Saturday, April 25, 2015

Promo Blitz & #Giveaway for For the Love of a Gypsy by Madelyn Hill


Welcome to my stop on the Promo Blitz Tour, presented by Reading Addiction Virtual Book Tours, for For the Love of a Gypsy by Madelyn Hill.  Please leave a comment or question for Madelyn to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  


Historical Romance
Date Published: April 17, 2015


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Can she betray the Gypsy clan who saved her for the love of a stranger?

Martine Petrulengo is stifled by the traditions of her adopted Gypsy clan. They gave her new life when she was left all alone. And now she is expected to marry in order to forge clan allegiances. When she nurses handsome and charming Lord Declan Forrester back to health, she is lured by the seductive idea of life outside of the clan—and the prospect of love with the Irishman.

Can he prove his innocence in order to claim his Gypsy?

Lord Declan Forrester trades prison bars for a loveless marriage in order to save his soul. And now he’s trying to prove his innocence not only as a traitor, but that of his wife’s murder.  When the lovely and beguiling Martine saves him, he falls in love for the first time. Yet, the obstacles of his past seem insurmountable.

Martine and Declan must fight tradition, prejudice and the haunting ghosts of their past in order to fight for their love and ensure their future.



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A rider urged his horse forward. He wore a leather doublet of a quality she’d never seen. The black hide was pierced with metal and thick stitching formed elaborate Celtic designs. Regal and rich. His breeches hugged his thighs so closely ’twas indecent, but that didn’t stop her gaze from venturing along the hard expanse of his legs. Heat crept up her neck and flushed her face like a flame.

He tipped his head in her brother’s direction. Martine gasped.

The stranger from the glen.

“We’ve business,” was all he said.

Rafe nodded, but didn’t twitch a muscle. Martine wanted to run from the confrontation, hide in her grandmother’s berth safe from the bewitching blue eyes of the intruder. But her feet stayed rooted to the ground.

Och, this man was handsome. Strong jaw, brilliant eyes, and a broad mouth composed a man so striking. His face was a composite of hard planes of granite that matched the intense glare of his eyes.

The man sighed and his comrades inched closer to his side. They dressed as he did, except their clothing lacked the obvious quality she could see stitched in the leather of his.

“The villagers are concerned with your presence, Gypsy.”

She could feel the tension in the tight line of her brother’s shoulders, taste the anger in the air that hummed about him and the stranger. His jaw clenched and he remained silent.

“I’ve come to ask you to leave. Gypsies bring foul memories to Riverton.” His voice was rough, husky, as he commanded her brother.

Rafe stepped forward. She knew he wished to throttle the tactless man. “We’re Tinkers. Men and women with skills and trade.”

“And itchy fingers if Lady Bannon’s sheep have say of it,” the man behind the stranger spouted. The other men chortled and slapped the man on the back.

The stranger held up his hand and was rewarded with instant silence.

Her brother shrugged, a harmless action unless you were Rafe Petrulengo. “My clan has no need of other people’s sheep.”

Martine took a step forward.

The stranger’s head snapped in her direction.

He leaned forward in his saddle. “You’ll leave my land, or pay the consequences.” His tone brooked no room for argument.

“We’re people of the land, trainers of dogs, and masters of horses.”

Her brother’s words seemed to befuddle the stranger’s friends. They looked to one another, smirks creasing their faces. If only they knew her brother’s genius.

“I’m Lord Declan Forrester, Earl of Riverton,” the stranger pompously said. “This is my land—and you are to leave.”

Rafe bowed deep at the waist, his extended arm almost grazing the dirt before him. “As you wish.”

“Be gone by morning. ’Tis all the time I’ll give you.”

A shiver ran up her spine at the cold gruffness of his voice. He clucked his horse forward, a magnificent animal, well-muscled with a gleaming coat of black.

Martine was so aware of the lord’s presence, her skin tingled. And she knew without looking up that trouble was about to ensue. He stopped the horse before her and just sat. When her gaze met his, the lord nodded his head and gave a mocking salute.

She sighed, not knowing why she was reacting so unlike herself, why she was enthralled with the stranger.

With a nudge to his horse’s side, he was off without a backward glance at her or her brother.

One look at Rafe and she knew he’d witnessed what had transpired. Rage boiled in his dark eyes and tension pulsed his jaw. He tapped a pointy leather boot against the packed earth. The women of the clan weren’t to be appraised by Gajos. Especially a Gajo who’d ordered the Kapo to leave.

No matter, she thought with a smile of satisfaction. Lord Forrester had acknowledged her, and the realization swept through her with unparalleled warmth.



About the Author

Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she'd sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a "closet" writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts out there and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn't be happier! A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, watching their children's sporting events, and of course reading!

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Release Day Tour & #Giveaway for Flavor of the Week by Candy Caine


Welcome to my stop on the Release Day Tour for Flavor of the Week by Candy Caine.  Please leave a comment or question for Candy to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway, for one of three (3) gift cards by filling out the Rafflecopter form below. Good Luck!


Flavor of the Week
By Candy Caine

Publisher:  Arrow Publications, LLC.
Release Date: April 24, 2015
Genre:  Interracial Contemporary Romance
Length:  226 Pages
ASIN:  B00W3Y4UCK



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Attorney, Raven Gould, is tired of defending scumbags and fending off the advances of her boss. So she decides to quit her high-powered career and take a job at a popular ice cream parlor. Her aunt is alarmed at Raven’s decision and secretly convinces psychologist, Lucas Lusk, to check out her niece’s mental state.

Reluctantly, Lucas agrees. But after meeting the dusky beauty, he realizes he wants to do a lot more than check out her mental state. The problem is, Raven has a thing against psychologists and if she discovers why he keeps running into her—seemingly accidentally—she’ll never give him the time of day.

Raven soon finds herself intrigued by the tall, quietly sexy doctor, completely unaware of his relentless pursuit, or his determination to have her at all costs. And when a dangerous enemy from Lucas’ past wreaks havoc on his career, Raven must choose between guarding her heart or standing by the man she thinks betrayed her trust.




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Changing the subject, Raven said, “I want to thank you again for taking me to the theater tonight. Our seats were practically on stage. I felt as if I was part of the show.”

“I’m glad you had a good time and that the show lived up to its reviews,” Lucas said before sipping his Manhattan. “I really enjoyed the show, too.”

“Music is so powerful. It has a way of bringing people together. I came away with the feeling that we should hold fast to our dreams. That made me think of your mother and her fierce desire to live in the United States, no matter what.”

“I thought of her, too. You would’ve definitely liked her.”

Raven sipped her drink and dabbed at her lips with her napkin. “I’m certain I would have. Is your father still alive?”

“No. He died several years before my mother. Heart attack.” Lucas looked away a moment.

Raven touched his hand gently. He turned back toward her. “I’m so sorry.”

“At least my brother Michael and I had them both around while I was growing up.”

“Okay. Official change of subject to a happier topic,” Raven declared sensing his melancholy.\

“Like what?” Lucas asked.

“Like I’d love to pick up the cast recording of the show,” Raven said.

“Here you go,” Lucas said, removing a CD from a pocket in his coat.

Raven’s eyes widened. “When on earth did you get that?”

“During intermission while you went to the ladies room.”

“Don’t you mean when I got on that mile-long relief line?”

Chuckling, Lucas said, “Yes, then.”

“I can’t believe this. How did you know? Thank you ever so much! You’re so thoughtful!”

“I know,” Lucas replied.

“And so very humble, as well.”

“Now, now, be nice. By the way, do you piss off Santa, too?”

Raven laughed until tears filled her eyes. When they cleared, she said, “Sorry my sarcastic side sometimes overpowers everything else.”

“We’ll listen to it together,” Lucas suggested.

“Fabulous idea. I second it.”

They finished their drinks and enjoyed another round. There seemed to be no limit to their conversation until a band consisting of a pianist, drummer and guitar player began to play a lively rendition of All You Need is Love.

“I had no idea this place had a band,” Lucas admitted.

“And they’re quite good.”

“I know you love music, but how do you feel about dancing?” Lucas asked. A big grin occupied most of his face.

“Would love to!”

The song ended and the band started to play Unchained Melody. Lucas reached across the table for Raven’s hand and led her to a small area where several other couples were dancing. Raven slipped into Lucas’s arms. His closeness was so male, so bracing and she soaked in his unique scent. A familiar shiver of awareness rippled through her, as if emerging from a long sleep. Her heart hammered in her chest foolishly.

Was this an indication that Lucas had already breached her defenses? Had she already cast her fate to the wind? It would certainly appear so. Especially since the thought of being alone with him—skin touching skin—was suddenly crowding her mind and allowing no other thoughts to enter. The sensations Raven now felt were not the usual ones she’d have whenever she desired to have sex with some guy she was attracted to. These feelings were similar to those she once had when she thought she was in love with Gordon White. That made sense, she reasoned. It definitely wasn’t casual sex she now desired to have with Lucas. No, not in the least. She wanted to make slow, sweet love with him—again and again.

Lucas nuzzled her neck. Oh, yeah. She wanted him all right. And if that hard object pressing into her thigh was what she thought it was, the feeling was quite mutual.

The band launched into their rendition of I Will Always Love You, and Raven continued to enjoy his closeness as she casually slipped her arms around his neck. She gave into the desire to run her fingers through the back of his hair. In response he kissed her neck sending a fresh sensual thrill straight to her sex. Raven moved closer continuing to soak up that uniqueness of him that was making her heady. The urge to run her hands up and down his body under his clothing was nearly overwhelming. Her logical mind was running scenarios of them having sex.  Some were so hot she thought the circuits in her brain would overheat. She hadn’t felt so sexually charged in ages and began to fear what might happen if she didn’t sleep with him.

When the song ended, the band played a rendition of She’s a Maniac, before taking a well-earned break.

Lucas led Raven back to their table and got them another round of drinks.

Raven took a sip of her drink. “You seem to know your way around a dance floor.”

“My mother and father loved to dance. I guess I caught on watching them.”

“Well you obviously paid close attention.”

He grinned at her impishly. “Most girls liked boys who knew how to dance. And I liked girls.”

“Good to know. Perhaps after we leave here tonight we can listen to the CD from the show. ” Raven hoped he’d take the hint.

“It should sound wonderful on my Bose system,” Lucas said.

Raven’s heart fluttered as she began to anticipate what was going to happen.

After they finished their drinks, Lucas said,” if you’d like another drink, Raven, that’s fine. As for me, if I have another, we’ll have to take other transportation home.”

“No. I’m fine. In fact, I feel great!” She attempted to rise to prove her point, but never quite got to her feet. Gravity won the battle and she sat back down.

Lucas stifled a chuckle. “You seem to have gotten a real buzz on. Perhaps, I should get you home.”

“Nope. The night is still young. And the last time I checked, so are we... Or is it the other way around? Who cares? We’re in the greatest city in the world and should enjoy ourselves,” Raven said, as she nearly slid off her chair.

“Okay, happy girl, let’s go,” Lucas said as he came around to help Raven into her coat. He bent to kiss her tender neck. She made a purring sound of contentment.

They walked the short distance to his car and he helped her inside. As he drove out of the lot, he glanced at Raven. Her eyes were closed, but there was a smile on her face. It looked like she was just resting her eyes a moment, but by the time they were back on the expressway, the sound of her soft snores filled the car nearly making Lucas laugh. He fought valiantly to stifle them, not wanting to embarrass her. It wasn’t exactly the way he imagined the end of the date would go, but shit happens as they say.

Raven woke up when Lucas cut the engine in front of her house. Disoriented a moment, she asked, “Where are we?”

Lucas smiled at her. Her cheeks were flushed with sleep making her look adorable like a little girl.

“At your place.”

“I thought we were heading to yours to listen to the CD?”

“That was the original plan.”

“Uh-oh,” she said quietly.  Was I asleep?”

“Yup. You slept all the way home.”

“You’re kidding. Please say you’re kidding. I’m so embarrassed. That never—
I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re adorable when you sleep,” Lucas said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Raven rolled her eyes. “That won’t happen again. I promise.”

“You know we can keep doing this until we get a perfect,” he said. “Same time, next Saturday?”

A yawn snuck past Raven’s defenses and she apologized quickly, but not before Lucas chuckled. “I’d better get you inside while you’re still awake.” He leaned over the console and opened her seatbelt. Then he got out, walked around the car, and opened her door.

Smiling down at her, he asked, “Would you like me to carry you to the door?”

“Heavens no! What would my aunt think?”

“That I wore you out of course,” he said, offering his hand.

Raven took it to steady herself a moment before they walked to the door together. She had removed the keys from her purse and Lucas took them to unlock the door. Then he encircled her in his arms, drawing her closer to him. He kissed her gently. “Shall I pick you up at seven next Saturday?”

She nodded and placed her arms around his neck. “I’m truly sorry about tonight. I’ve never fallen asleep on a date before.” Her lips covered his, intending to be a sweet good night kiss. But instead of parting, their lips were pulled together like electromagnets coming together in an attraction of savage harmony. Both had totally forgotten that her aunt might be up and about. They were too engrossed with each other to think of anything else but kissing and touching one another.

Raven’s back was against the door as Lucas leaned into her, first devouring her mouth and then her neck. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling his face close to hers. Their lips came together again in a fury, their tongues meeting in a tangled heap while they breathed as one.

Closer still, Raven rubbed against his straining cock. A soft moan escaped her lips. Lucas cupped her breast through her silk dress as he planted hurried kisses down her neck. His other hand inched up her dress toward her drenched panties.




Meet Author Candy Caine



Whether she’s writing a short story or novel, Candy Caine will make her interracial romances hot and spicy. Always striving to entertain her readers, Candy tries to breathe life into her characters, making life often interesting for her husband, Robert back in their home on Long Island, NY. And both are trying to teach their fifteen-year old yellow Lab, Sammy, new tricks. 

Candy loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at candy@candycaine.com.

Visit her website at www.candycaine.com.

Promo Blitz Tour & #Giveaway for Rewriting History by Missy Johnson and Carly Grey

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Welcome to my stop on the Promo Blitz Tour, presented by Indie Sage Promotions, for Rewriting History by Missy Johnson and Carly Grey.  Please leave a comment or question for Missy or Carly to let them know you stopped by.  You can enter their tour wide giveaway, for a $10 Amazon GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  

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Rewriting History 
Publication Date: November 3, 2014 
Genres: ContemporaryRomance
Buy Link: Amazon

About the book:

Love begins with attraction and our attraction started in an online chat room.

The beauty of the internet is you can be whoever you want to be. I can let my guard down and show who I really am. I’m no longer the shy girl who doesn’t fit in. I’m someone with a purpose, someone worth listening to. I’m someone worth loving. The world doesn’t need to know I’m only seventeen.

One little lie about my age isnt going to hurt. Eli is everything I’ve ever wanted in a relationship. He’s funny, sweet and so damn sexy. We’ve never met, but our connection is strong. He wants to meet me and more than anything I want to meet him. I want to feel him in my arms, I want to see if our relationship is as strong in person as it is online.

So we do. And it is. It’s wonderful and amazing and everything I hoped it would be.

 But in the chat room, I told a little white lie about something significant. And lies, however big or small, always catch up with you. Mine caught up with me in my History Classroom.


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About Missy Johnson 
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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture). When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.



About Carly Grey

Carly Grey lives on the Gold Coast with her hubby & 2 cats and has a passion for romance novels.

Release Day Blitz & #Giveaway for Protecting Shaylee by Elle Christensen

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Welcome to my stop on the Release Day Blitz, presented by Indie Sage Promotions, for Protecting Shayle by Elle Christensen.  Please leave a comment or question for Elle to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway, for a $10 Amazon GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  


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Protecting Shaylee 
Publication Date: April 24, 2015 
Genres: FantasyParanormalRomance

Buy Links:  Amazon - Nook - Kobo - iBooks



About the book: 


Shaylee

As a child, I believed in the fairytales my father told me. Until he was gone and with him, that belief. As a girl, I believed in the friendship and protection of Aden. He made me begin to believe again. As a woman, I believed in the possibility of love and passion between myself and Aden. Until he was gone and with him, my belief in magic and happy endings.

Aden

 When she was a child, I was tasked with her protection. As a girl, I became her friend. As a woman, I could no longer see the child I knew and was forced to fight a growing attraction. Unable to lie and unable to tell the truth, I left. Now I’ve returned to give the knowledge I couldn’t before, that she is half Fae. The darkness is stalking her and I am desperate to teach her what she needs to know to protect herself. And determined to make her mine.
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About Elle Christensen
Elle Christensen

I'm a lover of all things books, I've been an obsessive reader since I learned how to spell! I've been writing novels and short stories since I was twelve, but they say to write the genre you love the most, so as an adult, I fell easily into writing romance. My husband is my biggest supporter and he's a great sport when it comes to fighting the people in my imagination for my attention. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them!

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