, as well as life with challenges. What inspired you to write Dreamer? My belief is that God can and does intervene in our lives. I wanted to write about how he would do that with soldiers. I wanted to tell a story about how God would offer redemption to warriors. I chose to portray God as a warrior. I know this thought is foreign to most religious readers but shouldn’t be. I took the lead character from the Bible character David, who like the characters in Dreamer was flawed but loved by God. Can you share a little of your current work with us? Dreamer is a book about failed warriors, who lost their way as soldiers and human beings, in the horror that was Vietnam. (That war is so far in people's rear view mirror, that we have forgotten how really bad it was.) These men made up a SOG (Special Operations Group) team whose mission was to carry out the CIA's Phoenix Program (the systematic assassination of suspected Viet Cong, (which was so successful it lead to Tet 68). The lead character, David, was the team leader. One of the team members betrayed the team and David is required to execute him, but he is stopped from carrying out the execution by an unseen but powerful force. His failure to do his duty lead to a horrific chain of events that ends with the team being captured, and tortured. At the moment that death is at hand, the team makes a pact – a covenant with God, that if he saves them they would aid each other no matter what or when for the rest of their lives. Afterwards, each man lives in the "darkness". Years later God comes to them and give them the chance to redeem themselves and stand in the "light of men" once again. But the path he chooses paralleled with death and destruction. Dreamer is about redemption. God as a warrior gives grace and the chance for redemption to other warriors. What was the toughest criticism given to you? What was the biggest compliment? My first reviewer said there was too much sex in the book. She seemed to think I was pre-occupied with the sexual relationships of the characters. I took her comments to heart and toned it down in a rewrite. The biggest compliment was that one reader said he was inspired. Meet the Author 
  Philip Davidson is a former Vietnam veteran. He was awarded the Bronze Star, Combat Infantry Badge and Vietnamese Jump Wings. He was also a Kit Carson Scout. He was the author of the first SWAT Tactical Training Manual that has been used to train police across the country and served on President Reagan's Veteran's Affairs Council. His novel Dreamer is a military thriller and historical fiction about various wars and touches on the controversial subject of PTSD. Davidson is currently a Civil Rights Attorney residing in Nashville, TN. Contact Phil Davidson at www.phildavidsonbooks.com. Social Media
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