Saturday, February 6, 2016

Marked blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Amy Saunders
(The Birthright, #2)
Publication date: January 31st 2016
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult

Starting over for Rosamund Brandt is more complicated than it sounds. Especially when the past keeps coming back to haunt her. As she and her mom and brother try to pick up the pieces in a new home, the universe seems determined to tear them apart even more as secrets multiply, and distrust grows.

While new threats and unknowns emerge, Rosamund struggles with her own inner battle. Her new powers are growing whether she wants them or not, and their origins and nature are sketchy at best. The more that’s revealed to her, the more uncertain she feels.

Choosing allies and facing new and old enemies alike may not be their biggest problems. Not if Rosamund’s worst fears come true. Could she be the one they should fear the most?

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Xavier turned his back to me, disappearing among the students walking in all directions. I gulped down the lump in my throat, and headed toward my locker on autopilot. I walked straight down the middle of the hallway, students veering around me one way or the other. Each step was like the last, until gravel crunched beneath my boot.
I stopped walking and glanced down. Instead of tile, I saw charred black gravel. When I looked back up, I was standing in a virtual field of the stuff. There was nothing else around me except some hills the same color. The sky was gray and wind blew strands of my hair across my face. When I brushed the hair away, I saw something glint among the rocks near my feet.
I bent down, brushing the blackened dirt away, revealing something silver. I grazed the edge of it with my fingertips, then plunged my fingers into the gravel, pulling out the object. I stood again, my hand wrapped around it. When I glanced up, I was back in the hallway, students parting around me.
Another memory. Each one seemed to get more vivid and real.
But then I felt something cold in my hand.
I slowly unwrapped my fingers, and charcoaled dirt sifted between them onto the floor, leaving behind a 3-D silver serpentine object the size of my palm. My hand shook. That wasn’t just a memory. I’d physically done something. Or, more to the point, I’d gone somewhere. And I was pretty sure it wasn’t on Earth.
I covered the object in my hand again. I took a step forward, totally ready to skip class to go have a meltdown in the bathroom, when someone grabbed my arm, dragging me across the hall into an empty classroom. I wrenched away, facing the guy from detention–who didn’t exist in school records.
“What are you doing?” he hissed. “Didn’t you grow up like this? I thought you’d know better.”

Author Bio: 
Amy is a sci-fi/mystery addict with a soft spot for humor and romance. She lives in Massachusetts, and loves to bake and watch movies. Learn more about Amy and her books at 

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Friday, February 5, 2016

The Dragon Archives Tour, Excerpts & Giveaway!

Bound by a Dragon
The Dragon Archives
Book I
Linda K. Hopkins

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Linda K. Hopkins

Date of Publication: May 18, 2014

Number of pages: 260
Word Count: 73,000

Book Description:

At twenty-two, Keira Carver needs to find a husband, but the prospects in her small medieval village are not pretty slim. So when Aaron Drake, a handsome stranger, takes up residence at Storbrook Castle, set deep in the surrounding mountains, Keira takes notice.

Just as interesting is the fact that a fire-breathing dragon has also moved into the neighborhood, and is rumored to live in caves beneath the mountain fortress.

What exactly is the connection between Aaron Drake and the dragon? And when the dragon rescues her from the unwanted attentions of some village boys, who will set out to rescue her from the huge, scaly, fire-breathing monster?

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Bound by a Dragon:

Keira watched as the great beast circled slowly through the sky, blocking the sunlight for a few seconds on each turn. Fire spewed occasionally from its mouth, dissipating in the cool air before it could set anything alight. All around her people were shouting, grabbing their children and running for their homes, slamming the doors shut behind them before barring them from the inside. Keira shook her head in amusement. A mere door wouldn’t stop a dragon – it could just burn the house down! Anna was tugging on her arm, shouting at her to come, but Keira shrugged her off.
The dragon had taken up residence in the mountains some six months back, and although it was regularly seen soaring above the village, it had yet to kidnap and devour a single innocent maiden. And there were no reports of girls snatched from the other villages, either. Keira knew the stories about the last dragon that had lived in the area. For many years it had peacefully inhabited its mountain lair, until one day it had suddenly turned on the village, burning down half the homes before being killed by some brave soul. But the only questionable thing this dragon had done was to take a few head of cattle and a couple of sheep. And since the dragon always left some form of payment for the animal taken – a small bag of gold, a few precious stones – the villagers didn’t complain too loudly. These payments always far exceeded the worth of the animal. But still, stories about dragons abounded, and the villagers were convinced that it was just a matter of time before the dragon set the village alight and snatched the village girls.
“Come on, Keira.” Anna’s words broke through Keira’s thoughts, reminding her that her parents shared the same fears as the other villagers. “Mother will be furious if we don’t get back to the house now.”
“Stop pulling me. I’m coming!” was Keira’s annoyed response. She glanced back at the sky one more time, admiring the way the scales of the dragon caught the light, throwing back a thousand rainbows against the sky. The dragon was heading away from the village, but before Keira looked away, it turned its head and seemed to look straight at her. Pulling her arm out of Anna’s, she drew herself upright and stared straight back, meeting the golden eye of the dragon before it turned its enormous body in a slow, fluid motion and lazily flew towards the mountains.

Pursued by a Dragon
The Dragon Archives
Book II
Linda K. Hopkins

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Linda K. Hopkins
Date of Publication: Dec 15, 2014


Number of pages: 195
Word Count: 51,700

Book Description:

Cathryn Forrester is a medieval business woman, the daughter of a successful wool merchant. She has been groomed from a young age to take over the family business, and has been quite content to let her personal life be directed by what is best for the business – including whom she will marry. And as a calmly pragmatic, infuriatingly stubborn and altogether practical young woman, this suits her just fine. She does not believe in love, after all.

So when Cathryn meets Favian Drake, a man who knows that love is worth pursuing, her ideas about love and marriage are put to the test. But Cathryn faces her greatest challenge when she discovers that Favian is not exactly who – or what – he appears to be. Can she learn to trust her heart and allow herself to love a dragon?

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Pursued by a Dragon:

“You have to come meet this most interesting man,” Peggy said softly, pulling Cathryn into the circle. “He has just returned from travels abroad, and has been entertaining us with some stories.” The bustle of Cathryn’s arrival in the group attracted the attention of the man seated in the center, and he paused to glance up at the newcomer. As Cathryn turned to look at the stranger, dark blue eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement; she felt her eyes widen in surprise.
“Cathryn, this is Favian Drake,” announced Peggy. “Master Drake,” she said, turning to Favian, “this is Mistress Cathryn Forrester.” Cathryn stared at the man sitting before her, the color rushing to her cheeks as Favian’s mouth stretched into a slow smile. Pushing himself to his feet, he made a small bow in Cathryn’s direction before turning to the people around him.
“Mistress Cathryn and I are already acquainted,” he announced to the circle. “In fact,” he added mischievously, casting a quick glance in Cathryn’s direction, “we became quite well acquainted when I rescued her, uh, derriere, from becoming too familiar with the mud!”
There was a ripple of laughter through the group as Cathryn fought the blush that rose to her cheeks.
“Really?” Peggy said, laughing. “You didn’t tell me, Cathryn!”
“There wasn’t really anything to tell,” Cathryn said with an airy wave of her hand. “The incident was barely worth remembering. My packages were quite ruined, so everything else was forgotten.”
Turning to Favian, she gave him a sly look. “So it was you who was my rescuer, Master, er, Drake? My apologies, I had quite forgotten.” She grinned as Favian gave a mocking salute of defeat. “Now if you will excuse me, I am in desperate need of some libation.” Turning on her heel, Cathryn walked away, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to calm her chaotic thoughts. Behind her she could hear her friends laughing, while someone chaffed Favian at his put-down.
A long passage ran down the length of the hall, leading to the kitchens at the back of the house. There were numerous doorways between the passage and hall, and it was to one of these that Cathryn made her way now, cup of wine in hand, as she sought a moment’s privacy to regain her composure. She had just stepped into the passage when she felt warm fingers curl around her arm. Startled, she glanced around, relaxing only slightly when she saw who it was tugging her towards a small nook in the passage.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said.
“Yes, you do remember me, don’t you?” Favian asked. The passage was dingy, with the light from the hall providing the only illumination, but even so, she could see the flash of his eyes as he spoke. They seemed to be glowing with a faint yellow light, and she stared up at him, fascinated. His hand was still on her arm, and he gently stroked her skin, his warmth spreading through her at his touch. Glancing down, he circled his other hand around her wrist below the bangle, before meeting her gaze once more.
“You were very rude,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said, “I was. I was curious to see whether you would deny knowing me yet again. I was sure you would, and as it turned out, I was correct.” He trailed his finger around her wrist, and she shivered. “I have a theory as to why you keep denying me,” he said. His eyes seemed to glow even more as he leaned closer to her, the heat from his body touching hers. Her back was against the wall, and she pushed herself against the cool surface, trying to create some distance between them, but he followed her, bending his mouth towards her ear.
“I think it is a futile attempt to put me out of your mind,” he said softly. “I think the memory of me pursues you at every turn, just as yours does me. Am I right?”
No, Cathryn wanted to scream, but she could not make the falsehood form on her lips. Instead she stared at him mutely as he watched her.
“I thought so,” he said, with a note of satisfaction. He pulled back to gaze into her eyes for another brief moment before turning away and walking back to the hall. Leaning back against the wall, she closed her eyes, drawing in deep breaths in an effort to still her racing heart. The man is relentless, she thought. If he would just leave her alone, she could push him from her mind and forget about him. She took a deep gulp of wine before turning back towards the room. 

Loved by a Dragon
The Dragon Archives
Book III
Linda K. Hopkins

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Linda K. Hopkins
Date of Publication: April 28, 2015

ASIN:  B00UK96U64

Number of pages: 257
Word Count: 91,600

Book Description:

Love is the only thing Aaron, Dragon Master, truly fears. And when a scaly, fire-breathing monster loves a frail human being, matters become even more complicated. As Aaron faces a rogue dragon who is terrorizing the city, he and Keira must face their deepest fears about each other and themselves.

But danger is always just around the corner, and Anna, Keira’s sister, is not immune. Insecure, immature, and only seventeen, Anna has her own issues to deal with – especially when she meets Max, Aaron’s clansman. Her response to him in immediate, intense and irrational.

Will her insecurities lead her to a life of misery, or can she grow up enough to face what she really feels.

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Loved by a Dragon:

As Anna neared the room, she could hear Aaron and Keira’s voices through the door, but a third voice made her pause. It was a man’s voice, but not Thomas. A visitor, maybe? The door was slightly ajar, and pushing it open with her hand, she entered the room, pausing once more when she saw the stranger sitting in a chair directly across from the doorway. She barely heard Aaron speaking as she stared at the man slowly rising to his feet, his gaze locked on hers. A slight smile played around his mouth, while his eyes held a challenge that Anna could not decipher. Perhaps it was the bold stare, or the challenging smile, or the graceful way he pulled himself up to his full height, but whatever it was, Anna felt a wave of dislike for this stranger sweep over her. She stared back at him, her eyes narrowing as his smile grew wider, taunting her, as though he were fully aware of the immediate, intense and irrational reaction towards him. The smile was meant just for her, she knew that straight away, a silent communication between them, and she disliked him even more for it. And she knew, with unerring instinct, that despite his appearance of youth, this was no inexperienced boy who could easily be dismissed. This person standing before her was the fulfillment of her deepest fears. A man who could easily gain mastery and control over any woman he chose. This knowledge was based on intuition, rather than rational thought – all she knew in that moment was that she hated him.
As though speaking from far away, Aaron’s voice addressed her.
“Anna, this is Max.”
“Max?” With an effort Anna pulled her gaze away from the man standing before her, but not before she saw his lips twist with arrogant humor.
“Yes. Max Brant. He will be staying at Storbrook as our guest.”
“I see.” Anna nodded as she turned back to the guest. “Max.”
“Anna.” He was still staring at her, and she dragged her eyes away, biting her lip. Her name rolled off his tongue with an air of familiarity which she immediately resented, but before she could think of an adequate retort, he was speaking again. “I saw you playing in the snow earlier today,” he said. His words made her glance back at him. Was he laughing at her?
“Yes,” she said. She sat down on one of the chairs near Keira, who was watching their exchange in silence.
“You looked like you were having fun.” This time she met his gaze with narrowed eyes. He was definitely taunting her.
“Tell me,” she said, “how long will you be visiting Storbrook?”
Once again Max grinned at her, but it was Aaron who answered.
“As long as he wishes.”
“I see.” Anna turned to Keira. “When do you wish to start decorating?” she asked. Keira opened her mouth to respond, but before she said anything, Max was speaking again.
“Why do I get the feeling you wish me gone, Anna?” he asked. Out the corner of her eye, Anna could see both Keira and Aaron look at Max in surprise.
“I have no idea,” she said. “Just stay well away from me, and I’m sure we will get along famously!”
Beside her Keira gasped softly.
Max’s smile widened as he considered Anna. “Well, that shouldn’t be a problem. I have no desire to keep company with a shrew!”
Anna’s eyes narrowed again as she rose to her feet. “And I don’t fancy being burned by a dragon!”
Max took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them until he stood right before her. “Perhaps, darling, a little burning is exactly what you need! You might even enjoy it!”
Anna’s pulled her hand back, and it flew through the air to land on Max’s cheek with a resounding slap. He didn’t move, but his expression turned mocking.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Anna gasped, and spinning on her heel, walked away from him and towards the doorway. She had only gone a few steps when she paused, then turning, stalked back to Max, stopping a few inches away as she poked her finger into his chest.
“Don’t ever calling me ‘darling’ again,” she ground out, then turning once more, marched out of the room. Her legs were trembling as she walked, while her hands shook with rage. The arrogance! The insolence!

Dance with a Dragon
The Dragon Archives
Book IV
Linda K. Hopkins

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Linda K. Hopkins
Date of Publication: October 29, 2015


Number of pages: 343
Word Count: 110,000

Book Description:

When Max flew away from Anna in a blazing stream of flame, she was determined to forget the shape-shifting, fire-breathing dragon. But five years have passed, and still his memory leaves an ache in her heart. A memory that Garrick Flynn, her childhood friend, would love to erase. When given the chance to travel to the city, the center of medieval life, Anna jumps at the opportunity. But danger and intrigue are never far away as she joins the royal court and serves as companion to the queen.

Is it possible to have a second chance at the deep and passionate love she once scorned?

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Dance with a Dragon:

 Anna was nearing the stairs when a voice made her glance around. Max was in the midst of a small group of women, Jane among them, laughing at some joke. Changing direction, she headed his way.
“Master Brant, I would have a word with you,” she said, stopping behind Max’s back. She saw one of the women raise her eyebrows, while another whispered something to Jane. Max stared at Jane for a long moment, before turning slowly from the group and looking Anna up and down. He turned back to the women.
“Ladies,” he said, “will you please excuse me. It would appear that I am wanted.” He grinned at Anna, who scowled back. He followed her as she walked away from the group, stopping when she turned to face him.
“Did you speak to the king?” she demanded.
Max’s smile vanished as he glanced at the group of women watching them curiously, then taking her by the arm, led her to the far wall.
“I did,” he said.
“Why? Because the prince wants you in his bed, and will coerce you into accepting. How did you think he would react when you didn’t show up in his apartments this evening? Do you really think Rupert is the kind of man to take ‘no’ for an answer? He would have forced you to do his will one way or another.”
“I would not have allowed him to! I would have made sure I was never alone with him.”
“Anna,” Max said, a note of impatience creeping into his voice, “You live under the same roof as him. Would you have avoided the hall? And the passages? You enjoy roaming the gardens and the wilderness. Would you have been content to remain indoors? And even if you did manage to avoid seeing him, there are plenty of people at the palace prepared to do his bidding. Your lack of willingness to do as he wished would only have added to the thrill of the chase.”
“Well, now he intends to make me pay. The king threatened him with exile, and he is not happy.”
“Exile, hmm? The king must have a lot of respect – or fear – for Aaron if he is willing to go that far.” Anna lifted her eyebrows in unspoken question. “I reminded him that you are under Aaron’s protection, and it might be in his best interests to keep his brother’s behavior in check.”
“You should have left it alone,” she said. “Your interference has made things worse.” Max leaned closer, and she could smell the fire emanating from him.
“My interference,” he said through clenched teeth, “has saved you the anguish of being forced against your will.”
“You are so arrogant,” she hissed. “I never asked for your protection. You should have left well alone.” 
“I’m being arrogant? You haven’t changed at all, Anna! Still the same foolish little girl you always were. I have saved you more times than I can remember, and you continue to look at me with disdain.” He glared down at her, and she could see the flames growing at the back of his eyes. With a low growl, he pushed himself away from the wall, and turning his back to her, strode away, flinging the door that led to the courtyard open with a hand clenched into a fist.

About the Author:

Linda K. Hopkins lives in Calgary, Canada, in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains, with her husband and two daughters, but originally hails from South Africa, and also spent a few years living in England. Linda loves reading, dark chocolate, coffee and travel. Sometimes she even tinkers on the piano, but sadly, her teenage daughter is the better musician!

Descended blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Rose Devereux
(The Red Blindfold Series, #1)
Publication date: February 1st 2016
Genres: Erotica, Romance

“When he said he wasn’t like other men, I should have believed him…”

It’s Sophie Quinn’s chance to make a name for herself. Her assignment: interview investor Marc Brayden, descendant of the most notorious sadist in history, the Marquis de Sade. Her mistake: falling hopelessly, obsessively in love.

Marc is mind-blowingly sexy, but determined to stay away from Sophie. She brings out powerful dominant urges that are dangerous to them both. But when he loses control, the pleasure is more than either of them can resist.

Sophie shut down her heart after too much betrayal and loss. Now she’s thousands of miles from home and under Marc’s spell. What is he hiding? Why do his desires torment him? Torn between love and the truth, she resolves to learn everything she can about Marc’s cryptic past, even if she risks losing him forever.


He won’t tell me where we’re going.
He sits across the backseat wearing a slim-cut black suit and a white shirt open at the throat. His profile is sharp, his eyes the color of sterling. Lips curving into a smile, he crosses his muscular arms and repeats what he’s said three times.
“Be patient.”
“I am,” I say.
“You’re not. Not even close.”
Through the car’s tinted windows I see fragments of the city – a river winding under gas-lit bridges, avenues that stretch for miles, gilded statues of goddesses and winged horses. Crouched gargoyles stare down from the side of a Gothic cathedral, their curved stone feet white with frost. I turn to look back at them but they’re lost in the February darkness.
“Give me your hands,” he says.
Dutifully, I hold them out. He kisses each one – first the back, then the palm. I’m surprised when he leaves them untied and places each one back in my lap.
“Lift your skirt.”
I raise the front but he shakes his head curtly. I should know by now. “I want your skin against the seat.”
As soon as he sees my naked flesh, his breath catches but he doesn’t touch me. Except for the occasional kiss, he has not touched me in days. Tonight, I understand how someone could die from desperate, unfulfilled desire. I slide closer to him, the black leather cold and smooth against the backs of my thighs.
He holds me away with a wave of his hand. “Not yet,” he says.
He doesn’t answer. He just caresses my cheek so lightly it feels almost like my imagination.
We drive into a dim, maze-like part of the city where the streets are twisted and narrow. Just outside my window is a cemetery enclosed by a speared iron fence, its rails rusted and broken. Looking over the crumbling headstones, I think of the long-dead madman whose wicked legacy brought Marc and me together. While the madman’s tools were poison and torture, Marc uses his hand, scraps of leather, the withholding of his touch. It’s always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure, he says. Until he met me, he wasn’t able to admit that to himself. Now, at last, he can.
“Look at me,” he says, and I turn to face him. The light from a streetlamp illuminates his dilated pupils and the hard angle of his jaw, then his face goes dark again. He reaches out and lets his fingers rest on the slope between my neck and shoulder. He loves my hair cropped short so that my neck is exposed and unencumbered, always available to him.
“You’ve never been more beautiful,” he says in a husky voice.
I’m so starved for him that his words make me breathless. Under my panties I’m shaved to the skin, and every vibration of the car reminds me of my hidden nakedness. I spent all afternoon preparing for this night, shadowing my eyes with dark purple powder and coloring my lips with a stain that won’t rub off no matter how many times I kneel between his powerful legs or bite the red silk scarf.
He strokes his thumb over my throat, pressing just hard enough that I can appreciate the strength in his hands.
“Marc, I –” I start to say, but force myself to stop.
“What?” His sculpted lips are parted, his eyebrows slightly raised. His teeth gleam though there is almost no light.
“Nothing,” I say.
“No secrets, Sophie. That’s what we promised each other.”
“Yes,” I say. “No secrets.”
He smiles because he knows what I was going to say. I love you. I can’t live without you. I’ve never spoken the words but I’ve never had to. I’ve come almost four thousand miles for him, left behind everything safe and familiar without a second thought.

Author Bio:
Rose Devereux writes shamelessly erotic romance, some of it light, some of it dark, all of it sexy. In her other life, she is a traditionally published author whose books have been translated into five languages. Reviews of her novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan, The Boston Globe, New York Magazine, and the Associated Press.
She loves animals, sleeping late, champagne, and alpha males.
She lives in sin with her boyfriend and two cats in Boston and New Hampshire.

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

The Burning Offer blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

The Burning Offer
Aubrey Parker
(Trevor’s Harem, #1)
Publication date: February 2nd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

The anonymous invitation that someone slipped under my door promises $1,000. Just for meeting a man downtown, in a public place, no questions asked.

I can make more than I ever imagined if I agree to take part in a competition.

Just get into the limousine. Just get on the private plane. Just fly to an airstrip at the foot of the largest, most luxurious estate I’ve ever seen. Just stay the first night, then another. Tell no one where I’ve gone, or why.

Everything in me screams to run away.

The rules say I can leave whenever I want.

So why am I still here?


“As I’m sure you’ve figured out,” Daniel says, “you’re here for a competition. You’ve probably also predicted some of the nature of this contest, though I assure you, you could not have predicted it all. Some of you have, quite separately, decided to mingle with these three fine young men here and with each other. That is, of course, your business. Not something we’ve asked or requested in any way.”
Some of the girls look at each other, and even though I don’t want to, I find my eyes turning toward Erin’s. She still won’t look at me. It’s the oddest thing. She and Jessica don’t strike me like the others do, though it’s possible that’s only because the three of us are the newest. But I’d swear, we seem like three peas in a pod. Girls who aren’t right for this scene, even if Erin proved me wrong. Maybe that’s why she’s looking away — because she thinks I’m judging her. It’s also possible, given what happened and the way she looked at me back in my room, that she’s interested in me the way she was in Tony.
Still, something is wrong here. Something I’m missing.
Daniel has paused for a few meaningful seconds. I know what he’s doing —reminding them all that just because some billionaire invited them over and they decided to start screwing around with each other, there was and won’t be any coercion. I’d guess it’s also drawing the first of many lines between the contestants: those who were proactive enough to act early, those who abstained, and those who got their rocks off because they were horny — all contest considerations aside.
My mind flashes back to the mind games Daniel played with me when we met. Games at the website on the card included with my invitation. The survey. The interview. Little things, like Daniel tricking me into admissions I didn’t want to make.
“If your guesses about this competition in any way make you uncomfortable,” Daniel continues, “I’ll ask you to let us know now. I’ll have one of our pilots fly you back the second you’re ready to go, and we will pay you five thousand dollars for leaving.”
He looks around the room. His eyes stop on me for a fraction of a second too long, and a few more heads turn before he moves on.
Five thousand isn’t enough.
Come hell or high water, I’ll stay until morning.
“By staying past the end of this sentence,” Daniel says, “you are waiving your right to any action against anyone here barring overt criminal behavior, as stipulated in the contract you signed earlier.”
My brow furrows. Contract? I didn’t sign any contract.
He pauses again.
“Perfect,” Daniel says when no one objects.
He turns to Trevor, who again stands. The two men nod mutual thanks, and Daniel sits in his chair beside the throne.
“I guess I’ll take it from here,” Trevor says, smiling down at Daniel, “since I’m the one looking for a bride.”

Author Bio:
I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there.

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Troublemaker blitz & Giveaway!

Melissa Pearl
(A Songbird Novel)
Publication date: February 1st 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Kelly DeMarco is out of Marcus Chapman’s league. When they met in high school he was besotted with the blue-eyed goddess, but she never gave him the time of day.

High school is now over and the tide is turning.

Five years later, Kelly is job-hunting and the best she can find happens to be Marcus Chapman’s personal assistant. He is thrilled by this second chance and determined to win the beauty’s affections, but Kelly has no intention of falling for the “class clown.”

What you’re looking for can be hiding right in front of you. 
In spite of her resolve, Marcus’s playful charm begins to chip away at Kelly’s protective veneer and she starts to realize that tall, dark and mysterious isn’t a requirement, and sometimes Mr. I Don’t Think So can actually be Mr. Perfect. 
Will Kelly’s obsession with keeping up appearances push Marcus away or will he have enough drawing power to convince his favorite girl that honest love can outclass anything?

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"I am passionate about writing. It stirs a fire in my soul that I never knew I had. I want to be the best writer I can possibly be and transport my readers into another world where they can laugh, cry and fall in love."

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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Chemistry Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Sam Crescent 

Genre: Contemporary, BBW, Erotic Romance

Date of Publication: February 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-58-6

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron­Hill

Book Description:

Will their romance survive when the cameras stop rolling?

Action film star Adam Feltworth’s last movie flopped big time, yet he’s offered one last chance to star in a romantic drama alongside the up-and-coming actress, Sara Leigh. Adam has never filmed sexy scenes with a full-figured woman, but he’s been warned—it’s this or retirement.

Throughout her career, Sarah has portrayed the fat, supportive best friend. With her breakout movie, Chemistry, she hopes to finally bring the pleasingly plump heroine into the mainstream spotlight. Knowing Adam’s history of preferring svelte beauties, she doesn’t want him for the part.

When Adam first holds Sarah during the screen test, a spark ignites that neither one expects. Now Adam’s problem is bigger than simply filming a hit movie to save his floundering career. He needs to prove to Sarah that she’s the only woman he desires…both on and off the screen.


Sarah’s lips were tingling, and the back of her head was hurting from several of the men grabbing her. The kiss was supposed to start out slow and build until it was like watching fire on the screen. Biting her lip, she stared down at the script that she knew word-for-word. Every job she went into, she always made sure that she knew what was expected of her, and this was no different.
            Tucking some hair behind her ear, she stood up from her chair and started to pace.
            Dean, her agent and the closest thing she had to a father, came up to her. “Hey, princess, how are you doing?”
            “I’m doing good. What’s next? Or are we done for today?” She kind of hoped they were done for the day. Her lips were hurting, and she didn’t know how many more guys she could handle sucking face with.
            This was her first ever breakout romance movie, and the studio was determined to pair her up with someone who she shared chemistry with. They believed in the script and that, with the right casting, the movie could be a success. At size sixteen, Sarah had been prepared to slim down, but Dean told her not to. The studio wanted to do something radical, and that meant casting a larger woman in the main role as the love interest.
            Sarah was used to having a lot of scathing reports about her weight. She’d struggled with it all of her life, but it didn’t stop her from being hired.
            “You’ve got one more guy this afternoon. He’ll be arriving in ten minutes, knowing the actor, make it half an hour.”
            “Who’s the guy?”
            “Adam Feltworth.”
            “The action guy?” Great, her day was getting worse with him being next in line to do a make out scene.
            “Rumor has it that he’s hoping to change his image, and he wants this role.”
            “I doubt that.” She heard he was difficult to work with, and now no one wanted anything to do with him. Sarah had watched many of his movies, and after the third one she’d grown bored. The same movie, the same storyline, and the same actions. Sarah grew bored, and she hadn’t watched an Adam Feltworth movie in over five years.
            “Look, they want you, Sarah. It doesn’t matter what Adam wants. He either abides by their rules, or he’s out.”
            Dean’s pep talk didn’t make her feel any better.
            Taking her seat once again, she glanced at her watch to see that Adam was in fact late. Ten minutes went by, and as she looked at the director, producer, writer, and several members from the studio paying for the movie to be made, she saw they were all angry.
            Half an hour later Adam walked into the room as if he owned the place. Sarah averted her gaze, not liking his attitude as he walked up to the director and producer. Flicking through the script, she listened to their conversation.
            “You’re late. We will not deal with tardiness. We’re on a deadline, you miss that deadline twice in a row, you’re out,” the director said.
            That surprised her, and when she looked up, she saw the surprise on Adam’s face. Niles, his agent, started making excuses.
            “I don’t care for excuses. The rules are the rules, and if you have a problem, take it up with the boss,” the director said, speaking up. Mitch wasn’t in a good mood.
            “I’ve never been forced to have time constraints,” Adam said.
            “You want in on my movie, you will.” Mitch moved toward her. “Now, this is Sarah Leigh, she’ll be playing the main love interest, Piper Salt. The scene we will be testing today is the first kiss. Take a seat, Adam.”
            Sarah forced herself to watch as Adam approached. He took a seat, and she was shocked by how childish he was being. At thirty-five years old, shouldn’t he be able to handle himself a lot better?
            “Your character is David, and you’ve just realized that you’ve fallen in love with the girl everyone overlooks. Now, are you familiar with the scene?” Mitch asked.
            “I’ve read over it, yes.”
            “Good. Let’s go in three, two, one.”
            Sarah had already placed her script down on the table, and she didn’t need to look at it. Smiling at Adam, who was in fact David, she chuckled. “What is your problem? It was one date, and it wasn’t exactly a good date.” She reached out to take her imaginary coffee cup and took a sip.
            Adam sighed, rubbing at his temple, and turning toward her. He leaned his elbows on the table, and lifted his gaze to hers. For once, she actually believed that Adam was staring at her. “You shouldn’t go out with guys that are coded or designed to be compatible. It’s a computer system. It’s not real.”
            “This is how we modern women do it, David. I can’t just go wandering into some bar and wait for it to happen. I’m not like you. How many women have you screwed in the last month? Twenty? Thirty? Did you do more than one a night?” She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side. Her cheeks started to flush like they always did when she spoke of screwing, and sex, and everything she didn’t have a clue about it. Twenty-five-years old, and still a virgin, it was pitiful.
            “You can’t find what you’re looking for online.”
            “And I can’t find it in a bar. I mean, look at me. I’m not the kind of girl that men look at.”
            She went to grab her cup, and Adam stopped her, placing his hand on top of hers. “I’m looking, Piper.”
            Giving a nervous chuckle, she shook her head. “You’re my best friend.”
            “I’m not looking at you like you’re my best friend. When I look at you, I see a woman I want, Piper, a woman I need.”
            He leaned in close, and Sarah couldn’t stop herself, she glanced down at his lips. “What are you doing?”
            “I’m going to do what I’ve been dreaming about for fucking years.” His lips pressed against hers, hesitant at first, and slowly, he deepened the kiss.
            Everything fell away, and Sarah completely forgot that she was supposed to be acting. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and instead of yanking on her hair, he cupped her cheek.

About the Author:

Sam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011.

She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.

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