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BLOG TOUR ~ imperfectly BAD (a series of imperfections) by A.E. Woodward
Wait, did we? Oh yeah, I remember.
No, that’s a lie, I don’t remember. I’ve had most of New York City and
I don’t really remember any of them. There’s only ever been one. . .This is my story. Read it, don’t read it. I really don’t give a damn.
It’s not going to change my life, so why the hell should I care?
Because I don’t care about anything.
Not since her.
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Three days, that was my average. Three days
before my skin started crawling and I needed another hit. By hit I
mean another girl. Girls were my drugs. They had been for a while
now. At least they were safe, well, as long as I made sure to wrap it.
with a lot of girls. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud
of, but there were worse things to be addicted to.
my hunting ground. The raven-haired firecracker from the other night
had left me feeling dirty, so I was in the mood for something sweet.
It was just a guess, but I figured women who spent their Friday
evening grocery shopping were probably more innocent.
normal shopping, placing a few things I needed in one of those hand
basket things then I took my spot by the cereals. Yes, the cereal
aisle. You want to talk about innocence—it doesn’t get any more
wholesome than cereal.
stood there, pretending to study the nutritional information. Luckily
I didn’t have to wait long before someone joined me. Someone up
there must have been smiling down on me because the first girl to
walk down the aisle was a solid “eight.”
covered in freckles, she was definitely what I would call “cute.”
The clothes she wore put her at college-aged, or certainly fresh out,
and her hand basket was empty. She was definitely here to pick up her dinner.
a good home-cooked meal. Poor thing. But never mind, her night was
about to get a whole lot better.
healthy bullshit. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at her and my
lips tipped upward in a smile. When I spoke, I kept my eyes fixed on
the shelves, but I knew she’d know I was talking to her. They always did.
“I’m trying to convince myself that
Fruity Pebbles are healthy.”
“Dinner?” I asked, turning to face her
and gesturing to the lack of food in her basket.
“Am I that transparent?”
“No, I’m just a good guesser.”
I stuck my hand out for her. “Rob,” I said as we shook hands.
Be sure to check out the rest of the Series of Imperfections!
imperfectly perfect
Emma, Tyler and Shane have been best friends since they were kids.
Along with their college addition, Rob, the four friends have an exciting life in NYC.
In fact, Emma Sloan appears to have it all.
Despite being happy with her current situation, a big family announcement leaves
Emma questioning whether she is truly content with her life. With her
thirtieth birthday fast approaching she vows to find her ‘perfect’ man any way she can.
But Emma will soon discover that the path of true love never runs smoothly and
that sometimes, instead of chasing love, you have to wait for love to find you…
imperfectly real
When nothing in your life goes right … go left.
Tyler Johnston has a life that would be the envy of most twenty-somethings.
He lives in New York City, surrounded by his closest friends, has a job
in a field he loves, and remains unattached — able to flit from one lady
to the next without responsibility.
Only problem is, Tyler isn’t in his twenties anymore…
Having watched two of his best friends fall in love and start a family,
Tyler is left wondering what will become of his life.
So when life hands Tyler his happy ever after, he struggles with his conscience.
Can something be right when it’s so very, very wrong?
Because everyone knows that two wrongs don’t make a right.
In fact, most of the time, they just make things a whole lot worse.
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Between her real job and writing she finds little time to enjoy life’s finer things.
However in the free time she does manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with
friends and family and reading. A.E. is the author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections:
Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad.
She is currently writing her fifth book, Working Girl.
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BLOG TOUR ~ CRANE by Stacey Rourke
The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.
Washington
Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly
truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane
returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be
buried deep.
What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?
Now,
Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must
rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to
channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and
Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own
damning curse.
But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?
wouldn’t have to cheat. Shrugging his navy blue sport coat over his
shoulders, he stepped forward, allowing the hotel room door to shut
behind him with a soft thump. A smug smile curled across his face,
his chest puffing with pride at his own prowess—thanks in part to
those spiffy little blue pills his doctor prescribed. The heels of
his wing-tipped loafers clicked against the cement stairs, one
impeccably manicured hand running along the handrail as he descended.
The rusted metal rail squeaked its protest under the faint touch.
Taking its suggestion, he retracted his hand.
had no idea.
snorting a quick, dry laugh.
down by the airport. Grinding to R&B’s raunchiest hits, while
clad only in a sequin thong. She was a sweet, albeit naïve, girl
that believed if she stroked Vic’s … ahem, ego just the
way he liked, she would someday find a fat rock on her finger and the
title of Van Tassel behind her name. Hence her insistence on the flea
bag hotel. She had flipped her bleached blonde waves, batted those
ridiculous fake eyelashes, and pouted that she couldn’t be seen as
the “other woman” by the same crowd she would soon be rubbing
elbows with. As if he would ever let that happen. Karma’s
airbrushed nails and hooker heels would never fit into his
world. After all, in Tarrytown the Van Tassel name meant something,
and not because of the stupid legend the residents of the small glen
of Sleepy Hollow mercilessly clung to. No, as one of the founding
families they helped build this town. Meaning, here, he might as well
be a Rockefeller. A fact he reveled in and would never tarnish
with outward displays of his cheap conquests … no matter how well
she could wiggle.
wide, jovial stride. As he shook his keys from the pocket of his
slacks, thumbing the button to unlock the doors, his phone buzzed
from the breast pocket of his Armani shirt.
only hint he needed that she’d already cracked open tonight’s
bottle of wine.
back up toward the room Karma had rented. A flash of her blonde locks
appeared from behind the stained drapes. He raised his hand in a
casual wave, but couldn’t tell from this distance if she returned
the gesture. “I just finished showing a multi-million dollar estate
that the buyers are very interested in, and now I get to head
home to my loving wife.”
she took another sip. “We’re the friggin’ Cleavers. Hey,
Cassidy is at the mall. I need you pick her up on your—“
station. Between the normal ebb and flow of rushing traffic, he heard
the distinct snap of hoof beats pounding over pavement. “What kind
of idiot would bring a horse out this close to the highway?”
south of him, Vic was sure of it. Yet somehow, without so much as a
faltered step, it shifted to the north. “Stopped for gas, that’s
all.” Vic paid little attention to the lie rolling off his tongue
as he rose up on tiptoe and craned his neck to peer into the
darkness.
exciting prospect of fresh booze.
“Are you near Gordon Bleau’s? I need a bottle of Amaretto.”
wandering hands. If he wanted to fend off an overly Botoxed hag that
reeked of booze, he’d go visit Nana at the home. Her old biddy
friends loved him, and putting in his time there helped secure his
spot in her will. “I’d love to, pet, but I’d hate to keep Cass waiting.”
down the collar of his shirt. He spun, his heart pounding painfully
in his chest, and pressed his back to the car door. Chills raced up
and down his spine, electrifying his entire body. Nothing.
There was nothing before him but that lone buzzing light and the
seedy motel. “Damn it! Punk kids!”
“You better watch out, Vic. It could be one of those lesser known
equestrian gangs.”
Vic needed to spur him into action. Throwing himself off the car, his
trembling fingers fumbled with the door handle. Behind him, metal
hissed free from leather. Slowly—with a cold, hard fist of dread
clenching his gut—his head swiveled.
“Oh,” he said with a nervous lilt of laughter to the ominous
symphony of black before him. “That’s … good. You got me. I
really believed for a sec—”
back. The blade of their arched sword gleaming gold under the
yellow-hued light.
“What’s happening?”
The only response she received came in the form of a ghostly whinny …followed by a soft thump.
Her shrieks were muted as the phone tumbled to the ground—right next to Vic’s still rolling head.
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RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
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Stacey Rourke lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and
two giant, dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction
and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the
imaginary people that live in her head. Mark your calendars! Her latest
literary adventure, Crane, will release May 26, 2014. She is currently
hard at work on the continuations of this thrilling Legends Saga, as
well as other literary projects.
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