Thursday, December 18, 2014

Blog Tour Trailer, Excerpt- The Lebrus Stone by Miriam Khan

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The Lebrus Stone by Miriam Khan
  Blurb: When eighteen-year-old orphan, Crystal Valdez, accepts an invitation to the small town of Blacksville, West Virginia, she hopes to have a summer to remember and a chance to learn more about her parents, to also get to know the family she never knew existed. But the Lockes begin to act strange and erratic; eerie movements in the night fuel her vivid and gruesome nightmares. To complicate her summer further, she becomes attracted to the menacing yet handsome Cray Locke: her none blood related cousin. He seems determined to keep his distance. The only bonus to her trip seems to be the housekeeper and gardener. And when a local informs Crystal of the secrets buried at Thorncrest Manor, the kind consisting of a forbidden relationship and a war between hidden worlds, and witchcraft, she must decide whom to trust. Even if it means leaving behind those she has come to love.



  Raves and Reviews: “I was compelled to keep reading. It was brilliant.”   
 "I can't put my finger on it. But there is something about Crystal that makes you want to keep reading her story. I ate a whole bag of Haribos whilst reading the first few chapters without realising. I was that engrossed."   
 “A really great book like this gives you that feeling.”   
 “Cray being cast as a cold yet lust worthy hero who was just as broken was nailed.”   
 “I couldn’t put it down. I needed to know what happened.”  
 “Cray is delicious, manly, wanted by many, and a guy who know how to play the game.”   
 “Cray is at times a douche, but in a way he needs to be. It makes a woman want to know what makes  a guy like him tick.”   
 "The writing, at times, is almost reminiscent of authors such as Daphne Du Maurier."   
 "A writer who seems to have a fine ear for dialogue. Every character seems to have a distinct voice."   "The descriptions are excellent. Very vivid. Some may think it slows the reading, but I love it."

  Book Trailer:





I lay back and tried not to over think things to calm the storm in my head, but a knock on my door moments later interrupted it.
"Come in!" I called out, sitting up to retrieve my book.
Syd entered, carrying in what looked like a sandwich and a glass of her homemade lemonade.
I could have done with a hot soup.
But I blew a sigh of relief it wasn't one of the Lockes.
"Isobel said to make sure you had some lunch by now," she said, placing the tray on my bedside cabinet.
"Thanks, Syd."
"Any reason why you're hiding in here?" she asked as she sat on my bed.
I tensed. Being told I was hiding annoyed me, but I wasn't annoyed at Syd, just at myself. I had come too far in life to start acting like a coward, especially over something clearly in my head.
I fingered the dog-eared cover of my book.
"I think I just need a quiet day to myself. It could be some type of…delayed jet lag." It could be partly true, I thought. It had taken two flights to get from Salt Lake City to Blacksville; six hours in total. I smiled, pleased with the conclusion. Exhaustion could have been why I had such a freakish dream.
"I see," Syd said, seeming unconvinced. "Well, do you think you'll be joining the Lockes for dinner?"
"Do I have to?" No matter how much I was becoming fond of Syd, she worked for the Lockes. They could try and make her tell me what do.
"No." She chuckled. "But I think you should try to interact. Cray's alright, by the way. A little scratch like that won't do a boy like him any harm."
Boy like him?
So, I had hurt him. My chest tightened.
"Oh, don't look so beat up about it, honey. The boy is as tough as old boots." She chuckled again. "And luckily for you, he's not as vain about his looks as you would think. He won't hold what happened against you." She patted my hand.
I gulped. "Has he…said something?"
"No. He left early this morning. He didn't say where he was going, and Isobel never dares ask these days. He's a very private person, as you've probably noticed. She respects that. We all do." She looked lost in thought for a moment, then smiled in her sad little way, and asked, "So, are you ready to talk about what happened last night?"
My mouth felt too clamped to begin
"I have to say, not many girls would have left home to meet so many strangers. I admire your courage."
Her comment only made me sound irresponsible. I gritted my teeth.
"I don't feel very courageous," I admitted. "I feel pretty stupid right now."
Thanks for the added comment to make me feel even more naive, I wanted to add.
"I don't think five months was long enough to think this through," I said.
She nodded. "Maybe. But everything happens for a reason. You followed your heart. It's all you can do in life. It's your only real compass."
I wanted us to keep talking. When Syd wasn't nicely pointing out my flaws, she had a way of calming me until I felt optimistic about my trip again. But she had dinner to prepare, so she reluctantly left me after insisting I get ready to face my evening with the Lockes.
Something about her was becoming familiar. It could have been the warmth in her eyes and how they reminded me of Selma. She had always been as hospitable and over helpful.
I still missed her. Talking to Syd was like getting back something that had been cruelly taken away, too. It wasn't just my parents I'd lost, but my pride, self-worth, my best friend, at times my composure. It had been an uphill struggle this past year or so. But I was finally feeling on top of things…I think.
I sure wasn't going to let it keep me down.

Coming to Blacksville was my new start as the new and improved me. I really had to keep believing that.


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 About the Author: Miriam is from Cheshire, England and a family of six siblings. Her love for creativity led to acting at her local theatre before being a lead vocalist in rock bands. During those years, she often found solace penning her thoughts and feelings through lyrics or poetry. She chose not to continue singing in 2006, and two years later she woke up with the idea for The Lebrus Stone and began typing. Revising and editing it for the next six years. She is now eager to see what readers will think.

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Cover Reveal Excerpt- Behind The Door Part 1-4 by M. Clarke AKA Mary Ting and Alexandra Weis

  

   






After the love of her life walks out the door, Abby Simmons is depressed, run down, and overwhelmed. Working long days as an attorney in a busy firm is sucking the life out of her and Abby feels she is at the end of her rope. Then, a co-worker recommends a new type of spa called Paradise. He promises their therapies will shake off her lethargy and help her to regain her sparkle. Skeptical, but very curious, Abby decides to visit the establishment. At first, what she hears sounds too good to be true, but soon Abby uncovers a whole new world of pleasure that quickly becomes her undoing.
Step behind the door to embark on a journey where surrendering to desire is only the beginning. Welcome to Paradise.








Before I could react, he had pried my legs apart and was working along my inner right thigh, moving slowly upward. By now, my reservations were gone and I surrendered to him. And when his fingers reached the junction between my legs, I gasped when his hands slipped under my butt and gripped my cheeks, squeezing them in his hands. He could see every intimate part of me, I was sure of it. Letting go of my butt, his hands came around to my folds. At that moment, when his finger slipped between my legs, I clapped my hand over my mouth, suppressing my scream.


His fingers moved along my folds, tracking my wetness up and down. I was so wet at this point that my insides heaved with desire as he stroked me. I wanted to cry out, ask him what he was doing, but I didn’t. I let him manipulate my folds, slowly, methodically bringing me to orgasm. My hips began rocking in time with his hands. God, those hands were making me feel things I never thought possible. I could feel my climax building, like a wave caught in the shallows it was gaining momentum, waiting to wash over me.


I was at his mercy now. I ached for release and was willing to do anything to achieve it. But when his finger inched back and forth over my vagina, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I bit my lip, desperate for him to penetrate me. His fingers did not wait long to slip inside of me, and when I felt the pressure of him moving deeper, I arched my back and moaned. He was rubbing back and forth over that spot, the one so many men try to find but give up. Well, Mr. Hands knew exactly where my spot was, and as he slowly moved in and out of me, I knew I was going to come harder than I had ever come before.



Mary Ting




Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed
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Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans.  Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.
To read more about Alexandrea Weis or her books, you can go to the following sites:
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Monday, December 15, 2014

Cover Reveal- Luca by Gina Whitney

I'm so excited for this cover reveal! And I can't wait to read Luca. Gina is a favorite author, she's absolutely brilliant. I also included my review for Saving Abel her erotic rock star romance novel. My review for Forgiving Gia (Book 2) is coming up soon.  



Title: Luca: I Love the Way You Lie Novel
Author: Gina Whitney
Genre: Erotica 
Cover Designed by: Regina Wamba at Mae I 
Design & Photography Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb:
“Anger is like a thorn in the heart...the roar of my courage and the cold sweat of my fear.” ~Luca Pyromania is an impulse control disorder [1] in which individuals repeatedly fail to resist impulses to deliberately start fires, [1] in order to relieve tension or for instant gratification. Damon Luca, or Luca as they called him. I thought of him more as Damien, the fucking devil within these walls that now is my life. Dark, broody, and deadly to any woman. Mind-blowing, soul-shaking, raw sex appeal. He was a tall statured boy with broad shoulders and a pair of green eyes that set my soul on fire. His inky black hair framed his hard, chiseled features. He had the type of body that had no business being on a seventeen-year-old. I knew that once he fully developed, he'd be nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. As I said...deadly on the eyes...and dangerous for your heart. My name is Allison. I met Luca through an unfortunate event when we were younger. I’m now twenty-four, and this is my story. My fucked up life. It's not a pretty one. Then again, the most interesting ones aren't...are they? This isn't your usual love story. Anything but. There are no blue skies, rainbows, or unicorns. Only him...my own personal arsonist. He had the ability to set my panties on fire, leave my body smoldering, and turn my heart into burning embers. He scared the hell out of me, made me feel. He opened my eyes to the world of twisted love. But love no less. This scary, beautiful man stole my heart from a young, tender age and refused to give it back. Here’s our story… This story is deep, dark, and deals with real scars and growth because of them. 




Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on Facebook.

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Cover Reveal Excerpt- Fighting Silence by Aly Martinez

Fighting Silence (On the Ropes, #1)


Fighting Silence by Aly Martinez
Series: On The Ropes #1

RELEASE DATE: February 2015





Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?


I've always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine.  I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.
I think that's the sound I'll miss the most.



"That wasn't yours to take away," he exploded into the otherwise silent night. His words echoed off the surrounding buildings, each wave slicing me to the quick all over again. "That was our place. Not yours." His voice cracked right alongside my heart.
"Yeah, well, there was a lot of stuff that wasn't yours to take either." I held his gaze, desperately trying to be strong, but as his eyes grew wide, I whimpered.
His long legs strode forward, stopping only inches away from me. He was crowding me, but he still leaned in closer to my face. "There is nothing in this world that was ever more mine than you," he stated. Though it was the absolute truth, I wished with all my heart that it were a lie.
"Till," I cried, swiping the tears from my eyes.
"Why!" he shouted, causing his muscles to tense under the force. "Goddamn it! I needed that place."
Porch lights flashed on from the surrounding apartments, illuminating not only the dark but also my rage.
I shoved my hands into his chest. "What about what I needed? You left! I waited in that fucking apartment for weeks."
He didn't budge, but my bare feet slipped, sending me toward the ground. Impossibly fast, Till's hand snaked out and caught my arm. I didn't let his chivalrous gesture douse my fire. I had six months’ worth of words to say to the man I was irrevocably in love with.
"You took what you wanted. Then you left me."
"Doodle," he whispered.
I had been perilously close to the edge of insanity, and with one single word, he’d pushed me over.
I lost it completely.
Pounding my fists against his chest, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "It's Eliza! My name is fucking Eliza! Not Doodle!" I spun to march away, but Till's arms folded around me, lifting me off my feet to restrain me.
I was miniscule compared to him. There was no use in fighting, but I still kicked my legs, irrationally desperate to get away from him—but only because I knew I couldn't keep him for forever.
"Stop it!" he growled into my ear. "I know your Goddamn name—probably better than I know my own."




Aly Martinez


Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.


Saturday, December 13, 2014

Cover Reveal Excerpt- Accepting Cherry by T.H. Snyder

Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…

Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.

Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.

Despite her despair and the hell she's been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she's going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.

Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?

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Behind every prince is a story left untold.
Look behind the mask and you'll see it unfold…

Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He's the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer.

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn't that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn't have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.

The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…

When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?
I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear tonight. The club gives us an allowance on uniform every month, because it's a top end club. There are no lower class sleezeballs here. This is where the big dogs come out and play. This is the most private club in town. If you knew who some of our highest paying customers were you would know why. I have a birthday party that's reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of 10 men, all drunk off of their asses. I can tell a few of them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor.
This is what makes my job interesting and fun: breaking them in. A man gets a good first time and they'll be coming back for more, meaning more cash for me. I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my leg, giving me a sexy edge. Plus, it keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction.
I finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror. It's a sexy version of a clown; a white babydoll trimmed in all of the bright colors; the birthday hat and the sexy makeup top if off. My ruffle front thong in orange is the final dessert of the hour.
I paint my lips with a matching cherry red lipstick like my name and smack them in the mirror. "Cherry, you're up in ten. Don't keep them waiting. This is my biggest payout of the night."
I roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger's voice as he pokes his head inside the door. Show the man green and he'd lease us out in private hotels I'm sure. He would never admit that though. "I'll be right out, Roger." He likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets full.
I've already been up on stage a few times tonight, so for now I'm circulating the room. A man with a smirk approaches me and gives me a wad of cash, a hefty tip to take the birthday boy to the VIP room for a private lap dance. This guy has some nice friends. A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger. It is explained that's before the tip.
I head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the door. All private rooms have a bouncer keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times. As I'm getting my music queued up, I hum softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. I don't have to wait long when there is a knock at the door.
Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly sexy man. Something about his face looks familiar, but I can't place it. He has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle protruding from his fitted shirt. He must have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he's removed his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos running up his arms.
I don't know what it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a way I don't understand. Maybe it's the business meets bad boy persona. Whatever it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
I approach him at the door. "Hi, I'm Cherry."
He studies me for a moment with heated eyes. The way he looks at me is as if he's seen me before, like he knows me. "Hi, Cherry." My name rolls off his tongue in the most sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs. This is going to be fun: sexy and seductive.
The music starts to play and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger's chest, grabbing a fistful of black material. I drag him over to the seating area and turn, pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, chuckling. "Damn," he says, egging me on.
I place each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my hair from side to side. It starts the full body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing. I stand and turn, closing in on him. I shake my ass against his crotch, hardening beneath me. While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of the music. Turning my head to the side, I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a slow motion. I continue gyrating on his lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is pressing into the crack of my ass. I breathe in deeply…smelling his citrusy aftershave; something I would say is unique to him.
I get lost in the music and this sexy man pressed against my backside, as I allow him to become familiar with my body. Time stands still…for a while. I hear him grunt, praising me for the havoc I'm causing on his cock, and he isn't even naked. I finish out the dance as the song comes to an end. He stands and I watch as he fishes in his pockets. He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me. I stand here and stare at him in shock. I brush it off and reach for it, but he doesn't immediately turn it loose. "How much for house calls?"
I'm about to say something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch. "Listen, I don't usually come to places like this, but I'm here, and now that I am I kind of like it. You have a beautiful body. Let me show you what I can do with mine," he finishes quietly.
What a generous man, but I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants, so I know what he's referring to. "I don't think so, sweetie."
I'm ready to thank him and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him. He presses his lips to mine before I even know what's happening. I can taste the whiskey on his breath. Poor guy is so drunk I don't think he knows what he's asking me, but the way his hands introduce themselves to my backside I can't be sure. He pulls away and touches his index finger to my lips, silencing me. "Think about it. The club closes at two. I'll be outside waiting if you decide to take me up on my offer. Sometimes outside of the norm can be freeing…"
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing here alone. I'm not sure what the hell just happened, but I find myself considering it. I never do this. There's one reason why…."


T. Snyder writes New Adult erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn't writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii.



@tinisnyder



Cover Model: Lance Jones