Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Teaser: Beauty Within by KrissyV


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Blurb:
Two months ago Faith’s life wasn’t perfect, but she knew what she wanted … she knew who she wanted AND she knew what she would have to do to get him.

But how drastically would SHE have to change to have him to herself?

When Faith’s life changes in a blink of an eye, is she finally able to make those changes in her life to get the man of her dreams?

Who would have thought that someone’s death could change the course of her life so dramatically?

Follow her journey of self-discovery.

Does she find true love … or does it find her …?
 

Monday, February 1, 2016

Cover Reveal: Anti-Romance by Cassia Leo

We're excited to share the cover and first chapter of Cassia Leo's upcoming release, Anti-Romance, with you today! Anti-Romance is NOT a romance. This is a hilariously screwed-up stand-alone novel love story. This is a book you'll definitely want to grab in paperback; the cover will be completely colorable! About Anti-Romance: Laney Hill is screwed. On the bed. On the treadmill. On the hood of a BMW. And on her boss’s desk. Then she’s screwed again when she steps into the free clinic and finds out she has gonorrhea. That dirty prick gave her gonorrhea! She’s totally going to break up with him...until he breaks up with her...because he’s married! A night out drinking with friends leads to a fateful--yet awkwardly-sloppy--kiss between her and her best friend George Bratton. George has been single and pining for his ex-girlfriend ever since their breakup two years ago. When his ex invites him to her destination wedding in London, self-destructive George and gonorrhea survivor Laney make a deal to go as each other’s dates. It will make great material for Laney’s “Anti-Romance” blog and maybe it will help George finally get over his ex. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right? This is a stand-alone novel. Add it on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28260248-anti-romance ANTI-ROMANCE CHAPTER 1 – EXCERPT Copyright © 2016 by Cassia Leo. The tip of his erection was pressed firmly against my opening, a rock hard promise of the pleasure to come. This was the way he loved to tease me, right after making me come with his masterful tongue. He knew I needed him inside me. Needed to feel his girth stretching me. Needed to feel the closeness of his sweat-dampened skin pressed against mine. But he wasn’t going to give in so easily. First he would draw out the anticipation, until I was begging for him to fuck me. He would kiss and caress my body until I was forced to beg for it, until I reached the point of no return, where even the slightest touch would set off a chain reaction inside my body; a domino effect of nerve endings firing through every inch of my body, cascading uncontrollably toward my center, concluding in a mind-numbing, thigh-quaking, chest-rattling climax. Then, and only then, did he plunge into me with the force of an armada crashing upon the shores, ready to plunder the land for all its riches. I, the willingly-pillaged maiden, could only cry out in unbridled ecstasy as he took everything I had. Every moan. Every scream. Every drop of passion coursing through me. When he finished inside me, his dying erection still twitching in its final death throes, he draped his body over mine as I lay back across the hood of his BMW. Mouth slightly hung open, his breathing heavy on my damp skin as his lips pressed against my neck. Each breath he exhaled sent a gentle shiver coursing through me; goosebumps sprouted over my skin as he lightly stroked my outer thigh with the backs of his fingers. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured in my ear. Though Rick had said these words a thousand times since we began dating two months ago, I still reminded myself not to believe them. I wasn’t gorgeous—not by his standards or anyone else’s. Maybe I could be described as “cute…if she lost a few pounds, got lip injections, and used a curling iron on those limp locks every once in a while.” No one—other than Rick—had ever called me, Laney Hill, gorgeous. But what I lacked in the looks department, I more than made up for with a firm grip and a “fiery spirit,” as my former women’s studies professor used to call it; or, as my best friend liked to call it these days, my “unbridled cynicism.” My best friend, George Bratton, was a serial monogamist and—God help him—a hopeless romantic. His shortest romantic relationship lasted more than a year. My longest relationship lasted ten months, and that ended a few years ago when I decided to change careers. Since then, I’d plowed through more men than Al Capone’s Tommy gun. Of course, most of my romantic misadventures had been undertaken in the name of research for my blog, lovingly named Anti-Romance: The seedy parlor where romance goes to get a happy-ending before it dies. At least, this is what I had convinced myself of. I only entered dead-end relationships for my job. It certainly wasn’t because I was screwed up in any way. Nope. Not me. I was just an artist willing to live my art. I entertained the world—well, my 257,000 subscribers—with my cocked-up love life. I was the canvas and my choice of medium was unavailable men. “I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow after the rally?” I asked the question in a breathy murmur, trying to make my minuscule request sound even less demanding. He blew out a deep breath as he stood straighter. “I can’t. I’ll be flying to D.C. to play preschool teacher to some women’s rights groups. I have to coordinate the announcement of their endorsements on social media. I’ll call you to set something up when I get back.” I forced a smile as his green eyes locked on mine. “Of course. If you need any help,” I replied, tracing the tip of my tongue along his sharp jawline, savoring the salt of his efforts, “I’m great at kissing up to disillusioned constituents.” He chuckled heartily as he pulled away and reached for his waistline to button his slacks. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I think the candidate would rather I tackle this alone.” The candidate. Three months into our smoldering farce of a courtship and Rick still felt the need to call Senator John Grossman—the Republican presidential candidate he worked for—“the candidate.” As if I were too stupid to know he was referring to Senator Grossman. I may not have graduated from Harvard, but I was not stupid. In fact, I graduated in the top two percent of my class with a degree in psychology and a minor in women’s studies. Our country, on the other hand, was circling the Idiocracy drain. As evidenced by the untethered enthusiasm for reality TV—and, in my case, reality blogs—it was only a matter of time before we Americans would go sliding down a sludge-filled drainpipe and end up sloshing around the intellectual sewer system. The way I saw it, if our ship was going down, I wanted to go down in a yacht, not a life raft. I adjusted the crotch of my panties, all the while ignoring the burning itch that always followed rough sex with Rick. Though, it did seem to be getting worse lately. Must be a slight feminine “imbalance.” Nothing a little over-the-counter ointment wouldn’t fix. I smoothed down the skirt of my dress as Rick pulled up the zipper on his trousers. He wore that sly grin that communicated one of the following: a) He could go for another round, or b) He was quite pleased that he had conquered me in yet another public forum. The first time we had sex in public was on my third day working undercover in Grossman’s Austin headquarters. I thought seducing a Republican would make a great story for my blog followers. Rick thought having sex on his desk would be a great stress reliever. I knew we would make a great team. Actually, Rick was the first guy I’d considered letting in on my secret. Since I started my Anti-Romance blog four years ago, I’d told zero men that our relationship would be used for entertainment. Online, I went by the pseudonym Amber F. Thus far, none of my male companions had linked me to Amber. But Rick and I had been working together and fucking each other for almost three months. Somehow, this felt different. And, technically, I hadn’t written about Rick on the blog yet. I usually journaled about my relationships in a private app on my computer until we broke up. Then I’d go back and embellish my journal entries wherever necessary and upload each entry to the blog. My followers didn’t know if my dating life was happening in real time or past tense. Part of me did this because I was fastidious about never publishing a first draft, even if it was a first draft of a real life event. Another part of me hoped that when I found the right guy, my followers would never know anything about him, because our relationship would never end so I’d never have the opportunity to blog about it. Stranger things had happened. The look in Rick’s green eyes was breaking me down brick by brick. I felt myself blushing from the top of my head to my nether regions. I had to tell him about the blog. He reached up and cupped my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “I can’t wait until the primaries are over and I can take you away with me for a few days.” He brushed his lips over mine and the pulsing ache between my legs returned, which only accentuated the burning itch. “Where do you want me to fuck you next? Under a waterfall in Hawaii? In front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris?” “Benghazi!” I blurted out and his face hardened as he pulled away. I delivered a playful shove to his solid chest. “I’m kidding. Paris sounds magnifique.” The sound of a car door opening startled us both. I whipped my head around to find my young and surly-in-a-hot-way neighbor stepping out of his pickup truck, which was parked right next to Rick’s BMW. He was sitting in his truck this whole time? My face flushed with heat as my neighbor attempted to keep his head down while passing us, but he couldn’t hide his smirk. Oh. My. God. The poor guy was trapped in his car this whole time because he was too afraid to disturb our public fuck-session. “I’m sorry,” I murmured as he passed. His head twitched in my direction, but he didn’t dare make eye contact. “No worries, ma’am,” he muttered as he continued toward our apartment complex. It was about 60 degrees in January, but I could swear it was summer in Austin as a searing warmth crept up my cheeks. About Cassia: New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually walking in the rain or reading. Come chat with her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorcassialeo Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/AuthorCassiaLeo You can also follow her blog at http://cassialeo.com.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Release Blitz: The Way We Rise By Cassia Leo

Get it at Amazon. Get it at Amazon.[/caption] The Way We Rise is now available! This is the sequel to The Way We Break, which is on sale right now for $2.99! EBOOK
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 The highly anticipated conclusion to the USA Today bestselling Story of Us series.
 With Liam’s fate no longer in the balance, Rory and Houston are poised on the precipice of a life-altering decision. When Rory’s father arrives in California to comfort Rory and make amends, Houston finds the decision becomes much easier to make. When Houston suggests they take a break Rory thinks he must be joking. But he’s not. And his timing couldn’t be worse. With Houston and Rory vowing to keep their new friendship strictly outside of the bedroom, their friends and family seize the opportunity to draw out the torture and surprises. Ensuring that Houston and Rory’s story has an ending they’ll never forget.

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Release Blitz: Where We Belong By J.Daniels





Title: Where We Belong
Series: Alabama Summer #4
Author: J. Daniels
 Release Date: August 21, 2015



Blurb

From NY Times and USA Today bestselling author, J. Daniels, an Alabama Summer series novella.

Ben and Mia Kelly can’t seem to catch a break.

Grueling night shift and opposing schedules have left the passionate couple geared up and ready for some much needed alone time. There’s only one thing standing in their way.

Parenthood.

With two curious boys who have mastered the art of cock-blocking roaming the house, Ben and Mia, sexually frustrated beyond reason, quickly resort to surprise sexcapades and naughty little trysts whenever and however they can get them.

Who said anything about keeping things legal?

Assume the position. Things are about to heat up in the south.

Warning: This book is recommended for readers over the age of 18 due to strong language and explicit sexual content.







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J. Daniels is the NY Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, and the Alabama Summer series. She loves curling up with a good book, drinking a ridiculous amount of coffee, and writing stories her children will never read.

J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family. 


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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

BLOG TOUR POST: THE WAY WE BREAK BY CASSIA LEO

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SYNOPSIS The Way We Break is the stunning continuation of the bestselling Story of Us series from New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo. The truth about Hallie has torn Houston and Rory apart for a second time. Houston is finally unburdened of the secret his sister confided in him, but now he must deal with the aftermath. He has vowed to set things right for Rory, and he's determined to get her back. But the destruction left in the wake of Hallie's letter is not the only obstacle he must face. Houston must find a way to win Rory back by showing her their story isn't over yet. In her desperation to move past the anguish of Hallie's secret and Houston’s lies, Rory seeks solace in Liam. When Liam is transferred to another tech company in California, Rory jumps at his invitation to leave Portland, and her broken heart, behind. In California, Rory finds a friend who opens new doors for her in the literary world. But does this new friend have ulterior motives? The Way We Break is the second book in The Story of Us Series, which follows the tumultuous love story of Rory and Houston. The third and final book in the series, The Way We Rise, will be released September 2015. AUTHOR BIO New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both. Come chat with her on Facebook Twitter You can also follow her blog at http://cassialeo.com to stay up to date on new releases and giveaways. THE STORY OF US SERIES ON GOODREADS The Way We Fall (Book One) The Way We Break (Book Two) The Way We Rise (Book Three) THE WAY WE BREAK Available for $2.99 during release week. Amazon iBooks B&N Kobo Google Amazon UK Amazon CA Amazon AU THE WAY WE FALL (Book One) Available for $0.99 during release week. Amazon iBooks B&N Kobo Google Amazon UK Amazon CA Amazon AU THE WAY WE FALL BOOK TRAILER ORIGINAL VERSION: EXTENDED VERSION: THE WAY WE BREAK 

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I absolutely love the second installment of this series. Rory is faced with very hard life changing choice, that will forever leave a major impact on her life. But were would we be in life with out, going out on a limb and taking a chance? That is just what Rory does, she's taking a chance and moves to California with Liam. She's starting New, New everything, maybe she will be able to finish her book..... No Houston, no patents, no more lies.... Rory is moving in hopes to find herself, and move on and find peace in a way from all the bad that happened back home. But when things start going south in California, who is going to be there to help Rory.... Can Kenny convince Rory to move back home..... Can her relationships between her parents be repaired...... only time can tell..... and Liam.... oh Liam..... You have to read The Way WE Break , to see all the twist and turns that are about to come Rory's way. No one seen them coming, not Rory not Kenny , Houston or Liam... or did he... Only time will tell in the third installment The way we Rise sue out this fall. I can't wait... I give  The Way We Break 5 + ***** stars Cassia Leo has done it again... Her writing just never seem to stop sucking me into her amazing world...  

**EXCERPT**

                                                                        HOUSTON 

It was New Year’s Eve. Troy had wanted us to join him at a frat party, but I knew Rory would feel more comfortable ringing in the New Year just the two of us. The restaurant was packed with people who either had the same idea as us, or who just wanted to take advantage of the free New Year’s Eve beer sampler. I parked my truck in the back of the restaurant, which stood like a giant two-story box in the center of a dark corner lot.
The front of the restaurant was lit up by a gaudy neon sign and the sodium yellow glow of a solitary street lamp. But the back of the restaurant was flush in dark-blue shadow, and the occasional glint of moonlight on chrome. There was one other car parked back there, but it was a brand new Lincoln SUV. Probably belonged to the manager or the owner of the restaurant. They wouldn’t come out until the place closed down at two or three in the morning.
“Do you think they’ll have champagne?” Rory asked, grabbing her phone out of her purse and tossing the handbag into the truck cab.
“Doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to drink it,” I said, reaching into the cab to grab an old blanket I kept back there out of habit, tossing it on top of her purse to further conceal it.
“You don’t know that. I don’t always get carded.”
I can barely see the arc of her cheekbones through the hazy moonlight. “I don’t know. It’s New Year’s Eve. They might let you slide.” I reach forward, my fingertips skimming over her knee-high tights, landing softly on the top of her thigh. “Or they might take one look at you in that skirt and those schoolgirl socks and decide you’re just too much of a risk.”
Rory and I had never role-played, but ever since I saw her slink into this outfit, I’d thought of nothing else but bending her over a desk and fucking her as if our grades depended on it. Being three years apart, Rory and I didn’t share any classes. But that didn’t change the fact that I thought of nothing but her while sitting through hours of boring lectures. Fucking her in that schoolgirl outfit would make up for all the times I’d sat in class trying my damnedest not to get hard while fantasizing about her mouth around my cock.
I began sliding my fingers beneath her wool tartan skirt, but she grabbed my hand. “Stop trying to distract me.”
She threw open the passenger door and twisted around to get out. My eyes locked on the curve of her hips, the bounce of her ass as she plopped down onto the asphalt. It hadn’t quite been twenty-four hours since we’d last fucked, but I was already hungry for her again. I stepped out the truck and headed her off near the tailgate.
“What are you doing?” she said, making a move to sidestep me.
I moved with her, my hands reaching forward to grab her waist. “Don’t move.”
“Houston.”
My gaze fell on her chest, the rise and fall of those soft mounds. The way they curved down into her waist made me dizzy. The snug cream sweater she wore left just enough to the imagination. My eyes raked over her entire body, landing on her lips, my mind lingering on the memory of the sweet taste of her. Finally, I looked up, and the moment our eyes met she knew.
Her arms stretched up, latching onto my neck as I bent down, my arms locking around her thighs to lift her up. Her legs clenched around my waist as our mouths collided in a hot fervor of passion. I carried her past my truck, toward the back wall of the restaurant, my muscles saturated in my need for her.
“What if we get caught?” she whispered.
I pressed her against the brick wall, leaning my weight into her as I kissed her deep and hard. Without saying a single word, I was answering her question: Who gives a fuck?
“Fuck me,” she breathed as I ground my hips into the wet cotton of her panties.
“Not yet. I want to watch you come undone.”
I set her down on the asphalt and knelt before her. Her chest heaved with anticipation as she watched me lift the edge of her skirt. Sliding my hand behind her thigh, I lifted her leg to rest it on top of my shoulder, opening her up to me.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, as I slid her panties to the side.

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: BLOOD RITES BY AMITY CROSS




Title: Blood Rites
Series: Royal Blood #2.5
Author: Amity Cross
Genre: Erotic Romance
 Release Date: May 14, 2015


Synopsis


A beautiful star, a dark prince with a price and an affair that pushes the limits of sanity...

Sebastian Vaughn has a secret.
Lorelei Lansford is the epitome of perfection.
 
Vaughn has darkness inside of him. Recruited by a criminal organization at a young age, he leads a double life. He deals in women, arms and intelligence, but to the outside world he's just another rich playboy living the lifestyle. That is until he crosses paths with a shining star, a beauty he can’t keep his hands off.
 
Lorelei was born into a wealthy family and has certain responsibilities she is expected to obey without question. One of those is not falling in love with high society bad boy, Sebastian Vaughn. Money, sex, danger... Vaughn exudes it and like a moth to a flame, she can’t stay away. When Vaughn steps into something out of his control there’s only one way he can escape with his life. He has to make a deal that will betray everything he holds dear.

The price?
Lorelei.

Warning: This is a story about pain and retribution. It does not have a happy ending. There is strong language, sex scenes and violence. It is not intended for those of a squeamish disposition. Blood Rites is dark, dangerous and smooth. You have been warned.

18+ due to mature sexual content.








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Amity Cross isn't her real name. That's no secret.

She is the author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves to write about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don't take s**t lying down.

Amity lives in a leafy country town in southern Australia and can be found chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.

Don't send help. She likes it.



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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: JUST SAY WHEN BY KAYLEE RYAN




Title: Just Say When
Author: Kaylee Ryan
 Release Date: May 12, 2015


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Saving myself for marriage, not hardly.

Saving myself for someone who will make my heart race, most definitely.

In theory it's a good plan, however even the best-laid plans fall through. Seeing him, being around him, alerts all my senses and I dream about being his, wrapping myself in his arms and never letting go. The only problem – he sees me as his sister.

My name's Ava Evans and I'm in love with my older brother's best friend, Nate Garrison. 



Burying myself in work for the past two years, avoiding any thought of her, has worked, until now. She's everywhere, in my dreams, in my gym, and in my heart. I'm not sure when I fell in love with Ava Evans, but I am completely in love with my best friends baby sister.

At first she was too young for me and that made it easy to stay away. Now, it's a struggle to keep my distance.

How am I supposed to resist her when I can’t escape her? If he ever found out, it would ruin our friendship. Even with that knowledge all she would have to do is... 
Just Say When.







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I reach the table just in time to watch as Kara pulls Ava to the dance floor. They stop right at the edge as if they cannot wait a second longer to move to the beat. We watch them in silence, enjoying the show they’re putting on. That is until two guys join them. At first, it looks innocent enough, but when the one closest to Ava puts his hands on her, I know I have to squash this.

“We can’t let them have all the fun.” I motion to the dance floor. I’m pissed off this guy is mauling her, and I’m pissed off at Zach. I can’t believe he let his groupies pull him away from Ava. He doesn’t deserve her.

Tanner grins. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He places his now empty water bottle on the table and heads straight for Kara.

I’m hot on his heels. I stop in front of Ava and she smiles hesitantly just as the song changes to “Talk Dirty.” The guy who was trying to make his move on her is no longer touching her, which is in his best interest. Ava seems nervous as to where she should touch me. This is new for us. I take her hands and rest them on my shoulders as I move my hips to the beat. I keep an eye on the jackass to make sure he knows she’s unavailable. I don’t want him touching her again.

I pull her tight little body close to mine, not caring that this is Ava Mae, my best friend’s little sister. She’s forbidden, but for tonight, for this time in which I actually have her in my arms, I don’t let it stop me. Instead, I pull her close and pretend she’s mine. Ava rocks her hips against mine and I tighten my grip. Her big brown eyes find mine and her stare is intense. If I didn’t know better, I would think that she wants me just as fiercely as I want her. Pulling her as close as I can get her, I bury my face in her neck and match the rhythm of her hips as they grind against mine. I wish like hell she were mine.







Author Bio

Kaylee Ryan has had a passion for reading since she was a little girl. That passion has slowly led to spinning romantic tales, and a one-click addiction. When she doesn’t have her nose stuck in her kindle or fingers glued to the keyboard, you can find Kaylee hanging out with friends and family. She loves all genres of music, and enjoys scrapbooking. She lives in Ohio with her husband (her real life happily ever after) and their rambunctious little boy.



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