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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Southern Sweets, A Midnight Novel by Cori Williams


TITLE: Southern Sweets:
A Midnight Novel
 
AUTHOR: Cori Williams
 

PUBLISHER: Booktrope Publishing
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 


 

Sugar and spice don’t always play nice—Amelia Emerson learned that the hard way after her heart was snatched straight from her chest. What was done could not be forgotten.
Tanner made his choice, and there was no turning back from the hurt he caused. Amelia is left dealing with the aftermath and trying to juggle the new life she has been handed.
Worn down, she struggles to gain back the confidence she once possessed, and prove to everyone she is able to do things on her own—But when life takes another sharp turn in an unexpected direction, will she be able to let go and start fresh? Or is the pain too unbearable to forget?


 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
Cori Williams is a contemporary romance writer who recently relocated from Michigan to southern living in the mountains of North Carolina. When she’s not busy taking care of her three young children and sometimes fourth, aka as her husband, you’ll find her tapping away at the keyboard with music blaring and endless amounts of candy fuel at hand. Her love of reading from a very young age transferred over to a love of writing and now the stories are never ending as she creates the happily ever afters for her characters with sometimes bumpy journeys along the way. “Forever isn’t always easy.”
 
 

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COVER REVEAL – The Devil’s Wife by Gemma James

 

 

Title: The Devil’s Wife

Series: Devil’s Kiss  

Author: Gemma James

 

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance

Cover Design: Gemma James 

 Release Date: March 28, 2016


 

Blurb

 

No one claims marriage is easy. That is especially true for Kayla Sutton, because she’s married to a sadist who takes the meaning of the word “dominance” to new heights. But Kayla should have known. She fell for his wicked ways after he blackmailed her, stayed after he kidnapped her, went back to him after he almost destroyed them both with his unpredictable fury.

Then she married him. 

A year has passed since Kayla agreed to love, honor, and obey. Day after day, she survives his volatile nature. On her knees at his feet, underneath him between the sheets, bent over the bed to receive the fiery lash of his belt. But she’s beginning to miss the one thing she promised Gage Channing when she married him: her freedom.

 

NOTE TO READERS: THE DEVIL’S WIFE is a continuation of THE DEVIL’S KISS SERIES. For a better reading experience, please begin with the Devil’s Kiss before reading the Devil’s Wife. For mature audiences only. Includes explicit and disturbing subject matter that may offend some readers.

 

 


 


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Author Bio

 

Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

 

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ – Liquid & Ash by E.M. Abel

Title: Liquid & Ash

Author: E.M. Abel

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: March 1, 2016

 


Blurb

 

Love was my weakness. 

In the light of the truth, no one can hide. 

Derek had ignited a spark inside of my heart, a hope for a love I never expected to find. However, our connection lacked the substance it needed to burn. Weakened with resentment, our relationship crumbled under deception, slowly dissolving into ash.

I had sacrificed myself for him and paid the price.

By the time Brandon entered into my life, the longing in my heart had turned cold. But fate was not done with me. His crystal blue eyes and fluid touch revived a wish that had been frozen in time. He gave me hope once again. 

Hope is a dangerous thing, especially when you dare to dream.

**WARNING: This book contains adult content and drug use.

 
 

 


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E.M. Abel was born and raised a Marine Corps brat. She spent a large portion of her life moving and living in her mother’s home country, Japan. As a result, she gained independence and a unique perspective on the world. The youngest of three girls, E.M. Abel spent a lot of time alone in her room writing or sketching in her journals and dreaming up stories. Growing up, she wrote poems, short stories and articles for her high school newspaper. She also fell in love with art and discovered her deep need for self-expression.

Now, a Navy wife with two small children of her own, she still loves being creative and most of all translating her stories into novels. E.M. Abel, now referred to as E or Em by her friends and readers, can often be found with her headphones on jamming out to punk rock, in a chair getting tattooed or cooking dinner for her kids and attending gymnastics practice. No matter what she’s doing in her life, she’s always sure to do it her way.

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BOOK BLITZ ~ Dare to Love by S.B. Alexander

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Dare to Love
The Maxwell Series
by S.B. Alexander

Publication Date: February 16, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

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Sexy, confident, college playboy, Kelton Maxwell has his future right in the palm of his hands. Women want him. Guys want to be him. And he’s got one foot in the door at Harvard Law. All he needs now is just one prestigious internship at a highfalutin law firm to seal the deal. Nothing can stand in his way.

Until…

A blast from the past smacks him right in the face, bringing back memories he tried to forget. Kelton swore he’d never go back–never put himself through that again. He’d rather pledge his allegiance to the devil himself before he drops to his knees to worship a woman—especially her.

He won’t dare to get close.
Won’t dare to let her in.
Can’t dare to love.


 

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S. B. Alexander is an avid reader and loves to transport herself into other worlds–ones where vampires and the fantastical exist. Where life is the playground for the impossible. When she’s not working a full time job, and plotting her next novel, she loves anything baseball and loves to play golf.

 
 

 


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TEASER REVEAL – Deep by Skye Warren

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Coming soon on February 23, 2016, we’re thrilled to host the
teaser reveal for Deep by Skye Warren!

Deep is the final book in the Chicago Underground Series
and it’s a STANDALONE!

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Blurb:

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.

Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.

We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.

Then he turns up outside my dorm room—wounded and barely conscious. He’s the head of a crime syndicate, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.

I can help him, but I can’t fall for him.

Not again.

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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.

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BLOG TOUR ~ Annabella’s Oblivion & Jane’s Surrender by VF Mason

 

 

Title: Annabella’s Oblivion

Series: Hard World Tour #1

By: V.F. Mason

 

Publication Date: February 3, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

 


 

Sometimes love is our only salvation…

 

Annabella

 

My brother and I shared the unbreakable bond that held us through thick and thin.

 

Nick helped me to achieve my dreams and meet my best friends.

 

Our shared talents with girls allowed us to create one of the best rock bands of our generation.

 

We had it all.

 

Fame, money, freedom.

 

The future held nothing but endless possibilities for us, and I couldn’t be happier.

 

Until the person I loved most, my brother, was gone.

 

And nothing was ever the same.

 

The Oblivion consumed me, and I never wanted to come back.

 

But then Nate Jackson decided to save me, and I was powerless to stop him from bulldozing into my life and make me live again.



 

 


 

Annabella’s Oblivion

 

Copyright2016 V.F. Mason

All rights reserved

Prologue

 

Annabella

 

When you lose someone you love, you want to scream as you fall to your knees, begging for anything to release the pain. People say, once you let it all out, you’re finally able to accept the fact that the person you love is gone and you can proceed with the funeral and the grieving.

They say time heals everything and makes us remember those we lost only with smiles and good memories, and all the bad things fade away.

Well, you know what? It’s all fucking bullshit. Time doesn’t heal shit; it just makes you deal with the painful reality that they’re never coming back.

There is no scream. The minute you get the news, all you hear is a deep buzzing sound in your ears and everything around you is just quiet, as if you were in a vacuum.

Funerals and seeing the body? Makes you loathe it even more and get angry at all those people who think they know better, who give you that pitiful stare and tell you someday everything will be all right. They promise to be there for you and always offer their support.

That was a fucking lie, too. No one’s here with me right now. I lie in bed all alone and the pain doesn’t go away. That, I guess, is the whole point to being in rehab.

“Bella, you are fucking using, and you want me to let you go on with it?”

“Take her to a center. She is a fucking druggie.”

“Have you thought for a second how Nick would react to this?”

I hear all those voices in my head every time I try to relax. There is no getting away from them, or from those people who think they understand.

They think they’re allowed to judge.

Well, they fucking aren’t. They don’t know what it’s like to be me and deal with the pain when you have to smile for the press or perform on stage.

No, they fucking don’t, and I hate them for judging me.

Drugs, they were my friends. For just a moment, they allowed me to see him, to imagine and talk to him. I was able to laugh and experience a slight joy because he was here every time I took another dose. They took it away from me and thought I would deal with the grief.

How can I ever deal with it?

The person I loved most, the one who always believed in me, who was there for me when I wanted to explore my talent and go big, who saved me from the blows of our father, he’s gone.

He is never coming back. He can never hug me and tell me it’s going to be okay, because nothing can be okay for me anymore. I want him here with me, but at the same time, I know he would have been disappointed in me. He would never take drugs or approve of me doing something so bad either. He hated them because they destroyed our parents, and he helped kids like us make a different choice.

There is one vivid memory of him and me, when I was five and he was ten, and we walked around the park with just our sweaters and coats as protection against the biting wind, even though our coats were old and didn’t do much to keep us warm. I had wanted to see the park and he showed me. My teeth chattered from the cold, so he removed his coat with the intention of placing it on me.

“No, Nick! It’s freezing!” He held me close as I tried to get away, because as cold as I was, I didn’t want him to suffer. And if he became sick, there was no medicine to heal him. Our parents spent what little money they had on the alcohol and didn’t give a thought to their kids. Nick ignored my arguments and placed his jacket on me.

“It’s okay. I feel better knowing you are protected.” It made me cry, but he just smiled and hugged me. He was my hero. There wasn’t a time in my life when he didn’t put me and my needs first. He’d attended every one of my concerts and even arranged my music deal.

He will always be my hero. But he’s gone.

He is gone forever.

How can I live in a world where he no longer exists?

How is it possible to breathe in a world where my big brother, the only family I’ve ever had, doesn’t exist?

He is gone, and sometimes, I wish like hell I could have gone with him, that it would have been me who’d died in that car accident all those months ago. It should have been me who laid on the table, my body cold and lifeless.

They say atonement comes one way or another, or the guilt eventually vanishes.

That’s fucking bullshit, too. I’m a coward; I don’t want to live with the guilt. I want to live in my small fantasy-reality, where he’s alive.

I know I’m probably as good as done with the band. There is no way the girls and Jeremy will let me stay after all this; plus, how can they ever trust me?

They shouldn’t, because as much as I love what I do—what we do—if I had the choice again between them and that life, and drugs and my brother, I would choose Nick in a heartbeat.

My name is Annabella Katherine Hastings. I’m the lead singer of one of the most famous girl rock bands in the world, a fan favorite of many—supposedly with the voice of an angel—and I’ve recently become a druggie.

Welcome to my world.

 

 


 

Title: Jane’s Surrender

Series: Hard World Tour #2

By: V.F. Mason


Publication Date: February 3, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

 
 


Sometimes love is our greatest fear…

 

Jane

 

I never really believed that love could heal until my parents adopted me. They showered me with love and attention, and through them I met my three best friends.

 

Our mutual talents allowed us to create a band that became one of the most popular rock bands in our generations.

 

We had everything, yet my heart longed for one thing.

 

Love.

 

I dreamed about the Knight in shining armor who would come and sweep me off my feet.

 

One day, I finally met him.

 

Only to be crushed when he fell in love with my best friend.

 

I gave up on love, deciding that happily ever after wasn’t for everyone.

 

Until Drake came into my life and made my head spin.

 
 

Drake

 

I always knew that Id recognize the girl who is supposed to be mine from the first moment of meeting her.

 

Jane came into my life spontaneously, and we spend one amazing night filled with passion, laughter, and fun.

 

On the next day, she was gone.

 

My girl wanted nothing to do with me.

 

However, I was there to show her that no matter what a man never gives up on the woman he wants and some things are worth fighting for.


 

 

Jane’s Surrender

Copyright2016 V.F. Mason

All rights reserved

 

Chapter 1

 

The night that changed everything

 

Las Vegas, Nevada

March, 2013

Jane, 21 years old

“Come on, Jane. Live a little!” Ariel shouted in my ear and gave me yet another shot of tequila, and I just rolled my eyes.

The girl was crazy, but she probably didn’t give a shit. That made me smile, especially when I thought about all the things she did in life. I shook my head and moved the shot to the side. I didn’t feeling like drinking, and maybe I just wasn’t in the mood.

We were in a crowded Las Vegas nightclub, where the music was so loud you had to shout to be heard, and the booze was flowing. This club was one of the most exclusive places in the city. We paid a lot of money to get into the VIP lounge, and even I had to admit the design was fabulous.

The lounge’s golds and reds were mesmerizing as they glittered vividly from the colorful club light. A big chandelier with crystals sparkled, emphasizing its beauty. On the huge dance floor with fog and lights, people danced and brushed against each other, drunk and out of control. The DJ above, wearing headphones, his eyes closed, moved his arms to the beat of the song. He appeared to be unaware he was in the crowded room. The bar was filled with eager, slightly tipsy people who wore designer clothes. Comfortable couches were scattered around the space.

The friendly staff consisted of long-legged sexy waitresses in short black uniforms, black stockings, and high heels. The bartenders were seriously hot guys with cocky smiles and flirty winks. They wore leather pants and tight shirts, which gave the women customers a good look at their amazing chests, and probably contributed to very good tips from the horny ladies.

The club had some of the best dancers in the world. A few cages hovering above the floor were filled with graceful, hot women who alluringly danced to the songs and did wonders with the ropes. I found it hard not to be jealous of their flexibility.

The club, Resisting Me, opened a few months back, and quickly became a hit. No one knew much about the owners, but a rumor hinted at twin brothers who liked to get their kinks behind closed doors.

We’d been dying to go for ages, so I had no clue why I felt out of sorts.

Sam, Bella, and Megan danced wildly. Their arms waved above their heads while they shook their asses to the music. Several guys moved in closer, but my friends didn’t pay any attention to them.

They were too into girls’ night to mess with the guys, and besides, they promised Nick to behave. Nick was Bella’s brother, or rather the brother of the whole band, and long-time boyfriend of Megan. He was crazy about his girl, and it took us some time and bribes to convince him to let her go unwind a little with us. I was glad she was enjoying herself. However, that meant no sex for the girls.

Well, at least not in the club. I knew the girls would find a way to sneak some guys into the hotel rooms. None of them wanted anything serious, but they loved to unwind sometimes, and who could blame them? I would have done it too, if only I could.

Ariel sighed in frustration, pinned her hair in a knot on top of her head, and moved closer. She took a sip of her drink and then pointed a finger at me.

“You aren’t having fun at all. This is our night out, and for the first time since we became famous, we don’t have to hide. It took us ages to convince everyone to let us go out, and here you are making me mad.” Her finger jabbed into my arm.

Vicious creature.

Nonetheless, her words were filled with truth.

We became famous three years ago. The minute the world heard our group, Hard World, we became an overnight sensation. Millions of likes on YouTube, platinum albums, tours, multi-million dollar contracts, everything a successful rock band wanted, which also included wild wrap parties, exclusive hotels, and vacations. We enjoyed luxury life at its best.

That, however, had two sides, because it meant we had to be extremely careful what we did and where we did it. We couldn’t exactly go to regular places and have fun all the time. Especially because Jeremy, our manager, had a hissy fit about it. He hated all those parties.

By the way, he was usually clenching his fists, drinking himself into oblivion, and giving the stink eye to all of Sam’s bed partners; you didn’t have to be a genius to figure out why.

“How am I making you mad?” I asked. Her beautiful emerald eyes held disbelief. She just shook her head and threw back another shot.

Ariel was a thing of beauty, an hourglass body with curves that made men turn their heads, long, red curly hair, which shined like fire on a bright sunny day, and those eyes of hers. No wonder men all over the world went crazy for our little mermaid.

“Because you’re grumpy and refuse to drink or dance,” she pouted.

“I’m not. I’m just a bit tired; that’s all.” It was a flat out lie, and she probably knew it, but after a long hard stare, she let it go. It was for the best too. I wasn’t about to share everything, because there was no point in doing it. Although the four of us were the closest friends possible, we sort of had two camps inside the group. Sam and Bella shared a special bond, while Ariel and I shared another. That’s why we were always attuned to each other’s mood swings and everything else.

“Fine. Are you gonna go then?”

“Yep. I need some good sleep.” I leaned closer and kissed her on her soft cheek. “I’ll buy your favorite cookies.”

“Carbs for more curves? No, thanks,” she snorted, gulping one more shot and flashing me a picture of her in workout clothes on her Instagram page. “After all, I have a fitness blog going on for curvy women. I can’t eat them.”

“Chocolate chip cookies, babe.”

She narrowed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and looked at me suspiciously. “How many?”

Ah, I knew it would be easy to bribe her. I moved closer to her, and whispered in her ear, “Five.”

She glanced around, nodded, and we shook hands.

“It’s a deal. But keep it quiet. The walls have ears.” I swear if people heard what my friends and I talked about, they would think we needed to be locked up.

“Pinky swear.”

She rolled her eyes, and said, “Just go.” Then she blew me a kiss.

“Yeah, just don’t be mad,” I replied. Her attention was already on the hot-looking guy on the dance floor, who was making his way toward her. She flashed him a cocky smile and licked her red, lipstick-covered lips.

Looked like she had found her prey for the night.

I made my way through sweaty bodies, people who were kissing, and several drunks who wanted to play grab ass, but were quickly shut down by the security guys who removed them.

Near the exit, the wall was made of several small mirrors, which created some kind of weird art composition. It was hard not to notice myself in the reflection, not that there was much to look at.

There wasn’t a lot to admire about me. I was skinny, but my firm ass was often noticed. My dull brown eyes were framed by black hair cut in a bob. I wore biker-chick clothes, because I loved bikes. My body sported several tattoos. I was plain, just like my name implied. Every damn magazine in the world made it their mission to point out how funny and out of place I was among all the beauties in my band. It hurt the first time, and—who was I kidding?—it still did, but I had to accept it. I wasn’t about to show weakness to anyone, especially the paparazzi.

Finally, outside, I breathed the fresh spring air and loved the way the breeze calmed and cooled my body.

Las Vegas was beautiful in its own way: all those lights, casinos, and interesting buildings. Everywhere, people had fun, and it was a good change from our busy New York life. People smiled, waved, and took pictures. Some of them were seriously drunk, but still laughed their asses off. The tourists were dressed in colorful Hawaiian shirts, and the locals in suits or jeans.

What made the majority of the people in this city different was the excitement that shone in their eyes and the aura of adventure around them.

My attention was on my surroundings, so the push from behind that made me fall forward came out of nowhere. My heart racing, I was just about to land on the hard concrete when strong, masculine hands caught me from the front and held me tight, saving me from a painful fall.

“Sorry, hun, didn’t see you there.” I looked back at a young guy who wasn’t older than mid-twenties as he gave me an apologetic smile. The bump was an accident, not anything to get angry about. It could have been a lot worse had it not been for the guy who caught me.

I gave him a reassuring smile and opened my mouth to speak, but I wasn’t given the chance as the chest under my palms vibrated from the stranger’s raspy voice.

“Maybe next time, you’ll pay better attention to where you’re going.” His voice was deep, husky, and masculine, and surprisingly, it sent shivers down my spine all the way to my toes.

The guy who accidently pushed me paled, mumbled something under his breath, and quickly took off running.

Curious, my eyes moved up, and my breathing stopped for a second.

He was tall; his wide shoulders blocked my view behind him, almost as though I was standing in front of a wall. He was rather bulky, his arms muscled, evident by the way his black shirt stretched over them. My hands moved of their own accord over his brick-hard chest. Instantly, my palms tingled; I moved them away quickly and stepped back. Somehow, the move was like losing my anchor.

What the hell was that? I finally looked at his face. He had the deepest, most beautiful sapphire eyes I’d ever seen. Those glorious eyes were surrounded by long lashes and set into his perfect, handsome face. His shaggy blond hair fell to just below his ears but didn’t reach his shoulders. His kind smile brought attention to his full lips. He gazed down at me with an expression in his eyes I didn’t understand, because no one had ever looked at me that way.

I’d never met a man like him, and I didn’t understand my body’s reaction to him. I had visions of his naked skin against mine, two bodies entwined in bed, making love for hours.

I found it hard to breathe. “Thank you,” I whispered. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He gave me a half smile and moved forward.

I fought the need to step back, because it seemed like he was a predator and I was his prey. His whole attention was focused on me, his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t move back from me, sweetheart,” he growled.

“I don’t know you. Don’t call me that.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back on his chest, resurrecting that electrifying feeling of his presence. His body was as hot as summer in Texas, and his tanned skin made me want to run my fingers over it.

“What do you want me to call you then?” he whispered against my lips, which were a hair’s breadth away.

“I…I don’t know,” I gasped. What was this? What was I doing? He was a stranger on the street, and I was in his arms feeling like he was the only one who could give me oxygen.

Before any of this could make sense to me, he lowered his head and covered my lips with his.

It was like the world stopped.

And I was left alone with him in it.

He slowly nipped my lips then licked and sucked on the lower one, which made me moan, a perfect opening for him to deepen the kiss.

This was our first kiss. All I knew about kisses was that they were gentle and tender.

The few guys I let kiss me were shy, and they didn’t really make my toes curl, but their kisses were nice. They weren’t passionate, because I simply didn’t inspire those feelings in men.

Those kisses seemed dull and uninteresting compared to the one from the stranger.

His kiss was deep, passionate, hard, and painful. It seemed as though he wanted to devour my mouth and leave his imprint on me, like he was marking me for everyone to see and punishing me at the same time, but for what, I didn’t know. He guided his tongue into my mouth, making me shiver and shyly answer his kiss, which earned me another growl. Following his lead allowed me to learn those kind of kisses, and I never wanted them to stop. My whole body was on fire, and for the first time in my life, I felt heat between my thighs, and my nipples got hard from the contact with another person. When my lungs burned from lack of air, he released my lips. We were both breathing heavily, and our eyes were still locked on each other.

“Beautiful.” The word was like cold water washing over me, and I was suddenly aware of everything happening around me. His compliment wasn’t the truth, and it broke the spell.

I hated that he had kissed me, but it was hard not to want more. For one damn minute, I believed in magic again. But the real world and memories forced me back from my fantasy world to land on my ass.

Hard.

“I need to go.” I had to get out of there, from him and a situation I didn’t understand, which confused me. Everything was blurry, and I just wanted to run away.

That wasn’t right.

That wasn’t me.

I’d never reacted to men like I did him; I just never liked guys, period.

Except Jeremy, but thinking about him made my heart ache, so I didn’t.

I’d already met the man of my dreams and knew he loved someone else, so I had to live with that.

I wasn’t looking for love. I was done.

 
 

 


 

V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen.

Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it.

When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

 
 

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7 Days to Go ~ RELEASE COUNTDOWN ~ Beyond Ruin (Beyond #7) by Kit Rocha

7 DAYS TO GO…………….

 

It’s soooo close guys, so by popular request our favourite Kit Rocha gals are counting down to release day with excerpts of their four fearless protagonists in previous books!

Today’s Teaser Quote is from Beyond Innocence


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Adrian Maddox fled his royal life—and tragic past—in Sector One, choosing instead to join up with the O’Kanes. For years, he’s lived by one rule: love fast, love hard, and always be willing to walk away.
He’s managed to guard his heart, keep it whole and untouched—until now.

They couldn’t be more different—
Dylan, the brilliant, burned-out doctor from Eden who drowns his pain with drugs and self-destruction.
Scarlet, the sensuous, sexy rocker from Three, a woman unafraid to embrace the world.
And Jade, the whore turned spy from Sector Two, who battled addiction and came out stronger than anyone he’s ever met.

Separately, they make Mad long to open his heart, to tumble head-first into a sea of possibilities and wild love. Together, they make him burn, inside and out, with lust and unbearable, unimaginable pleasure.

Then one fateful moment shakes their world to its foundations—and leaves the sectors on the verge of all-out war with Eden.
It’s the biggest fight the O’Kanes have ever faced, and Mad and his lovers are at the dead center of it.
They could end up with everything they never knew they wanted—or lose it all.
Including their lives.



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Kit Rocha is the pseudonym for co-writing team Donna Herren and Bree Bridges. After penning dozens of paranormal novels, novellas and stories as Moira Rogers, they branched out into gritty, sexy dystopian romance.

The series has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists, and was honored with a 2013 RT Reviewer’s Choice award.

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All Noelle Cunningham has ever wanted is a life beyond–beyond the walls of Eden, where only the righteous are allowed to remain, and beyond her stiflingly restrictive existence as a councilman’s daughter. But only ruins lie outside the City, remnants of a society destroyed by solar storms decades earlier.

The sectors surrounding Eden house the corrupt, the criminal–men like Jasper McCray, bootlegger and cage fighter. Jas clawed his way up from nothing to stand at the right hand of Sector Four’s ruthless leader, and he’ll defend the O’Kane gang with his life. But no fight ever prepared him for the exiled City girl who falls at his feet.

Her innocence is undeniable, but so is their intense sexual attraction, and soon they’re crossing every boundary Noelle barely knew she had. But if she wants to belong to Jas, first she’ll have to open herself to a world where passion is power, and freedom is found in submission.

 



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