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Book Blitz. Not his Werewolf. Annie Nicholas. 

Not his Werewolf
Annie Nicholas
(Not This Series, #2)
Publication date: July 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

After being disowned and labelled human because she can’t shift, Betty Newman rescues unwanted dogs to fulfill her need for pack. Being rejected by her birth pack was enough pain for a lifetime and she’ll do anything to avoid subjecting herself to their prejudices.

Things change when Ken Birch wakes in her kennel still in wolf form and declares she’s his soul mate. His presence wakes her feral heart and makes her long for a life she can’t have. Old wounds are opened and she refuses to listen to instinct.

But only a shifter can be a soul mate and now her life is in danger by New Port’s pack. Either Betty learns to shift or she dies. Problem is the only one willing to help is Ken, the last person she wants.

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Annie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.

Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.

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Tell me a little about your writing? 

I am an avid cyclist. I love riding as often as I can, for as long as I can. I also hate cycling.

The problem is, I’m a lousy cyclist. I never plan routes and regularly embark on thirty mile rides with ‘East’ being the extent of my research. This is an ongoing thing with me. I rarely carry enough water or food which leads to an inevitable collapse on the side of some country road, pale and shaky, reeling from severe dehydration and a complete metabolic fallout.

Pushing your limits as a cyclist means getting comfortable with suffocation, shouldering through hours of violent exercise without a single satisfying breath.

For what?

The view is nice, yes. But finishing, especially on the longer rides, is much nicer. Sometimes my favorite part about bicycling is when I get to stop bicycling. The puny sense of accomplishment is immensely rewarding.

I write the same way I ride my bike.

When did you start writing?

I’ve been writing since 1996. I’d brought a notebook with me to Europe. It’s a good thing too because I was just about to blow through almost all the money I’d earned for a year abroad in a little over a week. I quickly found myself trapped in a foreign continent with nothing to do but sit and dumbly write in the notebook I’d brought.

It seemed like a sensible thing to bring for a very long trip. It happened to be a stroke of luck. At first I wrote to pass great swaths of time without looking like a creeper. Like all my worst decisions, this developed into an even worse habit.

At first I wrote because I thought I was important and had incredible things to say. This phase of my writing lasted longer than I care to mention and was thankfully put down when writing got hard and not very fun anymore. Back then, I subscribed to the common (and decidedly caucasian) misconception that life should be fun and easy. If what you’re doing wasn’t easy and super fun, it was perfectly okay to just abandon it for the next shiny object.

Playing music was easier, or at least it was more immediately gratifying so I stopped writing for many years to play music instead. I soon found out being crazy about music isn’t enough to do it well, much less cut a swath in the music industry. I had as much business playing music as I do playing tight-end for the Seattle Seahawks.

Why do you write?

I’m a writer at heart.

I’ve returned to writing with a much more pragmatic approach: even if nothing I have to say is important, even writing is grueling, humiliating work, every now and then my wife laughs at something I’ve written. Better yet, occasionally she thinks something I’ve written is interesting. That is what kept me coming back until, again, this blossomed into a terrible habit.

My writing is influenced by other writing and life. Reading is the formula, so to speak, while life provides the catalyst. This is probably why my primary genre is nonfiction and memoir. That or I just don’t have the imagination for fiction.

What themes are in your writing?

The common themes in my writing mirror those which loom heavily in my own life. The great spectre of a storied family and all its beautiful contradictions certainly is a big one. I am always toying with gigantic personalities: huge people with huge egos. My writing is commonly observant and rarely participatory and has been criticized for having not a lot of ‘me’ in it—a primary disconnect for those who’re expecting a gushy memoir. And that’s fair.

For many years I was molested by a friend of our family. While I’ve never been very interested in writing about the specifics of those years, my perspective is inexorably haunted by the experience. I am fascinated by real life mosters and telling their story until they’re broken down to digestible motives and ultimately stripped to their hilarious and sad place in the Universal Perspective.


Where do you write?

I write at my kitchen table. It is not very comfortable and a little crampy, but it’s always ready to go. I prefer to write early in the morning, before anyone is up. But in a pinch, I’ll write where I need to, long as I can cut out unfamiliar music or nearby conversations.

What is next for your writing?

Luck Favors the Prepared will be followed up by another book of short stories, a mix of more non-fiction with some fiction shorts as well. Also coming soon are two books of poetry: grown-up poems for children and childish poems for adults. There’s a couple novels kicking around in there as well, but I’ll have to tangle with those for a good couple years before we’ve found our stride.

Something about you?

I believe in hard work. There’s a saying: ‘Work smart, not hard.’ And I can get behind that in a major way. The problem is, I’ve never been terribly smart so I’ve always resigned to running myself ragged in order to make ends meet. I also believe in asking permission to do my work. Sending Luck Favors the Prepared out into the world is a lot like asking the world for permission to continue writing. I believe in this little book, but if it gets panned, there’s plenty of chores to be done around the house instead.

At least the results, so far, have been promising. Dishes be damned!

What are some other things about you?

I live in America, in the greatest wedge of America: the Pacific Northwest. I grew up here and while I’m secretly jealous of the rest of my family who has scattered far and wide I am resigned to the likelihood I will never be able to leave this beautiful place. I live here with my wife, Jaclyn (an expert graphic designer who designed LFTP from cover to cover) our daughter, Lillian. We have a cat, a needy siamese/tabby named Portabella.

EXCERPT from The Landlord

If I had to be a landlord, I would be a good landlord. My rental would shine as an example of how an entire market could be run: attentively, with generosity and fairness.

I set the rent low, covering only my own monthly mortgage plus fifty dollars to cover the time I would spend managing the property. I refused to deal with a property management company because they would only charge me a fortune to turn my beautiful tenants into a profit margin, similarly ignoring their pleas for maintenance, repairs and improvements. I, on the other hand, would personally attend to my tenants’ needs, promptly and completely. The people who rented my home would have a happy, affordable home. They would tell all their friends about their wonderful rental. Their friends, in turn, would rise up, demanding similar treatment.

My little rental was the seed that would change the world.

That is how stupid I was.

EXCERPT from Band Geek: Mr. Millson

Mr. Millson was a short, puggish man. He was skinny except for a cantaloupe gut he not only ignored but allowed to lend heft to his wagging swagger. He was short and compensated for this with a simmering, constant temper, always fired up and red-faced. Even when he was just trying to schmooze an extra scoop of Jell-O from the lunch lady. His lips were not lips, but the absence of lips. Sweaty flaps, really. Fleshy bits of face he pursed to a thin, kissy embouchure under a bulbous, alcoholic nose.

He played hot trumpet. As trumpet players go, he was a swingin’ dick. He frequently indulged in unsolicited, lengthy ramblings about the trials and glory of a decades-long career in contemporary jazz, tossing off first-name references like, “When Maynard and I were packing Jazz Alley…” or “That’s an interesting question. You know, Miles once told his drummer…”

But here he was, teaching high school band.

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Book Blitz. Wheeler. Sara Butler Zalesky. 

Sara Butler Zalesky
Publication date: July 4th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense

Fate whispers to the warrior, ‘You cannot withstand the storm.’

The warrior whispers back, ‘I am the storm.’

Loren Mackenzie has spent much of her life honing her body to meet the physical challenges of being a professional cyclist in the women’s European peloton. She has also refined the control of her mind, using the power of her emotions in competition to become one of the elite cyclists in the world. After an accident at the Philadelphia International Cycling Classic, Loren must rise to the challenge of leading her team as the Women’s World Tour races across Europe, culminating with the opportunity to compete at the World Championships in Richmond, Virgina.

When a chance meeting develops into a whirlwind romance, what appears to be the perfect relationship threatens to unravel Loren’s tightly wound life. The microscope of tabloid media attention dredges up fears that her past will be unearthed; tragic secrets she has kept buried, even from those closest to her.

Can Loren face the trauma of her past and vanquish the demons within, or will betrayal and obsession ultimately defeat her?

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Loren rose from her chair and began to gather up the cups and plates they had used as Graham watched her through half-closed eyes. She leaned into the table with a grin.

“Are ya gettin’ sleepy?”

He put his hands on her hips to pull her close. “No, are you?”

She licked her lips. “I have to admit, I was enjoying what we were doing before we were interrupted.” Loren raised a brow at him. Graham’s mouth twitched, and he took out his mobile to shuffle through his music. As the first notes of the song began, he stood and extended his hand to her.

“Dance with me?” He drew Loren to him, his eyes never leaving hers as they moved in rhythm with the music. “Hereafter, in a better world than this,” he murmured, “I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.”

Their breath mixed as his lips hovered over hers. He kissed her gently at first, then with increased fervor as his hands glided over the curves of her body. Her positive response urged him into further exploration. It was several minutes before he realized he had laid her back on the table with one of her legs curled over his hip. Graham reluctantly ended their kiss.

“I’m sorry. I-I got a little carried away there,” he said, his breathing unsteady.

Loren kissed him. “We both got a little carried away.”

He helped her return to her feet but couldn’t bring himself to let go. He brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek and kissed her again. Her touch, her smell, the way she felt in his arms; he’d never been so completely at ease with anyone. He pressed his forehead lightly into hers.

“Who are you?”

She backed out of his embrace and offered him her hand. “Loren Mackenzie, pro cyclist. Nice to meet you.”

Graham laughed and shook her hand. “I am so glad I turned around!”

Her chuckle dissolved as she tucked her lower lip in her teeth. “I’d better get you back to your car before we do something we might regret.”

He took a deep breath and licked his lips. “You’re right.” He squinted at her. “How would you, you said you don’t have a car?”

“I have a motorcycle.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, darling.” He released her from his arms.

“Come on.” Loren motioned for him to follow and headed to a shed hidden behind the willow tree. When she opened the doors, the glossy black BMW F800R sport bike glowed in the overhead florescent light.

He scoffed as he placed his hand on the headlamp. “The two of us won’t fit on that.”

“Not that one. This one.” She took the canvas off the matte black Harley-Davidson Night Rod motorcycle. “Anthony’s Harley is bigger than mine.”

Graham’s mouth dropped open. “Wow. That’s…that’s a Harley?” He frowned. “But still…”

She tossed a helmet at him. “Come on. Help me get it out of the stand.” She grabbed the handlebars, and they both gave the bike a push to roll it out of the shed and Loren set the kickstand. “Anthony keeps it in good shape, but it still needs to be ridden every so often,” she said, putting on her helmet. “He converted his garage into a gym, that’s why it’s here.”

“Ah,” he said, holding open the larger gate next to the shed for her as she pushed the Harley down the gravel path to the street. Graham followed her only to stop short at the sight of her on the machine.

“Come on. I’m a professional,” she chuckled and patted the seat behind her. He was grumbling as he donned the helmet, then mounted the seat behind her. His knees were under her arms with his feet on the pegs, and she giggled as she leaned back against him like an easy chair.

“Yes, yes, it’s hilarious,” he muttered, making her laugh harder.

Loren pushed the ignition and the engine rumbled to life beneath them. After knocking the stand with her heel, she eased out the clutch while rolling the throttle to move off down the street. Graham had been holding her waist loosely at first, but as the Harley took off, the burst of speed had him tighten his arms. He could feel her laughing in his embrace.

Loren came to a brief stop at London Road then took a left turn to rumble down the street. Another left turn and they were soon at the car park where she came to a stop next to his car and set the stand again. She was grinning as she took off her helmet as Graham awkwardly dismounted.

“Fun, huh?”

“I reckon I would have preferred to walk,” he complained as he handed her the helmet where she hooked it to the buckle behind her then swung her leg over the bike. She was smiling as she approached.

“Oh, that’s a pity,” she said, sliding her hands around his waist. “I rather liked having your arms around me.”

“You have but to ask, my Lady.” He gathered her in his arms to nuzzle her neck. “I must admit, I would have been quite put out if I had to wait another week to see you.”

“Me, too.”

“Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night ‘til it be morrow.” His voice was a low rumble as he leaned in to kiss her, but stopped. “Well, not actually tomorrow, as you’ll be off to Colchester.”

“Oh, do shut up and kiss me,” Loren laughed.

“Gladly,” Graham murmured and staked his claim to her lips.

Author Bio:

Sara was born in the wee hours of a November night in New York City. When her family moved to a small borough in northwestern New Jersey, she had little choice but to move as well. Self-sufficiency is a tough thing for a toddler.

The dichotomy of being the middle child of three, but the only girl, was difficult, as typically no one really pays attention to a middle child. Mostly, Sara spent her time creating fanciful stories in her head when she should have been focused on other things, an issue that continues to this day.

Most of these stories have never been shared, let alone completed. This all changed in the spring of 2015, when Sara was encouraged by a friend to expand upon a short story she had accidentally emailed to him. The result is ‘Wheeler’, a romantic, women’s fiction/sport novel, which combines the author’s romantic inclinations and her passion for cycling.

Sara currently resides in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA, with her loving husband and their son. She is a paralegal for a boutique law firm in Chester County, Pa, an avid road cyclist and indoor cycling instructor at a national chain.

Follow the author’s blog at or on Twitter @sarazalesky. She does a little dance every time someone ‘follows’ her on Twitter. Really.

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Just One Chance Oh Tequila Series. C. A. Harms. Excerpt Reveal Tour. 

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000447_00006]JUST ONE CHANCE by CA Harms
Oh Tequila #1, Standalone
Releasing August 15th from Limitless Publishing!

Tequila, you failed me.

You left me in a terrible haze, and I can’t find my god damn wallet.

Or my left shoe.

How the hell does one lose their shoe?

I have no f*cking clue.

All I know is that my night started out with one thing in mind…to have a little fun.

The problem with that? I can’t remember a damn thing, except one.

Morgan’s soft and needy moans. It’s a sound I will never forget, just thinking about it makes my heart race and my pulse quicken. And I want to hear it over and over again…I craved it.

But Morgan’s a mystery. The harder I try the more she resists. There’s one thing she doesn’t know about me though…I’m not one to give up.

I’ll play her game, I’ll let her think she’s won. But in the end, I will have her.

Because all I need is Just One Chance to prove she’s meant for me…





“It’s okay,” I assured him and his features hardened. “I understand.”

“Are you done?” he asked.

“It doesn’t have to be a problem.” I was just glad I figured it out now prior to my heart

getting in the way of things. It was a good thing to know now before things went any further than they already had between us.

“A problem,” he repeated, closing his eyes for a minute. “The only problem we have here is you.” I flinched at his words.

“Me?” I asked feeling slightly irritated.

“Yeah,” he said opening his eyes, looking directly into mine. “You keep looking for a way to prove this thing between us won’t work out. You’re just waiting for the moment you can say ‘I fucking told you so.’ But I got news for you, Morgan.” He lifted his hands and curled his fingers with mine. “That moment isn’t coming.”

He closed the last amount of distance between us, pressing his lips to mine, as he slowly lifted my hands above my head. Pinning me to the door, using his body to press tightly to mine, he conquered my mouth leaving me breathless.

“I’m in this with you because I want to be, not because I feel like I have to be,” he whispered as he kissed along my jaw. “Stop pushing me away, stop fighting it.”

In a slow torturous pace, he kissed along my jaw and down the side of my neck.

There was really no point in fighting for control because at that moment Xavier had it. He knew just how to manipulate my body to react to his touch, to his kiss. Within seconds I was ready to let go of all my reservations and let him do whatever he wanted.

He was right, why fight it? Challenging the connection between us was exhausting.

I bit at his lower lip as he began to pull away, triggering a moan from between his lips.

“I think it’s time you accept it,” he said, skimming the side of my nose with his own. “You

want me, I want you, there’s really nothing more that matters than that.”

He was a cocky asshole who was completely right.

“Show me how much you want me,” I challenged him and I could see his eyes fill with lust.

The way he pushed his hips forward, grinding his erection against me. “No,” I whispered, “show me.”

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C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.






Cover Reveal. Jona’s Redemption. Cynthia P. O’Neill. 


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JONAS’S REDEMPTION by Cynthia P. O’Neill!!

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Photographer: Eric Battershell Photography

Cover Model: BT Urruela



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Titan Security #2
by Cynthia P. O’Neill
Erotic Suspense Romance

Jonas Forgione:

I’d been fighting a battle with PTSD, trying to fit into society and leaving the military behind– needing time to redeem myself – to get out of my head, not being on an isolated island with my co-workers’ daughter, protecting her from the Bratva.

Erica was a plain Jane – too into her studies, not the sinful vixen she’d become. How had I not noticed? How was I supposed to keep my thoughts pure when she provided the spark that had long been dormant inside me? I wanted to tie her up and then tie her to me!

Erica Jamieson:

I’d just graduated with a master’s in psychology, had a job waiting, and was on a final hurrah with my besties. How did it go so wrong? I’d been in hiding before, so I knew the drill. I never expected to do it again with the one man who made want to either kill him or climb him.

Jonas’s broodiness and sinful body played on my mind since the first moment we met. I knew he hated me; the feeling was mutual with his arrogance. But to survive this ordeal, I’d have to surrender in more ways than one, letting go of my fears and discovering the strength inside me.

***NOTE*** This book is intended for mature audiences, age 18+, due to strong language and sexual content. This is a standalone book within a series. You do not have to read anything else to read this book. The book is a HEA, no cliffhangers, dual POV with a strong stubborn alpha dominant male and a feisty strong-willed female who loves to push all his buttons. There is a touch of light BDSM with intense panty melting scenes and edge of your seat, heart-pounding suspense. For those who enjoyed I Need You Here, Need Series #3, you’ll see Dawn’s parents resurface in this book, as well as the two bodyguards, Derrick and Rick, who were present throughout the Need Series and in Derrick’s Choice, Titan Security #1.



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Cynthia P. O’Neill grew up in small town in South Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend college. There, she married her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides with their amazing son, and a feisty, four-legged little boy.

In her books, Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her husband’s engineering knowledge.

She currently writes on all levels of Romance. The Remembrance Series encompasses New Adult with a touch of Paranormal activity and a hint of Historical romance. A Learning Series is for those who like a little more steam with their books, falling into the categories of Contemporary – Erotica, with a hint of suspense.

Her latest series, Need, will have several books, each focusing on one couple per book. The main couple will then become supporting characters, while some of the background characters step forward to find their own happily ever after. It will be will be a Contemporary – Erotic romance with a high level of suspense added.

She tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights, opening up possibilities that would normally not exist.

To learn more about the author, please visit Cynthia’s website at:

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M. Jonathan Lee. Broken Branches Release Day 🎉 

About the Author 

M. Jonathan Lee is an award winning English author. His debut novel, “The Radio” was nationally shortlisted in The Novel Prize 2012. His second novel, “The Page” went on to become the Amazon #5 most downloaded thriller. His third novel, the critically acclaimed “A Tiny Feeling of Fear” was released in September 2015. “Broken Branches”, his fourth novel, will be released by Hideaway Fall in Spring 2017.


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Devon Birchley. His to Have. Blurb Blitz & Giveaway. 


The lobby is stunning, just like the photos, but even more opulent. I swallow down a burst of nerves as the hostess takes my coat and shows me through. I scan the room for him. He’s at the bar in a light-gray suit and white shirt, open at the neck, a drink in his right hand, speaking to the bartender. My heart thuds against my rib cage. I’ve taken five steps when that perfect profile angles toward me, and the world seems to stop turning. There’s so much desire and hunger in his eyes that it makes me dizzy. For the first time in my life, I feel like a princess. He watches me approach, a hint of a smile curving his lips, and I feel self-conscious, like I’m on a catwalk. Don’t trip, Lockhart. 

“You look beautiful, Reagan,” he says, his voice a little husky. He lays his hands on my waist, draws me close, and kisses me on both cheeks. I can practically feel my pupils dilating as I drink him in. His beard is trimmed more neatly tonight, better displaying the smooth planes of his face, and his messy quiff is neatly brushed back. The open neck of his shirt reveals a hint of his pecs and the beginning of his tattoo. I imagine myself unfastening the rest of those buttons. 

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Devon Birchley writes wild romances with a dirty twist. Her stories are full of sexy, dominant men, forbidden adventures, guilty pleasures and spine-tingling happily ever afters!
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