Thursday, April 2, 2015

Always Love You by Shirleen Davies w Giveaway!

Always Love You (MacLarens of Fire Mountain Contemporary series Book 5)

Always Love You (MacLarens of Fire Mountain Contemporary series Book 5)


Book Description:

“Romance,
adventure, motorcycles, cowboys, suspense—everything you want in a contemporary
western romance novel.”
Eric Sinclair loves his bachelor status. His work at
MacLaren Enterprises leaves him with plenty of time to ride his horse as well
as his Harley…and date beautiful women without a thought to commitment.
Amber Anderson is the new person at MacLaren Enterprises.
Her passion for marketing landed her what she believes to be the perfect job—until
she steps into her first meeting to find the man she left, but still loves,
sitting at the management table—his disdain for her clear.
Eric won’t allow the past to taint his professional
behavior, nor will he repeat his mistakes with Amber, even though love for her
pulses through him as strong as ever.
As they strive to mold a working relationship, unexpected
danger confronts those close to them, pitting the MacLarens and Sinclairs
against an evil who stalks one member but threatens them all.
Eric can’t get the memories of their passionate past out of
his mind, while Amber wrestles with feelings she thought long buried. Will they
be able to put the past behind them to reclaim the love lost years before?
Read, Always Love You, book five in the MacLarens of Fire
Mountain Contemporary Romance series.

Excerpt:

The trip to her apartment had been
excruciating. Not so much because of where she sat, within arm’s reach of him.
It had more to do with his acceptance he still loved Amber, wanted her back in
his life and his bed—always. No other woman had been able to find a way into
his heart the way she had, and there’d been many who’d tried.

He’d spent the drive trying to come up with
the right words, something to make her understand he’d never stopped loving
her. The fear she’d turn from him again began to fade as the need to find out
if they could ever have a future took over. He’d seen the way she watched him
when she thought he wasn’t looking. The regret he’d seen almost choked him.

It had taken all his willpower to unlock her
door and step aside instead of taking her in his arms. Now he found his control
falter as she stared up at him.

His chest squeezed as his breath caught. He
reached for her hand, turning it over to press his mouth to her palm, never
taking his gaze from hers. Her lips parted, her breathing quickened. The air
around them pulsed as if they’d been enveloped in a magnetic force neither
could escape.

“Amber…” He whispered her name a moment before
lowering his head until his mouth came down on hers. The first touch seemed
almost tentative before he wrapped his arms around her and tightened his hold.
The kiss deepened, his mouth devouring hers, hot and moist.

He could feel her hands move up his arms to
wrap around his neck, pulling him tight, melding her body to his. He groaned as
her tongue traced his lips, sending a hot ache through him. Gathering her
closer, he explored the recesses of her mouth until he pulled away on a ragged
breath, letting his lips trace a path down her neck to the soft spot at the
base. He sucked lightly before moving back up to reclaim her mouth.

Amber’s caution shattered at the first touch
of his lips to hers. It had been so long and she wanted him so much. The feel
of his mouth devouring hers sent waves of heat pulsing through her. She
remembered how they used to be together and began to feel the same sense of
urgency. Her hands moved under his jacket, splaying across his back.

“Ah, baby,” he groaned as fire roared through
him. “God, I want you.”

Bio: Shirleen Davies writes
romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grew up in
Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees from San
Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day she
provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her real
passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find
redemption through love and acceptance.
She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.

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Happy Book Birthday Desert Blood by Anna Lowe!


Desert Blood (The Wolves of Twin Moon Ranch, #2)
Desert Blood
The Wolves of Twin Moon Ranch
Book 2
Anna Lowe

Genre: PNR

Publisher: Twin Moon Press
Date of Publication: April 2, 2015

ASIN: B00TIUEVL2

Number of pages: 117
Word Count: approx 31,000

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Heather Luth knows nothing about the paranormal world until one awful night changes everything. Now she’s on the run―straight into the arms of forbidden love. Her mind knows better than to fall for Cody Hawthorne’s sunny smile and mesmerizing voice, but her heart―and destiny―have other ideas.

On the surface, Cody is warm, witty, and fun, but beneath his carefree facade, Heather sees a real man struggling to break free. Day by day, Heather and Cody grow closer and closer, unable to resist their simmering passion―while day by day, a serial murderer closes in on his prey. Duty fights desire; fear wrestles trust as the human world clashes with the paranormal in a tale of forbidden love.

There’s more than meets the eye on Twin Moon Ranch, home to a pack of shapeshifting wolves willing to battle for life and love.

Available at Amazon
Excerpt
                A knock on the door on a Sunday night should have set off every alarm in Heather’s body. It should have had her cowering, hoping that whoever it was, they’d please, please give up and go away.
                Part of her did cower. But the other part was drawn forward—bold and unafraid. Reckless, even. As if her dog Buddy were there, one step ahead, tail wagging in eager anticipation of a trusted friend. That’s what the night air was signaling now: friend, not foe.
                Slowly, carefully, she turned the lock and cracked the door open, bracing to bash it closed, just in case.
                It was him. Cody. More than a friend; her heart knew that already. Each time he walked her to her car, another section of her heart caved in. And two nights ago, his kiss had sent the rest crumbling. She could still taste him on her lips, still feel his hand on her hip. She’d been bumping into her own furniture, pouring tea into her cereal, watching the clock for some unknown appointment.
                Now, standing before her, Cody’s eyes sparkled gold behind the brown, like coins in an ancient well. In faded denim and a beige shirt, the man was all dry tones, but his hands cupped something succulent and red. Behind him, the desert was hushed, leaning in to eavesdrop. They stood staring at each other for a minute, or maybe ten, bathed in silence except for the hum. It was very faint, like a power station radiating electricity, but it came from between them, out of thin air. Or maybe it was from the thirsty earth below, thrumming with the beat of a primal drum.
The lazy, lusty heat of it wrapped around Heather’s legs and clambered up her frame. Soon she’d be engulfed with that thumping need. Did he feel it, too? She stood silent, wondering what it was that tore at her gut with a curt, urgent message: Cody! Cody! It might have been the call a hibernating bear gets to wake up or a flower to bloom. Every scrap of her was being pulled in his direction.
            “Hi,” he breathed. His voice, normally so smooth, had a bit of sandpaper in it tonight.
            “Hi,” she said, or at least mouthed it while her pulse hammered in her ears.
                Warning bells sounded in her mind. Don’t trust him! Don’t trust anyone!
                His lips parted as if to speak then closed again. She could taste the kiss forming on them as he took her in. Not the way some men did, appraising and crude. No, his gaze was gentle, sincere. Hopeful, too. But he was holding back, giving her the power to choreograph what happened next.
                Danger! Danger! You don’t know what he will do!
                Heather shoved the spinster aside and swung the door wide. “Would you like to come in?”
                Grinning like a boy offered a cookie jar and trying to remember his manners, Cody stepped over the threshold. “Tina asked me to give you this.” He handed her a limp sheaf of papers. Meanwhile, all his focus—his hopes—were pinned to his other hand. The one that held out strawberries. Juicy. Sweet. Begging to be devoured.
                Temptation, there for her to take or reject.
                She was shaking inside, her mouth dry, her pulse racing. To take meant risk—risking her heart, maybe even her life. To reject meant locking herself away from a life worth living.
                She took, unable to deny herself. It was sheer instinct; the inner voice had no time to intervene. Only to react once it was too late. I hope you know what you’re doing.
                But she had no idea what she was doing, just this crazy instinct to trust him. She rinsed the berries and covertly watched Cody make a loop through her living room. He was taking it all in, from the second-hand couch to the desert scenes she’d cut out of an old wall calendar to decorate the walls. Everything was improvised, like the scrap of cardboard evening out the legs of the rickety table. God, what would he think?
                He leaned over a framed photo. “Nice dog.”
                A trick! A trick! Be careful!
            “Buddy,” she said, smiling automatically.
            “Buddy?” he laughed.
            “Hey, I was nine when I named him!” Her hands went to her hips, prompting Cody to throw his palms up in surrender. “He was the best.”
                He studied the picture more closely then shot her a skeptical look. “Him?”
                That dog had been closer to her than most of her family members. A shoulder for her to cry on through her parents’ divorce and subsequent remarriages to partners who gradually pushed Heather away. From her ninth birthday until that awful day a decade later when Buddy died, he’d always been there for her. “The absolute best.”
                Cody’s eyes danced. “Better than Lassie?”
                She laughed. He’d chosen the right moment to lighten things up. She was much too tense.                “Way better.”
            “Better than Rin-Tin-Tin?”
            “A totally different class.”
                He raised his eyebrows. “What about Benji? Benji could solve crimes, you know.” His eyes sparkled at some inside joke.
                She shook her head, unimpressed. “Buddy didn’t need to solve crimes; he was so good at keeping trouble away.”
            “Big dog.” Cody shook his head skeptically.
            “I like big dogs.”
                His head tilted to one side. “How big?”
            “Big.” What was this, some kind of Freudian analysis? She moved from the kitchenette, holding out the bowl of strawberries, willing her hand not to shake. “Dessert?”
                Cody grinned, and she immediately felt her face heat in a flush.
                Never trust any man! the fearful voice cried. But this time, the voice came from a distance, as if it had been grabbed by the scruff of its neck and was being escorted out the back door, fading away into the night. Don’t trust anyone… 

My Review

I have a new werewolf series to love!! And I haven't read the other books of the series but I'll make sure that changes soon! This was a fun read and it's got hot guys, cute kids, funny moments and bad guy vampires!! Loved it! 

Heather Luther is a school teacher and she's grabbed everything she can after being attacked by something that shouldn't be real. She lost her best friend, her life, and her only love- teaching. She's terrified but when she finally stops in a little ranch town in Arizona, she finds a few reasons she wants to stay. She found a job teaching, some nice town folk, and some HAWT guys- one in particular. I loved that she wanted to over come her fears no matter how hard it was. And the vampire has followed her, while murdering along the way. I loved her especially at the end!! 

Cody has always been the let down. His brother gets all the praise but also all the responsibility. His sister is in the same boat. Cody wants love and to live just a little bit without his father making his life miserable. And then he meets heather. She's off limits- she's a human!! And there's a vampire killing all over near him. It's the storm that won't end for him. He's so sweet but I gotta say, I wanted to kick his shin and tell him to grow a back bone. Yes I know- alphas are always right. Um no! Some things are worth fighting for and because of his stupid alpha father he almost lost heather. I do however love his genuine kindness and his child like mischievousness :) 

I loved the sweet romance and the plot twist with the bad vampers! It's a quick read with great writing and awesome characters! I liked Cody's siblings. Especially Tina :) Ty I think will have to grow on me. I definitely look forward to going back to read the first book and I really look forward to reading book three!! 5 WOLFY PAWS!!! 


About the Author:
 
Anna Lowe loves putting the "hero" back into heroine and letting location ignite a passionate romance. She likes a heroine who is independent, intelligent, and imperfect — a woman who's doing just fine on her own. But give the heroine a good man (not to mention a chance to overcome her own inhibitions) and she'll never turn down the chance for adventure, nor shy away from danger.

Anna is a middle school teacher who divides her time between coastal Maine and a village in view of the Austrian Alps. She loves dogs, sports, and travel — and letting those inspire her fiction.

Once upon a time, she was a long-distance triathlete and soccer player. Nowadays, she finds her balance with yoga, writing, and family time with her husband and young children. On any given weekend, you might find her hiking in the mountains or hunched over her laptop, working on her latest story. Either way, the day will end with a chunk of dark chocolate and a good read.






Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Cover Reveal~ Generation by Heather Hildenbrand!

Generation (The Imitation Series, Book 3)
Releasing October 13, 2015



After months of pretending to be Raven Rogen, Ven feels less like a clone and more like a human than ever. But when Raven’s father, Titus—the same man who engineered Ven—discovers her plan to escape, everything she’s worked so hard for is taken away in one explosive moment.

Now she’s imprisoned in Twig City, the secret warehouse where she grew up. She spends her days plotting ways to get back to the outside world, determined to topple Titus’s empire and free every last Imitation. But Titus’s reach is extensive and his plans are more deadly than she realized.

In the shocking conclusion to the Imitation series, one wrong move could mean the end for Ven and everyone she’s come to love.

AVAILABLE NOW FOR PRE-ORDER ON AMAZON.COM



**SPOILER ALERT – SPOILER ALERT**
If you have not Read Deviation Yet
STOP NOW!

Bonus Scene from Linc
*Two Months After the End of Deviation*

The car is warm despite the chill outside. My window has fogged and I shift trying to get a better view. My legs cramp at being bent so long. I stretch them slowly, first right and then left. My knee pops and I wince. Anna looks over, an apology on the edge of her lips.
“I’m fine,” I say.
She presses her lips together and I know what she’s thinking. We could leave. But neither of us is willing to give up with so little to report back.
The mission is to watch Marla, the woman Titus uses as his gatekeeper out of Twig City. She’s one option among a scant few that we’ve come up with as a way in to look for Ven. Melanie suggested we follow her and try to find a weakness, something we can use against her. But the woman is a robot. She goes to work, she comes home, she watches The Biggest Loser. If we don’t find anything tonight, we’ll move on. I need to watch, to spot something we can exploit. I can’t do that through frosted glass.
Maybe my breaths are too heavy. I will myself to calm down. Anna’s still watching me, her brow furrowed like she’s still trying to come up with a way to fix me. If she only knew.
I pretend not to see her and stare through the window. Outside, the darkness is lit by the soft glow of the street lamps but it’s eerie to me. Shadows encroaching on the light. Monsters plotting. Everything in my life feels like a damn threat these days.
“You could climb in the backseat,” Anna offers finally.
I sigh. Anna’s always trying to please others.
“I’m good,” I repeat, pretending the stiffness doesn’t linger when I reposition my legs and tuck them underneath the dashboard. We’ve been here six hours and counting. Not how I wanted to spend the night—with a girl who isn’t Ven.
As usual when I think of her, I wince at the ache it brings. Anna’s gaze sharpens as she studies me across the shadowed interior of Melanie’s car.
“She’s fine, you know,” Anna says.
I consider pretending not to catch her meaning but it’s no use. I’ve been an open book with a harsh ending for months now. I pretend to stare at Marla’s townhouse at the end of the street but I don’t register a damn thing about it. Inside my head, Ven’s eyes blink back at me, trusting. Her lips pucker affectionately. All of the images are reminders that I failed her.
“How do you know?” I ask and hate the tortured sound of my own words.
“Ven is a fighter. She always has been. She’ll find a way to be okay.”
I ran a hand over my hair, rubbing hard as if that will erase the images that taunt me. “You sound really sure about that. But you can’t know. Not really. She’s in there and we’re out here and no one has even seen her.” Anger, helpless rotten fury, wells in my veins. Without meaning to, my hands ball into fists in my lap.
“He won’t kill her,” Anna says. I don’t know whether to be relieved or dismayed that she sounds so sure. Anna can be hopeful to the point of naïve. But right now, it’s all I’ve got to cling to. “If he was going to do it, he would’ve done it long before that night,” she adds.
I lean my head back on the seat, giving up the pretense of actually performing any recon. “How do you do that?” I ask.
“Do what?”
I look over in time to see her blink at me, so unaware of her own strength. Like Ven. I grimace, shove that aside, and force myself to focus on the present. “Be so optimistic all the time,” I say. “Even when things look completely hopeless you’re upbeat.”
Sh shrugs. “My Authentic was that way. Maybe she influenced me. Maybe it’s partly my personality.” She sounds uncertain and I glance sideways at her.
“And the other part?”
“Families don’t give up on each other,” she says. And it’s a matter-of-fact kind of thing that knocks me for a loop. Guilt gnaws at me. She’s right. And she’s family too. All of them are now and I’ve been so wrapped up in losing Ven and trying to get her back, I’ve forgotten all of them are messed up too.
“You’re right,” I say, forcing myself to sound like I mean it. For Anna’s sake. I twist to face her squarely. “We are family. And families always fight.”
She smiles at me but I look away. I don’t know how to tell her that particular kind of smile, the warm, fuzzy feeling it gives, reminds me of Ven. I don’t deserve a smile like that when I lost her to  a man like Titus Rogen.
I clear my throat and look around for something to say. “How’s your arm?” I ask.
She holds it up and even in the dim lighting I see the scar is already fading. “Much better,” she says.
I grunt, glad to see the infection didn’t cause permanent damage. Cutting out a GPS tracker is risky business. But she’s right, it looks a lot better. Much more healed than my sorry ass broken heart. I look up at Marla’s house one last time and start the engine. There’s nothing for us here. We’re going to have to do this another way.


 Haven’t Started the Series Yet?
Get Imitation for Your Kindle or Pre-Order Your Paperback Coming May 19!
Imitation (Clone Chronicles #1)
Everyone is exactly like me. There is no one like me. 

Ven wrestles with these contradicting truths every day. A clone of wealthy eighteen-year-old Raven Rogen, Ven knows everything about the girl she was created to serve: the clothes she wears, the boys she loves, the friends she loves to hate. Yet she’s never met the Authentic Raven face-to-face. Imitations like Ven only get to leave the lab when they’re needed—to replace a dead Authentic, donate an organ, or complete a specific mission. And Raven has neverneeded Ven . . . until now.

When there is an attack on Raven’s life, Ven is thrust into the real world, posing as Raven to draw out the people who tried to harm her. But as Ven dives deeper into Raven’s world, she begins to question everything she was ever told. She exists for Raven, but is she prepared to sacrifice herself for a girl she’s never met?
Coming Soon!
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Division Zero: Thrall by Matthew Cox!


Division Zero: Thrall (Division Zero #3)
Division Zero 3: Thrall, by Matthew Cox

Genre: Cyberpunk, Mystery & Detective, Paranormal, Science Fiction

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Release­­: March 31, 2015


Find Online: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Goodreads

Description:

Agent Kirsten Wren could not be happier―all she had to do was send a few demons back to the Abyss.

Her life is as calm and normal as it has ever been. Corporate assassins have not tried to kill her for an entire week, her effort to adopt Evan appears to be going well, and a billionaire is smitten with her.

Alas, fitting in with Konstantin’s high-society crowd proves more awkward than she ever imagined and dredges up a memory best left forgotten. Two years spent living on the street have left her with nothing but disdain for the rich; contempt that sickens her with anxiety over a life with her new beau.

Bodies start turning up with strange withered faces and eerie onyx eyes, filling her with worry that a dark spirit slipped through her fingers despite lack of proof. With each powerful person making bizarre decisions that imperil the stability of the entire nation, her suspicion that something is wrong grows. When the government gives her a week to intercede before they assassinate one of their own diplomats, she knows a dark force is behind it.

Who or whatever summoned Charazu is still out there, and seems to know who she is―and who she loves.



About The Author:


Born in a little town known as South Amboy NJ in 1973, Matthew has been creating science fiction and fantasy worlds for most of his reasoning life. Somewhere between fifteen to eighteen of them spent developing the world in which Division Zero, Virtual Immortality, and The Awakened Series take place. He has several other projects in the works as well as a collaborative science fiction endeavor with author Tony Healey.

Hobbies and Interests: Matthew is an avid gamer, a recovered WoW addict, Gamemaster for two custom systems (Chronicles of Eldrinaath [Fantasy] and Divergent Fates [Sci Fi], and a fan of anime, British humour (<- after="" also="" and="" cats.="" deliberate="" fiction="" fond="" happens="" he="" intellectual="" is="" it.="" life="" nature="" o:p="" of="" questions="" reality="" science="" that="" the="" what="">

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Curiosity Quills Press (CQ) is a small hybrid publishing company specializing in genre fiction of the highest quality. With 150+ titles in our catalog already and approximately 6 new books coming out each month, there’s never a dull moment at CQ. We work with major retailers such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Audible to ensure that you, the reader, can find whatever you are looking for at your convenience.
Founded in 2011 by Eugene Teplitsky and Lisa Gus, CQ was initially a resource portal for writing and publishing, created in an effort to help writers, like themselves, survive the publishing industry. After rapid success, CQ morphed into publishing press that over time has solidified its share in the market. Now we spend our days searching for the next great escape!


Such A Secret Place by Cortney Pearson w Giveaway!


Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out the Such A Secret Place by Cortney Pearson book blitz with Xpresso Book Tours. 

Such A Secret Place (Stolen Tears #1)
Book & Author Details:

Such A Secret Place by Cortney Pearson
(Stolen Tears #1)
Publication date: April 1st 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Synopsis:
Raids splatter across the news–Arcaian soldiers are stealing magic left and right, using it against the people they steal it from.
When sixteen-year-old Ambry Csille’s brother gets taken in one of these raids, her utter fear and panic should be enough to invoke tears in any normal world. But for Ambry, tears are a thing of the past.
Because of a spell, people can no longer feel emotion; not enough to cry, and definitely not enough to defend themselves against the tyrannical soldiers stealing her people’s magic. A rare vial of enchanted tears chooses Ambry to reverse the spell, and soon she finds herself the target not only of the Arcaians, but of battle-scarred Talon Haraway, who wants the tears for his own reasons.
All Ambry wants is to rescue her brother, but when her tears get stolen, Ambry determines to work with Talon to get them back. Any day the Arcaians could drink her tears. Any day they’ll succeed at draining her people’s magic completely, and all hope will be gone—not only for her brother, but for her world.


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Author Interview
Tell us a little bit about The Stolen Tears series, and especially Such a Secret Place. Where did you get your idea?
The idea of a world where tears are magical came to me while I was jamming out to a song by Shiny Toy Guns. I don’t remember which song (I wish I did!) but the idea just bulldozed into my brain and wouldn’t let me go!
The series is about a girl who finds a vial of magical tears and has to use them to break a spell. These tears are the most powerful ever shed, and so naturally many others are after them as well and Ambry has to protect them while trying to decipher who to trust.
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
Yes! I remember drawing pictures and scribbling underneath them before I even knew *how* to write, then going around to my family members and telling them my stories.
What inspires you?
Music, definitely. I ALWAYS write with music on, and I usually fit it to the mood of the scene I’m trying to write. Reading stories or watching movies like mine helps too. I was stumped the other day, but while watching Divergent with some friends inspiration struck and I suddenly knew how to fix a spot I’d been struggling to write.
Do you listen to music when you write?
I do! It helps me block everything else out, strangely enough.
On that note, what’s your favorite Pandora station/type of music?
Lately my writing stations are Film Scores radio, Birdy radio (for romantic, swoony scenes), and I’m really liking Ed Sheeran’s stuff and a band called Superhumanoids.
Any other hobbies besides writing?
I read a lot, mostly. Pretty standard, lol. I also love to play the clarinet.
Scenario: It’s the end of the world. Aliens are invading and you have two minutes to hurry and grab your three favorite things before rushing off to safety. What do you grab?
Assuming my family is already coming with me, my top three items would be--
1.      The flash drive with all my writing on it
2.      My clarinet
3.      My copy of Jane Eyre


AUTHOR BIO:

Cortney Pearson is a book nerd who studied literature at BYU-Idaho, a music nerd who plays clarinet in her local community orchestra, and a writing nerd who creates stories for young adults. Cortney lives with her husband and three sons in a small Idaho farm town.

Author links:
http://www.cortneypearson.com/


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