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BOOK BLITZ – Anticipation by Cassandre Dayne
Publisher: Booktrope
Shannon Parker loves her husband with all her heart, but every day they seem to be growing further apart. Married to David for almost ten years, their relationship is loveless and they are constantly bickering. Unfortunately she can’t stop blaming him for difficulties from the past, and she suspects the bitter arguments are pushing him into the arms of another woman. When she confronts him with her thoughts, her ugly words screamed during a heated battle, he threatens to leave, sending her into a tirade of nasty innuendos.
And so she issued the words… I hate you.
At her wits end, a chance encounter with an old friend gives Shannon an unconventional idea and one she’d never considered. After days of contemplation, she realizes this might be their last hope at reconciliation. Determined to win David back, Shannon suggests a change – domestic discipline – into their household. Confused and unsure of the idea, David spends an entire week reading about the lifestyle. Making a difficult decision, the first day of the rest of their life brings excitement as well as apprehension, yet she refuses to go back on her word. When David texts her reminding her of the night’s discipline, she enters into hours of heated anticipation. Can their love survive alternating the balance of power?
Cassandre Dayne is the award winning, best selling author of over one hundred and seventy books She is also a blog talk radio host of ‘The Edge’, highlighting authors, publishers and other artists who take their creative pieces to a raw and unconventional precipice. Her works as Cassandre have delved into various aspects of BDSM, D/s, edge play, domestic discipline, LGBT, poems and dark thrillers in books as well as her widely read blog. She also has a love of all things terrifying and pens horror and paranormal pieces. Cassandre is an advocate for education and continued understanding of a true D/s lifestyle, one widely mistaken as a form of abuse. With her co-author, Christian Jensen, she’s written several books that are considered edgy and terrifying. The books will be publisher by Booktrope under the Edge Imprint. She won second place for the paranormal ménage of the year for Bad Things from the Paranormal Romance Guild as well as Honorable Mention with RWA Passionate Ink for Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper. She’s also received several other awards throughout her career. She is the Managing Director for the Entice and Edge Imprints for Booktrope. She’s a proud member of: The International Thriller Writers The Australian Romance Readers Association EPIC
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EXCERPT ~ Best Laid Plans by Stylo Fantome
THE PLAN:
* Smuggle diamonds from Liberia to Morocco
* Make the trip in three days
* Don’t get caught
* Don’t kill each other
* Don’t have sex with each other
* Don’t fall for each other
* Stick to the plan
This is the story of what happens when an unlikely bond is formed between enemies, causing tensions to rise, and igniting a chemistry that threatens to burn them both. Together, they’ll learn that sometimes even the best laid plans can fail.
If this NOVEL were a MOVIE, it would have an R rating from the MPAA. Contains: Violence, Grisly Images, Strong Language, Nudity, and Graphic Sexual Content.
It’s not long until the release of Stylo’s next great release, BEST LAID PLANS….
Head over to Shh Moms Reading and check out an excerpt from this much anticipated book!!!
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BLOG TOUR – Souls Unfractured by Tillie Cole
Souls Unfractured
by Tillie Cole
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Title: Souls Unfractured
Series: Hades Hangmen #3
Author: Tillie Cole
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Release date: 11th August 2015
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“For fractured souls are like magnets.
Drawn to collide into an impossible bliss…”
Labeled a ‘Cursed’ woman of Eve from birth, Maddie has endured nothing but pain and repression at the hands of The Order’s most abusive elder, Moses. Now living with her sister in The Hang-men’s secluded compound, finally, Maddie, is free. Free from the suffocating faith she no longer believes in. Free from endless years of physical and mental torment.
Just… free…
At age twenty-one, the timid and shy Maddie is content to live within the confines of her new home—safe from the outside world, safe from harm and, strangely, protected by the Hangmen’s most volatile member; the heavily pierced and tattooed, Flame.
Flame.
The man who ceaselessly watches over her with his midnight dark and searing eyes. The man who protects her with a breath-taking intensity. And the man who stirs something deep within her numbed heart.
But when circumstances conspire for Flame to need HER help, Maddie bravely risks it all for the broken man who has captivated her fragile soul.
The Hangmen’s most infamous member, Flame, is ruled by one thing—anger. Plagued by haunting demons from his past, an all-consuming rage, and isolated by an abhorrent hatred of being touched, Flame’s days are filled with suffocating darkness, pierced only by a single ray of light—Maddie. The shy, beautiful woman he cannot purge from his thoughts. The woman he has an overwhelming need to possess…
… the only person who has ever been able to touch him.
Flame’s mission in life is to protect Maddie, to keep her safe. Until a trigger from his troubled past sends him spiraling into madness, trapping him in the deepest recesses of his disturbed mind.
His Hangmen brothers fear that Flame is beyond saving.
His only hope of salvation: Maddie and her healing light.
EXCERPT:
I sat bolt up right in the chair and stared at the dark line of the forest. My heart slammed against my ribcage when a figure emerged from the heavy foliage.
My breathing paused, fear taking hold, then a familiar pair of leather boots and trousers entered the moonlit lawn. Blades hung at his sides, and his torso was naked under the heavy leather cut.
Flame.
My heart, that was already racing, seemed to beat at an impossible speed. And then Flame lifted his head, and it ceased to beat at all.
The frown that was on his face instantly blanked. His lips mumbling something under his breath, stilling mid-speech.
I clutched the blanket lying over my knees to my chest. I remained frozen, as did Flame. I had not expected him to come tonight, his friend had taken him back to his home. I could see from my window how exhausted he had been. I could see, even in the haze of moonlight, how tired he was still.
Flame’s hands clenched at his sides. His chest heaved with movement that was too quick, then he abruptly turned on his heel, and with a rigid back, he headed back into the forest.
My stomach sank as he turned to leave, and without conscious thought, I slammed my sketchpad shut, shuffled to the edge of the seat and called out, “Wait! Do not go!”
Flame stopped dead.
As did I.
Swallowing back my nerves, my shock at what I had just done, I said, “Please, Flame. Do not go… I… I am glad you are here.”
Flame’s fingers curled and uncurled at his side, then straightening his shoulders, he slowly turned. His large frame was rigid as he faced me once more. Then he just stood. Stood at the end of the forest, his attention fixed forward.
But I wanted him closer.
Still perched on the edge of my seat, I asked, “Would you like to come closer? I… I have been sitting out here alone as I could not sleep. It…” I took a deep breath, fighting my natural instinct to flee, and continued. “It would be nice to have some company.”
Flame remained still, his rigid body convincing me that he would not come any nearer. Then, to my surprise, he began walking, his powerful legs bringing him closer to where I sat.
In the still and silent night, I could hear him counting his steps one to eleven, then repeating it back to himself under his breath. My head tilted to the side as he approached, a swirl of anticipation and fear mixing in my stomach.
His skin on his arms looked newly cut, and I could not help but feel sad for him. For whatever had happened to make him need to harm himself in such a way. Grasping the blade in his hand, his fingers tightened on the handle. Like he needed the blade as a comfort.
As though he was nervous to be here with me now.
Inhaling a long breath, I asked quietly, “Would you like to sit?” I pointed at the chair to in front of mine. Flame looked at the chair through his long black lashes, and exhaling sharply through his nose, sat beside me. I smelled the oil and leather. I smelled the rich musk and spice scent that only belonged to Flame and warmth filled my bones.
He was sat beside me.
Flame was sitting right beside me.
Dropping my eyes to the frayed edges of the gray blanket wrapped around me, I played with the clustered strands of wool just for something to help with the nerves accosting my body.
But Flame was absolutely still. Absolutely silent.
Then I glanced to the side only to see him watching. As soon as our eyes met, he dropped his. A blush raced to fill my cheeks, and for some unknown reason, a whisper of a smile pulled on the corner of my mouth.
Lifting my head, I stared at the large moon, and found the courage to speak, “I did not think you would be coming to see me tonight.”
After several seconds of silence, I believed Flame would not respond. Until I caught him shift in his seat, and he said roughly, “I couldn’t stay away.”
My pulse raced at his response and I whispered, “Why?”
Flame’s shoulder shrugged, then focusing back on the blade in his hand, he said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I…” Flame trailed off.
“And what?” I pushed.
“I needed to be near you. I needed to know you were safe.”
AUTHOR BIO
Tillie Cole is a Northern girl through and through. She originates from a place called Teesside on that little but awesomely sunny (okay I exaggerate) Isle called Great Britain. She was brought up surrounded by her English rose mother — a farmer’s daughter, her crazy Scottish father, a savage-ly sarcastic sister and a multitude of rescue animals and horses.
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BOOK BLITZ ~ ROCK HIS WORLD by Kristi Hancock
Rock His World by Kristi Hancock
ROCK HIS WORLD by Kristi Hancock is a scorching hot erotica that gives new meaning to the words, “Rock and Roll.” In this naughty tale of sexy nerd meets punk rocker, the bad girl and the good boy burn up the music sheets and turn up the volume—all the way to mind blowing.
If Mari Carr’s Sugar and Spice was music to your ears, you’ll get rocked, HARD, by Rock His World.
Title: Rock His World
Series: Naughty by Nature
Author: Kristi Hancock
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: August 10, 2015
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Synopsis:
Sasha Ford lives life her way. Tattooed, pierced, and professionally satisfied, the Seattle music-lover has found her groove. She’s living her dream as a free-spirited graphic artist, but the fearless vixen has grown bored with her booty-calls and is on the prowl for a new conquest. Her trademark black eyeliner and scarlet lips serve as both invitation and warning to any man she pursues.
Seven years of college transformed small-town bad boy Avery Kingston into a super-geek. New to the city with his shiny PhD, he struggles to find his social identity by connecting with his tough guy roots. Attempting to merge his past with his present in the counter-culture, he finds himself in over his head—especially when sexy Sasha drags him into her world of mosh-pits and after-parties.
Sasha only expects a one night stand, but their searing chemistry leads them in a direction she’s less than comfortable with. Confronted with the female version of who Avery thought he could be, Sasha’s sexual advances bring out a carnal need to give as good as he gets. Sasha believes she can’t maintain her own identity if she’s in a serious relationship, but Avery wants more than sex from his hot rebel. He must convince her of his love and respect for her fierce independent streak or say goodbye to her forever. Is Avery strong enough to make Sasha break her own rules?
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Excerpt from Rock His World:
“I’m Sasha.” The perky voice came from his right.
Of course she was. A woman who looked like that couldn’t not have an exotic name. Shorter than him with hazel eyes rimmed in onyx, she stared up from under a shaggy mop of blue-black hair. Small silver hoop earrings spanned the edge of her left ear from lobe to tip. Her off-the-shoulder black knit top showcased tattoos covering the length of her right arm. Black skinny jeans disappeared into her scuffed Doc Marten boots—the fashion version of what he purchased at the Army Surplus store. Her vibrant red lips practically begged him to nip at them, and his pulse thrummed with a mix of testosterone and adrenaline.
“I’m Avery.” He wondered how he missed the woman as she approached him. She studied his eyes. “You like punk?”
“Usually. I’ve never heard Schlong, but the club’s website said it was a bucket-list band.”
“Most of the shows here are memorable, but they’re one of my favorites.”
“Why?” A geek in a wanna-be modern James Dean facade, it was his favorite question.
“Hmmm. Their music is sort of like a punk-funk mix, plus the band really interacts with the crowd. The energy is infectious and great to dance to, but it’s not your typical mosh pit. It’s,” she paused, “happier.”
Avery hadn’t been able to hide his widening eyes at the term “mosh pit”—the white water rapids in a river of dancing bodies could suck you under and leave you fighting your way out of the turbulence. He had never been in one but with stories of lost footwear and bloodied noses, so the concept of a “happy” mosh pit lay beyond his comprehension.
The opening band had finished their set and was breaking down their gear. The countdown clock ticked on their conversation time.
Sasha continued, “Where are you from?”
“Portland.”
“Not so far away.”
“Maine.”
“Oh. Scratch that.”
“Technically, an hour outside of Portland.” Where he had been the biggest fish in their tiny pond of bad boys. And had absolutely nothing on the people in Seattle, including the woman beside him.
“What’s it like?”
“Cold. Very cold. I was thrilled to move here for the rain.”
“Seriously?”
“You have no idea. I would rather spend the rest of my life wet and in above freezing temperatures than to shovel snow one more winter.”
“I can’t imagine. This is the first place I’ve lived that didn’t have bikini weather. But I love it. The people are so real and accepting.”
Avery nodded politely since he hadn’t been in town long enough to tell.
Sasha tilted her head. “I think I might like you.” She reached up on her toes, gave him a peck on the lips, and traipsed off toward the stage where Schlong tuned their guitars and tested their bass and drums.
About Kristi Hancock:
Kristi Hancock became an author of erotica and erotic romance when the characters in her dirty mind demanded to come to life. Creating worlds ranging from the music underground of Seattle to the hot spots of colorful Key West to the vibrant streets of New York City (and the hotel rooms above them), she leads heroes and heroines through intense sexual experiences that transform them into stronger and more confident people.
Her racy stories are guaranteed to make you randy.
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COVER REVEAL ~ Remembering Tate by Sarah Elizabeth
COVER REVEAL
Remembering Tate by Sarah Elizabeth
(Release date: TBA in September)
Synopsis:
He watches me from across the room, with want, with need, desire, with love.
He looks at me with adoration, with hesitation, desperation, and guilt.
He tells me he loves me. He tells me he’s sorry. He assures me that everything will be okay and back to normal with time.
Only, I don’t know what normal is.
I don’t know who he is.
I don’t even know who I am.
Why is he watching me?
Why is he sorry?
Why can’t I remember?
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BLOG TOUR ~ The Immortal Compromise by Shannon Bell
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Will she be able to survive as a mortal?
Can Nico and Olivier come up with a compromise that allows them to work together?
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