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Book Blitz ~ Rough by Sybil Bartel


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Rough by Sybil Bartel

Series: (Thrust, #2)

Publication date: March 20th 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Jared

I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not the guy next door. I don’t even play nice.

My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I’m the fantasy you’ll wish you never had.

When I’m through with you, every inch of your body will know where I’ve been. You won’t crave more, you’ll beg for it. Because I’m not just the cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I’m the experience you’ll never forget.

One night with me and you’ll know exactly why women pay me to be rough.

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~EXCERPT~

Desire hit me in the chest like a blast wave, then shot south. “You shouldn’t be here.” She didn’t look like she’d sounded on the phone.

“I’m sorry.” Breathy, her voice wavered. “I thought you said—”

“I know what I said.” I’d replayed every second of our conversation earlier. I’d fixated on it because this woman wasn’t like any other client I’d ever spoken to. She didn’t flirt or make one suggestive remark. She was exactly how she was now. But a hundred times more innocent.

She drew in a breath through her sexy full lips, then straightened. “Okay, well, you said we should meet. We did. Thank you for your time.” Slim fingers reached behind her and she fumbled with the handle of the front door.

I stared at her sweet mouth. “You know what I think?”

“I’m sure you have many thoughts, Mr. Brandt.”

My name on her lips sounded too damn polite. “Only two right now that matter.” I stepped closer, wondering why the hell I’d told her my last name.

She pulled the handle, the door opened a few inches and she stumbled.

“Careful.” I caught her arm and her hand landed on my stomach.

She sucked in a surprised breath. “I’m so sorry.” She bit her bottom lip and pressed her legs together as she stared at her hand. “It was, um, the door.” She flexed her fingers over my abs.

I leaned closer. “Do you know what separates fear from desire?”

Her chest rapidly rose and fell, but she didn’t take her hand off me. “I believe those are two terms that should be mutually exclusive.”

Hard and fast, I slapped my palm loudly against the door, slamming it shut. Perversely getting off on her startled reaction, I bit out two words, “That’s fear.” Calculated, slow, I dragged a finger a few inches up her bare thigh, then I cupped her face. She shivered and I dropped my voice. “But this?” I stroked her bottom lip as I stared at the thousand shades of fuck-my-life-up green in her eyes. “Biting your lip, pressing your thighs together—that’s desire.”

Her hand fisted, gripping a handful of my shirt, but she didn’t say a word.

Still holding on to her, wishing like hell I wasn’t about to let her go, I calmly shifted her to the side. Opening the door, I removed all threat from my tone. “Fear is triggered. Desire is provoked. Leave.” I told myself not to say the next line. “Or stay and get what you came for.”

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~Author Bio~

Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern

California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

But Seriously?

Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.

She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.

To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.

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Book Blitz ~ Bellamy and The Brute by Alicia Michaels


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Bellamy and The Brute by Alicia Michaels

Published by: Clean Teen Publishing

Publication date: March 13th 2017

Genres: Fairy Tales, Retelling, Young Adult

A fresh twist on a classic story, Bellamy and the Brute proves true love really is blind.

When Bellamy McGuire is offered a summer job babysitting for the wealthy Baldwin family, she’s reluctant to accept. After all, everyone in town knows about the mysterious happenings at the mansion on the hill—including the sudden disappearance of the Baldwin’s eldest son, Tate. The former football star and golden boy of Wellhollow Springs became a hermit at the age of sixteen, and no one has seen or heard from him since. Rumors abound as to why, with whisperings about a strange illness—one that causes deformity and turned him into a real-life monster. Bellamy wants to dismiss these rumors as gossip, but when she’s told that if she takes the job, she must promise to never, ever visit the third floor of the mansion, she begins to wonder if there really is some dark truth hidden there.

Tate’s condition may not be the only secret being kept at Baldwin House. There are gaps in the family’s financial history that don’t add up, and surprising connections with unscrupulous characters. At night there are strange noises, unexplained cold drafts, and the electricity cuts out. And then there are the rose petals on the staircase. The rose petals that no one but Bellamy seems to be able to see. The rose petals that form a trail leading right up to the 3 rd floor, past the portrait of a handsome young man, and down a dark hallway where she promised she would never, ever go…

As Bellamy works to unravel the mysteries of Baldwin House and uncover the truth about Tate, she realizes that she is in way over her head… in more ways than one. Can her bravery and determination help to right the wrongs of the past and free the young man whose story has captured her heart?

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~Author Bio~

Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. With several Fantasy and Science Fiction titles under her belt, Alicia strives to write multicultural characters and stories that touch the heart. V-Card, the first book of the Sharing Spaces series, was her first Contemporary Romance.

The mother of three and wife to a soldier, she loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.

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PNR, Urban Fantasy & Dystopian Giveaway Party!




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Welcome to the PNR, Urban Fantasy & Dystopian Party!

This giveaway is brought to you by 22 fabulous Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and Dystopian authors!In this giveaway, EVERYONE who enters will win TWENTY-TWO FREE – EXCLUSIVE – ebooks by the sponsoring authors (to be delivered at the conclusion of the giveaway), and one GRAND PRIZE winner will also receive a $1000 Amazon Gift Card! The Winner will be announced on April 1st at our Facebook Event. The winner will also receive an email directly.

There will ALSO be other prizes and giveaways happening at that event between now and our Grand Prize announcement! So make sure you mark yourself as attending so you don’t miss those great opportunities to win more prizes and snag more freebies!

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~Here’s a sneak peek from one of the sponsors~

Discern – an award-winning and bestselling urban fantasy novel by Andrea Pearson

Nicole put her things down, not wanting anything to be in her hands when she picked up the disgusting book. She reached for it, but hesitated. Already, she could sense warmth coming from the leather cover, and she wasn’t even touching it. Its magical pulses were different from the other items—they seemed to drip off the book like sweat.

Nicole hesitated, but wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t as if something bad would happen, right? She took a deep breath and placed her hands on the book. It shivered under her touch and she cringed, pulling back. The sensation of warm leather made her flesh crawl, and she rubbed her hands and arms on her jeans, trying to get the feeling to go away.

Come on, Nicole. Don’t wimp out.

Without letting herself think about it, she picked up the book and lifted the cover.

A wind rushed over her, blowing her hair back, roaring in her ears. She caught a brief whiff of tobacco smoke before the surge of air reversed and sucked the breath out of her lungs, making her gasp.

The floor under her quaked. The book vibrated. The leather on the cover moved, muscles beneath it flexing. Nicole tried to drop the book, but couldn’t. She was unable to control her hands or fingers. They clenched so tightly, they ached. A shadow covered the pages of the book, preventing her from reading.

What was going on? She gasped again, trying to breathe against the strong wind. She felt someone touch her shoulder, but she couldn’t move. Her fingers still clung to the book. The shadow on the pages shifted, roiled, and turned toward her, the brief outline of a face visible. It watched her for several moments.

Nicole . . .

The voice was soft, deep. A strange yearning inside her made her want to read the book, to understand. To join the owner of the voice, though she didn’t know where or what he was.

The wind slowed to a gentle and familiar caress across her cheek. Familiar?

Then suddenly, it all stopped. The book fell from her hands and slammed itself shut. She backed away, her arms, legs—everything—shaking.

“What happened?” Professor Coolidge asked next to her, making her jump.

“I—I don’t know.” Nicole tried to smooth her hair, but her hands shook too much. She tucked them under her arms. “It said my name . . . and there was a shadow. In-inside it.”

Coolidge lifted the leather book. His mouth popped open in surprise. “You’ve activated a force within it—something alive.” He looked at her, fear and worry on his face. “How did you do that?”

Nicole shook her head. “I don’t know,” she repeated.

Professor Coolidge put the book back on the table. “I’m not sure what to say, other than the book is much more powerful than it used to be.” He peered at her, scrutinizing her. “And I’d love to know why it called to you, why you woke it up, when so many others have not.”

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~An excerpt from the Amazon bestseller BOUND IN BLUE~

Book One of the Sword of Elements by Heather Hamilton-Senter

Morgan stiffened and made a hissing sound between her teeth. “Be still. Others are coming.” Striding over, she poked me hard between the eyes.
“Hey!” I yelped. “What the hell?” A strange sensation spread out from the spot where her finger had jabbed me.
“Stay still. Be quiet. Do not move.”
Auntie Morgan be cray cray.
And then the stream of truly crazy began to file into the room.
A young woman with hair teased into a neon red mohawk, so small she seemed like a child except for the wild, knowing look in her eyes. A crone—there was no other word that fit—with a long braid of white hair wrapped twice around her waist like a belt. A dark-skinned mountain of a man with a lip ring connected to a heavy gold chain threaded through a gaping hole in one earlobe. More followed, all as strangely dressed as the first three, some with hair dyed in colors that defied description. A curious nurse peered into the room with wide eyes, but a glare from Morgan sent her away.
I was abandoned to the freak show.
Some of them touched Mom’s cold forehead with gentle fingers. Others whispered words of sympathy to Morgan. They all ignored me as if I were invisible. I couldn’t move, and the white of my fear went black and dirty on the edges like snow in the gutter.
Then the strange entourage was gone except for a good-looking guy leaning against the wall beside the door. Softly curling hair with a hint of ginger poked out from under a red baseball cap, and he had the kind of neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow that’s grown on purpose.
“Hello, Morgana,” he drawled.
“I prefer Morgan, as you well know, Thomas Redcap.” She made his name an insult.
The man’s smile only widened as he looked her up and down in a way that would have made me blush. “Ah yes, you’re all modern and casual now. I’d heard.” He sounded Irish or something. “Love the outfit, by the way. Did you join a band?” He pushed away from the wall and sauntered into the room towards her, leaning in as if he intended to give her a kiss.
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Redcap changed the movement into a mocking bow. “Well, you can’t blame a lad for trying, Morgana the Fair and Perilous.” As he approached the bed without even a glance in my direction, orange irritation crackled along the edges of my vision, intruding on my stained and dirty white fear. He shook his head sadly. “Poor Viviane. Do I have your leave to continue?”
“Get on with it.”
Redcap nodded and then quickly—so quickly I almost couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing—his hand shot out and a pointed fingernail dragged down Mom’s arm, peeling dead flesh from it in one long curl like the skin off an apple.
Horror cut through me like bright lightning. I tried to stand, but I only made the chair move a little across the floor. The man’s head shot up at the sound and he looked right at me with amber eyes edged in red. He looked at me, but he didn’t seem to see me. Relaxing, he turned away.
And then Redcap put the long strip of my mother’s skin into his mouth and swallowed it.

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Book Blitz ~ December Rain by A.L. Goulden: Excerpt, Author Interview & Giveaway!


December Rain  (August Fog, #2)

December Rain by A.L. Goulden


(August Fog #2)
Publication date: November 25th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance

~Synopsis~

Monica and Alex Waters have spent that last few months working to repair a broken marriage and rekindle their passion. Just as they start finding their spark, Quinn Matthews and his escalating career resurfaces, but this time Alex makes the decision to let Monica go.

The devastation of losing her high school sweetheart, her home, and even her dog twists Monica down a destructive path that alienates her from her closest friends and lands her on Quinn’s couch. Despite her efforts to resist jumping into his arms again, the spark between them reignites and sweeps her away on a whirlwind holiday adventure. She finds that falling in love with Quinn’s family and lifestyle is as easy as falling for his ocean colored eyes. The problem is that it’s all too easy, and when she sees that Quinn’s reinvented life has completely shifted towards her dreams, she starts to question whether he’s too good to be true.

Quinn has a secret that was never meant to be kept this long, but will Monica be able to trust another man who’s lied? And now that Quinn’s got his happily ever after in sight, he’s not about to let her go or share her with another man.

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~Excerpt~

 (Monica and her husband Alex run into Quinn very unexpectedly)

The outdoor style shopping mall is bustling with tourist and local art lovers. Rows of art galleries surround the courtyard where a stage welcomes a local reggae band. Monica settles into a groove and starts dancing with the crowd. Alex tries to hang in for a couple of songs before he starts feeling claustrophobic and looks to the galleries and shops around them.

“Go ahead,” she says with a loving smile. “I’ll meet you down there… after one more song.”

He gives her a little kiss on the cheek and glides his hand across her behind before making his way out of the crowd. His attention is pulled by various pieces in gallery windows along the way. There’s a large glass sea turtle in shades of green and gold followed by a painting of an autumn forest with heavy texture. He stands daydreaming for a minute until he’s distracted by a reflection passing in the glass. It’s so brief he’s sure it’s his imagination. He barely catches a glimpse down the mall as the backside of the man disappears into another gallery.

Alex follows the ghost, dodging through happy couples and pushy salespeople trying to get his attention. Before he can see inside the gallery, a painting that’s prominently displayed on a front wall stops him. A cold washes over as he stands there staring at it. He slowly moves inside, mesmerized by the familiar vibrant paint strokes until he sees a few people gathered in the back. A man talking to two smiling women stills himself as Alex’s eyes freeze on the back of his shaved head. No words were needed as the tropical air takes a chill. Even the women sense a showdown, and step back to give Quinn room.

Quinn turns. What do I say? Fuck! I thought that was him. I hoped it wasn’t. Quinn moves very slowly towards Alex. Is he gonna hit me? I do deserve it. Might as well get it over with. “Hey.” Quinn pauses near the center of the room waiting.

Alex swallows hard, his nostrils flaring and fist clenched. His jaw flexes as his breathing grows heavier, but the emotions just start to turn to mush. His eyes fill as thoughts of his new friend’s betrayal wash over and the painting draws his eyes again.

“I’m sorry Alex,” Quinn says quietly.

Monica nearly passes the gallery on her way to see their friends when Alex’s shirt first catches her eye. She halts and shifts backwards until she sees the painting and stops. It’s a female figure bent forward reaching for her toes. The abstract form of her body in swirls of orange and reds is cradled by a man swathed in blues and purple. Oh my God! That’s me. That’s us, stretching. It can’t be. He’s…

She struggles for air as the tears swell, and she can already feel him. As she stands there, not crossing the threshold, the two men watch her. When her eyes finally land on Quinn, electricity fills the room. She can only see him and the deep tan that backdrops the pale oceany eyes reaching for her. A warm drop gently slides down her cheekbone as her breathing syncs with his. His lips move slightly hinting at words that he can’t find, and she struggles not to run into his arms.

Alex’s discomfort is audible as he clears his clogged throat to rattle her attention to his worried eyes. She steps in and touches his hand briefly. “I’ll be outside,” she says, turning without another glance at Quinn.

Her feet move quick as her thoughts try to keep up. What are they doing? Alex is gonna hit him. I can’t believe he’s here. What are the odds? Did he know we’d be here? No. Maybe he moved here. That painting was him and I together. Would Alex know that? It’s pretty abstract. Fuck! This can’t be happening. Before she knows it, she’s at the other end of the mall near the parking lot. She settles on a bench to wait for the world to stop crumbling around her.

~Author Interview~

How did you come up with the story?

There is a little bit of real life in the story. I was laid up on the couch for a summer, forced to quit my job, because of three stress fractures in my ankle that wouldn’t heal. I was reading a lot to pass the time and eventually started writing. There really was a sexy neighbor, he really is an artist, but there was never really an affair. Luckily I’m married to a man that finds my overactive imagination amusing and he never once thought it was autobiographic.

So many of the books I was reading had a similar heroine who was “damaged” as well as the same alpha males. I wanted to build characters that were realistic and flawed to see if I could make them sexy as well. People you would know. Your best friend or coworker. Real life is complicated and real love is even worse. I knew Monica wasn’t always going to be likable. As much as we’d like to deny it, most of us aren’t when we’re going through life changes or stressful events. But that wasn’t a reason not to connect to her or even understand her. I didn’t want a woman who just callously throws away her life-long commitment because she needs to have sex. Monica loves her husband. He’s her best friend. But she realizes that she wants more than a friend and Quinn reminds her that she’s more than just this wife.

I struggled with the premise of an artist, because it’s been done so many times and is a little cliche. But I know a lot of real artists, painters, sculptors, whose lives are very free and I wanted Quinn to have that. It’s an element in Monica’s past that she let go of and forgot about. So, I looked at it like another opportunity to take a cliche and make it more realistic. There are secrets behind him that will eventually test her ideas of freedom and trust. It’s all about her growing into who she is supposed to be and finding out in her mid-thirties that she hasn’t been honest with herself.

I set out to create a story that touches on the complications of love and commitment. It’s been an adventure and I’ve learned so much. I never thought it would be a finished novel, much less multiple, but once I got into it I didn’t want to stop. I know I still have a ton to hone and learn, but I’m finding that the challenges of writing are so addictive that I can’t imagine ever quitting now. It’s become my vice I guess. The reality is that I have another career still as a Production Designer and Art Director in film and television so writing does tend to be crammed into my nights and weekends or between shows.

What led you into writing? Was it a lifelong ambition, or the result of some type of turning point in your life?

I’ve been writing casually since I was in fifth grade. My first story was about five fifth grade boys and an escaped con. Stories were the biggest reason I got into the film and television industry, but as a visual person I ended up in the art department. It’s only been the last few years that I was provoked to push myself to write novels.

About Cover Design?

I love designing my own book covers and graphics. I chose the titles of each book based on the literal and emotional condition in Monica Waters’ life. The element that links all three book covers together is the eye and the predominantly white background. I wanted to reflect the voyeurism that runs through Monica’s world, as well as the intense effect Quinn’s blue eyes have one her. Instead of going dark, as erotic covers tend to be, I wanted to connect to the comfort she finds in a white blanket of fog. I was warned that a white cover might not attract the right readers, but I’m not one to shy away from doing things differently.

Through the series each cover slips into a new shade of oceany color that works with the accent images. August Fog was all about San Francisco and the fog that took over when the complicated affair began. December Rain reflects the tears shed and washing away of everything she knew before Quinn. I don’t want to spoil April Snow’s cover yet, but I’ll say that it reflects springing into a new beginning and her growth. Hopefully readers will see the transformation and get the undertones of the story in just a glance.

What are you working on now?

I’m writing the final book in the August Fog series titled April Snow as well as a stand alone novel called Chasing Swells. I’m really excited about Chasing Swells because it’s so different from this series, but it will be a little sad to say goodbye those characters.

What are some of your likes and dislikes?

Likes (or LOVES):

Chocolate – The darker the better!

Cooking – Anything I can do in a dutch oven or cast iron skillet.

Complicated characters with mystery. – Not all has to be unveiled to me.

Movies – I am a film-o-holic.

Laughter – Life is too short to live without it.

Dislikes:

Instant Love in romance novels. (Lust is okay though.)

Overreactions

Assumptions (I’m guilty unfortunately.)

Chardonnay (One bad night can spoil it forever.)

Mean spirited people. (A no brainer though right?)

Tell us one thing about yourself that we wouldn’t know?

I love to build things. I built the decks in our backyard by myself. It started as a dare, but I did it.

If there was one thing you could tell your readers, what would it be?

Thank you. Thank you for giving some of your time to hang out with me and my characters.

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~Author Bio~

A.L. GouldenI’m a designer, author, wife and dog-lover living in the South Pasadena area of California. I got my BFA in Film Production from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, but my love of a good story came way before college. I remember writing my first full story in fifth grade on a typewriter. I cut and pasted it into a book, complete with cardboard cover and taped binding. Things have changed a lot since then. With the magnificent digital age I can produce books and give them to the world without a sticky mess.

In college numerous instructors and peers praised my dialogue pushed me to hone my storytelling skills. Of course the need to cut and paste was still there, so I went into the world of Production Design and Art Direction for films and television. It gave me the ability to connect design to storytelling in a way that no other career can. The past 18 years have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things together. Now I’m shifting focus on the driving force that brought me here… stories. I hope that I can share a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit in all of the above.

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Book Blitz ~ Out of Sync by A. Bin Juran: Excerpt + Giveaway!


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Out of Sync by A. Bin Juran 

(Out of Sync #1)
Publication date: October 23rd 2014
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult

~Synopsis~

I’m a magical misfit

I won’t let it define me

A bolt-zapping disaster magnet

But at least I’m still trying

The guy I like asked me out

I hoped my luck was changing

Then my coven trials began

…they’re harder than I expected

Now my life hangs in the balance

I don’t know what I’m doing

But I do know this:

I’m not going down without a fight.

‘Out of Sync’ is a YA paranormal romance about a magical misfit who faces her perilous coven trials, falls in love and nearly dies more times than seems polite to mention.

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~Excerpt~

The night air welcomed me with its light chill. I breathed in its crispness and took in my surroundings.

We were walking on a levitated platform toward a row of hooded figures dressed in black.

I could hear drums beating, their rhythm entering my limbs, pumping in my blood and quickening my pulse.

There was an urgency to the vibrations I felt beneath my feet and in my eardrums. Something primal.

One of the hooded figures stepped closer to us, and we were each given an unlit candle.

Mine was creamy white and quite broad, its scent musky.

I was surprised to find it oddly comforting.

I looked up as another podium was raised before us, and then the chanting began—just as Lydia had hoped.

By the new podium were three figures dressed in red cloaks and holding hands in a circle.

Glowing in the air between them was a white fire with no apparent base. It simply lingered in the air.

After a moment, the white fire blazed bright, and our candles flickered to life.

There were gasps in our midst, but I found this type of thing typical and a tad boring. Candles? Really?

A second-grader could make a candle light itself. Heck, even I could master that.

The three red-cloaked figures began rising in the air with no apparent assistance from a broom or carpet. They turned to face us, opening to a row as the middle figure began speaking.

“On the third moon cycle of each season, we welcome into our midst the chosen ones,” a man’s voice boomed.

Me? A chosen one? Really?
Chosen for what, was my next question.
“We have hand-picked you all to come before us here tonight to initiate the worthy to join our ranks,” a woman’s voice blasted beside him.
Initiate the worthy? Did he mean the trials Charlie had mentioned? My stomach dropped.

I didn’t fare well in tests ofany kind . . . .

“There will be five phases you must pass before you can become one of us,” the third person said, though I could not make out the gender.

“For the first,” the man boasted, “you must pass through fire.”

Um . . . excuse me. Human flesh here, party of one . . . no fire-protective gear in my bag (though, surprisingly, at home I had quite the variety—a necessary expense given my tendency to zap when nervous) . . . no bag whatsoever, come to think of it.

I tapped the red-haired handler on the shoulder.

He swiveled his head around and glared at me. His finger was planted firmly over his mouth, motioning for me to be silent.

“But . . . ,” I stammered, as a growing need brought itself to my attention. “Um . . . where are the bathrooms?” I asked, wanting a moment alone to clear my mind and think if I really wanted to join this group.

After all, I didn’t know anything about them, and I didn’t really jell with all the wiccans in my school anyway, and these folks were most likely related to them, so they were guilty by association, right?

There was no need for any fire trials for me to comprehend that . . . .
“Try not to die,” the handler whispered, then turned his head around to face the three. What? Die? When did that become part of the curriculum? I didn’t come here to die . . . .

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~Author Bio~

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When not immersed in books – be it writing or reading them – Ainat can usually be found nestling a cup of coffee in the company of her husband and twins. A former fast-food employee, T-shirt seller, and glorified secretary, Ainat eventually found herself with Bachelor’s and LL.M. degrees and working as a lawyer. A few years later, listening to a catchy pop song about dream fulfillment, Ainat decided to buy a clunky little laptop and get to work. Ten novels and a much better laptop later, she came to the realization that hitting the double-digit mark meant it was time to publish and start consuming coffee (though not necessarily in that order).

When she isn’t writing, editing, or mothering, Ainat enjoys reading promiscuously (which, to her, means she’s reading several novels at a time while committing to none), watching political dramas and sci-fi series, and taking embarrassing memos-to-self complete with accents and dramatic pauses that should never be unleashed, ever.

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Book Blitz ~ Hurricane Butterfly by MeChelle Vermeulen: Excerpt + Giveaway!


Hurricane Butterfly

Hurricane Butterfly by MeChelle Vermeulen

Publication date: November 21st 2014
Genres:
New Adult, Romance

~Synopsis~

Twenty-year-old Sophie Blake, is trying her best to get her life back after a horrific dog attack ten months ago. However, this proves to be more difficult than she anticipated. With the help of her best friend Ben Slone, it seems as if she’s making progress, but the truth is that she can feel herself sinking deeper into a black hole…until a tall dark stranger comes knocking, looking for Ben.

Joshua Roxwell has been drowning his demons with Whiskey and woman in an attempt to deal with his guilt after the tragic death of his sister. When he finds an envelope addressed to Ben Slone, written by his sister before her death, he decides to track him down. Instead of resolving their differences, he meets the one girl who silences his demons…but redemption comes at a price.

This is a story of heartache, friendship and love, with a wicked twist…

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~Excerpt~

When we arrive, Matt gets out and talks to the police. The officer told him the bitch and the owner is inside the house. I watched as they walk to the shed to get the pups. Just then, from the corner of my eye something black bounces in the tall grass. It is one of the pups heading towards the road. I get out and pick him up when voices from all directions catch my attention.

My eyes sweep to the officer yelling with his hands up, and then I see it, the lactating female heading straight towards me. I hear Matt call out my name as I turn my back towards her and reach for the door, but it is too late. I have the yelping pup in my hands when she jumps me from behind.

I don’t remember much from that point on, except hearing two shots being fired at close range, then falling to the ground with the pup clenched to my chest. The first week in the hospital is hell. They keep me on my stomach to have better access to the wounds on my back and right shoulder. The pain is immense, and I am kept under sedation for the first few nights because of the nightmares of a big black dog with red eyes standing at the edge of my bed, fangs dripping with blood.

Ben and Alice visit a few times a day, and Matt comes around too, but it is clear that this wasn’t what he signed up for. I decide to break it off when I get out of the hospital, but he beats me to it. The day before I am due to be released he comes by with a mason jar of sweet tea, compliments of Jimmy, the barman at the pub where we used to hang out. He knew it was my favorite.

His eyes betray him the moment he sets foot inside my room. We are history. He carefully leans over and kisses me on the forehead, then sits down on the edge of the chair, fiddling with the pocket of his pants. We talk about work, school and then, he blurts it out. I wait for the ache, but there is nothing, instead I feel relieved that I am free.

I always thought that falling in love should feel like jumping from a cliff. A fall that scares you as much as it excites you, that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The impossible kind … that ruins you for everyone else.

This wasn’t it, and my chances of finding it have just become harder. I am not the same girl that I was before. Finding that special guy prepared to carry my load with me, would be one in a million, a fairytale come true, and just maybe, an impossible dream…

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~Author Bio~

MeChelle Vermeulen

Author of the soon to be released new adult novel Hurricane Butterfly.
Daydreaming about ideas for my next book. Baking treats that’s no good for the hips. I love thunderstorms, rainy days, sweet tea and spending time with my wonderful hubby and two boys.

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Cover Reveal: Salt & Stone by Victoria Scott + New Paperback Cover for Fire & Flood!


Salt & Stone Hardcover~~~

Salt & Stone  by Victoria Scott

320 pages
Expected publication: February 24th 2015 by Scholastic Press

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~Synopsis~

What would you do to save someone you love?

In Fire & Flood, Tella Holloway faced a dangerous trek through the jungle and across the desert, all to remain a Contender in the Brimstone Bleed for a chance at obtaining the Cure for her brother. She can’t quit–she has to win the race, save Cody, and then fight to make sure the race stops before it can claim any more lives. In the next legs of the race, across the ocean and over mountains, Tella will face frostbite, sharks, avalanche, and twisted new rules in the race.

But what if the danger is deeper than that? How do you know who to trust when everyone’s keeping secrets? What do you do when the person you’d relied on most suddenly isn’t there for support? How do you weigh one life against another?

The race is coming to an end, and Tella is running out of time, resources, and strength. At the start of the race there were one hundred twenty-two Contenders. As Tella and her remaining friends start the final part of the race, just forty-one are left–and only one can win.

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