Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Cover Reveal!! Going Forward by KM Galvin



Synopsis

You may think you know me. The truth is I wasn’t always a good person. Truth is I played in the dark. I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. Did a lot of things that many people should hate me for, things that you may hate me for. But one thing I know for sure is that sometimes in order to go forward, we have to go back. And so…this is my story.

When Emily’s parents died in a car crash the night of her birthday she thought nothing could hurt worse. She was wrong. Choice. That’s the difference. They didn’t choose to abandon her, but her friends, brother, and the one person she loved more than life all chose to turn their backs. So Emily made the decision to shut off from life. She chose to find comfort in anyone who’d have her, anything she could drink, any drug that would give her just a moment of oblivion.

But all that changes with two pink lines.

Seventeen and pregnant? Not how she planned on finishing out her senior year. Jason and Declan both coming home? Not the reunion she was prepared for. But life doesn’t wait for you, and so you’re only option is to go forward.
    
**Going Forward can be read before or after Going Nowhere.***

**Recommended for readers 18+

Excerpt

Two pink lines.
I stare, trying to comprehend how such an innocent color could mean so much ruin. Spots invade my vision and my head begins to swim. My hand gropes for something to hold onto. I don’t know if I am dizzy from what I am seeing or from the line I shot up my nose half an hour ago. Gripping the edge of the sink, I lower myself to the toilet seat.
Should I be crying?
And maybe that is the problem. Nothing really fazes me anymore. I am numb all over. Or I was until those two fucking lines appeared. Bile rises up in my throat and I drop my head between my knees. I take a huge breath and try to breathe the vomit back down. I laugh, the sound startling me as it echoes off the shit colored tiles.
Where the hell am I?
Oh right. Jackson’s sister’s house.
She was out of town and he thought it would be hilarious to break into her house, get high, and fuck in her bed. She was, apparently, an uptight bitch, and he hated her. We got as far as getting high, but the funny thing about men and drugs was that they turned into limp dick assholes when they got high. When he passed out ten minutes after his hit, I found myself wandering around the house. Or home I guess. It certainly felt like a home. I’d almost forgotten what a home felt like. I was snooping through the bathroom when I found the pregnancy test. I thought, why not? I thought, just for fun, let’s pee on a stick!
I’m an idiot.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, startling me out of my thoughts. I dig it out and stare at the screen. Declan was calling. My thumb hovered, wanting to answer so badly, needing someone so badly, but it went silent before I could gather the courage. After they left me, he was the only one who called. Jason dipped out, choosing sluts and liquor, and I couldn’t really blame him since I chose dicks and hits. But Declan called sometimes. And I fucking hated it. It reminded me of all the things I was supposed to be doing… all the things I promised.
Fuck it.
I drag myself off the toilet and put that stupid stick in my back pocket. Walking out of the master bath, I pause when I see Jackson passed out on the bed, his pants halfway down his ass. He is most likely the father. I’d been fucking him consistently for the last couple months and sometimes I was too messed up to make sure we were using protection.
Hence this conversation.
I make my way over to him and grab his foot, shaking it until he wakes up.
“Jackson, wake the hell up.”
“What the fuck?” he growls, rolling over and blinking up at me. Somehow I found him attractive. He wasn’t a total barker with his wheat blonde hair and broad shoulders, but I think it was his convenience and lack of questions that really sealed the deal.
“I’m pregnant,” I told him. What was wrong with my voice? He blinks at me, not comprehending.
“Huh?”
“I’m pregnant,” I slowly repeat before grabbing the stick and tossing it at him, hitting him in the stomach. His eyes widen for a moment and then he begins laughing. He laughs and laughs and laughs, and I can do nothing but stand here. It’s like my feet are cemented to the faux hardwood floor. His laugh machine-guns me, hitting me over and over.
So this is why I stay numb.
“It’s not mine!” He laughs again, like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.
I pause for a moment, studying him and waiting for him to change his mind, before nodding and leaving him in the room. His laugh follows me as I move through the house, towards the exit, until I make it outside and close the door quietly on him, his laughter, and that part of my life.
I tug my cardigan tighter around me as the December chill teases me and begin walking home. My eyes are burning and I know I am crying. I feel a flutter in my belly and the tears come faster as my arms move to cross over it protectively. I apologize silently for all I put my little pink lines through for God knows how long and promise I will do better.
I will do better. I will be stronger.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket again and my brows furrow. It’s silent for months and then tonight of all nights I get two calls. I fish it out of my pocket, and this time I don’t hesitate when I see who’s calling.
“Emily.” Declan’s deep voice whispers across the line and runs across my body. I stop walking and curse myself for still responding like this.
“Declan,” I say, trying to sound calm, but the tears I had shed moments before betray me.

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Marisol Finnegan has done everything right to ensure that when she graduated college she'd have the kickass life she always wanted. That's what we're told right? A + B = C? Yeah, well sometimes C is being a twenty-four year old virgin moving home with your parents. 

So not ideal. 

Before entering this tragically pathetic phase of her life, Marisol stops at a bar for a drink. It's here where her life really changes when she meets her catalyst...Jason Scott. 

After everything you've ever done has backfired and you no longer trust yourself how are you able to navigate a relationship? How do you even begin to love yourself let alone someone else?

**Recommended for readers 18+ due to sexual situations and language.






Friday, August 15, 2014

Cover Reveal! Death Design by NL Hoffmann

Today, we are happy to share the cover for N.L. Hoffmann's upcoming novel, Death Design (The Daughters of the Darkness #3). Stay tuned for a special sneak peek.

Death Design

Series: The Daughters of Darkness #3

N.L. Hoffmann

Genre: Paranormal/Suspense
Release Date: December 2014

Sneak Peek
Her name is Sinise, but goes by Sin. She is a reaper, Death.
She is the sister of the President of the United States, also his personal assassin.
She’s the last piece of the puzzle to destroy Nick with her two sisters.






Blood Slaves (The Daughters of the Darkness #1)

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Blake Noble is assigned by her superior, of the Supernatural Crime Division, to investigate the disappearance of his niece and to take down the Covert, a several hundred year old vampire organization known for abducting their victims off the streets. Things begin to go south when she begins to uncover truths about the people she loves.

After finding out she is the daughter of Lucifer and a famous vampire mother, she begins to use her newly appearing abilities to survive through the investigation. Between demon lessons from her father and falling for the Deputy Director of the Michigan, she attempts a nail biting journey to shut down the biggest secret in vampire history.

 

Shadow Cursed (The Daughters of the Darkness #2)

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U.S. Marshal, Jacey Noble, has just taken a well-deserved vacation when one of her fugitives ends up murdered. Detective Trent Vinolva is less than enthusiastic to take on a new partner, especially the hot-blooded Jacey. When they encounter a werewolf at the scene, Jacey is thrust into a new world of supernatural beings and high-stakes encounters with no one else to turn to but Trent.

Jacey discovers that she’s a Shadow, one of an order of powerful beings that are able to manipulate darkness. Amidst the whirlwind of discovering her newly activated powers, Jacey must solve the murder while battling sexual tension with Detective Vinolva. Things get interesting when the pair is led to Jacey’s demon father and her flame throwing sister. Finding herself in a new world on the brink of supernatural war, Jacey doesn’t know who to trust. She must rely on instinct to traverse the unknown.

With the Supernatural Council and Trent, Jacey attempts to accomplish the impossible: evade the Shadows who are on her tail and solve a murder. The only assurance in Shadow Cursed is uncertainty. Jacey must journey down a trail of mystery, destruction, and romance.




About the Author

N.L Hoffmann is a new paranormal romance author; she recently published her first book entitled Blood Slaves, Book One to the Daughters of Darkness Series. She is currently working on the second book to the collection.

Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native mother and her American soldier father. The family moved home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm town in Michigan with her parents and two younger brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began writing and developed her love for literature.

Today, Hoffmann resides in Missouri with her husband and three children, where she published her first book Blood Slaves in January 2014 and is currently working on Book Two to the Daughters of Darkness Series. When Hoffmann isn't busy putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing, playing loving pranks on her husband, and spending time with her family

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Cover Reveal! Death's Shadow by TJ Hamilton!!

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Title: Death's Shadow
Author: T.J. Hamilton
Genre: Dark Romance
Exclusive Paperback Release: November 29, 2014 at Sydney Author Event
Worldwide Publication Date: December 1, 2014

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Synopsis
My name is Tatiana Pavlenko. I am the Russian Ballet’s Prima Ballerina. It’s been a tough journey to reach the pinnacle of my career, and it has come at a great cost … my soul.

I have been known by many names throughout my young life, but no one knows the true identity of who I really am.

War is about to break out around Russia, and it is the perfect opportunity for me to kill every man who has hurt me; who had his way with me.

The evil that’s about to strike down on Russia’s powerful men isn’t from their neighbouring countries. It’s from me, the one they call Ten' smerti … Death’s Shadow.

About the Author
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TJ is an Aussie former cop turned writer. Her experiences with the seedier side to life when she was on the beat in one of Sydney's toughest areas, has given her plenty of food for fodder in her sexy tales of mystery and intrigue. Tragedy always strikes deep in TJ's stories, so her version of romance isn't like the kind your mum used to read. Nowadays her only source of action is the one going on inside her head as she enjoys a quiet life in the tropics with her ultimate leading man and beloved young family.


 
Don't forget to check out T.J.'s Thyme trilogy

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Check out Finding Eva by Marie Garner!!










SYNOPSIS:

Eva Matthews hates chaos.  She worked hard as a high school teacher and prided herself on the life she had made.  After a secret from her past sent her well-ordered existence spiraling out of control, all she wanted was answers.  Her search led her to Highland Creek and into the arms of the elusive Aaron Sawyer.

Aaron was born a fixer.  Every injured person or animal from miles around was treated to his personal attention, and he thrived on putting out fires as the local lawyer at Highland Creek.  He never found a problem he couldn’t solve until Eva and although misconceptions led to instant dislike, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to heal her battered soul.

Although Eva is more than willing to engage in a summer fling, she isn’t interested in seeking Aaron’s help or complicating her life with anything long-term.  How can the man who lives to fix things stay away?  Could Aaron and Eva turn a summer fling into a serious relationship?



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EXCERPT:


He leaned in and kissed her sweetly, laying his lips on hers. It took about thirty seconds before Eva decided that wasn’t enough and opened her lips to him while she reached up and grabbed him on the side of the head. They never seemed to be able to take it slow, their kisses running hot the minute their lips touched. Aaron pulled her closer, trying to get her hips as close as he could despite the tight spot in the car. She assisted, half straddling him as she struggled to get all the way on his lap, pressing her thigh into his arousal. They continued to kiss until she moved to get more comfortable, accidently kneeing his dick in the process.
            “Oh shit,” he said, jerking his lips and pushing her to the side while he moved his legs together, trying to protect his dick.
            “Oh my gosh!” She gasped, hands over her mouth, moving toward him to help but when he turned away from her to cup his abused penis, she backed away. “I’m so sorry; I don’t know how that happened.”
            “It’s … ok …” he struggled to say, his face a surprising shade of red as he tried to breathe through the pain. She kneed the shit out of him, and the pain was horrible. He thought he was dying and wished that something would mercifully cut it off.
            “Is there something I can do?” She looked lost, normally not kneeing a guy that she was trying to have sex with. The way he was acting, you would think she had crushed it.
            “No, no,” he said, waving her off as he continued to take deep breaths in an attempt to help the constant shooting pain.
He rested his head on the window, cupping his penis and breathing deep for what seemed like hours but was probably closer to minutes before he felt like he could talk again. He looked at Eva to see her watching him wide-eyed, not knowing what to say.
“Ok,” he said, feeling like he could breathe normally and move gingerly without feeling like he should wish for death.
“How about we call it a night because my jewels can’t take any more attention tonight?”  She laughed at his question, causing him to stare at her in wonder. “Are you seriously laughing at me? You did this!”
            She grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry,” she said, still laughing, “I can’t help it. You look so sad, and I do feel bad. I have a feeling I am going to be very fond of that part, and I would never do anything to hurt it.” She blinked adoringly at him, and he laughed despite the pain because she looked so funny trying to make sure he wasn’t mad at her.
            “Just know next time you hurt it, I will expect you to kiss it and make it better.”
            She leaned in with her lips pressed slightly to him. “I would kiss it anytime to make it better.” She leaned closer and their lips connected in a whisper before she turned and left to go inside. Aaron was forced to adjust himself yet again, now uncomfortable for a completely different reason.



AUTHOR BIO:

Marie Garner hails from Winston Salem, North Carolina and has had her nose in a book for as long as she can remember.  She was a teacher by trade before she decided to write the story ideas float around her head continuously.  When not reading or writing she could be found either watching sports, rooting on the Washington Redskins, or wishing for England where she lived for a year.   She is a lover of cake, chocolate, drinks, and anything that makes her smile. Her debut contemporary romance novel is Finding Eva, the first book in her new Highland Creek series, was published June 2014.


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Monday, August 11, 2014

Check out Scared of Beautiful by Jacqueline Abrahams!!









SYNOPSIS:

Maia wants to be free. Free from the social obligations, free from the money, free from the control that her privileged upbringing has taken from her life. And at college, she wants to be unseen, unheard, unnoticed.

Jackson's life has been less than perfect since his high school girlfriend took the back door out of his life, permanently. After years of subscribing to an existence of less than gentlemanly behaviour, he decides to man up and go to college, promising to be done with random hook ups and female drama.

They had it all worked out, each one had a plan.

At least they did...until they met.

Together they run from everything; from life, from happiness, from each other. They are two people both so scared; of heartbreak, of repeating past mistakes, of trusting someone else. Two people simply scared of beautiful...

Please note: Scared of Beautiful is recommended for mature audiences 18+ due to sexual content and language


PURCHASE LINKS:

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EXCERPT:

              I didn’t, however, take into account that when I was trying to be an elusive ice queen, that I am and probably always will be annoyingly comfortable in Jackson’s company. After stuffing our faces, we order drinks and relax into the evening, which as it turns out, flies by with ease. The more scotch I drink, the more attractive Jackson becomes and my eyes revert more than once to the bulge in his jeans. If he notices, he doesn’t mention a thing, but does casually adjust his pants when I lean forward to grab my phone from my bag, or to reapply my lip-gloss. I know I’m teasing, deliberately bending forward to flash my black lace bra. I want him to want me. But at the same time, I told him not to. More than once in the evening I’m distracted by the head versus heart versus vagina dilemma I have going on.

            “This is nice,” Jackson says quietly during our third round of drinks.

            “What?” I ask curiously.

            “Having drinks, no pressure. I guess we can be friends after all. Who knew?” He gives me a cocky sideways grin.

            “Easy huh?” I say with mock offense.

            “Not even missing me a little?” I try to sound nonchalant, but the sadness makes its way past my smile.

            “Every day,” he says looking down with sudden interest at the label on his beer bottle. “If being friends is the only way to see you, then it’s what I’ll gladly take.”

            The conversation stalls right then, because truthfully, there’s nothing either of us can say. We’re both lying and we know it. This awkwardness, this conversation, will always be the elephant in the room for us.

            I knock back the contents of my glass and order another. I should stop drinking. That’s what I should do. We should say goodnight and exit stage left to our respective lonely beds right fucking now. But neither of us go. Neither of us can. The Clever Bean around us is alive with the sounds of glasses clinking and drunken merriment. I knock back the next glass as it lands in my hand.

            “I should go,” I say with hesitation before grabbing my bag.

            “I’ll walk you,” Jackson says standing up.

            “I’m fine, it’s a few doors down,” I reply with a polite smile.

            Jackson gives me a cocky grin, “Mama said to be a gentleman at all times. Gotta listen to mama, now.”

            I shrug and we walk. The whiskey obviously has had a much stronger effect on me now that I’m standing up and using my lower extremities. After me missing the curb twice, Jackson slides an arm around my waist. I would tell him to back off, but he’s all that’s keeping me walking in a straight line. And he smells so fucking good, like soap and fresh mint mixed with an ocean breeze.

            This half drunk, half lucid state that I’m in is doing nothing to help me maintain my resolve. I want to fucking leap into Jackson’s arms, wrap my arms and legs around his person and hold on for dear life. The urge almost brings me to my knees a few times in our short walk. I stay silent, as I’m not able to trust myself with whatever could spew verbally from my mouth. Jackson opens my building door and holds it open for me.

            “Will you be okay from here?” he asks.

            Yes, no, not really, maybe. What the hell do I say? Before my brain formulates a decent response to the question, my body answers for me, and my traitorous lips crash into his. Jackson grabs my waist and kisses me as though he’s been roaming a desert and I’m his oasis, his water.

            “Maia.” My name leaves his lips through the kiss in a guttural moan, and it sounds so freaking hot. It must be the alcohol affecting me, because every nerve in my body feels like it’s laced with live voltage.


            Jackson pushes me up against the far wall, and the first thought that pops into my head is, thank God I don’t have a doorman. My body rocks between the wall and Jackson, and his hips grind me into the plaster so hard I’m worried for a moment that I’ll go straight through. Our kisses are feverish, almost suffocating us, and the air around us electric. He struggles to find bare skin, practically clawing at my clothing. Without a moment’s hesitation, I reach down for his belt buckle, my fingers clumsily prying it apart. I want to feel Jackson so badly that the thought clouds every other in my mind.








ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Jacqueline Abrahams is the author alter ego for an ordinary mum to three children (two human and one canine) and wife to one husband. Born in South Africa, she now calls Sydney, Australia her home.
A collector all things books and bookish, she in an avid reader and has a tiny obsession with filling bookshelves. When she's not preoccupied wearing her aspiring author or mummy hat, she is working her way towards completing a degree in Primary and Secondary Teaching (with an English major of course!)
Scared of Beautiful is her debut new adult novel, the first in The Scared Series.


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