Scarred Beauty. Jennifer Silverwood @JennSilverwood

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Day 10: Scarred Beauty by Jennifer Silverwood

Scarred Beauty Extended Edition

(Wylder Tales #2)
by Jennifer Silverwood

  • GenreNew Adult Gothic Fantasy
  • Format: Paperback & ebook, 238 pages
  • Release Date: December 1st 2016 by SilverWoodSketches

What happens when Beauty becomes the Beast?

Vynasha has become prisoner with the other wyld beasts of the castle, but she is not alone. In the howling darkness her majikal bond with the Dungeon Master, Grendall, grows, awakening the dormant power in her blood.

Yet as she discovers the true nature of the other beasts, she learns she must embrace madness in order to free them all. Vynasha is willing to do anything to end the curse, even if that means transforming into a monster.

Buried secrets come to light in this seductive sequel to Craving Beauty, the Gothic retelling of the classic fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast, where nothing is exactly as it seems and the heroine must be her own hero.

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The beast’s life had been forfeit the hour the Prince locked her in the dungeon.

She often dreamed of glittering gems beneath a canopy of starlight and soft silks against satin skin. A perfect wolf moon gleamed in the glass skylight above so silvery beams blended together with the hazy glow of a dozen candelabrum. Joy filled her every step as they danced together, her hand in his, smile lines about his perfect silver eyes. He was like the moonlight and she filled with all the warmth of the sun. His words blurred together in her memory, full of promise and hope until her light died. It was the last moment of her life she could remember and though she could not explain how she knew this, the moment her dreams died.

All dreams die in the damp dim of the dungeon of Castle Bitterhelm.

The beast woke to the echoing roars of her brothers and sisters, kin who were trapped half an age and more, then snarled at the lingering memories. Dreams and memories, like jagged pieces of broken glass stabbed at her mind now and then at the worst opportunity. Just as she was enjoying the feeling of air moving through her fur, as she sat back to release her own cry to the moon.

In the endless black of their prison, she had forgotten much more than the name of the castle. Now it came to her as her last moments as a woman came to her mind, stalling her lumbering movements. She froze, the cry escaping as a bitter whine and she twisted her great head to the courtyard behind her. Bushes covered in blood-red blossoms surrounded her and inside the castle, her brothers and sisters waged war against the master.

And our minds, the thought came softly.

Darkness and pain had been her sole companions for so long, alongside the occasional cries of the others, until she came.

Curse Breaker, she tried to speak her name. The One had come to them at last.

Too late!

They were too far-gone, she wanted to tell the girl. A deeper part of her, the beast who had slumbered half an age, wanted to rip into their long-awaited savior. She wasn’t sure why she both loathed and longed to touch the curse breaker. Twin glowing eyes, like a wyldcat’s, blazed through the bars of her cell, piercing through the dark and stirring something long forgotten. Immediately, she rose and stumbled as her chains were broken. The girl smiled at her with sharp teeth and then left the door open behind her.

Come and be free, the Curse Breaker said to their minds as she opened their cell doors, breaking both their physical chains and the majik blocking their free will. The curse tied them together in malice yet, however. The eldest among them had one conscious thought that quickly spread through to the others.

Kill the masters!

Too long they had waited to be freed and now they wanted vengeance. Too late for the curse breaker to call them back. Now they would seek and find their pound of flesh.

She thought of her dream again as she leaped and clawed over the hedge, wondered at her reason for coming to the garden while her brethren haunted the rest of the ruin. Another unattainable memory, not to be grasped by beasts after all. This much she knew. None had come as close as she did, to what or who, she was uncertain.

The Curse Breaker will know.

To her surprise, no majik, wyne or beast barred her from slipping past the gates of the Lost City, once known as Bitterhelm. The stars glowed brighter on her fur as she crossed the open downslope between the two mountains. The fog that kept her thoughts hazy seemed to dissipate the further she pushed into the forest below. A lingering ache made her turn one last time towards Bitterhelm’s crumbling towers. A bitter human feeling, that she was forgetting the most important thing of all by leaving, almost made her return to the garden with its sweet roses. But the wyne was right. Too many of her brothers and sisters were filled with violence alone, now. They needed the Curse Breaker to help them remember.

With this final thought, she turned to the forest, trusting an otherworldly sense tying them to the One who came to save and then abandoned them to madness.

About the Author

Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time, she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it’s the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador, or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of two series—Heaven’s Edge and Wylder Tales—and the stand-alone titles Stay and Silver Hollow. She released her first Adult Contemporary Romance, She Walks in Moonlight on Oct 28th.

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Tour Schedule

November 30th: Launch
December 1st: Sarra Cannon
December 2nd: W.R. Gingell
December 3rd: Nikki Jefford
December 4th: K. D. Jones
December 5th: M. L. LeGette
December 6th: Belle Malory
December 7th: Melissa McShane
December 8th: Sara C. Roethle
December 9th: R.K. Ryals
December 10th: Jennifer Silverwood
December 11th: Melissa Wright
December 12th: Morgan Wylie
December 13th: Grand Finale

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– MASQUE by W.R. Gingell
– AURORA SKY: VAMPIRE HUNTER by Nikki Jefford
– A WHITE SO RED by K.D. Jones
– THE TALE OF MALLY BIDDLE by M.L. LeGette
– THE TWELFTH KEEPER by Belle Malory
– SERVANT OF THE CROWN by Melissa McShane
– THE XOE MEYERS TRILOGY by Sara C. Roethle
– CRAVING BEAUTY be Jennifer Silverwood
– THE DESCENDANTS SERIES by Melissa Wright
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Infinite Night. Belle Malory @bellemalory

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Day 6: Infinite Night by Belle Malory

Infinite Night (The Twelfth Keeper #4) by Belle Malory 

  • Genre: YA Sci-Fi, Fantasy 
  • Format: ebook, 221 pages 
  • Release Date: August 5th 2017

Join Kennedy Mitchell in Book 4 of THE TWELFTH KEEPER series.

Kennedy is taken on a journey outside of Olympus and Earth to a place she never knew existed, where things she never knew were possible happen…

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Maybe their souls really were here together. Somehow, some way—but that couldn’t be possible. She shook herself, trying to shake away the feeling. Believing this was all real would only drive her further down the road to insanity. She was already having trouble getting a grip on reality as it was. She needed to stay grounded. Rational. Outside of here, she had a life to live. Believing in the reality of this Phoenix would make her want to give all that up. “What are you thinking about?” Phoenix joined her by the edge of the pool and looked up at the skylights. Telling him the truth would only ruin the moment. “I’m thinking about how we should spend our time here.” Whatever time they had, she didn’t want to waste it. Without hesitation, she dived into the water. She preferred swimming in the ocean. Water without limits. This water was cool, clear, tasted like chlorine, but everything about it still held a sense of magic. Kennedy floated at the deep end for a while before coming up. When she did, Phoenix knelt by the edge, minus his shirt. She smiled playfully. “Are you getting in?” There was no point in being shy. In this place, could openly show her affection. In this place…she was free. 

“I was considering it.” He grinned. The water slowly rose toward him, Kennedy pushing it with her mind. Phoenix saw it coming, and shook his head. “No way. You’re not playing fair.” 

“Then jump in already. Don’t make me drown you, Jorgensen.” His skin brightened, little flickering flames bursting from his palms and the soles of his feet. “It’s okay if you do,” he said, standing up. “I’d rather drown inside this infinite night than to ever see the light of day again.” With that said, he dived into the water. She felt him pull her under by her feet. Air bubbles escaped when she tried to laugh. But down here, she didn’t need air. The water protected her completely. She reached for Phoenix, found his lips, and gave him her oxygen. She thought about what he said, about drowning inside this dream, and wondered if it were even possible. If she could find a way to sleep forever, would it really be the worst way to go? He said it was his perfect moment. She supposed it was hers, too. To freeze it for all eternity…well…that would be okay with her. 


About the Author

I don’t consider myself a writer. I’m a storyteller. My two great loves are books and coffee. If it weren’t for books, my heart wouldn’t feel as full. And if it weren’t for coffee, I wouldn’t know what mornings are. That being said, the guy at Starbucks knows me well. He sings to me sometimes. I live in Orlando, Florida with my family and two rescue mutts. Their personalities are like night and day. One is gold. The other is black. The gold one doesn’t like to sleep in. Before I’ve had my coffee, we are enemies. You can visit me at http://www.bellemalory.blogspot.com. I love hearing from readers!

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November 30th: Launch 

December 1st: Sarra Cannon 

December 2nd: W.R. Gingell 

December 3rd: Nikki Jefford 

December 4th: K. D. Jones 

December 5th: M. L. LeGette 

December 6th: Belle Malory 

December 7th: Melissa McShane 

December 8th: Sara C. Roethle 

December 9th: R.K. Ryals 

December 10th: Jennifer Silverwood 

December 11th: Melissa Wright 

December 12th: Morgan Wylie 

December 13th: Grand Finale 

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1 winner will win a FIRE HD 8 TABLET from Amazon along with the following ebooks: 

– TRITON’S CURSE by Sarra Cannon 

– MASQUE by W.R. Gingell 

– AURORA SKY: VAMPIRE HUNTER by Nikki Jefford 

– A WHITE SO RED by K.D. Jones 

– THE TALE OF MALLY BIDDLE by M.L. LeGette 

– THE TWELFTH KEEPER by Belle Malory 

– SERVANT OF THE CROWN by Melissa McShane 

– THE XOE MEYERS TRILOGY by Sara C. Roethle 

– CRAVING BEAUTY be Jennifer Silverwood 

– THE DESCENDANTS SERIES by Melissa Wright 

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Poetry Competitions, Submission Calls, & New Releases.

​My Twitter has been filled with some wonderful new releases recently, and for those of you who don’t follow me there here’s a rundown because holiday season is approaching and books make great gifts!

NEW RELEASES 

Christina Hart There is Beauty in the Bleeding

“There will be days when you 

completely fall a p a r t 

and that’s okay. 

There will be days where 

your ribs feel like blades. 

Let them cut you. 

There is beauty in the bleeding. 

There is hope in the healing. 

Christina Hart, bestselling author of Empty Hotel Rooms Meant for Us and Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste, releases her first full-length poetry collection.
Warning: This book contains sensitive content depicting sex, violence, abuse, drugs, and addiction.”

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Christina is also the author of these two titles.

The Transgender Manifesto Ian Thomas Malone 

“Do you know who you are?

What lies beneath the surface?

Ever get the feeling that something

Deep down wasn’t quite right?
I did.
Who are you to tell me otherwise?

The birthers, who think your external

Shell defines your whole identity, while

Pointing to the sky to show us the answers.
We’re out and we’re here to stay.

Deal with it.”

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Ian is an excellent writer, one of my favorites. Her sense of humour is right in tune with my own as well.

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I wanna be petty // I will be great published by Ghost City press Written by Jeremy Boyd.

“Every time I look at the title of Jeremy Boyd’s new chapbook, I Wanna Be Petty // I Will Be Great, I see “pretty” instead of “petty.” Maybe it’s because these poems are pretty. But not conventionally so. He writes candidly but carefully, shining quiet wisdom & rhythmic imagery on intimate thoughts & “mundane” subject matter. This poetry takes risks though, & the end of the chapbook feels like a crescendo as the last poem, after a series of brief punchy poems, explodes into long form about the topics Boyd seems most concerned with: fragmented identity, relationship dynamics, political & ethical life in the modern world, & the bewildering question of What is Art.”


— Matthew Sherling, author of bring me my absolute surrender”

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Hotel Hart Meredith Miller 

“On the 15th of August, Hotel Hart is full. Its ten rooms are taken by ten different couples, each with their own problems, philosophies, and lives. Join the guests of Hotel Hart for one night, but keep your eyes focused on the young man in the green button-up tunic.

This is not a book of romance, not really. It is a book of life.”




This one is released in December. I’ve read some great reviews for it so far! You can add it to your reading list here on Goodreads 

SUBMISSION CALLS & COMPETITIONS

Isabelle Kenyon is looking for poetry on mental health for a book to raise money for Mind. You can find the details on her blog 

Her book is also on sale. 0.99 for the Kindle edition of THIS IS NOT A SPECTACLE

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Into the Void poetry competition, begins November 1st and ends December 31st, and is judged by M.Wright. Unpublished poetry only. Details here

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Book Blitz. Wheeler. Sara Butler Zalesky. 


Wheeler
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 sarabutlerzalesky.wordpress.com 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…

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“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.

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

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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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S. P. Cervantes.  An Impossible World. Book Blitz & Giveaway. 



An Impossible World
S.P. Cervantes
Publication date: July 25th 2017
Genres: Adult, Dystopian, Romance

What would happen if terrorism spread and hate took over? What would the world become?

Isabella (Belle) Grey trained her entire adult life to protect those around her––training that would prove invaluable in her quest to make a new life. Forced to live in an impossible world, terror was not only outside the walls of her protected community but also raged behind the walls of her very own home.

No longer willing to put up with her husband’s drunken abuse, Belle made the desperate decision to run away from the safety of her community and escaped alone into the broken world beyond.

Chased by death as bombs exploded in the distance, her next decision could not only save her life but could potentially bring light back into her darkened soul.

When faced with the impossible, Belle found strength in an unsuspecting stranger who set her path in a new direction––one she never considered.

Fear. Love. Revenge. Strength … all come together in this epic tale of fate and survival.

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Author Bio:

S.P. Cervantes is the author of the acclaimed contemporary romance A BROKEN FAIRY TALE series. The series allows you to connect with a group of friends and their triumphs over tragedy. “Dust to Dust” is a suspenseful stand-alone romance that introduces readers to this close knit group of loyal friends. “Wished Away” is an emotional romance that should be read before the Bad-Boy romance, “His Jar of Hearts”.

S.P. highly acclaimed romance called “The Wife” is now available.

S.P. is also the author of the highly rated Young Adult Romantic Fantasy trilogy Secrets of Shadow Hill. “Always and Forever”, “The Prophecy”, and “War of Wizards” that has been described as “Twilight Meets Harry Potter”. It’s not your typical romantic fantasy.

S.P Cervantes lives in Orange County, California with her husband and three children, where she is a teacher. She enjoys spending time with her family, writing, reading, and running, but is always thinking of an idea for her next novel.

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Kris Embrey. Till The Other Side of Time. Book Blitz & Giveaway.  



Till the Other Side of Time
Kris Embrey
Published by: Archway Publishing
Publication date: July 15th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance

This is the final chapter of Tell Me You Want Me as told by the cast of characters Leon, Bridgette, Gina and Sebastian.

Set in the music world of the late eighties, Gina Kelly and Leon Turner take off for Greece after a tumultuous tour with Tin Garden. Leon leaves Gina at the Acropolis to contemplate her life and soul mission. Is there a surprise waiting for Gina. Is it Sebastian? Things are not always as they seem in the world of rock and roll when Tin Garden are not on stage. Sebastian makes amends to clean-up his act as he moves out of the spotlight and into rehab and we start to wonder if his brother Rick has been the driving force of Sebastian’s problems all along. Gina leaves her singing career behind for motherhood, when Sebastian wants to have one last party before making a huge decision that will have a profound impact on his future with Tin Garden.

The author gives a final non-fiction version at the end into her personal journey in writing when the antagonist Sebastian, manifested into the authors personal life after her first book was published. Embrey shares her writing journey of Tell Me You Want Me, when the book took on a life of it’s own, and leaves one to wonder the age old question; does art imitate life, or does life imitate art.

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EXCERPT:

The Book of Leon

NBC Studios, New York, August 12, 1988

Leon Taylor interview, already in progress.

Interviewer: You were on the infamous ‘Wait (Wait till I’m Home) Tour.’ Is that correct?

Leon: Yes, I was.

Interviewer: It was rumored that the tour was plagued with drug problems.

Leon: (laughing) I never heard that rumor.

Interviewer: Sebastian Roland has a reputation with issues related to drugs like heroin. Can you comment on that?

Leon: Heroin? No, I’ve never seen him or anyone do smack … okay?

I should’ve had the sense to decline the interview. I wasn’t expecting to be asked about drug use during a tour that happened over two years ago. I disconnected from the interviewer when I got hit with that last ignorant-ass question, which caused my mind to go back to that crazy tour and what followed after Gina and I left it.

It was November 17, 1986, when I started unpacking from the move into Gina’s and my new apartment. I had just pulled the last of the kitchen nonsense out from a box when the phone rang.

“Leon, hey, it’s Walter. Listen to this … you’ll never believe who I just got off the phone with,” he said with excitement.

“Who?” I asked, preoccupied.

“Guess who’s still lighting matches to Gina torch?” Walter said, laughing.

“Are you serious?” I replied, surprised. I knew who Walter was referring to and started whispering over the phone because Gina was sitting on the other side of the room.

“Sebastian tried calling you at your old number. He told me he’d made a big mistake. Can you believe that?” Walter said.

“He’s a damn mess,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

Walter proceeded to enlighten me on his conversation with Sebastian. I knew that man had called Bridgette’s place several times looking for Gina only because B had been bitching to me nonstop about it. Sebastian probably assumed that if he called the Christopher apartment enough times, Gina would answer the phone. Bridgette had finally had enough and had told Sebastian in a more animated way to go kick rocks and stop calling. Sebastian must have finally given up on Bridgette and figured that, since he used to hit Walter up for drugs back in the day, they were tight enough for Walter to give him info about where Gina was staying now. Walter didn’t give Sebastian the information he was digging for; instead, Walter called me and asked, “What do you want to do about it?” Thinking about his question and looking over at Gina, who was staring off into space and looking out the window, I told Walter to give me Sebastian’s number. I’m the one who decided to make the call to Sebastian.

I was really mad at Sebastian for what he’d done to Gina at that video shoot, not to mention the other things I had heard about on tour that had been kept from Gina. It was fair to say that Sebastian auditioned his tool in anything that had an opening, if you get my meaning. He was a damn mess with it. I’m being real with you. I didn’t want to be part of their love shit; it was exhausting. But she was hurting and still in love with his dumb ass, so I had to do something.

Gina had put on her coat and was heading over to Bridgette’s for the day. “See you later,” she said somberly. I was still on the phone with Walter.

After she left, I picked up the phone and placed the call to Sebastian. I will admit, I was curious myself about what had happened with him after the tour ended. Looking at his number, which I had scribbled on the side of a moving box, I thought about what I was going to say to his ass. I dialed the operator to place a London call, collect of course.

“This is the United States operator. Collect call from the makeup lady to Mr. SoBo Roland. Will you accept the charges?” the operator said when Sebastian answered.

“Makeup lady? Leon? Yeah, I’ll accept,” Sebastian answered back.

“Go ahead makeup lady,” the operator answered back.

“Hello, Sebastian” I said after some hesitation when he was switched over. He seemed a bit surprised to hear my voice on the other end.

“Where is she, Leon?” Sebastian asked impatiently, and he spent the first few minutes of our conversation pushing on me how to reach Gina and droning on about how he missed her.

“She’s around … busy, but she’s around,” I replied, ignoring his tale of woe. I glanced out the window to see that heavy snow had started falling. I was personally anticipating some warmer weather in Europe, so as I watched the snow, I began thinking about whether I should pack a speedo to take to Greece.

“I fucked up, Leon. I’m coming to New York for Christmas to see her,” he said.

He was still going on about how sorry he was for what he did to Gina when, without thinking, I let the cat out of the bag, interrupting to let him know that Gina and I were headed to Greece for Christmas.

“Really?” Sebastian said. He paused and then started to regale me with some foolishness about how he was going to meet us there and ask Gina to marry him. I thought he was crazy until he said, “Keep it a secret from her.”

This fucking man. I had to keep that info tight for three weeks. He wanted me to get Gina to the Acropolis the day we landed. He knew she’d always wanted to go there, so that was where he was going to ask her to marry his dumb ass, but he needed my help.

After I hung up with Sebastian, I called Walter back and told him about our little conversation and Sebastian’s plan to meet us in Greece.

“That’s romantic,” he said.

Of course he would think some mess like that, because he was living a straight life now. Walter was a yester-gay (yesterday gay) with a baby on the way. I rolled my eyes. Walter didn’t have to live with Gina or Sebastian’s secret. I did. I was edged off at Walter for getting me involved in this foolishness.


Author Bio:

Kris Embrey’s love of music took her to New York for theatre and auditioning in the late 80’s to be an MTV VJ, meeting several bands popular of that time, who inspired her love for writing rock and roll fiction.

She later moved to Kansas City where she attended UMKC to learn recording engineering, and had a chance of a lifetime, when she landed a job working for Dick Clark.

Embrey later moved to Los Angeles to work as a runner for his production company.

Embrey’s career has included being a Media and Operations Director for a large advertising agency in Los Angeles.

Embrey is working on the follow-up to her first book due in June of 2017 entitled Till the Other Side of Time, and also a theatre release of her first book Tell Me You Want Me.

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