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EXCERPT REVEAL – Killer by Heather C Leigh

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Excerpt: Killer meets Britt

The girl, Britt, is moving around the small space, clearly at ease with her surroundings. She opens a laptop and sits at a desk wedged in one corner. “You can sit.” Britt points to a second chair.
Good. For a second I thought I was going to be forced to get up on the treatment table. I’m not in the mood to be a guinea pig today.
That’s a lie. I don’t really care what the trainers or specialists do to me as long as they make me a better fighter. It’s the girl that bothers me, not the thought of being under a microscope. This is the only woman I’ve ever met who isn’t instantly and irrevocably afraid of me, and the only one who has me tempted into thinking I could have more. More than a filthy, dirty fuck to release tension. More than someone to use for a few hours of pleasure.
Britt’s obviously already damaged. As much as I’d love to peel back those layers, I don’t want to give her a chance to dig out my own psychological scars, the nightmares hidden beneath a baggy hoodie and a cold stare. If I do, Britt may never recover from what she finds.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, tapping on her computer. “I only found out you were coming last night, so I don’t have much information and haven’t reviewed your medical file.”
She’s so quiet, I strain to hear her. When I don’t respond, she cocks her head and her eyes flick up to mine. Shit. I duck down so she can’t get a good look at my face.
Fucking coward. She’s going to find out at some point, idiot. Why delay the inevitable? She’ll see the same thing everyone else sees when they look in my eyes… nothing, a monster, a killer.
For the first time in ten years, the thought disturbs me.

Ten years ago, their lives shattered to pieces…
And he’s the KILLER that has to live with it.

Two people. One incident.
Interwoven between two damaged souls in ways they don’t understand.

#DarkRomance #Fighter

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Blurb

Ten years ago, their lives shattered to pieces…
And he’s the KILLER that has to live with it.

Two people. One incident. Interwoven between two damaged souls in ways they don’t understand.

But now, they must fight the same war–a past that wrecked them both–destroyed the two people they used to be. With a hurricane of love, hate, anger, fury, and fear, can two broken lives find a way to let it all go for a chance at happiness?

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About the Author:heather c leigh bio

Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.

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COVER REVEAL – Mercy by M.N. Forgy

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One bad biker. One gorgeous sheriff.
One intense biker romance.

The conclusion of Zeek and Jillian’s romance releases April 4th!

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Blurb

I’m an outlaw. I don’t fall in love and I sure as fuck don’t run… Until Jillian McAdams.
I fell for a law abiding Sheriff, breaking my vows to my own club, and turning her against her family of blue.An outlaw and a sheriff, it can only end in one way… Mayhem.
Now we both have to pay the ultimate price for betraying our families.
I swore to kill my brother, his allegiance sworn to another club, if I ever saw him again.
Yet here I am running to him in hopes to save Jillian’s life…
We both will have to rewrite the rules we know to stay alive.
Even if it means we lose everything we had in doing so…

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About the Authorm.n. forgy bio

M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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BLOG TOUR ~ Luca: You Will Be Mine by Jaimie Roberts

 
 
Title: Luca: You Will Be Mine
 
Authors: Jaimie Roberts
 
Genre: Adult Fiction, Erotica, Romantic Comedy
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 Murderous thoughts. That is what I had once Isabella walked through the door and revealed to me who she was. I needed an escape. An escape from my thoughts, an escape from the hurt… an escape from… him.

I was a broken woman, but I was never going to break my resolve. I grew up being a fighter, because I had to. No man could ever bring me down… Not even Luca.
But, I had to admit, I never thought my heart would break as much as it did that day. Of course, I fled, but I was a fool to think he would ever let me go. He always told me I was his… no matter what the cost. He was determined to keep me, regardless of the lengths he had to go to reach his goal. He was like a moth to my flame, a tattoo carved into my heart. I could never escape his pull.
I may have evaded him, but I knew it was just a matter of time. However, once he did catch up with me nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.




 
 


GET TO KNOW YOU INTERVIEW
 
Tell us is there anything about you that
people don’t already know?
I love shoes. My
husband calls me a centipede.
Roughly 11 years ago
I met my sister for the very first time. The reunion was a rather emotional,
but fulfilling one.
 
Your books are so emotional. How long does
it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on
to the next?

Sometimes it’s hard to get your head out of a book once it’s finished. Deviant
actually made me ill. My blood pressure went down so much that I almost fainted
at work once. Not nice. 😦 In the end I had to take a deep breath and move onto
the next project. I like to build scenes up in my head before I start writing
them down. It makes it easier to flow that way.
 
Are the names of the characters in your
novels important?
Sometimes the hardest
part of writing a book is choosing the character’s names. I think they’re
important because a good, strong name can have an inpact on the way you feel
about the character. That’s what I feel, anyway.
 
What are the most important attributes to
remaining sane as a writer?
Coffee, sweets, and
wine. Did I mention wine?
 
What is the most demeaning thing said about
you as a writer?
I tend not
to dwell on the bad things that are said. Luckily, I haven’t had
anything too bad that it has stuck with me. I count myself extremely lucky
to have met some wonderful readers out there. I welcome reviews good and bad,
and also welcome any people who have reviewed my books negatively to contact
me. I seriously don’t bite… well, not that much. 😉
 
How do you react to a bad review of one of
your books?
If they’re
constructive, I welcome them. I once had a reviewer rate a book of
mine 3 stars and emailed me to apologise. I had read the review and told
her there was nothing to apolgise for. The review was constructive and well
thought out. It’s these reviews that aid me in becoming a better writer.
It’s the “Bash the Author” reviews I get upset about. There’s just no
need for it.
 
What was the hardest part of writing your
book?
Maintaining a flow.
Sometimes I will sit there and my mind goes completely blank. I hate it when
that happens. 😦 The other part is writing scenes and then looking back on them
thinking, are people going to get bored reading this?
 
Did you learn anything from writing your
book and what was it?
That I can write
emotionally difficult scenes. In Luca 2, something happens to Clara that hit a
nerve with me. I cried writing it, and then cried reading it over again. I
didn’t enjoy it, but if other people have the same emotions that I did
then at least I know I have done the best I could regarding that scene.
 
Is there a message in your novel that you
want readers to grasp?

I suppose only that in life you have to be grateful for the things that you
have. Sometimes bad things can happen, but when it does you have to think to
yourself that there are people in a much worse situation than me.
 
Have you ever read or seen yourself as a
character in a book or a movie?
Not really. I have
read and watched characters in a movie and thought, I wish I could be like
her.
I love the covers. What made you choose
them? What gave you the idea?
I went hunting for a
hot Italian model. I found one and asked my designer if she could work her
magic. I explained that having the castle somewhere on the cover was important,
as it was important to my character.
 
Who designs your covers?

I don’t think I want to tell you because I want to keep her to myself! 😉 Only
joking… Well, maybe just a little bit.

Kellie Dennis from
Book Cover by Design. She’s awesome!
 
Describe in 5 words, your writing:

Drama, dark, angst, romantic and erotic.
 
When you were a child what did you want to
be when you grew up?
A managing director
of a crisp factory.
 
 
Only joking. Funnily
enough I wanted to be a writer. I used to write poetry when I was 17. I even
had a story of a young girl that moves from the country to London and works for
an older CEO. Romance blooms, of course. In the end I never started it.
What do you use to write your book?
A lot of imagination.
I think it’s imperative when starting a new project. I start the kettle for my
coffee or tea, fire up my laptop, and start tapping away.

 
 
Do you listen to music while you writing or
reading?

Once in a blue moon I may put some music on just to have some background noise.
Mostly, though I like peace and quiet whilst I’m writing.
 
Tell us your latest news?
I’m currently writing
another stalker book called Scars. I’m quite excited about this one.
 
What book are you reading now?
I read Grey recently, so now I’m on Fifty Shades Darker.
 
Do you have a
nickname?
Not really. My
husband calls me James, which I find quite sweet. I just think of it as a
shortened version of Jaimie.
 
What are your pet peeves?

I can be a little OCD about certain things. Toilet paper being put on the
holder correctly, for one. 😉 The others are opened cupboard doors or
drawers. I hate that! I also can’t understand how many socks we go through as a
family. I seriously put on about ten pairs every time I do a wash, lol.
Considering I have to do a wash at least twice a week, that’s a lot
of socks.
 
I’ll shut up now.
 
Do you ever write naked?
Lol, I think my hubby
would like me to, but no.
 
What is your favourite Starbuck’s/coffee
shop drink?
I don’t have a
Starbucks where I live. 😦 Normally I have my coffee black.
 
What’s your favourite fruit?
Strawberries…
preferably dipped in melted chocolate. Hmm…
 
What’s your favourite tv show?
Suits.
 
What’s your favourite genre?
Romance
 
One of your favourite quotes
The enemy of my enemy
is my friend
 
Do you enjoy giving interviews?
I’m enjoying this one, so yes. :
 
Five Fun Facts:
I’m a bitch
I’m a lover
I’m a child
I’m a mother
I’m a sinner
I’m a saint
 
Oh wait, that’s 6!
Actually, you can scrap bitch. I’m not really a bitch. My husband may disagree
with me at times on that, though. 😉
 
Thank you so much for taking part. We can’t
wait to read more work from you.
 

 


 
LUCA (YOU WILL BE MINE) EXCERPT


Prologue


Luca




Picking up some random chick from my club, I took her to one of my many apartments.
This one was reserved for one thing and one thing only: fucking.


She was brunette, curvaceous, and had the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen … But that wasn’t why I’d brought her here. I brought her here because I wanted to prove a point. Today was the day I laid eyes on the most beautiful angel I had ever seen. It was only a picture, but I couldn’t get her image out of my damn fucking head.


Watching this woman strip in front of me should have been a turn-on, but she did nothing for me—not even a twitch.


“Hmm, Luca, you’re so sexy. Let me take care of you.”


Hovering over my cock, whoever she was started licking and sucking me hard. I was going to push her away and tell her to fuck off, but then I closed my eyes, and the image of that girl came into my head. Clara.


Holding onto that image, I began to grow hard inside her mouth.
Imagining it was Clara made my dick stiffer than it had ever been.


Random Chick moaned her appreciation as she sucked harder.
I should have fucking loved this, but all I could think about was her.


Grabbing a condom from my bedside table, I pushed this girl off of my cock. I still wanted to prove a point. I had always loved sex. If I could just feel this random woman’s pussy, then I was sure I could forget her.


I placed the condom on my cock and hissed when I felt the urge to fuck her raw. “Fucking sit on me—now.”


Smiling, she did as she was told and started riding me hard.
I closed my eyes again, and straight away, my mind went back to Clara.


Why can’t I get her out of my fucking head?


This woman’s body was perfection, and yet she was doing absolutely nothing for me. I tried grabbing her hips and gaining control as I pulled her down on top of me. Nothing—not a damn thing. She may as well have been jumping on top of my stomach instead of my cock.


It wasn’t long, though, before her moans of pleasure echoed around the room. I knew her orgasm was coming quickly as she sped faster and moaned louder than ever before. Once her spasms died down, I shoved her off of my cock.


“Luca, what the fuck? Baby, you’re so fucking good. Let me make you come now.
I can suck you again if you want?”


Shaking my head, I just wanted her out.
“No. Just leave.”


“But—”


“No buts. Get the fuck out!”


 


Grabbing her things, she stomped across the room and quickly got dressed.
“Arsehole!” she shouted before slamming the door.


Fucking hell! What was wrong with me? This Clara seems to have possessed me. No other woman has ever possessed me like this woman has. Her picture practically screamed at me to touch her … to feel her … to caress her.


Still lying on my bed—and still hard as fuck with this condom on me—I started to touch myself. I closed my eyes, and again, straight away, her image came into my head.

I pictured myself taking her and making her mine. The thought made my dick come to life like never before. My movements became faster and my breathing heavier as I imagined thrusting myself inside this woman I hadn’t even met … yet. It wasn’t long before I felt it: that blissful intensity permeating my whole body. That feeling which was like no other, radiating through me as I hurried to find my release.


Seeing her through my closed eyes, I started pounding faster and harder. A sound escaped my lips as I jerked and bucked underneath my hand, thrusting my release as hard as I could into the condom.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I get her out of my fucking head?


After my breathing calmed, I took the condom off and went to have a shower. Feeling the warmth hit my skin, I closed my eyes again, and again her image filled my head.


Slamming the wall with my fists, I came to a sudden conclusion. It was something I’d always known I was going to do—deep down—from the moment I saw that fucking picture.


That’s why you offered Trudy a way out, you silly fuck. You knew then that you had to have her.


I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. The decision had been made. I was going to go to Clara Murphy, but first I wanted to see just how tough she really was.


With my mind made up, I smiled; excitement was growing with every thought which passed through my head. I was going to go to Clara Murphy and sort out this little obsession of mine once and for all. I knew all I had to do was see her and my mind would be made up for me. I would either fuck her until she was out of my system—or I would make her mine.


Getting dressed and ready to leave, I already knew in my subconscious what the answer was going to be.


I’m coming to get you, Clara Murphy. So, you had better be ready for me. You will be mine, and there isn’t a damn fucking thing you can do to stop me.

 



 
 


 
 
LUCA (BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE) EXCERPT


“So, Giovanni, do you live in Sicily?” I thought it best to change the subject. Even I felt we had entered into a pornographic movie all of a sudden.


Giovanni’s reluctant gaze pulled away from Natalie and returned to me. “Yes. I run things there. I did spend a lot of time in England, though. I studied here before moving back several years ago. Luca was always set to run things when he was older, but when he left, it was up to me.”


I frowned. “Were you okay with that?”


Giovanni looked at Luca with a playful smile. “I’m comfortable with the fact that I’ve done a much better job than Luca could ever do.”


Luca suddenly growled. “As I said before, you’re not family enough to prevent me from shoving your own balls down your throat.”


I waved my hand in front of him. “Just ignore him, Giovanni. I do.”


I felt Luca stiffen beside me.
“I’m warning you. You know what happens when you try to go against me.”


I looked up at Luca and smirked. “Oooh. I’m shaking.”


Alessandro suddenly started laughing, making Luca angry. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” Alessandro quickly shut his mouth, earning him a dirty look from Luca.


I slid off my stool and watched as Luca watched me. “Where are you going?”


I moved past him and started walking. “I’m going to get a wash, and then I’m going to get my local masseuse, Philippe, to give me a massage. I think I need to relax.” I smiled inside, knowing that
hearing his name would make Luca’s hackles rise. I wasn’t going to mention that Philippe was gay. Well, not just yet anyway.


“Who the fuck is Philippe?”


I walked forward a little. “I already told you. He massages my troubles away from time to time.”


Luca’s nostrils flared. “When was the last time he touched you?”
 


I placed my finger on my lip and pretended to ponder this for a second.
“Hmm… I think it was two weeks ago.”


Luca looked really mad. “Two weeks ago, another man had his hands on you?”


I nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s about right. He’s very good.”


“Where does this fucker live?”


I suddenly laughed. “Stop being a baby. It’s his job.”


He stepped forward again. “He’s not touching you again.
I’ll find him and chop his fucking hands off.”


I moved my finger back and forth tutting as I stepped back.
“Oooh, tetchy, Mr. Belatoni.”


Luca suddenly smiled. “You’re joking with me, aren’t you?”


“Are these two normally like this?”
Everyone laughed at Giovanni’s question.


“All the time,” Tony piped. “It’s their prelude to sex.”


I raised my eyebrow to Luca in challenge. I was always ready for sex with him, but when he got possessive and angry like this, it just made the fires rage even more. This was my control over him. “I’m all dirty, Luca. I need to get very naked and very wet.” I pierced him with a heated stare, and my heart rate picked up a notch as he growled in my direction.


I took tentative steps back, but kept my gaze on Luca.
All these hot men and Italian accents were getting the better of me.


As my steps took me out into the hallway, Luca suddenly placed his phone in Tony’s hand.
“Hold my calls, Tony. I’m going to fuck-love my woman.”
 
 

 

 

 



Luca: You Will Be Mine (Sicilian Mafia, #1)
 
 
    Title: Luca (You Will Be Mine)  
Author: Jaimie Roberts
Genre: Suspenseful Erotica

 
 
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be held
hostage by an Italian stallion?
 
My name is Clara, and I am part-owner of a brothel called
“The Castle.” My empire is my home which I’ve worked hard to build a life from.
A future. But one day, the infamous Luca Belatoni stepped into my office and demanded that I pay him protection money.


 
Of course, I refused.

Of course, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
 
 
Now he is in my castle—holding me hostage. Trying to control my mind in business and my body in bed. Neither of which I will allow. No matter how much his caramel eyes and Italian words of love puncture my hardened heart.
 

So, being the hostage of an Italian stallion pretty much sucks.
Because this man is a force to be reckoned with.
And while I am not frightened for my life,
I am definitely frightened for my heart.
 
 
If you don’t like dominating, overbearing arseholes, please do not read.
If you don’t like jealous and possessive men, please do not read.
If you do like all of the above, then please read.
 
 
 
 
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Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.

 
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second
released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer. 
 
She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
 
 

 
 
 
 


 

Book Blitz for Rock by JA Huss

 

 

 

Title: Rock
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: March 7, 2016
Blurb
He had it all. He lost it all. And all he wants now is a second chance.

RK Saber ran from tragedy five years ago when his car went over the side of a mountain in a prom-night crash. Consumed by guilt, he walked away from Juilliard and morphed into Rock, front man for the global rock-band sensation, Son of a Jack. Five members. Five best friends. Five rising stars burning so bright, they had to know it couldn’t last.

When tragedy strikes again and the band goes from five to two, RK is sentenced to… home. Back to the place where all his nightmares started. Back to the memory of all the things he lost. Back to the reality he refused to face before he left.

The Vetti twins were identical in all ways but two. Melanie was insane and Melissa was not. One twin was killed on prom night five years ago and one twin was not. And now that RK has returned home, the twin left standing has quite a story to tell. Could she really be the girl he thought he’d lost forever? Or is Melanie just up to her same old tricks?

ROCK is a rock-star romantic suspense by the New York Times bestselling master of twist, JA Huss.

 

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I take my shirt off as I walk across the hallway, throwing it down on the floor. Missy is standing with her back to me, testing the temperature of the shower. She peeks over her shoulder and smiles. “I know you probably hear this all this time, but damn, Rowan Kyle. You should never take that shirt off in public again.”

I go for my pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping them. She watches every move. And then I kick off my boots and fling them into the hallway with the shirt. She turns all the way around now and I feel myself getting hard as she presses her palm against my cock, squeezing it through my pants.

“If I knew you were coming back I’d have waited for you.”

God, that hurts.

“I just…” She stops, her sad eyes lingering on mine. “I just didn’t think you would. Come back, I mean.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. And I mean it. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t her first.

“It’s OK. We get to skip all that awkward fumbling, right?” She swallows hard and I know she’s sorry too. She was the only girl I dreamed about. The only girl I ever wanted. Even after all my rock-star nights, Melissa Vetti is still the only girl I want.

I place both my hands on her cheeks and lean down to kiss her mouth. Her lips part, her tongue seeking out mine. It’s soft, and slow, and short. Way, way too short.

She pulls away, taking her hand off my cock, and turns, stepping into the shower. I let my pants fall to the floor and toss them in the hallway. The shower has a clear glass surround and I watch her as she stands under the water, her fingers massaging it into her hair.

I step in with her and place my hands on her shoulders so I can turn her towards me. “Melissa—”

“Shh,” she says. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to enjoy this.” She picks up the soap and starts to lather me up, massaging the bubbles along my arms. Over my chest. Up and down my back.

I grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze some into my palm, then rub my hands together and begin working it through her long, dark, hair as I study her face. The makeup is smearing as I watch. It makes her look like she’s crying.

“I feel like this is a dream,” she says, her soapy hands moving to my front. “I feel like I’ve been granted some wish but it’s all fake and you’re just going to disappear again. Leave me here alone. Lonely. You want to know why I stay home, RK?”

No. No, I really don’t.

“Because I’m lonely. Because you were my life. And I know I was having doubts back when we were about to graduate, but they were small doubts. Growing-up doubts. Not-knowing-what-I-wanted doubts. But I was never going to break up with you, RK. Never. And I was certainly never going to walk away from us.”

Fuck. I guess I haven’t looked at it from her point of view very much. “I walked away.”

“You walked away.” Her frown is so deep it hurts my heart.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why—”

“Shh,” she says again. “Later.”

Her hand slides up and down my cock as she looks me in the eyes. It’s a very intimate moment. Probably the most intimate moment I’ve had in years.

“Rinse,” I say.

Missy turns away, and I swear, I know what she’s feeling. Every time she does that I think she will never turn back to me again. I hate when she turns away. I watch as she rinses the shampoo out of her hair. The water streams down her face like that waterfall where we had our first kiss.

She’s not Melanie. How could I ever think she was Melanie?

“Can I make you dinner tonight? Before the show?” she asks when she turns back. The relief that she’s still here is real, as irrational as it is.

“Dinner?” I say, trying to wrap my head around the change of subject. I was about to attack her, lift her up, press her back against the wall, and fuck the shit out of her and now she’s talking about dinner.

“Yeah. Do you still like lemon pasta? Like your mom used to make?”

“Jesus,” I say. “The angel hair with the white wine sauce? I haven’t thought about that in years.”

“Yeah. Remember when I made that for you on your seventeenth birthday?” She laughs. It was a fun night. A really fun night. The kind of fun you only have with the girl of your dreams before you turn to drugs and need alcohol and sex to force the fun. “I fucked it all up,” she says through a giggle.

I grin as I picture her attempt to cook me something. “I’m not sure how anyone can fuck that recipe up, but yeah. You did.” She bites her lip and I almost die. “It was perfect though. Because you made it. And you made it special for me.”

“You ate every bite.”

“There was no chance in hell I wouldn’t, Missy. Not after you went to all that trouble. So sure. I’m not gonna complain about a trip down memory lane with you tonight.”

“Good,” Missy sighs. “Good.” And then she grabs the conditioner and the possibility of sex fades away.

I’m actually glad it fades. I’m glad she changed the subject. Turned us in a different direction. I know I hate-fucked her when I first got back into town, and I’m sorry about that. I’d like to take it back and get a do-over. I’d rather wait. Like we did when we were kids. I’d rather wait until we know for sure this is real, and special, and maybe even permanent.I’d like to take my time with Melissa Vetti.

 

 

Author Bio
JA Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who make you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

 

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Release Blitz for Snared by L.L. Collins

 

 

 

Title: Snared
Author: L.L. Collins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: March 10, 2016
Blurb
BEAU has never known a good life, only the torment that lives inside his head every day. The only way to block out the darkness that shrouds him is through the rhythmic beat of his drums. Knowing what happens when he opens up to anyone, Beau buries his pain deep inside, keeping it all to himself. APRIL has lived a life of wealth and privilege, full of love and support. Her only insight into what it’s like to have a rough life is through her work with foster children. When she meets Beau, it starts as a challenge to get through to him but quickly turns into much more than either of them bargained for.TOGETHER, they are mismatched, ill-fated, and COMBUSTIBLE. But when their connection is challenged by the collision of past, present, and future, will they be snared by love…or circumstances?

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Excerpt

Tanner started his riff, Johnny and Bex coming in as Bex began to sing, effectively silencing the crowd. In between her notes I could hear shouts from exuberant fans. My head cleared and it was just me on this stage with the most amazing band I could have ever asked for.

It was my turn to come in and come in I did. I took it over, allowing the screams and shouts of my name to fuel me to drum harder, faster, longer. When my solo was over and Bex began singing again, the screams were still reverberating in my head.

Before I knew it, April and her dad were walking onto the stage as we finished up our tenth song. Sweat dripped off of my face and into my shirt, which looked like I’d taken a shower in it. Before I could stop myself, I stood up and met her halfway across the stage. I held up my drum sticks, which started a frenzy in the crowd. They knew what I was doing. They were seasoned groupies.

April’s eyes met mine as she realized I was walking up to her. That same charge traveled through my body. I handed her the drumsticks without saying a word. The crowd went insane. I could see many flashes as people took pictures, but it didn’t bother me. She beamed as she took the sticks from my hands, her fingers brushing mine. I almost jumped back at her touch but forced myself to take one step back instead.

“Did you see this?” April boomed into the microphone. “Beau just gave me his drumsticks! Who is jealous right now?” The crowd screamed, jumping up and down. She looked back over at me and beamed.

I was frozen behind her. I felt Bex, Johnny, and Tanner come up and stand behind us and I immediately relaxed.

“We wanted to take a moment to thank you for coming to this Jaded Regret concert to benefit Young Angels Children’s Hospital, which you can see behind us. Because of all of your generosity, not only will we get to complete the next phase, but we will also get to help many foster kids that have aged out of the system but still need assistance. Thanks to Bexley Bryant-Gibbons, we’ll be assisting her in funding an assisted living facility here in Orlando for kids who have aged out of the system. It will help them with finding jobs, giving them life skills, and help them have a safe and low cost place to live.”

Bex stepped up next to April. “Thank you, Orlando,” she said, her voice gruff through her headset. “Most of you know that I have a special place in my heart for kids in the foster care system, especially those who never got to have families and aged out of the system. It’s my goal to help those that need it and get more kids families.” The crowd screamed and jumped up and down. Bex looked back at me for just a second, but I knew what the look meant. For kids like us who had no one. “Now who’s ready to rock?”

Bex nodded at us and we turned to go back to our respective places.

April put her hand on my arm before I could get too far from her. “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear. “I’ll keep them forever.” I allowed a small smile to play on my lips before turning away from her. I grabbed a new pair of drumsticks and watched as she exited the stage. She turned back and stood, watching me the entire time again.I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I could still feel where she’d touched me on my arm.

 

 

Author Bio

L.L. Collins loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and two boys, reading, and writing. LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out made her lifelong dream of becoming an author come true in the self-publishing world. She’s the author of the Living Again Series and the Twisted Series, plus a new standalone, Back to the Drawing Board. Visit LL on her website, www.llcollinsauthor.com and on all social media. Look for more of her emotionally charged novels soon!

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