Saturday, 12 September 2015

BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED by GINA SEVANI

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Title: Beautifully Damaged Author: Gina Sevani Genre: New Adult Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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Beautiful and Dangerous Damon Black isn’t what Ariel Montgomery expects, not at all. Living with the all-consuming darkness of her tragic past, she’s always kept everyone and everything at a distance. And love? Impossible! Not if she wanted her past to stay in the past or her dark secrets to remain secrets. The future was never even a real possibility, but between Damon’s lyrical voice and devastating good looks, she’s finding it hard to stay away. Their white hot chemistry has her re-thinking everything. For the first time since she’s lost her family, Ariel dreams of a life she knows she’ll never deserve. He’s determined to win her heart, body, and soul. But can she trust him? Trust his promise to save her from herself? Or will his attention be the final catalyst that breaks her forever?
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Excerpt
Smirking jackass. Oh, so he thought I would have already fallen at his feet by now like the entire female population that constantly surrounded him. “Is that what you think? That it bothers me that you haven’t spoken to me before? You’re mighty fond of yourself. Perhaps I should call you King Damon?” He threw his head back in laughter. I loved the sound. “You said it, not me, and I don’t hate you. Let’s be real clear on that.” He looked me up and down as his eyes raked over my body then slowly moved his gaze toward my eyes and smirked at me. There it was — finally. That sexy smirk he threw to all his conquests. Poor thing, didn’t even know who he was messing with. He may have been the hottest guy I had ever seen — and maybe even the most charming — but I had way more self-control than to fall for his shit. I hoped so anyway, because I was banking on enough control over my own body to not fall at his feet. “But you have to admit King Damon does have a nice ring to it.” I’ll play his game. “Oh my gosh! Damon-freaking-Black has actually spoken to me.” I threw my head back and fake-fanned myself. “I guess from all your lady groupies this is about the time you expect me to run out and go get your name tattooed on my body.” Damon was sipping on his beer and sprayed some of it down the front of his shirt. He covered his mouth, all the while choking and laughing at the same time. He quickly got himself in check, much faster than I ever could if that had happened to me. “Wow, feisty,” he murmured as he took his palms and wiped his mouth. “Something wrong, King Damon?” I batted my eyes at him. Damon leaned into me, and how someone who was just drinking a beer, and had been inside a bar all night smelled delicious, I had no clue, but he sure did. “Ass… since it’s my name I should get an input on where it goes, don’t you think? I want to see it too,” he whispered seductively. His eyes pierced mine. “Ariel, tell me something. Would that be your first tattoo, or do you have others?” “You’ll never know, but I’ll tell you one thing…” “Yeah?” He arched his eyebrows. “What’s that?” “If I’m ever stupid enough to get a man’s name tattooed on my ass…” I paused just for dramatic purposes, just to make him think as I leaned toward him and whispered, “… I promise it won’t be yours.” The sexy facial expression he was wearing turned into a cold glare as he narrowed his eyes on me. Yup, there it was. That was how I was used to him looking at me. Game point, Ariel! “Can it be mine, Ariel?” Xavier laughed. I wasn’t even aware we had an audience listening to our conversation. I cut my eyes toward him to tell him to shut up, and, if looks could kill, Xavier would have been on the floor from the look Damon had already thrown his way. I slid off the seat and walked away, but my feet stopped me when I heard his voice. “Don’t be so sure princess, and by the way, that's a mighty fine ass, very worthy of my name.” I turned around to face him but kept walking backward. “You sure do talk a lot.” He smiled. That smile could make a girl weak in the knees. “We can always do something else.” He winked. I raised my hand and saluted him the best way I knew how and turned for the door.

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 GINA SEVANI was born and raised in beautiful South Carolina. She still lives there with her adventurous husband, beautiful daughter, and the families two dogs. She learned at an early age that she had a mad love for reading, romance, paranormal, and everything in between. One night, as she was trying to fall asleep, fictional characters popped into her head and would not leave. Day after day she was running dialogue in her head while trying to perform daily tasks. Those characters would not shut up! As time passed, she kept them at bay, convinced she didn't have the ability to be an "Author". But late one night, she sat down at the computer, deciding to see if her characters could come to life on the pages. When she finally took a breath, ten thousand words had poured out of her soul. Those words lead to her first novel "Beautifully Damaged." She enjoys writing and being part of the "Author World" as she likes to call it. Her main goal when it comes to writing is to make you feel something - anything. Laughter, tears, madness or to make you fall in love with the hero/heroine. At the end of the novel if you have felt some type of emotion then she feels her job is complete. Until the next story of course.
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Friday, 11 September 2015

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Meet Mia and Jensen in Paper Hearts.  
This beautiful standalone contemporary romance by Claire Contreras is NOW LIVE!  #ClaireWrites

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Blurb

I lost her.
No, I didn't lose her. I threw her away.
She was my best friend.

I was never supposed to fall in love with her.
I was careless.
She was heartbroken.

I thought I was doing fine. But here she is, years later, forced to work with me, reminding me why I fell in love with her in the first place.
And this time I'm going to do everything in my power to never let her go.


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Prologue
Jensen
I don’t take ownership in a lot of things. I rent an apartment, lease a car, and go to a no-contract gym. I have a wandering heart—an incessant mind. It’s hard for me to look at something and see forever; though I had a forever once.
I let her go, not because I loved her too much to ask her to stay, but because I couldn’t bear to hear her tell me she wouldn’t. Still, every once in a while I wonder.
And nothing is more haunting than regret.

Chapter 1
Mia
I used to wonder what I would do if I had the chance to go back in time and right something. Would I take it? Would I look at it as a second opportunity, or would I just let it go, knowing the experiences I went through and learned from?
Discomfort spread through me as I walked into the building of my new, albeit temporary, job. The feeling stayed there, stuck to the lining inside of my uneasy stomach, echoing its way into my mind until I reached the twentieth floor of the building. As I exited the elevator and stepped into the lobby of the magazine, a smiling brunette, who was sorting through a colorful cup of pens, greeted me. Something about her—maybe her fidgetiness, the Lisa Loeb look she had going, or the welcoming smile on her face—made me breathe a little easier.
“How can I help you?” she asked in a singsong voice as she swiveled slightly in her chair.
“I’m here to see Mrs.—I mean, Dr. Zamora.”
“Fran,” she said. “She likes to be called Fran. Are you Mia?”
“Yes.”
The girl smiled and gave me a quick onceover. “Cool. I’m Katie. Let me make sure she’s in. Take a seat.”
I let out a breath as I placed my bag on the floor and sat across from her in a sleek white chair, taking in the vast space filled with photographs shot by people whose work I admired. In an effort to calm my nerves, I picked up one of the magazines beside me and leafed through it, and even went as far as to try to channel my inner zen, remembering what an incredible yoga session I’d had earlier that morning. But nothing worked. That sticky feeling of what did I get myself into? could not be soothed.
 It felt like the time I let my twin brother talk me into letting him cut my hair so that we could “really be twins,” and I ended up looking like Peter Pan for two months while my mother cried into her pillow every night. I fished out my phone and contemplated sending him a text. Rob had always been the brave twin, with words of wisdom to get me through these times. But, I’d dug my grave, and now I had to lie in it.
When I ran into my favorite college professor months ago, a local magazine had just published some of my pictures for a special they were circulating. The accomplishment I felt at telling her this dwindled when she asked the dreaded words: what next? But then she offered me the opportunity of a lifetime: to take pictures for a huge magazine, one I probably wouldn’t have had an opportunity to work for had my professor’s sister not been the person in charge of the project. The catch, of course, unbeknownst to my professor or her sister, was that my exboyfriend, The Dream Crusher, wrote for the same magazine. But I’d have been an idiot to turn it down. Regardless of where I worked after this, to have this experience on my resume would be incredible.
“She just got here,” Katie said, jerking me out of my thoughts. I stood quickly, hitching my bag on my shoulder as the glass door to my right opened and a tall woman with an uncanny resemblance to my professor—wild red hair and bright green eyes—walked through it.
I laughed when she winked at me. After she hired me for this job, we started following each other on any social media that allowed for stalking.
“It’s like we’ve been friends forever.”
“Social media will do that,” she responded with a laugh as she turned on her heels. “Let me show you around.”
If Fran were a car, she’d be in fourth gear at all times. By the time she finished showing me around the place and we got back to her office, my legs felt like they were on fire. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the heels I was wearing, or because I had to take four strides to her two. Being short could be a bit of a curse.
“We already got the clearance from W Magazine and are keeping the title ‘What Would You Do With Your Second Chance?’ I’m sure they told you already,” she said as we each took a seat.
They hadn’t told me anything. Not that it mattered. I’d taken pictures for an article with a similar name, but it was for a small, local magazine, nothing of this stature.
“I hope your friends don’t mind that we’re stealing their limelight,” Fran added with a smile. She’d become completely fascinated by the fact that the couple on the cover of the magazine, my best friend and her now-husband, were a second chance love story.
“They definitely don’t mind,” I replied with a laugh. “They wanted to kill me when they saw the magazine in our grocery stores, so replacing it will be a good thing.
” She laughed. “Were they uneasy because they weren’t an official couple yet?”
“Basically. Her brother wanted to kill Oliver … the guy,” I paused to clarify before continuing, “when he found out about the whole thing.”
“But it’s so romantic,” Fran said, letting out a deep sigh.
“I guess it is.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls!”
“One of what girls?”
“The ones who are all ‘I don’t need a man’ and ‘I hate romance.’” She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was biting back a smile as she said it.
I shrugged. “I’m not any kind of girl. I don’t need a man, but I don’t hate romance. I think I’m kind of obsessed with romance, really, which is probably why I’m still single.”
Fran laughed loudly. “Funny how that works, right? I’ll tell you what, had it not been for Match, I would have never met mine. I’m sure you don’t need any help finding a guy, though.” She waved the length of my torso as if she was presenting me to someone as some kind of trophy.
“Finding a guy isn’t a problem. Keeping a guy is a problem, and finding the guy is a complete catastrophe.”
Fran nodded in sympathy. “Yep. I’ve been there. But alas, you’ll find the one. You’re young, adorable, funny, talented, and smart. Hell of a combination.”
I smiled and looked away. “One day.”
“Anywho, enough about boys. Let’s talk about work. As I stated in the email, you’ll be taking your headshots today. You don’t need to come into the office every day, but feel free to use our facility for anything you need. I sent you the contact information for the couples you’ll be shooting so that you can schedule their test shots first, and after that, we’ll let you know who we narrowed it down to. We only want to select four couples to feature: two young, and two older. They all have different stories, anyway, so that’ll be fine.”
She paused for a breath as I nodded, taking mental notes. “And … oh yeah, here are the names of the writers working on the special. Carlos and Deborah are regular staff; the other two are freelance, but work with us often. I wrote down their emails and will send them yours now so they can contact you. Sometimes they like to go along for the shoots and do their interviews there.”
My eyes scrolled down the list as I nodded. I stalled when I saw his name. Just words on a page, but they made my heart flip once, twice, and finally nestle its way into the pit of my stomach. I was prepared for this.
“You should meet us for drinks on Wednesday,” Fran said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was so not prepared for this.
“So I only see them on days that I shoot?” I asked, waving the paper slightly.
“Well, that only happens if they want to interview the people in their element. Otherwise, we only see each other during meetings, and we don’t have many. We’ll be having one this Wednesday over drinks, though, and then again to lay out the final plans.”
I swallowed loudly and nodded. “Okay.”
“It would be great for you to come on Wednesday and meet them,” she said again. I felt like I was on a downward spiral, moving here, knowing this job would mean I would be insanely close to him, secretly hoping that I was, while reminding myself of the reasons I’d avoided him in the first place. I took a breath and braced myself for the inevitable fall.
“Sure. Drinks sound great.”

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Author Information
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Claire Contreras graduated with her BA in Psychology from Florida International University. She lives in Miami, Florida with her husband, two little boys, and three dogs.

Her favorite past times are: daydreaming, writing, and reading.

She has been described as a random, sarcastic, crazy girl with no filter.

Life is short, and it’s more bitter than sweet, so she tries to smile as often as her face allows. She enjoys stories with happy endings, because life is full of way too many unhappy ones.

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Thursday, 10 September 2015

LOVE/HATE SERIES by ISABELLE RICHARDS RELEASE BLITZ




Title: Hate to Love You
Series: Love/Hate #1
Author: Isabelle Richards
 Release Date: September 9, 2015



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Opposites in every way, Chase and Arianna have been bitter rivals since childhood. Constantly in competition, they fight incessantly, making it nearly impossible for them to be in the same room with each other. Until they slept together.

Sex changes everything.

In one emotional evening, they go from enemies to lovers. Hate quickly evolves into passionate lust, but old habits die hard. The love growing between them can’t erase a lifetime of animosity. The two quickly fall back into old routines of spite and vengeance, and their relationship crumbles under the weight of their deep-seated distrust.

Chase and Arianna spend the next two years on opposite sides of the globe, avoiding each other at all costs. Despite the lies they tell themselves, neither one is ready to let go. Even though they are both engaged to other people, they can’t find it in their hearts to forgive each other or to move forward.

A family emergency calls Arianna home, where they have no choice but to face each other again. Will they finally admit the truth, or will they remain forever trapped between love and hate?








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Isabelle Richards spent years as a speech writer before attempting to write fiction. An avid reader of all genres, Isabelle is drawn to romance novels as they provide an escape from daily life. Through her complex cast of characters, Isabelle creates a sanctuary for readers to dive into for a break from reality.

When she is not writing, Isabelle works as an advocate for persons with disabilities in Washington, DC. Her two yellow labs are her writing partners, although they frequently sleep on the job.


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RYKER by CHERYL DOUGLAS




Title: Ryker
Series: Steele Brothers #1
Author: Cheryl Douglas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: September 10, 2015



Blurb

Mackenzie Steele assumed she’d be with her husband forever. He was her best friend, the father of her children. But when weeks turned into months without intimacy, she realized she was too young to feel so old. She wanted to feel desirable again, to find the woman Ryker had fallen in love with twenty years ago. And there was only one way she knew how to do that… by asking him to move out.

Ryker was blindsided when his wife told him she wanted to separate. He knew they’d hit a rough patch, but he’d never allowed himself to imagine his life without her. Now he had no choice. She was happy without him, living life on her own terms, and he knew if he didn’t find a place for himself in her new life, it would be too late to save his marriage.






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When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I’ve never looked back!

I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.

It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’

I don’t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.


When I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay with that.



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