Cover Reveal for Play Along by T L Swan

Title: Play Along
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Romantic Thriller
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: April 23, 2017

Blurb

I witnessed a
murder and became his hostage.
Held captive
beneath the deck of a shipping container…. I realise to save my life I need to
become valuable.
My body is my
only weapon.
His pleasure to
my pain.
28 days is a long
time to Play Along with his perverted demands.
He thinks I enjoy
them.
It disgusts me
that I secretly do.
I hate him.
I crave him.
But my mind is
stronger than my body and this time he picked the wrong girl to mess with.
When the player
becomes the played, escape will be my reality.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
In a world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?
I stand alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in
his arms before he kisses her.
The air evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.
Despair is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick
self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see
this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.
The signs were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as
long as my gut instinct would allow.
I believed that he loved me.
I believed that she loved me.
As I stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best
friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on
so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am
having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
This can’t be happening.
My first inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date
with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her
up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as
she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away
from that man.
Why?
Why wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and
hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get
home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he
jealous?
No, he couldn’t be.
So, I thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was
overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she
went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The
catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and
Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
 I had obviously ruined their
plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.
Did they have sex in her bed or mine?
How often did my roommate satisfy my lover?
Unable to help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I
knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
Even a cock, it seemed.
On Friday she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd
announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
Coincidence? I didn’t think so.
I knew they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel
room somewhere.
I took my time. I waited.
And now it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a
nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
He can go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots… but why the
fuck did he have to take her from me?
I watch them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.
My best friend—the only constant in my life since my mother passed away five years
ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when
Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa.  My life changed that day. Mel was happy,
confident, and attractive.
More than I was… than I am.
I watch her grind herself against him while he looks down on her
seductively as she dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says
something and then they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.
They are not just fucking.
They have feelings for each other.
He kisses her again and his hands go to the back of her head to hold her
exactly how he wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.
Through blurred vision, I try to make myself look away.
No.
I can’t look away because I know when I leave this nightclub two of the
most important people in my life will no longer be a part of it. The floor
sways beneath me. How is this possible?
What have I done to deserve this betrayal?
I can’t move.
He kisses her again and they fall back against a wall where he pins her
and then they start to really go for it.
No. Stop it!
The tears burst the dam and I start to stride toward them as the
adrenaline hits its crescendo. I need to stop them, stop everything.
Stop kissing her, you fucking asshole!
Please, stop it!
But then I pause mid-step.
Don’t do this. Don’t lower yourself. Go
home and move out. Don’t give them a chance to deny or defend it.
I am better than this.
I stand for a moment and stare at the square pattern on the carpet
beneath my feet. I’m dizzy and disorientated. I stay there for a while longer
with my eyes firmly on the dirty treasons. He kisses her and lifts her thigh up
to wrap around his, a move he always pulls on me.
Does he like to do her from behind, too?
That last thought snaps something deep inside. I don’t remember getting
over to them, but I push him in the back as he pins her to the wall, he falls
forward and then looks around, his expression drops in horror. Before I know
what I’m doing, I’ve punched him in the face.
Melissa’s hands fly to her mouth. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “T-this isn’t
what it looks like,” she stammers.
“You slut!” I scream, unable to control myself. I grab a drink from a
man walking past and throw it in her face, following it up with a hard slap
across her cheek. She staggers back in shock, her hand flying up to her
smarting face.
“Roshelle,” Todd cries as he grabs my arm to try and control me. “Calm
down.” He pulls me away from Melissa, clearly scared that I am going to hit her
again.
“I will not fucking calm down.” I push out as the tears fall. I turn to
him and a myriad of emotions fill me, but it is his betrayal that steals my
voice. I have so many things I want to say, so many things that have escaped my
brain. My eyes search his and he tries to grab my hand.
“Don’t touch me!” I yell as I whip my hand away from him. “Never again.”
I turn to Melissa. “Get your things and get out of my house.” I sneer.
“Roshelle,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head in
disbelief. Suddenly the walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get
out of here.
I have got to get away from this hurt.
I see an exit sign and make a beeline for it without looking back. I
push out into the cold night air, the door slamming behind me.
“Shut the fuck up before I blow your fucking head off!” a man’s voice
yells.
“You don’t have the fucking guts,” someone else sneers in reply.
Huh?
I try to focus, despite my tears, and I angrily swipe them from my eyes.
It’s dark and there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front
of me, then I turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked
and there is no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.
What? Where am I?
The tears are streaming down my face.
A gunshot rings out and a man drops in front of me clutching his
stomach. My eyes widen in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly
stumbled upon.
What?
Suddenly, I’m surrounded by five men on all sides.
I’ve interrupted some kind of deal.
Oh no.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man calls out.
I shake my head in a panic. “I didn’t see anything, I swear.” I push
through the group of men and one of them grabs me by the arm. “I need me some
clean ass tonight.”
I try to rip my arm from his clutches, but he hits me hard across the
face with his gun, the pain ringing through my head like a lightning bolt
before I fall to the ground.
“Bring her with us,” someone yells.
“No, we don’t need that baggage. Leave her, she said she didn’t see
anything.”
They continue arguing.
“Yeah, well, my cock needs new pussy. “Bring her.” The shooter growls.
I feel my body being lifted and then thrown into the tight space of a
car trunk. “No,” I whisper. “No.” My handbag falls to the ground and I see
someone pick it up and throw it in the car.
The trunk lid slams with a thud.
I taste blood in my mouth as I lie in a semi-conscious state in the
dark.
The pain from my head throbs. What has just happened?
I put my hands up in the darkness and feel the cold metal that encases
me.
The reality of the situation rings true as the car starts to drive and I
hear them talking to each other in the backseats behind me. Everything is foggy
and my head, it hurts so much. I feel something hot run through my hair. What
is it? I put my hand up and feel a deep gash in my head, the dripping blood hot
and sticky. What the fuck? Oh no. They will kill me.
With renewed purpose and splayed hands I start to hit the roof in a
panic.
They just killed someone.
I need some new pussy.
His words run through my head. Oh my God, they are going to rape me
before they kill me, all five of them.
I start to run my hands frantically over the metal that encases me. How
do you get out of a car trunk? Is there a latch?
“Help!” I scream. “Help me,” I call out as I slam my open hands on the
roof. The car slows down. Shit! My eyes widen.
Is this it? I pant as I listen to their movements and I hear the whirl
of the traffic lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static,
stuck in traffic.
I start to bang on the roof with force. “Help me!” I scream. I lift my
legs and try to push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang
frantically on the ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner
of the carpet. Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear
back the carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being
kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll come back there and shut you up,” a male voice
growls from inside the car.
My eyes widen. Oh, he sounds scary. I really begin to freak out. I have
to get out of here. Now.
I struggle to open the toolbox in front of me in the dark, but
eventually it flies open in a rush and a tire iron flings back, hitting me
straight in the nose.
“Ah, fuck!” I scream.
Ouch, that fucking hurt. The impact brings tears to my eyes and I clutch
my face. Oh, crap, I think I broke my own nose. I grab the tire iron and hit it
on the roof with all of my strength. The impact makes it ricochet back and hits
me straight in the eyebrow.
“Ahh!” I scream again. I feel a hot trickle run down the side of my
face. If they don’t kill me I am doing a good job of it myself here.
I keep banging the tire iron on the roof. This has got to be gaining
some kind of attention. “Help me,” I yell. “Someone… call the police. Help.”
The car speeds up and I am flung to the back of the trunk. The lights
change, the car flies around the corner, and I go flying, sending the tools
scattering throughout the trunk so they hit me. The driver turns a right like a
maniac and I slide and hit my head against the side.
“Fucking assholes,” I scream, and I hear them all laugh inside the car.
Then the vehicle flies around a left corner and I go sliding again. I can hear
the tires screeching as the car races down the street.
I’m going to die. Oh God, I’m going to die. I try to grip onto the metal
roof to stop myself from hitting the edge, but I can’t, and as the car flies
around the corner I crumple into the hard metal end of the trunk. The tools are
flying around and hitting me. Shit. I feel around frantically for the tire iron
again. I may need it, but I can’t find it, and my hand feels around the
carpeted floor.
Where are you? Where are you?
I bend and feel along the other end of the trunk and finally feel the
cold hard metal. My heart is racing as the car races out of control. I need a plan,
but what is the damn plan?
Think.
I clutch the tire iron in my hand with white-knuckle force as I try to
stop myself from flying around. Whoever opens the trunk is getting knocked out
with this fucker. My thoughts cross to Oprah and her sound advice to never go to the second location. I don’t
remember much from Oprah, but I do know that she said never go to the second
location if being kidnapped—fight like hell to escape because they are going to
kill you as soon as you get there.
Oh God, this is great.
I’m already in the fucking car on the way to the second location. I
begin to get mad, like, furious mad. How dare they? I’ve had a really fucking
bad night and I’m not in the mood for this shit. After about twenty minutes and
sixty attack plans, the car slows down and goes over speed bumps.
Where are we?
Adrenaline starts to pump through my blood.
Speed bumps are in parking lots… So that must mean we are in a deserted
parking lot.
The car stops and the men go silent. I close my eyes, knowing this is it.
Holy shit.
My heart is hammering and I grip the tire iron in one hand and the car
jack in the other. If I’m going to die tonight, someone is coming with me. I
wriggle around so my feet are facing the opening, and I pull them back towards
my chest. I can hardly breathe, I’m so scared. I hold my weapons in my hand and
wait. The car doors open and the whole car lifts as the men get out.
Where are we?
I hear them begin to talk as if I have been totally forgotten about and
another sickening thought crosses my mind. What if they just leave me in here?
What if I just die a slow death in the car from no water or food? Oh my
God.
What do I do? What do I do?
I stay quiet for five minutes as I try to think until I can’t stand it
any longer.
Screw this. I am not dying alone in the trunk of a car in a deserted
parking lot. I put my tire iron down next to me on the floor and I bang on the
trunk lid. “Help me. Let me out,” I call.
The men go silent.
“Just get her out and let her go,” someone says.
“I will be having some fun first,” another answers.
I can’t understand what is said next but they all laugh out loud and I
grip the tire iron in my hand.
Assholes.
I pull my legs back, and as the trunk is opened I kick out with all my
might and connect my feet with a man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I jump
out of the trunk and one man comes at me. I swing the tire iron as violently as
I can and hit him hard in the head, watching as he falls away. The other men
all laugh at their two friends on the ground. Another man comes at me and I
swing the car jack as hard as I can and cut his face open.
Then I run.
As fast as I can, I run across the cement. It’s dark and we are in a
parking lot that seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the
seagulls. I run with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn
high-heeled shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.
“Get off me,” I scream as I fight and kick. One man hits me across the
face and they struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip.
They are too strong.
They drag me up from the ground, one on each arm, as I kick my legs out
and wrestle to try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness,
guiding me back to the car.
One man has his t-shirt off and is holding it up against his face to try
and stop the bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.
One man is leaning on the car watching me intently.
I glare at him and he smirks back.
“Let me go!” I yell as I try to break the gorilla grip the two men have
on me. I bend down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man
on my left, hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The
distraction lets me rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the
face. The man who I hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them
hold me down.
“You’re coming with us, bitch.”
“She’s going to be fun to break in.” The man on my left laughs.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I kick him in the balls again.
He doubles over in pain and the man leaning against the car laughs out
loud.
My eyes glance over to him. He’s tall, scary looking, and the other men
all seem to be looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like
them. He’s clearly the alpha of the group.
Their leader.
He smirks as he watches me and lights a cigarette as if thinking and
shakes his head.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” He sighs.
I kick out and connect with the other man’s shin, he cries out. “I’m
going to fucking bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking
doing with her?” he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking
control.”
The tall man takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes dropping to my feet
before rising back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”
I shake my head and start to fight. “Like fuck you will,” I scream as I
kick out.
His eyes hold mine, and he smiles darkly and takes another drag of his
cigarette. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.
Fear runs through me. I start to go animalistic and fight like hell.
“Get the cloth,” he says to the two the other man standing next to him.
The guy disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two
men on either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my
face as I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.
“No.” I scream as I try to move my head out of their reach. I can’t get
away from the black cloth that smells like chemicals.
I struggle.
I fight.
I feel faint.
I lose consciousness.
I wake as a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach and I go to wipe the
perspiration from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.
Huh? I pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see
it is tied to a post.
I struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.
Oh my God.
I’m naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.
My eyes flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the
tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He
is looking through my wallet from my handbag.
What the fuck?
I start to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle
my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.
He ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and
reads it.
“Roshelle Meyers,” he murmurs.
“Get out of my things,” I snap.
He glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me
on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers
through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies
dryly, arching his brow.
My eyes close. Oh God. I don’t remember.
Shame fills me.
“Let me go,” I whisper as tears escape and roll down my cheeks.
His hand travels slowly up my torso. He cups my full breast and then
bends and takes it in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.
I screw up my face and shake my head. “Please… stop it. Please, I beg.
What do you want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”
He bites my nipple hard and I gasp in pain.
“I haven’t started to have fun yet,” he whispers coldly.
“Untie me. Please, untie me,” I beg.
He shakes his head as he runs his fingers back toward my sex and slides
them through my lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have
I had sex
? “Did you…?” I hesitate.
His dark eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”
My eyes widen in horror.
He bends and kisses my sex and I buck off the bed to try and get him off
me.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers. 
“A sweet smelling pussy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t
resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.”  He
lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as
his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing
straight.” He sneers.
I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face
and drags my eyes to meet his.
“I’m the boss here.”
I glare at him.
“You do what I want, when I want.”
“Like fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.
 He smiles an evil smile. “If what
I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not
fucking yours.”
I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.
“Go to Hell,” I whisper.
“I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”

Author Bio
Lover of her
husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not
writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with
friends.
Writing is her
passion.
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Release Blitz for Gangster by Sapphire Knight

Title: Gangster

Author: Sapphire Knight

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: April 10, 2017

Blurb

They call him the Joker, but he doesn’t joke.

He doesn’t even smile- until her.

She’s independent, stubborn, strong and she won’t be one of his toys.

He’s not like other men; he takes what he wants and he wants her.

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Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for thirteen years. When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.

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Cover Reveal for Penalty by Jacob Chance!!!

Title: Penalty
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Sports Romance
Cover Design: Popkitty/Sybil Wilson
Release Date: May 12, 2017

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He’s the bad boy quarterback of Boston University’s
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and praise twenty-four-seven. One flash of his smile and all the girls fall at
his feet – or should I say to their knees?
And then there’s me.

Brady Lincoln is the last person I want attention
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What happens when the cocky quarterback breaks all
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Jacob Chance grew up in New England. He’s a martial artist, a
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An author of erotic thrillers, he plans to write many more sexy,
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Title: Hard Ball
Author: Heather Stone
Genre: Adult Contemporary/Sports Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2017

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Arrogant.
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These are all words that have been used to describe my best friend. They might be true, but to me, he’s just Cole Calloway. The one person who has always been there. Now it’s my turn to reciprocate. Coming off an injury, Cole needs me. I won’t let him down.
It’s easy to fall back into old habits with friends, but with Cole something is different. He’s different with me. The touches are gentler. His eyes linger on me. There’s something there that wasn’t before. My heart flutters just a little too much every time I look at him. What’s the worst that could happen if I stopped overthinking and just let go?
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Midwest born and raised, Heather Stone has lived her life in the clouds. Constantly daydreaming and concocting stories in her head, she finally decided to give writing a shot. Heather is a wife to her price charming and mother of two.

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Title: The Songbird Sisters
Series: The Songbirds of Darling Bay #3
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Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 4, 2017
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Cover Reveal for Bear to Have and Hold by Amy Lamont

Title: Bear to Have and Hold
Series: Kodiak Den Novel #5
(Alaskan Den Men)
Author: Amy Lamont
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Design: Talina Perkins, Bookin’ It Design
Release Date: May 16, 2017

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Wedding planner Kayla Mackenzie specializes in creating spectacular destination weddings in exotic locations. But when her newest clients decide they want to get married in the wilds of Alaska, anxiety rears its ugly head. Sticking to cosmopolitan cities and tropical beaches allows her to avoid the one creature that scares her more than the words “prenuptial agreement.” But heading to the heart of werebear country means she’ll have to face her biggest fear.
Outdoor adventure guide Trent Black gets grouchier each day that goes by without finding his mate. But the last woman he expects to ignite his possessive instincts is a high maintenance human like Kayla. It’s bad enough she hates everything to do with the outdoors, but her obvious fear of bear shifters leaves him questioning his attraction. When fate steps in and strands them in a late winter blizzard, he has one chance to help her to overcome her fear and open her heart.



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Release Blitz! CHASING KADE BY ANNA PAIGE

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Title: Chasing Kade

Series: Thrill of the Chase #1

Author: Anna Paige

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 17, 2017

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There’s no such thing as too much fun…

Wrong.

Incredibly, immeasurably, categorically false.

Try: It’s all fun and games until someone ends up in the tabloids.

Again.

Kade Edenfield was rock royalty. If every rock god in history gathered for dinner, his seat would be at the head of the table. He was that good. His band was elevated to a level few ever reached, and he was having the time of his life.

Until one misstep too many landed him on the front page of every gossip rag around the globe, and the band’s label decided to saddle them with a PR priss whose sole mission in life was to suck the fun right out of his.

He wanted her gone.

Until he realized he just plain wanted her.

Aubrey Taylor didn’t ask to be assigned to babysit a band full of troublemakers, but she wasn’t given a choice. Wanted or not, she intended to fix the mess they’d made. She’d do it quickly, efficiently, and then she’d get the hell out of there. Unfortunately, after meeting their openly hostile singer—the one with the notoriously menacing stare—it was clear she was in over her head. When Kade made a point to challenge her at every turn, unafraid of using intimidation to get her to back down, she found herself in even deeper trouble.

While she ‘officially’ resented and feared him, their power struggle secretly turned her on.

She desperately wanted to win their little standoff, but what was she supposed to do when she realized she wanted him even more? 

 

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EXCERPTS

#1

 

I took her small, soft hand into my much larger one and gave it a firm shake. “Call me Kade,” I told her in an almost friendly tone. Her astronomical hotness level didn’t cancel out my feelings about her being there. “With two Mr. Edenfield’s and twins to boot, it’s hard enough to tell us apart. No need to make it harder.” 

 

She nodded and looked down to where I still held her hand in mine, her eyes skimming the tattoos that snaked up my exposed forearm. I let her look her fill, taking the opportunity to do the same. She was a head shorter than me, though most women were; her eyes were definitely gray but I was willing to bet they would look blue under the right circumstances. Her perfume was subtle, crisp with a hint of musk. I had to fight not to lean in and smell her. 

 

Her eyes suddenly flashed to mine, as if she knew I was close to doing just that, and she tugged her hand away, stepping back. “James says I’ll be sharing a bus with you and your brother, is that all right?”

 

“James?” I chuckled at her formality. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call him that.”

 

“It’s his name, isn’t it?” She frowned, tossing a glance over at Jimmy like she thought maybe she’d been calling him the wrong name. 

 

“Yeah, everyone just calls him Jimmy, that’s all.”

 

Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ and I had the disturbing urge to reach up and sweep my thumb across her lips. 

“Does it bother him to be called James?” She sounded worried. “I just assumed…”

 

I put a hand out and lightly touched her shoulder, trying to calm the panicked look in her eyes. I was only partially motivated by my almost uncontrollable need to have my hands on her. “Relax, polite police. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel. It’s not as serious as all that. We’re just really informal. You’ll get used to it.” I looked her up and down, assessing her outfit. “Trust me, in no time we will have you in ripped jeans and concert tees.” I smiled. 

 

Why was I smiling at her? And why couldn’t I seem to stop?

 

She shook her head, frowning. “I don’t think my boss…”

 

I glanced around the parking lot. “Is your boss here?”

 

“Well, no…” She hedged, looking intrigued. 

 

“Then who cares? Besides, if you’re going to travel with us and be at all of our events, wearing formal looking stuff like that,” I motioned the length of her body, “will make you stick out.”

 

She did that shoulder squaring thing again, trying to slip back into her uptight niche where she felt safe. “I’m not here to party with the band or fall into the groupie crowd, Kade. I’m here to pull your collective asses out of the fire.”

 

The way my name rolled off her lips made my dick spring to life. 

 

Not good. At. All. 

 

And the no-nonsense persona she was working so hard to maintain was making her even hotter than she already was. 

 

“Now, back to the issue of my lodging,” she began, “is it agreeable that I stay on the bus with you and your brother?”

 

I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing, she was hilariously uptight. I’d work on that, though. “Yes, Aubrey, it’s agreeable. Or would you prefer to be called Miss Taylor?”

 

“And why would you assume it’s not Mrs.?” She bit back at my snarky tone. 

 

I glanced at her left hand and shrugged. “No ring, and what husband in his right mind would leave his wife all alone with five bed-hopping, bar-brawling, trouble-making rock stars?”

 

“I’m happy to hear that you’re aware of your shortcomings.”

 

“Nothing about me is short, sweetheart.” I quipped, giving her a slow wink.

 

Shit, I was flirting with her. What was the matter with me?

 

Her eyes flashed and she narrowed them on me as she looked up. “I didn’t work this hard for this long to allow the likes of you to call me sweetheart, Mr. Edenfield. You are to address me only as Aubrey or Ms. Taylor, understand? I am not now, nor will I ever be, your damn sweetheart.”

 

She spun on her heel and stalked off in the other direction, probably to gather her stuff. 

 

She was self-righteous, uptight, judgmental, and too prissy for her own good. 

 

God help me, everything about her turned me on. 

 

#2

 

Kade Edenfield was a violent man. 

 

The whole world knew it, had heard the stories and seen the reports about the assault charge in Missouri last year. 

 

He was huge, and short-tempered, and he didn’t like me one damn bit. 

 

Yeah, I was afraid of Kade Edenfield. 

 

And if that wasn’t problem enough, he also turned me on. 

 

That menacing stare he was so known for? Yep, made my heart gallop like a racehorse.

 

The hard lines of his face, the steely set of his jaw, even the downward turn of his mouth when he argued with me today; it all made me hot. Embarrassingly hot. Unprofessionally hot. Pathetically hot. 

 

He was a far cry from my usual type, my last serious relationship—several years ago—having been with a rather boring accountant with no discernible sense of humor. Now, I was panting after music’s most notorious bad boy. I must have lost my damn mind, and if I wasn’t careful to hide the attraction, I’d lose my job too. Not that I would ever do anything about it, but it was definitely a problem I hadn’t anticipated when I was given the assignment. I assumed I’d dislike him, and maybe I did, to a degree. But not all of me was afraid of him, and that was what worried me most. 

 

#3

 

I turned back to the table, not wanting to look at Kade. “Are you aware of how many groups have formed strictly for the two of you?” I asked Kane, navigating away from the hoo-ha pic as quickly as possible and looking up the largest group I’d found. “This one is dedicated strictly to the pursuit of ‘doubling down’ with the Edenfield twins. It’s scary how many thousands—thousands—of members are in this group. All looking to hook up with the two of you. I only found it because the recent pics of Kade have been photoshopped so many times by this group. They’re using a mirror image of Kade, shifting it until it looks like both of you are there, then adding themselves to the pic so they appear to be sandwiched between the two of you. And some of them look startlingly real. That’s how I discovered the group to begin with, I was half-convinced the pics were genuine when I first saw them.” 

 

My fingers flew over the keys, navigating the discussion boards. “They even have ‘elite’ and ‘platinum’ members who all swear they have hooked up with at least one of you—those are platinum—and sometimes both of you—that would be the highly-coveted elite status.” I rolled my eyes, scrolling the list. It was suspiciously long, which made it even less believable than it already was.

 

Kane leaned over, eyeing the list. “I’d like to think I’d remember all of those.” 

 

“Yeah, but a few might be legit.” This from Kade. 

 

Kane and I both spun to look at him. 

 

“The fuck, dude?” Kane cut his eyes to me. “That’s on the ‘need to know’ list and she didn’t need to know.” 

 

I sat there for a minute trying to school my expression so that they couldn’t see the shock on my face. My mind was trying to formulate a response but I couldn’t conjure a single appropriate reaction. 

 

“Oh, I’m sure she already knows all of our dirty little secrets. How else can she be expected to fix us if she doesn’t know exactly how fucked up we really are?” He glared at me. “Bet that’s why she’s so afraid. She’s seen all the skeletons in the closet.” 

 

“She didn’t know, dumbass. Look at her.” Kane sounded concerned enough that I was momentarily convinced he’d start snapping his fingers in my face to try and check my response.  “She’s… I don’t know what to call it… stunned? Appalled?” 

 

“Intrigued?” Kade hungrily dragged his gaze along my face and neck.  

 

 


AUTHOR BIO

 

Anna Paige is the author of the Broken series; Broken Ground, Flawlessly Broken, and All the Broken Pieces, as well as the Thrill of the Chase series. The first TotC novel–Chasing Kade–is releasing in March.

 

She lives in a rural town in North Carolina where the only activity is the rhythmic color change of the solitary stoplight and a very real threat of being carried away by mosquitoes. The only alternative to terminal boredom is writing, making life interesting if only on the page. 

 

Anna is happily married, with one amazing son and a pair of hilarious pets. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to make a dent in her TBR pile. Given that she’s constantly adding new titles to the list, the chances of her ever finishing are slim. 

 

And she’s completely fine with that.

 

 

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Review: Kiss the Boys by Chris Myers

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult

Pages: 375

Published: November 1st 2016

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Summary: Three estranged brothers.
One runaway girl.

Smy-thoughtsweet and sexy Noah soars as Spartans’ basketball shooting star. Overly protective, bad boy Nathan has beaten the devil and believes he’s invincible. And angry and bitter Jake cannot move past losing his unit in Afghanistan. After suffering personal tragedies, the three brothers barely speak to one another.

Until River.
River is damaged.
River is dark.
River is sensual and sexy.

When she runs away from her abusive foster home and notorious past, she crash-lands into Noah’s arms. She should feel safe with him, but she is attracted to guys more broken than she. And his brooding brothers Nathan and Jake wait patiently to catch her when she falls. Her relationship with each jeopardizes the precarious balance of their troubled family, and she will either mend their wounds or break their hearts.

Kiss the Boys is psychological romantic suspense, containing explicit sex and covering dark subject matter. This is the second book in the Lost Girls Collection. The first book is Blackout (steamy psychological thriller) by Chris Myers. Each of these books is a standalone.

My Rating: 2 NOPE Stars

my-thoughts

I received this ARC for an honest review, and honest is what you get.

I wanted to like this book. The beginning started out well, it really did. I liked the unknown of what was going to happen between River, Nate and Noah. I also very much liked that River was UK Wildcats fan, for obvious reasons.

Nate and River connected instantly because of their backgrounds. Nate was VERY creepy to me. I like big brooding guys, but this was just too much. His art was messed up and much later when you discover the reason he creates what he does, it will leave you scratching your head.

Noah, the normal twin, the basketball star. Well, he was right from the beginning head over heels with River. He was just recently in a relationship and the consistency with that was strange. It was back and forth with him and his ex.

I assumed there would be a huge twin brawl over who gets the girl, but it just continued like both boys were “courting” her.

But then you meet Jake, a third brother, the oldest actually. He was a war hero, recently returning home from battle after he lost a leg or two in war. (There were inconsistencies with the lost of Jake’s limbs, it goes from one to both and then back to one.) He was depressed and had PTSD from war, which was understandable. He locked him self in his room all day and dear River was the only one that would make him listen and come out

The pheromones that River must emit must be like a cat in heat, were every tomcat in the neighbor can smell it and come to the scent for a taste. I rolled my eyes a ridiculous amount of times because really, three guys in love with this one young, eighteen year old girl instantly. I was just waiting for the Dad, Jake SR, to jump on board the River train also. I also expected a ménage à trois or maybe a foursome if that is a thing. Thank God, it didn’t occur.

Another reason as to way this was hard to read/hard to believe was the fact that the mother, Margie, just opened up her house and her life and her sons to River right when she walked through the front door basically. Margie, the mother, just let her come in and take care of her PTSD ridden son even though she was seventeen and had even taken care of anyone like that before. I understand that she probably felt sorry for River and her past but Margie moved the girl into the house on day one and was like “Here, I have three hot sons, take your pick.”

And then when the plot “thickened” so to speak, I was sitting there reading this shit storm as it was occurring and thinking to myself “Really? After a week, Margie loved River THAT much?” It was the same with everyone really. They all loved her so much.

A week and BAM, I love you.

This just wasn’t it for me.

If The Creek Don’t Rise by Leah Weiss

Pages: 320

Genre: Historical Fiction

Published date: August 8th 2017.

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Summary: A strikingly sincere portrait of a town and its buried secrets from an outstanding new voice in southern fiction.

In a North Carolina mountain town filled with moonshine and rotten husbands, Sadie Blue is only the latest girl to face a dead-end future at the mercy of a dangerous drunk. She’s been married to Roy Tupkin for fifteen days, and she knows now that she should have listened to the folks who said he was trouble. But when a stranger sweeps in and knocks the world off-kilter for everyone in town, Sadie begins to think there might be more to life than being Roy’s wife.

As stark and magnificent as Appalachia itself, If the Creek Don’t Rise is a bold and beautifully layered debut about a dusty, desperate town finding the inner strength it needs to outrun its demons. The folks of Baines Creek will take you deep into the mountains with heart, honesty, and homegrown grit.

My Rating: 5 Stars!!

my-thoughts

I am usually a straight and narrow reader. Meaning, I usually stick to romance novels of the contemporary nature. However, this book peeked my interest. You see, I myself,like the characters in this story, live deep in the Appalachian Mountains.

Set in the 1970’s in Baines Creek, North Carolina, the author Leah Weiss, tells the story of a small town, filled with people of different personalities.

First we meet Miss Sadie Blue, actually is most recently Mrs. Sadie Tupkin, as she just wed Roy Tupkin, It didn’t take her long into her marriage that she should have listened to her grandmother and stayed away from that no good Roy.

Once we learn of Sadie’s situation, we move on to the other’s that make up this small, gritty Appalachian town. Gladys Hicks, who is Sadie’s grandmother, knew exactly what Sadie was getting into when she gave herself to Roy. With one good look at the boy, Gladys knew his was of the sorry kind. She knew because she had made the same mistake long ago. But when she had taken all she could take she and Mother Nature, took care of her problem, her husband, Walter.

Within the pages, you will learn about the small town preacher who thinks he may be in love for the first time, his sister who is a spinster and is very mean-spirited. An old medicine woman with the help of her feathered friend, Samuel, who solves the towns lastest crime. You get to see inside the lives of Aunt Marris and the newcomer to the town, the school teacher, Kate and lastly, you will meet Roy himself and his best friend Billy.
This book tells many tales that all lead up to the conclusion, one that I didn’t see coming and actually had to go back and read the last page again to make sure I read it correctly.

Don’t miss this book. Read it.

“If the good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise”.