Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Baller by Vi Keeland Blog Tour


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Meet Brody Easton in THE BALLER!
A standalone Contemporary Romance novel by
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Vi Keeland

NOW AVAILABLE






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Blurb
The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.   
It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.   
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.  
No.  The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question.  On camera.   
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.  
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football.   
I’d date an athlete.   
It’s the other kind of player I don’t date.   
You know the type.  Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.
Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Simple right?
Let’s face it.  It never is.
There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after…  
And this one is ours.





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A new song had just started, and I was enjoying his company when a voice behind me said, “Can I cut in?”
My head whipped around, even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.
Michael was gracious. “I hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod. “Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”
Again Brody Easton had caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant jerk.  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.
“Good to see you again, Lois Lane.”
The man had balls; I had to give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes on, Easton.”
“Do you prefer me without?”
“I prefer you on the other side of the room.”
He chuckled. It was a hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang out in the men’s locker room.”
I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right. No.”
“I can scream at the top of my lungs.”
“I’d like to hear you scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I was doing the screaming.
“You’re an asshole. You know that?”
“I do. You asked me that yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions more frequently.”
My eyes bulged.
Easton shifted his hand down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You can’t be serious?”
He ignored my comment. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“Dessert at my place, then?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”
“On a diet, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”
“Well, that’s just a shame.”

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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work.  She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!






Additional Books by Vi Keeland

Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat




Throb
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1zk882K

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1alpVES
Smashwords - http://bit.ly/1is0zNX

Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)

Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)



The Cole Series (2 book serial)

Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)

Standalone novels
Cocky Bastard (Written with Penelope Ward)

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

First Thing I See
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1JWFo21




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Monday, January 11, 2016

L is for Luminous by Amity Cross Release Day Blitz




Title: L is for Luminous
Author: Amity Cross
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Amity Cross
 Release Date: January 11, 2016






When desperado dork Lux Dawson gets stuck in an elevator at a comic convention, she couldn't be any more mortified. 

She's just another writer trying to get her work seen, not to get stuck in a three by four metal box with the sexiest male specimen she's ever seen... who just happens to be guest of honor, Jude Atwood. 

Jude's the star of the hottest TV series on the American airwaves, the supernatural detective show Naturals, and he's at the height of his star studded career. Too bad she's a nobody and he has a famous actor girlfriend, who just happens to be his onscreen, epic love. Who could compete with that, right? But for some insane reason Jude wants to know all about Lux...including her disaster of a writing career. 

Once those elevator doors are pried open by the jaws of life and reality arrives in the form of hordes of waiting paparazzi, Lux's life is about to explode...


She just doesn't know it yet. 







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Lux Dawson is a young female author that hasn't had an easy life. She is celebrating her 25th birthday with a cupcake and makes one little wish "Tomorrow, things are going to change" Little does she know, this could actually happen. And to think, it all started with having to get a Chewbacca thumb drive for someone at the comic con.
A chance meeting in an elevator changes her whole world. The hottest actor around just happens to be in there with her when the elevator stops. Jude Atwood is her dream, and the man she models her male lead after. When he takes her business card, she isn't aware of the amazing things that re about to happen."For the first time in my life, Lux Dawson was a somebody." 

What would you do if your entire life changed? Would you take the chances you are offered or would you play it safe? 
"It was real lie, and they looked genuinely happy. I wanted that. The thought came into my mind clear and sharp, it's jagged edges tearing at my heart."
This is what Lux has to decide for herself.  Amazing and scary things happen when you let yourself be open to the possibilities that are offered, both good and bad. Things aren't always what they seem, and the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
"You could roll a turd in glitter, but under all that glitz and glamour, it was still a big, steaming turd."







Outside, the air was cool, so I pulled my biker jacket on and flipped up the collar.

“Hey.”

I turned at the sound of Jude’s voice. He was leaning up against the wall, his phone in his hand, his gaze firmly on mine. I could still feel the ghost of his body pressed against mine, and I shivered, sinking deeper into my jacket.

“Hey, yourself,” I threw back.

“Are you leaving?” he asked, clearly disappointed, and I wondered if a little dance was all it took to get him going.

“Yeah,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve had enough excitement for one night.” And enough threats from your ex-girlfriend to last a lifetime.

He pushed off the wall. “You’re going home?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll walk you,” he said.

“No, it’s okay,” I said, backing away. “Stay at the party. It’s only a couple of blocks.”

“A lot can happen in a couple of blocks,” he said, narrowing his eyes. He stepped forward, wavering on his feet.

“Exactly how much have you had to drink since I left you in there?” I asked in amusement.

“I’m not drunk,” he complained. “But you are.”

“Am not,” I lied. Well, I’d reverted to tipsy after Tessa had sobered me up with her bitchy presence. I put my hands on my hips. “I bet you a hundred bucks you can’t walk in a straight line.”

“Only a hundred? I think we can do better than that.”

“You’re a cocky bastard, Jude Atwood.”

“And she swears like an angel,” he slurred.

“I think I should be walking you home,” I retorted.

“Now there’s an idea…”

I flushed scarlet, my entire body beginning to zing. “So you don’t fall in a gutter and wake up with your shame all over TMZ, jerk.”

He waved his hand at me. “I’m still walking you home. The air will sober me up a bit.”

“Ha! So you are drunk.”

He held up his hand and pinched his thumb and forefinger together. “Perhaps a little.”

I shook my head and began walking, Jude falling into step beside me.

“How did you like the party?” he asked.

I could still feel his body pressed against mine, moving to the music. So close to kissing and throwing everything away.

“It was okay,” I muttered.

“You’re a good dancer,” he said, giving me a wink.

I rolled my eyes and glanced away so he couldn’t see the heat in my cheeks. I wasn’t sure it was necessary considering he was a little loose, but it was like a default reaction. You know, like a reflex.

Stopping at an intersection, my mind went back to the moment Tessa shoved her phone in my face and almost bitch-slapped me to the ground. Bloody hell, why should I care what Tessa Donahue thought? Maybe I should care a little if I wanted to have my contract renewed. I hadn’t thought about anything beyond this season of the show. Did I want to come back for another year? Did I want to continue living in this spiral of one-sided lust and heartbreak?

“What are you doing?” Jude asked. He’d gotten to the middle of the road and had come back again. He wound his arm around my waist and guided me across the street.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

I shook my head. “Stuff.”

We walked in silence after that, and he didn’t let me go until we stood out the front of my block. Unlocking the door, I was gently nudged to the side, and my heart began to speed up.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he stepped into the tiny lobby.

“I’m walking you to your door,” he declared.

“This is my door.”

He narrowed his eyes and pushed the button for the elevator. “That’s everyone’s door.”

“So specific,” I retorted as the car arrived.

Stepping into the elevator, he sidled up next to me, making the synapses in my brain misfire.

“You don’t have to come all the way,” I said.

Jude grunted, his eyes on the display above the door. His fingers were worrying the hem of his shirt, and it began to dawn on me that he was nervous. I thought he was drunk? Maybe he was a bit of both. Maybe I was misreading the situation.

The elevator arrived at my floor with a ding, and we walked down the hall to my apartment. Unlocking the door, I turned to Jude.

“Safe and sound,” I declared, edging inside.

He narrowed his eyes and swallowed hard. “Yep.”

We stood there staring at each other like idiots, the air feeling thick. As thick as it had when we were dancing earlier.

Then he stepped forward, a hungry look in his eyes, and I stepped back, moving into my apartment.

Everything that happened in the next second was like I was living in someone else’s life. A dream, a fantasy, a parallel universe.

His mouth was on my lips before I realized what was happening, and I stumbled backward until I hit the wall. I gasped in surprise, and his tongue dove greedily against mine, the lingering tang of alcohol mixing with his taste, the taste that said he was Jude.

His hands shoved into my hair, and he held me firm, his entire body pressing hard against mine. His lips were soft, the stubble that always coated his jaw rasped against my skin…and I kissed him back. I gave him everything I’d been holding onto since the day we met. It rushed out of me like a force of nature that couldn’t be tamed. Like a tsunami, a hurricane, a lightning storm, a raging bushfire, the extinction level atomic blast of a gigantic meteor hitting the earth…

I was alive.

Alive and coursing with reckless abandon.

“Lux,” he moaned against my lips.

So wild, so uncontrollable… Everything ached so much I could hardly bear it.

“Jude.”

He moved his lips to my neck, kissing a trail of fire along my skin as his hands stroked the curve of my back. My entire body spoke to his, pushing into his touch, guiding his movements, wanting and needing more with an intensity that had me spinning out of control.


I had no idea… No idea at all. 

L is for Luminous is Copyright © 2015-16 Amity Cross








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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Friday, January 8, 2016

Mastered by the Mavericks by Angel Payne

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The first step to solving a problem...
Brynna Monet is on a man diet for the rest of her life. No more G men, spies, or soldiers, period. Willpower comes easily from the scars on her heart, left by a string of dominant bad boys who have all asked too high a price for her passion: her trust.

But what ransom will she give for her best friend's life? 
When the unspeakable happens, Brynn insists on courting temptation in every hot, dangerous sense of the word--times two. In order to save her friend from the captivity of a madman, 
Brynn is assigned as a secret consultant on one of the military's riskiest missions, working with a pair of the Special Forces' most notorious bad boys: Rhett Lange and Rebel Stafford.
...is admitting you've got one.
From the moment Brynn lands in the middle of a Texas wilderness with these two, she questions the sanity of her decision--and the survival of her willpower. Like the most decadent dominant dessert, Rhett and Rebel embody everything her body craves--and her spirit fears. Their control unravels her fantasies, their command exposes her desire...and their courage, with themselves as well as the monster they chase, moves her heart. 
But, like all dreams-come-true, it's temporary.
Though Brynn submits to her lovers, she knows better than to give up her trust--until the fate of the mission hinges on exactly that. Can Brynn face her biggest fear to save a friend's life--but still know her soul at the end?

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Rhett watched the yes fire up her eyes before it lifted her lips. The light, piercing as dawn through autumn leaves, mesmerized him just as thoroughly—until she turned to give its magic to Reb—Who was just as worthy of the words. Mesmerizing. Magical. Christ. He’d never seen Moon look like this. The man illuminated rooms no matter where they went, but his luminosity always copied the celestial satellite he was nicknamed after, borrowing the glow from something else. Now, for the first time in their friendship, the joy on Rebel’s face was an inner thing, inspired by something that was purely his… Magnified as they locked eyes once more. The guy’s happiness ricocheted at Rhett like a rocket, decimating his chest with its intensity. Rebel had gotten it—thank God. Had understood everything Rhett was trying to communicate with this proposition. Though he couldn’t give Reb that extra step in their relationship—fuck, regularfriendship still wasn’t something he knew how do correctly—this was his way of trying. A bridge, in the form of this beautiful, passionate woman, to at least connect them halfway. And God only knew, all three of them needed reconnection right now. No guilt. No strings. Just heat, desire, bonding, fulfillment. Just this. Just now. It was a win-win-win. He really liked those odds. “Rebel?” Brynna’s query reminded him that Moon hadn’t verbally weighed in on things yet. Psshh. A formality, really. Rhett almost bellowed the hell, yes on behalf of his friend. Damn good thing he didn’t. Whoa. Rebel really had become a different person. The usual Moonstormer would have been jumping on this invite like it was engraved in gold from the Playboy Mansion. A let’s-get-naked playdate, with Brynna and him, no regrets or rearviews attached? Why the idiot wasn’t dropping trou this second, instead of taking a step back from them both, was a deepening mystery. “Reb?” Rhett issued his own cautious prompt. “You down or not?” And did he really have to voice it? Rebel looked up—exposing the bright blue flashes in his gaze. “Oh, I’m down.” He moved back in, slipping one hand over Brynna’s, before spreading her fingers over his crotch. The swell beneath his track pants visibly jumped, stretching a cock-shaped silhouette into the black cotton. Rhett barely stopped himself from swaying. Goddamn, that was a stunning sight. A gulp pounded down his throat. How the hell had this happened? He’d always been an open-minded guy, but as a whole, cock did nothing for him. In prep schools since the age of ten and cross-country at RIT, he’d been in enough group showers to know it as a sure thing. Pussy was definitely more his thing. Soft. Supple. Tender. Tasty. But the cock in those pants wasn’t just any cock. It belonged to the guy who knew him better than anyone else. The man who’d seen enough ugliness in his life not to be bothered about the strange journey of his. The guy who understood what it was like to take life in chunks of now instead of pining for the past or stressing about the future, because none of it mattered if a bomb blew your face away. The man who was more his family than the people with whom he shared DNA. His brother in arms, his friend in all times of need—and in so many ways, his soulmate. Who’d understand, more than anyone, his need to deal with this shit by making light of it. “Looks like you’re up for it too, dude.” Rebel didn’t laugh. Or react in much of any other way. The fucker was still an enigma, his face a taut mask as he caught Brynna’s other wrist in his hold. He pulled her hands between their chests with a low growl. “Let’s be very clear. I want to do this with you as badly as Rhett does, littlecher…" “But?” She supplied the implied word. “But this time, I won’t be able to control myself as much as I did on the airplane. I won’t be able to hide so many of my…special preferences.” One side of his mouth kicked up—finally—when his revelation goose-bumped her flesh. “You’re a very bright girl, aren’t you? You’ve already figured out what they are. Maybe even thought about all the…creative ways…I could play with you.” His thumbs stroked her inner wrists. “Control you. Then pleasure you.” Rhett palmed the shaft now pushing at his own pants. “And I won’t be able to hide what that does to me.” Rebel nailed him with a hot glance. “I sure as hell hope not.” Well, that made things official. Track pants really could be torture devices.

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Bestselling romance author Angel Payne has been reading and writing her entire life, though her love for romances began in junior high, when writing with friends on “swap stories” they’d trade between classes. Needless to say, those stories involved lots of angst, groping, drama, and French kissing.
She began getting a paycheck for her writing in her twenties, writing record reviews for a Beverly Hills-based dance music magazine. Some years, various entertainment industry gigs, and a number of years in the hospitality industry later, Angel returned to the thing she loves the most: creating character-based romantic fiction. Along the way, she also graduated with two degrees from Chapman University in Southern California, taking departmental honors for English, before writing five historical romances for Kensington and Bantam/Doubleday/Dell.
Angel found a true home in writing contemporary-based romances that feature high heat and high concepts, focusing on memorable alpha men and the women who tame them. She has numerous book series to her credit, including the Kinky Truth series, the Secrets of Stone series (with Victoria Blue), and the popular W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces series, as well as several stand-alone titles. TheCimarron series and the Once Upon a Sin series both launch in 2015.
Angel still lives in Southern California, where she is married to her soul mate and lives on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with their awesome daughter and Lady Claire, the dog with impeccable manners. When not writing, she enjoys reading, pop culture, alt rock, cute shoes, and hanging at the beach with family and friends.

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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Never Say Goodbye by Hilary Storm Release Blitz




Never Say GoodbyeRelease Date: January 5th




This includes a special bonus! No Strings Attached and Fighting the
Odds have been included in this download to give you Luke's entire
story!

Luke Jacobs is finally beginning to get his life back. The heartache
from losing Lilly will always be there, but he's learning to cope each
day with Kimber by his side.

Kimber Reynolds has moved across the country to start over and have a
new beginning with Luke. She's separating herself from her entire past
life to take this chance at true love in hopes of getting that happily
ever after she's always dreamed of.

Everything was going perfectly until Luke sees the letter. Their
worlds begin to crash around them as they both try to search for
answers. Will Luke be able to handle the news? Will Kimber be there
for him when he needs her most? Will the past become the present as
they try to make sense of what's happening? Find out in the conclusion
to Luke's story!







Amazon US:  http://amzn.to/1mBC3OM
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Amazon CA:  http://tinyurl.com/jhdrffr
Amazon AU:  http://tinyurl.com/j2fxf5d
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***iBooks and Barnes and Noble will be available as soon as they
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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children
in Enid, Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book
characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from
Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting. Her
passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music,
mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the
international best selling author of the Rebel Walking Series, Six,
Bryant Brothers, and Inked Brothers Series.

Website:  www.hilarystormwrites.com
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