Monday, 30 November 2015

Blur by N.A Alcorn




Title: Blur
Series: Changing Colors Part Two
Author: N.A. Alcorn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: November 30, 2015



Blurb

When Dylan’s band is offered a deal they can’t refuse, within a month they’re in L.A., signing with Wallace & Wright Records.

Then Brooke walks in and changes everything. Not only does she work for the record label, but she’s also producing their debut album.

Like someone else pressed play on Brooke's future, she knew there was no rewinding, no take two. That was until Dylan came blaring back into her life at full volume.

He broke down her walls.

She ruined him for everyone else.

Desire and regret, passion and pain, their love wouldn’t stop consuming them.

Sometimes appearances can be deceiving.


This isn’t a love triangle, this is something different.





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N.A. Alcorn resides in Northern Kentucky with her husband and son. Never following the norm, her style of romance “flies outside [the box.]” She is the author of the wildly hilarious Infamous Series, and also delved into romantic suspense with her third release, Covertly Strong.

She loves music, can’t take a proper selfie if her life depended on it, refuses to parallel park, and probably has the most obnoxious laugh you’ll ever hear. If she could live off coffee and Reese’s Cups, she’d be one happy lady.

Procrastinator at heart, N.A. tells herself she’ll meet every deadline. Tomorrow. She’ll finish it tomorrow, she swears.
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All That's Left to Hold Onto by Ella Fox



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Letting go is all Ronan's ever known.
Will he realize a life with Keely is something
he should hold onto at any cost?


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Blurb


When Ronan Sharpe unexpectedly left Colorado for parts unknown, he took a piece of Keely Carmichael's heart with him.


After leaving his hellish roots behind him, Ronan found contentment when he started over. Thoughts of the past had been pushed down for so long; he hardly thought about it at all.


He intended to keep it that way.


When unexpected circumstances force Ronan to return to Colorado, the Keely he finds is no longer the adolescent girl he remembered. Torn between desire and fear, Ronan struggles with his feelings for Keely and his need to escape the town that scarred him so deeply years ago.


Letting go is all Ronan's ever known. Will he realize a life with Keely is something he should hold onto at any cost?


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PROLOGUE


There were nasty looking bruises on his cheek and jaw, his lip was swollen and his knuckles were scraped and bloody.  The instant I got a good look at his face I knew something was horribly wrong.  It only went downhill from there.


My attempts to contain my panic weren’t working.  Choking back a sob I blubbered, “Why do you have to go?”


The anger was all but pouring off of him.  Not toward me—he’d never once been angry with me. I knew anger though, and it was more than obvious he was furious about something. A permanent grimace seemed to have set up camp on his face.  For him, it was highly unusual.  Even in the toughest of times, he kept his cool.  


Suddenly, he wasn't calm at all.  He was angrier than I’d ever seen him.  It was obvious he’d been in a fight, but it didn’t change his status as the most attractive guy alive, in my opinion.


I saw his jaw clenching and unclenching which I figured meant he was trying to control himself.


“Because this piece of shit town is like a fucking cancer,” he spat.  “I’m so done with the crazy assholes around here. People like us aren’t normal—we’re the freaks for trying to be good people.”


I didn’t know how to argue with his words.  He wasn’t wrong—there was a lot wrong with many of the people in our town. Most of the crazy people were either my family members or his.  I knew it and so did he.  There wasn’t a response to erase the reality of the kind of people we dealt with.


“Are you going alone?”


His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he nodded stiffly. “Yes.”


“Even though you live with—”


His hand shot up into a stop gesture to keep me from finishing the sentence.


“Don’t say her fucking name. If I never hear it again, it’ll be too soon. I don’t live with that crazy bitch anymore.”


I couldn’t stand her so it wasn’t like I was going to push. She was an evil troll. If he had to go, I was glad he wasn’t taking her with him.  It would’ve made me ill. She pretended to be sweetness and light when he was around but it was nothing but a charade.  She was terrible.  I was glad he wasn’t taking her, but the fact he wouldn’t say her name told me his leaving was somehow her responsibility. I hated her more than ever.


“Where will you go?”


He gestured back over his shoulder toward the street with his thumb.  


“Wherever my car takes me once I pull out,” he said.


I couldn’t imagine life without him, nor did I want to. Not only had he been my crush for as long as I could remember, he was the only person who ever really listened to me.  


“Will you ever visit?” I asked hopefully.


He was shaking his head in the negative before I’d even fully finished asking the question. I knew he wouldn’t. The bone-deep hatred he had for everything about where we lived was stamped all over his face.  I wanted so badly to know what, exactly, had sent him over the edge, but when I asked, he’d refused to tell me.


It sucked being fourteen because he treated me like a kid.  My age said I was a child, but I was so different than any of my peers it wasn’t even funny.  Because of this, they teased me often, referring to me as Granny Carmichael.  I hated it.  It wasn’t as though I’d had a choice.  My childhood was over the moment my mother got sick.  


His expression softened when he looked me over. “You need to get back inside before you get pneumonia.”


The frigid Colorado air wasn’t even making an impression on me until he pointed it out. I realized my tears were leaving cold trails on my face, but I couldn’t walk away. All I cared about was how much I didn’t want him to leave.


“I don’t care about the cold or getting pneumonia.  I don’t want you to go!” I cried anxiously.


He hugged me then, his strong arms wrapping around me to give comfort.  I hadn’t hugged him since I’d been much younger—probably five or six.  Those hugs had mostly involved me wrapping myself around one of his legs.  This was different. I wrapped my arms tight around him and cried against his chest, holding on for as long as he allowed me to.  


“I’m sorry,” he said as he ended the embrace and stepped back. “I have to leave.”


Knowing my denial and resistance weren’t going to make any difference, I swiped at my tears as I nodded.


“I’ll miss you,” I said on a choked sob.  “Take care of yourself.”


“I’ll miss you too,” he replied softly.  “You’re one of the few good people here.”


My heart galloped in my chest. I loved him for saying what he did—but hated that it came at such a horrible price.  Losing him was unbearable.  


He turned as if to leave, then stopped.  Spinning back my way, he stared at me intently for a few moments before he spoke again.


“You’re so much better than any of these people. Don’t ever let them change who you are. The world needs a lot more you and a lot less them. No matter what anyone tells you—you’re perfect.  Got it?”


I nodded as I wiped at the tears running unchecked down my face.


He hugged me again, very briefly. My heart skipped a few beats when he dropped a kiss on top of my head.


“Don’t ever forget your worth—not even for a minute,” he murmured.


When he let go, he said nothing else.  He just turned and walked to his car.  As he went, the chill in the air suddenly took hold of me.  Hugging my arms around myself, I watched as he got into the car, turned it on and then pulled out of my driveway.  He looked at me one last time before putting his hand up in a goodbye gesture.  I did the same.  A few seconds passed before he put the car in drive then sped off into the night.


I stayed outside for two or three minutes, hoping against hope he would change his mind and come back.  


He didn’t.


Hours later when I got into bed, I prayed fate would bring him back one day.  I said the same prayer most nights for a long, long time. Eventually I had no choice but to accept reality.


Hell would freeze over before he returned.


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5* read.
Wow such a beautiful and emotional read that had me gripped till the very last page. This is a story that will melt your heart and stick with you long after you've finished the book. Ronan leaves town when he was younger but when something happens and he has to come back will his past make his future? Keeley was Ronan's best friend and was devastated when he left but now he's back and they have to work together. Will they be more then friends this time or will Ronan go back to his life far away and leave Kelley behind again?

Love this author and this story, a beautifully emotionally raw story that entrapped me from the start. 

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Ella Fox  writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance!  She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.


When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country.  Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh.  Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.


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Thursday, 26 November 2015

Ballad (Rockstar #5) by Anne Mercier




Title: Ballad
Series: Rockstar #5
Author: Anne Mercier
Release Date: November 25, 2015



Blurb

BEN

She walked on the bus and my heart stopped beating. When she looked my way with that sassy smile, it came back to life. Looking at her, getting to know her, I know she's the one for me—but she's so young. Her life is just starting and I've already done my fair share of living. I want her to be mine but is it right for me to ask her to settle down before she's really had a chance to live?

NICOLE


He keeps watching me. I can't help but look back. He's gorgeous: tall, messy dark hair, and those intensely blue eyes captivating me. My life hasn't been easy by any means. Because of that I've had to grow up much faster than normal women do. I think that's why our age difference doesn't bother me at all. I wish it didn't bother him because this attraction isn't going away anytime soon and, in truth, I don't want it to. He could very possibly be my happily-ever-after and no matter how much he tries, I'm not going to let him talk me out of it until we give this a fighting chance.



REVIEW
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5* read.
I love this author and I fell in love with this series from the very first book. This one is Ben and Nicole's story and for me I think it was the most emotional out of all of them. I really struggled at times with how much emotion I did feel as this author writes character you immediately connect and relate to, therefore you go through every emotion with them. At the start of the book I really wanted to smack Ben across the head but in fact by the end i understand more about him and realized he had to be that way at the start for him to get to where they needed. Nicole was as strong, beautiful character who broke my heart at times with what she was going through. Her and Ben together were electric and I've been rooting for them since the last book.
Another amazing book i cant wait for the next although its gonna take me a long time to get over this book.


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I was born and raised in Wisconsin and still live here today with my two sons and puppy. (Though one day soon I hope to move to southern California!)

I’m an avid reader who gets inspired by reading the stories from my favorite authors as well as listening to various types of music. I am a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, desserts, autumn, M. Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Through my books, I am proudly creating new Avenged Sevenfold and Milo Ventimiglia fans one reader at a time.

I absolutely love interacting with readers and invite you to contact me any time via email: Anne@AnneMercierAuthor.com.

“The best part of being an author, to me, is being able to take the reader to that one place they long to go when they need to escape reality. Knowing I can do that, for even one reader, makes what I do worthwhile.” ~ Anne Mercier


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Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Compromising Her Position by Samanthe Beck


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COMPROMISING HER POSITION
a Compromise Me Novel
Samanthe Beck
Releasing November 16, 2015
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A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...

He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs…

When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.

So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.

Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional...
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3* read.
This was a up and down read for me and I do love this author but I couldn't connect with this as much as her other books before.

For me this book wasn't enough story and to much sex. I love sex in a book but it has to blend in with the story properly and for me this book was overtook by all the sex and not enough story so I struggled connecting to the characters. I don't want to give to much away or say much more as I don't want to influence other readers but it just wasn't the book for me although I did love the cover.

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Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.

When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.


Reckless Fear (The Black Vipers, #1) by Micki Fredricks

Title: Reckless Fear
Series: The Black Viper Series #1
Author: Micki Fredricks
Genre: Dark NA Romance
Release: November 21, 2015
Tight Everly, Sergeant-at-Arms of The Black Vipers M.C.
In the world of The Black Vipers, sin runs free and I'm sin personified. 
Given permission by the cut I wear, I take whatever the emptiness inside me desires, by any means necessary. 
Unfortunately, the truth sin doesn’t want you to know–nothing is ever free. It takes payment in flesh and degradation.
A highly venomous predator, it slithers around inside of you, wreaking havoc and claiming your soul as its own.
Sasha was the savior to my sinful ways…only she didn’t want the job.
When sin rules your life, there are no boundaries. You take without regret.
She would be my salvation, even if I had to play the Devil to get her.
Sasha Campbell
Being near Tight was like standing on the edge of a raging fire. 
The heat dangerously intoxicating, offering protection from the darkness while promising the burn of betrayal if I got too close.
Yet here I stand, staring endlessly into the dancing flames, not noticing the building smoke or the ache of his all-consuming heat. 
Unfortunately, I know how this story ends. Burned beyond recognition and discarded, I’m turned to ash without a second thought.
Completely destroyed by him.
There had to be a way to avoid the damage he’d inflict. The problem was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Because with Tight, this kind of burn feels amazing.
**WARNING** Dark Contemporary Romance/New Adult Novel. 
Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. 
“A bomb has exploded in my brain … what the hell did I just read; wait not read, devour in one sitting. Ben “Tight” Everly, Sergeant at Arms, that’s what … and the Black Vipers M.C. Good gawd. This is one where you don’t want to read “this is a work of fiction.” Hell no please make Tight Everly real. I don’t know who Robin Harper is either but the cover; yeah I need to give the lady a fist bump.” 💖  💖  💖  💖  💖 Ramblings from Beneath the Sheets

“Hot damn! I found a new MC Romance author to stalk! My fellow biker romance lovers, listen up. This is a series that you don't want to pass up. My clicker finger is already twitching, ready for another, and another.” ~ 💖  💖  💖  💖  💖  iScream Books
“I loved this book! Once I started, I didn't want to put it down. This is a beautifully written story with amazing characters with an ending that will WOW you.”  💖  💖  💖  💖  💖 Goodreads Reviewer

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4* read.
Great story that will keep you on the edge of your seat throughout. Full of drama and twists and turns to keep you hooked. From the first chapter your giving a insight into Tights life 10 years before which helps with the storyline and connection to this particular character. Sasha also has a dark damaged past but is a strong character. Will these two be together or to two damaged people from different worlds never meant to be together in the first place. I loved these two and I have to say after that ending I really want more now.
TEN YEARS EARLIER

Fear.

It’s an open, oozing wound, festering inside my head. I crave it like a strung out, drug-sick junkie. It gives me a high I’ve never found at the bottom of a bottle or chasing the needle and believe me, I’ve tried some crazy shit in my sixteen years. But fear, that’s a different kind of addiction for me.

It’s the only constant in my life. Slithering around my spine, it whispers to be careful, warning my stupid ass to be alert, be smarter than the next homeless screw-up.

Fear has kept me alive...and I just told it to go fuck itself because this time, I’m doing it my way.

The voices echoed upward toward me, bouncing around the dark, cavernous warehouse I’d called home for the last six months. From inside my safe haven in the rafters, I leaned closer to the thin boards that were the only barrier between me and the crowd below.

My heart lurched forward, pounding painfully, but I loved it; a little too much.

A twisted fantasy of mine played out in front of me, turning my emotions into a hurricane. I struggled to stay still. I wanted to be closer, hear the words and feel the excitement.

Six inches off the ground hung a man, naked and bound by chains wrapped around his bloodied wrists. His wild eyes searched the darkness for a rescue that would never come.

Muffled screams fell on deaf ears as he fought against the gag tied around his mouth. Sweat rolled off of him in rivers, mixing with the dirt and blood as he arched his back not wanting to leave any angle open. Crazy fucker, I’d close my eyes and let them come. Who wants to see death face to face?

A gaping hole in his thigh gushed blood around the knife left where it had sliced through the tissue.

The sight of his torture triggered something inside of me. A slow smile stretched my dry lips as I realized, for the first time ever, I wasn’t afraid. Energy snapped through my veins making me flex my fists open and shut at my sides.

I dug up the bones of buried memories I’d tried for so long to keep at bay. My soul screamed silently as the faces of every bastard who’d unleashed their punishment on me, flashed like a horror movie in my mind. Normally I would cower from these flashbacks. But today, I relished in them, letting all the pain wash over me like a new beginning.

And there I was in my memory, a small boy, unable to protect myself from sadistic hands and bloodshot eyes. Pinching, burning and unspeakable things that should never happen to anyone, all happening to me.

My constant companion--fear--tried to rear its ugly head. But I pushed it down. A small spark ignited somewhere inside of me, something I’d always wanted but never knew I could have. A desire to do more than just survive. I wanted fucking revenge.

The terror in the doomed man’s eyes empowered me, warming my chest as I longed to be a part of the destruction they had planned for him.

His captors taunted him, staying far enough in the shadows to keep their faces hidden, but close enough there was no mistaking their presence.

They circled him like the predators they were, letting it be known he was merely a play thing.

Prey to be toyed with, destroyed and discarded.

Every skeleton from my closet came out to play as I enjoyed the show. The savage faces haunting me, now hung in place of this unlucky bastard, who had obviously pissed off the wrong people.

They were bikers. The Black Vipers to be exact and there was no denying their reputation for being ruthless. From what I’d seen in the last fifteen minutes, the rumors were true. I was sure as shit, losing my mind to think I could mess with them. But that was the plan.

The back of their denim cuts were embellished with their signature insignia, a snake with blood red eyes wrapped around a skull. The bottom rocker proudly displayed, Midwest. Most clubs claimed a state, these guys claimed the whole Midwest region.

This wasn't the first time I’d seen someone about to be butchered. The streets weren’t warm and fuzzy, they were dirty and desperate and there was always someone willing to sell their soul to the devil for their sin of choice. But this was the first time I planned on sticking around to watch and, if it was my lucky day, join in.

A man stepped out of the shadows. His eyes black and without pity. He didn't seem to enjoy the scene-didn't seem not to. The coldness he carried toward taking a man’s life made me shiver. He was a true killer.

His cut read Road Captain.

The hanging man turned sharply in his direction, hissing as the chains cut deeper into his mauled skin. His bulging eyes crazed with fear.

The Viper stepped up, pulled out a long, serrated knife, and slowly drew it across the man’s chest.

Throwing his head back, the hanging man’s eyes rolled back from the pain before screaming out in agony against the gag. Blood beaded in the cut at first as the knife sliced the skin wide open, but quickly changed to rivers streaming down his torso, pooling on the floor below him.

A dark haired man stepped up next, stopping the Road Captain with a just a nod.

I strained to read his patch.

President.

My stomach lurched as I closed my eyes and laid my forehead on the boards in front of me. Holy. Shit.

Pops Cole.

He ran The Black Vipers and was as vicious as they came. This dumb ass plan of mine...I was as good as dead.

Pops reached up, pulling the gag from the soon to be dead, man’s mouth.

“Please, Pops,” he begged. “Please, I will tell you everything.”

Pops stood with his arms crossed at his chest. His tone was calm as he shook his head.

“It’s too late for that shit and you know it.”

The hanging man thrashed around, attempting to release himself from the chains. Screaming out again and again.

The Black Vipers just watched. No one moved, no one talked. They stood quiet like angels of death, waiting to deliver their sentence.

I scoffed to myself. Even if this stupid son of a bitch got loose, did he think he could fight his way through the five or six Vipers surrounding him?

Pops began pacing in front of the man, drawing in slow steady breaths, as he meticulously rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

A small tremor began in my core. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as the atmosphere changed.

He spoke again, anger boiling just under the surface of his controlled tone.

“I gave you every opportunity to get me the information I needed. And what do you do? Stab me in the back? Try to bring down my club, my family!”

He lunged toward the hanging man, twisting the knife sticking out of his thigh. The man arched his back, screaming and crying in agony.

“No one fucks with The Black Vipers then tries to make a deal, you stupid asshole!”

I turned quickly, making my decision. If they heard me, I was a dead man. Not like it mattered, I was probably dead anyway with the plan I had.
If they’d known about ADHD when I was little, my Ritalin dosage would've been OFF THE CHARTS!!It goes without saying; I spent A LOT of time by myself after the teacher moved my desk out into the hallway. ** Silver lining** With all that alone time on my hands, I used my imagination to make the world a more interesting place. When I was little, people said I had an "active imagination". In elementary school, teachers called me a "daydreamer". My high school counselor said I needed to “learn how to focus" and my college professors warned me to "buckle down". Before I knew it, it was time to “grow up”.So that's what I did. I grew up, got married and had five kids. I work as a full time nurse, I'm active in my church, part of the most amazing book-club, blog about books with my best friends and cart small humans to school, football, theater, dance ect. Oh yeah...and write a bit when I can and now people call me "talented". Moral of my life story: Hug your kids, embrace their differences. Love them for who they are. Someday, the traits you think are struggles now… Might be exactly what they needed to turn their dreams into reality!Micki lives in small town Iowa with her husband, kids and a fat Cocker Spaniel named Joey. She is the author of Winds of Darkness and Chasing Jenna.
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