Thursday, September 18, 2014

Book Blast & Giveaway for Winterkill by P.H. Turner


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A beautiful reporter and a charming rancher are caught in a web of mayhem, murder…and lust.

Reporter Sawyer Cahill returns home to Cheyenne, Wyoming to report for the local station. But leaving behind the coverage of the gangland murders of San Antonio only lands her smack in the middle of the ritualistic animal mutilations. Harassed and threatened by the freak behind the bizarre murders, Sawyer plunges into her investigation, reaping the attentions of two local ranchers.

Local rancher, Jake Spooner, tangles with a tug of war relationship with Sawyer. Tormented between his smoldering desire for Sawyer and his wish to keep her safe, their passion flames in a mountain snow storm.







I met him for happy hour at the Yella Feather bar over on the south side about 5:30 on a hot August evening. He was dead by 6:15. Ours was a short relationship.

            Lieutenant Deaver was one of the old guys with the San Antonio PD. He strolled in with the coroner, finding me where the first responder had put me. Over in a corner holding up a yellowed wall that reeked with years of stale nicotine.

            “You okay?” Deaver asked.

            “Yeah, think so.” I took a weak swallow of warm Coke.

            “What happened?” He pulled out a rickety chair and sat down.

            I slumped into a seat beside him. “I didn’t see the killer. My back was to the door when I heard the sound of a round chambered. Right in front me—Rodriguez was talking to me—a small, round hole drilled into his forehead. I heard the door bang shut and a car squeal off, but by the time I made it outside there was nothing to see and only cordite to smell.”

            I looked around the bar, broken-down scarred tabletops, wobbly chairs, flaking vinyl floors with duct tape covering the cracks. The stink of disinfectant and stale grease mingled with gun smoke. Helluva place for a kid to die.

            “How long you known him, Cahill?” Deaver asked softly.

            “I’d say about forty-five minutes, give or take.”

            He scratched his left armpit, his face screwed into thought.          “What were you doing with Rodriguez? Source of yours?” 







Teaching and shooting news and documentaries took me to work on the East and West coasts, the Midwest and an island in the Gulf of Mexico. Born a fourth generation Texan, I live in Austin with an energetic mutt that waits patiently every day for me to come home and write.




Book Blast & Giveaway for Stay With Me by Layna Pimentel



Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Book Tour, presented by Shades of Rose Media, for Stay With Me by Layna Pimentel.  Please leave a comment or question for Layna to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below. 

Stay With Me
By Layna Pimentel

Publisher:  Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: December 24, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Length: 65 Pages
ISBN: 9781631050244
ASIN:  B00HLRD822




About the book:  


Master Alex is furious when a friend’s submissive invites a naive stranger to his party. With his reputation on the line, he must keep her out of trouble and away from curious Doms. Observing signs of interest from her, he leads her down the path of wicked temptations. However, when his ex-sub pushes her way back into his life, he tries to find a balance between his discreet life and his public one.

Mercedes is fearful of the world she’s stepped into, but the curiosity of what pleasures lie beyond keep her interested in far more than the play. All is going well until a jealous woman convinces her she’s out of her league. Desperate to regain control over her life and heart, she pushes Alex away.

Will these two manage to find their way to each other, or is their relationship doomed from the moment they meet?






Mercedes popped an eye open to see the candle nearly burnt out. I don’t remember lighting this last night. Oh! The weight of a large arm wrapped around her, and the sheet hung off the edge of the bed. Alex! He spent the night.

He groaned into her ear as she adjusted her position. As she did so, there was a knock at her door. Mercedes gently lifted his arm and rolled out bed, grabbing her silk robe from behind the bedroom door and glancing at the time on the digital box, which read eight-o’clock.

Who the hell could be visiting so early? She’d paid the landlord three months in advance, and she hadn’t really met anyone to expect house calls.

From behind the door she called out “Who is it?”

“It’s me, dummy. Poppy and Brian.”

Shit. What now? “Poppy, it’s not really a good time. I was sleeping.”

“Just open the damned door. We won’t take up too much of your time. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Mercedes sighed. Reluctantly, she did as she was asked, and they made their way inside. “I’m sorry I don’t have any coffee, guys. I haven’t even been here long enough to go grocery shopping.”

“That’s all right, sugar. We only stopped in to see how you were holding up after last night,” Brian spoke up.

“I’m fine. Really. Though it was a shocker that Poppy would even think to invite me. But, as you can see, I made it home safe and sound, eventually.”

Never mind the fact that she had walked into a sick joke by Alex’s ex-sub—or whatever the heck she was called—Mercedes wouldn’t forget last night any time soon. The moment she had a chance to take up the issue with Poppy, she would. But not until they were alone.

As she sat across from her company in the armchair, Mercedes clenched her butt cheeks and relaxed them. She couldn’t get comfortable with the damned plug in her ass, and squirming or pouting wasn’t going to make it go away any time soon. Shoot! I forgot that was still there. “Is there any reason why this conversation couldn’t have waited ’til a more decent hour? Christ! It’s Saturday, and I had a long night, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Brian smirked and peered around her to look on the dining room table where Alex had left his jacket. “You never told us you had company.”

“Well, that’s because you never asked. Last I checked, I didn’t realize I had to inform you.”

He snorted, patting Poppy on the knee. “You’re a cheeky one. I can see why you and Poppy get along so well. We’ll be on our way.”

“So soon? I thought we might all go out for breakfast,” Alex announced from the bedroom door, wrapped in nothing but the bed sheet.

Mercedes flushed like a child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Great. Now, everyone knows the kind of things we’ve been doing together.

“Christ, Mercedes. There’s no need to be shy. We’re all adults here. Now, come in here and get dressed so we can go out for some food. After that, I’ll take you to the grocery store.” Alex nodded to his friend. “Brian, how about you and Poppy meet us at Alessandro’s family diner?”

Mercedes was so embarrassed by the chance meeting between her friends and lover that she couldn’t meet his eye. I can’t believe he just did that. He might as well have stood there naked. Mmm…now there’s a thought.

Alex prancing around her apartment in the nude made for perfect entertainment. Who needed art to hang on the walls, when one swift look at his impeccably well-kept form was pleasurable enough? Just how did I get so lucky? If someone would have told her a week ago, that she’d move back to her hometown and find herself in the arms of a handsome, built, and uber sexy gentleman, she would have called them a liar.

She wasn’t exactly the perfect zero, or whatever the preferred size of women was these days. She was a healthy size twelve, with large boobs and a generously curvy butt.

For years, she had struggled with weight loss and trying to keep up with the social norm. But no matter what fitness center she joined, or fad diet she tried, her svelte body always came back. She’d practically given up thinking that anyone would accept her body for what it was. That is, until now.

Ugh. Must think positive thoughts. Alex…naked…

She imagined reaching forward and yanking the sheet from his body. Damn. Today is shaping up to be a good one.




Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway for A Seductive Melody by Crista McHugh


Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Book Tour, presented by Tasty Virtual Book Tours, for A Seductive Melody by Crista McHugh.  Please leave a comment or question for Christa to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tour wide giveaway, for a $20 Amazon GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow the rest of the tour here, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.

A Seductive Melody
By Crista McHugh
Kelly Brothers Series, Book 5

Publisher:  Christa McHugh
Release Date: September 15, 2014
Genre; Contemporary Romance
Length; 226 Pages
ISBN:  9781940559810
ASIN:  B00MTB6CXC





About the book:  

She has the scoop of a lifetime, but only if she betrays his trust…

Ethan Kelly lost his best friend and bandmate to an overdose, but staying clean is proving harder than he thought it would be. His only safety net during his first weeks of sobriety is fellow recovering addict, Becca. As she guides him through the darkness, he begins to trust her not only with his secrets, but also his heart.

After years of trying to be the daughter her socialite parents wanted her to be (and failing miserably), Rebecca Shore finally has her life on track. Sure, she’s just an assistant at Moderne magazine when she’d rather be pursuing more serious journalism, but it’s a foot in the door. She’s just waiting for the scoop of a lifetime that will take her to the next level. But when she’s asked to help the reclusive and enigmatic rock star, her heart is torn between the career she’s always wanted and the man who bares his soul to her.


EXCERPT

“Gary personally asked me help this guy because he thought I would know best where he was coming from.”

Ari pushed off the wall, her worry changing into curiosity. “What is he? Some kind of Wall Street broker?”

“Not even close.” Everything about Ethan screamed bad boy, from the tattoos peeking out from under his shirtsleeves to the way he tore down the street on his bike. “But I have to trust Gary’s judgment and see where it goes.”

“I saw that look.” Ari flipped the dishwasher closed and moved to within a few inches of her, bumping hips with her. “You think he’s hot.”

Becca’s cheeks heated as she wrapped up the leftover pizza. She remembered all the little details about him with heart-jolting clarity. The heat from his body. The scent that rose from his skin. The air of pure masculinity that surrounded him. 

“He’s not bad looking.”

“Uh-huh,” Ari drawled, following close behind her. Ari wasn’t going to leave her alone until she’d reported everything she could about Ethan.

Time to call uncle or I’ll never hear the end of it. “What do you want to know?”

“What was he wearing?”

“Worn jeans that clung in all the right places, white T-shirt with an open red button-down shirt over it, black leather boots.”

“Ass?”

The heat from her cheeks flowed lower to the pit of her stomach. “Nice and tight.”

“Eyes?”

“Gray.” And angry, like thunderclouds.

“Hair?”

“It looked black.”

“What do you mean, it looked black? Was he wearing a hat or something?”

Becca shook her head. “It was really short, like he’d just shaved it all off recently.”

“Ew!” Ari wrinkled her nose and backed away. “Is he going bald or something?”

“Not that I could tell.” In fact, she’d wanted to run her hands over the thick, dark stubble.

“Then is he like some G.I. Joe wanna-be?”

“Nope.” She put the pizza in the fridge and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her friend behind.

But Ari wouldn’t let up that easily. “Oh, I see it now. Let me guess. Tattoos?”

“Yep.”

“Piercings?”

“Nope.”

“Motorcycle?”

“Ducati Streetfighter 848.”
Ari’s pale blond ponytail whipped her in the face as she shook her head. “No way, Becca. He’s got ‘stay away’ written all over him.”

“I know, but that’s what makes him so fascinating.” But it was more than the “angry at the world to cover up the pain” vibe she’d seen in his eyes. She couldn’t 
shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere.

“Your dad would have a stroke if you brought him home for dinner.”

“Precisely, which is why he’ll remain forbidden fruit as far as the romance department goes. Besides, I’m just going to help initiate him into the program until he has his own sponsor—someone he can call when he’s in a crisis.”

“And what if that crisis is a desperate need for a hookup?”

“Please, I do have some integrity. The guy looks like he’s trying hard just to stay clean, and there’s a reason why relationships are a no-no this early in the recovery process.” But if she’d met him at a club, she’d have no problem hooking up with him. Ethan got her pulse racing in all the right ways. Dark, dangerous, and mysterious. She couldn’t wait to unravel his story.

That is, if he ever trusted her enough to share it.

 About the Author


Crista McHugh is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY BESTSELLING author of fantasy and romance with heroines who are smart, sexy, and anything but ordinary. She currently lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children, maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues to pursue writing on nights and weekends.






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Release Week Spotlight & Giveaway for Wildcard, Volume 2 by Missy Johnson

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Publication Date: September 4, 2014

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I’m so fucking pissed off that she would do this to me. I really thought we had something, but instead, I’m left feeling like an idiot. All I want to do is go back home and forget the last few weeks ever happened, but I’m stuck in this stupid country teaching tennis to spoiled rich kids who care less about playing than I do. All I want to do is forget about her. But things are never that easy, are they?


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About Missy Johnson

1896848_800742533275720_2068241805_nMissy 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.


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