Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Book Blast & #Giveaway for Out of Character by Diana Miller


Welcome to my stop on the Book Blast, presented by Goddess Fish Promotions, for Out of Character by Diana Miller.  Please leave a comment or question for Diana to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway, for a $50 Amazon or B&N GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow all of the stops on her tour by clicking on the banner above.  The more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.

Out of Character
By Diana Miller

Publisher:  Lyrical Shine
Release Date: July 7, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length:  258/294 Pages
Format: print/ebook
ISBN:  978-1616505929
ASIN:  B00ONTR81S



About the book: 

Stepping out of your comfort zone can be hazardous…

Denver, Colorado, ER doctor Jillian Rodgers has never done an impulsive thing in her life. But all that changes when she meets the man of her dreams on a ski vacation. Within twenty-four hours, they’ve spent a passionate night together and Jillian is convinced she’s halfway in love. After all, she figures the worst that can happen is she’ll go home with a broken heart…

But the man pretending to be an ordinary guy is far from it. In fact, he shouldn’t get anywhere near Jillian. Yet there’s something about her he can’t resist—and she’s perfect for his cover. Besides, he’s sure he isn’t endangering her.

Unfortunately, they’re both wrong.


When someone uses their chairlift for target practice, Jillian ends up wounded—and her dream man promptly disappears. Within days, her car explodes. Just when things can’t get any worse, she’s kidnapped at gunpoint. Soon Jillian’s running for her life and forced to depend on the man who deserted her, a man who claims he’s trying to protect her but whose story has more holes than a gauze bandage. A man Jillian once thought she loved, but now isn’t sure she should even trust.


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The night was frigid and dark, the moon and stars obscured by clouds. Snow-caked pine needles scraped Jillian’s cheeks as Paul guided her through the trees. She wasn’t sure why he’d roused her in the middle of the night and led her out a basement window and into the woods, but she’d bet it wasn’t for a midnight hike.

“This way. Hurry.” He released her hand and pressed his palm against her back. Within seconds they were jogging, crunching over icy snow that seeped into Jillian’s running shoes and under her jeans, scratching and biting her bare legs above her socks.

Then she heard it. An explosion behind them. Followed by the odor of burning gasoline.

She froze as a wave of nausea engulfed her. “No.” She looked over her shoulder toward the sound and smell. Through the trees, she saw flickers of red, yellow, and orange.

“Come on.” Paul wrapped his arm around her shoulders and urged her forward.

Her legs wouldn’t move. “The smell. It’s the same smell.” Fire mixed with gasoline, consuming her car. Consuming--

Paul’s arm tightened around her, and his lips brushed her ear. “No one’s inside this time.” He gently turned her head away from the fire. “Don’t look at it. Don’t think about it. Think about moving your legs, about running. Just think about running.”

Paul’s words and pressing arm got her legs moving again.

“Where are we going?” Jillian puffed out after a couple minutes of jogging through snow.

“Away.” Paul didn’t sound the least bit winded. “Unfortunately, our car was disabled, so it’s on to Plan B.”

“Do you have a Plan B?”

“I always have a Plan B. And Plans C and D. Follow me.”

 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

When she was eight, Diana decided she wanted to be Nancy Drew. But no matter how many garbage cans she dug through, conversations she “accidentally” overheard, and attics she searched, she never found a single mysterious letter, hidden staircase, or anything else even remotely mysterious or suspenseful. She worked as a lawyer, a soda jerk, a stay-at-home mom, a hospital admitting clerk, and a conference host for events ranging from Lutheran music to the International BB Gun competition. She spent long hours volunteering in a nineteenth century mansion allegedly full of secrets and a few ghosts. Still no luck.

Diana ultimately decided the only way she was going to inject any mystery or suspense into her otherwise satisfying life was by writing about it. Her debut novel, Dangerous Affairs, won a Golden Heart Award from the Romance Writer of America, and she’s received five Golden Heart nominations, including one for Out of Character.

Diana lives in the Twin Cities with her family and an energetic Wheaten terrier.

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Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Turn Up the Heat by Serena Bell


Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Tasty Book Tours, for Turn Up the Heat by Serena Bell.  Please leave a comment or question for Diana to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter the tour wide giveaway, for a Loveswept Prize Pack, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow all of the stops on her tour by clicking on the banner above.  The more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.




Me:  How long have you been a published author and how does getting a contract for a book now compared to when you were first starting out feel?

Serena:  My first novella released two and a half years ago. Including Turn Up the Heat, I’ve now published five novels, two novellas, and two short stories, with two more novels—Can’t Hold Back and To Have and To Hold—on the way this winter and next summer.

Selling the first book was definitely the hardest. Like all first-time authors, I had to convince agents and publishers I had the voice and storytelling chops to make it in the market. But now that I have some books behind me, it’s more about coming up with a great series or a great premise—my publishers have faith that I can turn a strong concept into a winning book.

Dreaming up a new idea and selling it—knowing that it will be a book some day—always feels terrific, though, no matter how many times I do it!

Me:  You publish for three different publishers in the contemporary romance genre.  Have you ever considered writing a different genre?  If so, which one would you like to try to write next?

Serena:  If I took a stab at another genre, it would almost definitely be women’s fiction. I love exploring complicated moral issues, and often have to hold myself back from putting plotlines better suited for women’s fiction—angsty subplots, twisted family relationships, and odd career issues—into my romances.

I have a mental list of stories that I think would make great women’s fiction—but in the end, I always fall in love with a new romance and end up writing another happily ever after instead!

Me:  You were a professional journalist while taking a break from writing romance, have any of the “real life” experiences or stories had any impact or involvement in your romance novels?

Serena:  Yes, absolutely.

For example, I spent a couple of years writing about English language learners and immigration issues. After writing two long articles on immigration—one about legal, documented immigrants and one about immigrants who lack proper documentation—I knew I wanted to be able to tell some of the stories I’d heard.

Ana, in Yours to Keep, is living in the U.S. without documentation because of a mistake made nearly twenty years ago, and so much of what she experiences evolved from stories I heard when I was doing journalism research. Her dreamy hero and happily-ever-after are pure fiction, which was fun, too!

Me:  You have one more new release scheduled for this year for Loveswept, will you be publishing any additional books this year for your other publisher?  What are you currently working on now?

Serena:  After Turn Up the Heat, you’ll see Can’t Hold Back in December, and then To Have and To Hold next summer. Both Can’t Hold Back and To Have and To Hold are Loveswept, part of the Returning Home series, which began last summer with my U.S.A. Today bestseller, Hold on Tight.

I am having a fabulous time building Jake and Mira’s world and the wonderful cast of characters around them, and I can’t wait to introduce these two new soldier heroes to my fabulous readers.

Me:  Who would you say has been the biggest influence on your writing style, mentor wise?

Serena:  Before I started writing, I worshipped (from afar) Diana Gabaldon, Jenny Crusie, Nora Roberts, Julia Quinn, and Suzanne Brockmann. And I still love all of them. But once I started writing, I met a lot of amazing new writers, some of whom were at that point barely known in the market but who have since broken out. They include beta readers and critique partners, fellow writers at the Wonkomance blog, the authors who worked on the Strangers on the Train, Heating Up the Holidays, and Winter Rain collections with me, as well as the incredibly talented writers I’ve met on Twitter, through RWA and its chapters, and at conferences.


All that said, the woman who has had the absolute biggest influence on me is my mom, also a novelist. She gave me my first notebook, impressed her work ethic on me (she always wrote four hours, no matter what), and read—and praised—years of my novelistic attempts.

Turn up the Heat
By Serena Bell  
Second Chances, Book 1

Publisher:  Loveswept
Release Date: July 14, 2015
Genre:  Contemporary Romance
Length: 217 Pages
ISBN: 9781101883440
ASIN:   B00OEXM6VU



About the book: 

For readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery, USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell teases all five senses in this poignant, tantalizing novel of fantasies long hidden . . . and finally indulged.

Aspiring chef Lily McKee noticed Kincaid Graves the first time he walked into the dingy diner where she waits tables. With his ice-blue eyes and primal tattoos, his presence puts Lily on edge—and reminds her of all the unfulfilled longings she isn’t pursuing while she’s stuck in this dead-end job. Without a doubt, the man is dangerous to her long-term plans of leaving town and hiring on at a real kitchen—and yet, she hungers for him, if even for just a taste.


Kincaid didn’t come back to his coastal Oregon hometown looking for a good time or a good meal. The ex-con has a score to settle, old wrongs to set right. But Lily, equal parts innocence and insight, brings out an impulsive side of him he thought he’d left behind in the past. And it only takes one intense moment of weakness between them to make him consider the possibility of an entirely new future—and the promise of passion beyond either of their wildest dreams.

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“Dinner rush is just starting. You will be in ten minutes. Look, I’m not giving you a choice.”

“Of course you’re fucking not.”

The men glared at each other, then turned to her.

Lily knew better than to look like she was waiting for an invitation. She grabbed an order ticket and got to work.

Of course it was the ticket for Booth 9. Her mystery man. He’d ordered a burger.
She let herself wonder, just a little. If he’d do it. If he’d pin her, hold her, boss her, own her. Wondering wasn’t doing. There was no harm in wondering.

She’d told herself that after what had happened with Fallon, she needed to give herself space. She’d told herself: No men in Tierney Bay.  Do the job, make the money, get out.

The anger coiled now. The sense of betrayal.

Do the job, make the money, get out.

And yet, every time her mystery man came in here and she took in his size, the hewn-wood solidity of him, the ripple and surge of what he’d built under the surface of his skin like a barely contained threat, she wanted to rewrite the rules. And that was before he turned that cool blue gaze on her, stripped her to the skin and then barer still, and dared her something she didn’t have a name for.

She’d promised herself. And in her head, she’d promised her mother and her sister, who had given up so much for her.

And her father, who had given up everything.

So that meant she could wonder, but that was all.

But it wouldn’t be breaking the rules to cook for him. To grill him a burger and watch him eat it. She’d seen him eat a few times, like he was ravenous and barely restrained, but savoring every last nuance. Watching him eat would be only a consolation prize, but it would be a damn good one.

Unfortunately, she’d had a few of Tierney Bay Diner’s hamburgers, and they were nothing to write home about. That would dampen the fun of feeding him, for sure.

It would take her ten seconds, no more, to fix that.

A few chopped onions, minced garlic and parsley, Worcestershire sauce.

She dared a glance, and there he was. Icy-lake eyes, full lips, the slashes of cheek and jawbone, a day’s stubble. Not reading. Watching her.

They’d done this too many times for her to pretend they weren’t doing it. She looked right back at him, held his gaze, and heat flared in her, like the shimmer of air over the grill.

She oiled the grill and formed the patty, the sound of her hands loud as a slap in her mind but drowned by sizzle and the clang of metal and the god-awful eighties XM station playing on infinite loop.

In a few seconds she was flipping her own burgers with her left hand and clearing space for sausages with her right.

She brushed cooking oil on the grill—but someone had substituted lemon juice in her oil bottle and the whole thing caramelized in an instant.

Behind her, Hadley snickered.

Screw him. She scraped the grill clean, time wasted, and started over.

On his next pass, he knocked her elbow when she was salting, and she seared his forearm with a metal spatula she’d been heating on the grill for just that purpose.

He jumped a foot and his jaw tightened, but he half-grinned, too. He knew the score. It was every man for himself in the kitchen. Every woman, too.

She’d be poised for his next attack, but somehow, some way, she’d prove herself in here. 

This was how you did it.

Meantime, she wouldn’t let him distract her. Wouldn’t let him break her rhythm. The smack of patties on her latex palms, the swish of spatula against grill surface, the dance she was part of now as her brain tracked tickets and entrees, ingredients and subassemblies. What needed to be started and what needed to be finished.

Booth 9’s burger was up, and she watched it get delivered. He took a bite, then looked up from the burger and met her eyes. It was there: gratitude and worship, hot and dark as sex. Like no one had ever really fed him before.

She loved that. She couldn’t help her smile.

Someone stopped by his table, breaking her line of sight. Markos. He’d been moving around the diner, stopping to say hello to regular customers and to check on people to see if they were enjoying their meals. Markos and her mystery man began having an animated conversation, pointing to the burger. Removing the bun.

Shit.

A cold hand fisted in her stomach.

Markos left Booth 9 and headed straight for her. “See me in the storeroom.” Markos’s thick-featured face was angry, his voice low and mean. “Hadley, watch her station.”

She followed Markos into the storeroom.

“You messed with my food.”

“I—I—”

“We don’t put fucking onions and parsley in the hamburgers. Or anything fucking else.”

The real rage in his voice surprised her, set her back on her heels despite herself. “I was— Did he not like it?”

Because she knew he had. She’d seen him finish the last bite a moment ago and lick his fingers, which had sent a shiver of lust up her spine.

“That’s not the fucking point. You don’t mess with my food. You don’t try something new. I tell you what to cook, you cook it. Except you don’t, because it’ll be a frigid day in hell before I let you back in this kitchen. Get outta here. Go do what I hired you to do.”

He held out his hand and she shed her apron and hairnet and returned them to him.
She went back to the floor.

Tears stung behind her eyes, but she ordered them back. Be tough. Show no weakness.

Or as one of her favorite teachers—a woman—had once said, Pull on your big-girl panties and turn up the heat.

Author Info


USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell writes stories about how sex messes with your head, why smart people sometimes do stupid things, and how love can make it all better. She wrote her first steamy romance before she was old enough to understand what all the words meant and has been perfecting the art of hiding pages and screens from curious eyes ever since—a skill that’s particularly useful now that she’s the mother of two school-aged children.

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Release Blitz & #Giveaway for Lie To You by J.C. Valentine

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Welcome to my stop on the Release Blitz, presented by IndieSage Promotions, for Lie To You by J.C. Valentine.  Please leave a comment or question for J.C. to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway, for a $50 Amazon GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below

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LIE TO YOU 
Publication Date: July 7, 2015 
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About the book:  

Book #2 in the Forbidden series...

I thought he was the one. I thought we were headed someplace great. I didn't know anything. My mystery man is no longer such a mystery. He's still commanding and headstrong, playing my body and mind like an instrument, but I'm finding there are layers to him I never could have dreamed.

What I've learned since that fateful night in his apartment has me reeling. Now, though, the truth has taken a backstage to other, more pressing matters. While I struggle to make a choice that will determine the direction of my future, lies that I thought had been carefully hidden away are coming to light. My head is such a mess I don't know what's up or down anymore.

Will I be able to sort it all out, or will the life I've worked so hard to build come crashing down in a pile of secrets and lies?


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DANCE FOR ME 
Publication Date: April 7, 2015 
Genres: Contemporary, Romance 
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About the book:

WARNING: Dance for Me is the first book in a trilogy and ends with a cliffhanger. Due to mature material, it is recommended for ages 17+.


What if the person who stole your heart wasn't who you thought they were? When my parents passed away, I grew up fast. Learning to stand on my own two feet has been a challenge, but I'm making it... my way. I make no apologies for the path I've chosen. My choices have served me well, but no one knows the real me.

Except one man.

He's a mystery to me. He's controlling, demanding, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. Anything he wants, I'll give it to him. The hours we share together aren't about love. It's just sex. Hot, dirty, passionate sex. It was never supposed to be anything more than that. Until everything changed. 

Now, I'm more confused than ever. The more I learn about him, the less I seem to understand. What I do know is that I'm falling, and I have the feeling when I land, it's going to hurt.

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About J.C. Valentine

JC Valentine

USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own. She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.

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Monday, July 6, 2015

Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for To Tempt A Seal by Sara Jane Stone

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Tasty Book Tours, for To Tempt A Seal by Sara Jane Stone.  Please leave a comment or question for Sara to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow all of the stops on her tour by clicking on the banner above.  The more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.

To Tempt a SEAL
By Sara Jane Stone
Sin City SEAL’s, Book 1

Publisher:  Entangled Brazen 
Release Date:  June 30, 2015 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length:  162 Pages
ISBN:  9781633752931
ASIN:  B00Y7YF5HI



About the book: 

For the first time in her life, social worker Lucia Lewis is ready to live. And the masquerade ball in Las Vegas is just the place to find a ridiculously hot guy to complete her wicked to-do list. The only rule? Her elegant Venetian mask—which conceals the scars that have always held her back from the life she deserves—stays on.

Navy SEAL Cade Daniels heads to Vegas on a mission to keep his best friend's little sister out of trouble. Except the woman he’s sent to find is all heat and flame…and perfectly capable of handling herself. And him. But the moment Lucia's mask slips, the need to heal her, body and soul, is complete and absolute temptation.


But revealing himself could cost him the one thing he isn't willing to risk...his heart.

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“Don’t tell me you came for the artwork,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind her. She closed her eyes briefly, sucking in a sharp breath at the sound that seemingly had a direct line to the parts of her body craving male attention.

Wow, that was fast. Good job, dress.

“What else would I come for?” she replied without turning to face him.

“I don’t know about you, but my eye’s been on a table filled with chocolate five feet away,” the mystery man said.

Chocolate. She opened her eyes. Melt-in-your-mouth sugary goodness came a close second to orgasms on her list of wants.

“What kind of chocolate?” She kept her gaze fixed on the bold red brushstrokes running through the center of the first painting.

He chuckled. “I didn’t look too closely. Does it matter?”

“The details are always important.” Like if the man behind her filled out his suit with a body that promised to make her dreams for tonight a reality. “Milk chocolate tastes different from dark. Do they have fillings that melt in your mouth or ones that explode with flavor?”

She felt him move closer. His heat merging with hers. Without the mask, she might have caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, enough to know if the man matched the panty-melting voice.

“You like things that explode in your mouth?” he said, the words a low growl in her ear.

“Yes.” This man could read the phone book and leave her breathless and brimming with desire. But she wanted more than words tonight.

So she turned to face him.

And oh, God help her, she needed a taste of this man. Her lips refused to form the words “but I’m partial to caramel,” because one look and she was partial to him.

Mr. Panty-Melting Voice had a body that begged to be explored, worshipped, and painted. From his square jaw to the way he filled out his tuxedo, he looked as if he was auditioning to be the next James Bond. Maybe he was. This was Vegas, only a hop, skip, and a jump from Hollywood. And in her humble opinion, his short brown hair and green eyes were a lethal combination.

Move over, Daniel Craig...

“I’ve been watching you stare at those paintings for the last few minutes,” he said, his full lips offering a hint of a smile beneath his plain black mask. “Without even glancing at the chocolate fountain.”

“There’s a fountain?” She heard the note of longing in her voice. Chocolate, carbs—those had topped the list of diet no-no’s for the past six months. But tonight, everything was on the table.

“Yes. You might have noticed if you had moved from this spot. So I have to ask, are you waiting for your date? A boyfriend?”

“No.” Her breath caught on the one word. This man had to be someone—a movie star, a model, the perfect male specimen—he couldn’t be for her.

But the thought of walking away and finding another man to explore her fantasies? Impossible. In her mind, she would hear this stranger’s voice. She’d spend the next forty- eight hours craving the deep sound, wishing she could listen to him murmur sweet nothings in her ear as they acted out her fantasies—or even better, his fantasies. If she walked away from him now, she would spend every minute until sunrise wondering about his top four, though she had a feeling he didn’t carry around a pink Post-it note with his wicked desires spelled out.

 Author Info
After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream-writing romance novels. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very supportive real-life hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat. 

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