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Release Day Blitz! THE PLAYER by @DeniseMSwank

 

 

 

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Book two in the USA Today bestselling Wedding Pact
series. 
Divorce attorney Blair Hansen is convinced that marriage
should be based on practicality, not passion. But as her own wedding
approaches, she finds herself remembering her law school boyfriend, the only
man she’s ever loved, and regretting what might have been. Then a twist of fate
lands Garrett back in her life, and the man who loomed large in her past is
suddenly casting a shadow over her wedding, making her question everything. To
complicate matters further, the job she loves is in peril, and she can feel the
‘perfect’ life she’s fashioned for herself start to crumble under her feet.
Could everything she’s believed about life and love be wrong? 
Garrett Lowry is a divorce attorney who’s ready to settle
down. The problem is that he can’t find a woman who suits him nearly as well as
the one he loved and lost. He broke her heart by playing the field after their
break up—something he’s always regretted. But after months of pining for Blair,
Garrett stumbles across her in a freak coincidence—and then destiny keeps
throwing them together, the coincidences becoming ever more unlikely. He’s
convinced it’s a sign they should give their love a second chance, but Blair is
engaged to another man—a man who is absolutely wrong for her. 
Can Garrett convince Blair that a player once isn’t a player
forever, and that happy endings aren’t just for dreamers?
New York Times and
USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City,
Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a
nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the
course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and
smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick
Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own
her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you
believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and
the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within
two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to
perform many
unspeakable tasks.
 She has six
children and hasn’t lost her sanity.
Or so she leads you
to believe.
 
 
 
   The shock on Blair’s face matched his own surprise at
his out-of-nowhere declaration. 
   Nana Ruby was going to kill him. 
   He’d had no intention of laying claim to the ring,
and in truth, he could give a rat’s ass about it. But damned if he was going to
stand by and let his punk cousin marry Blair, let alone with that ring.
   Now, instead of diffusing the situation, he’d
ratcheted it up to Def-Con 1. Jesus, he had to get things under control. 
   “I won’t rip the ring off the bride-to-be’s hand, if
that’s what you concerned about,” he said, dropping Blair’s hand and trying to
control his racing heart. “We’ll wait for Nana to come tomorrow night. She can
help make the decision.”
   This brought on a new round of shouting and dismay.
Whiney Neil tossed out the phrase “you’re her favorite.” While that was
probably true, he doubted Nana could help him get the girl, which was his real
goal. That one was all on him. 
   Blair looked on in confusion, making it abundantly
clear they’d kept her in the dark about the questionable ownership of her ring.
But soon her bewilderment turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes at
him. 
   “It’s time for all of you to pay up,” his aunt said
shaking the plastic cat jar. “Blair, you got off easy this time. You only owe a
dollar. Neil, you owe two, and you, Gene Neilson Fredrick, must owe at least
five between the drinking and the cursing.”
   Uncle Gene and Aunt Debra had a stare off for several
seconds before Gene caved. He must have decided to choose his battles because
he dug out his wallet and sheepishly stuck a five-dollar bill into the jar.
Neil put in his money and Garrett handed over a dollar when Debra shoved the
jar in Blair’s direction. 
   His aunt scowled at him. “Surprisingly, you don’t owe
anything.”
   Garrett tucked his money into the jar and winked at
Blair. “Oh, this is for the bride. Call it an early wedding gift. But it this
is for cursing, as the label suggests, you owe some money yourself, Aunt
Debra.” His eyebrows rose with mock recrimination. 
   “And I do believe I need to have a discussion with my
mother about my true parentage. No one ever told me I was a bastard.”
   Debra’s face turned red, although Garrett couldn’t
tell if it was from 
embarrassment or anger. Probably both.
   He’d earned a scowl from Blair for donating the money
on her behalf, but now he could tell she was trying to hold back a grin.
    “That was an unfortunate loss of self-control.”
The woman’s face twisted into disgust as she pulled her wallet out of her purse
and pulled out one dollar. She screwed an indignant expression on her face.
“The Lowrys seem to bring out the worst in me.”
   Blair tipped her head, her eyes dancing with
mischief. “Actually, Debra, you owe two dollars. One for informing your nephew
of his illegitimacy and the second for spelling out the home of you know
who.” 
   Debra’s eyes widened in shock. 
   “Blair!” Neil cried out in horror. 
   Garrett knew the Fredricks liked to tiptoe around his
aunt’s self-righteous attitude. 
   He was glad to see Blair hadn’t kowtowed like the
rest of them.
   “You know who?” Garrett asked in amusement. He
couldn’t help but take pleasure in riling up his aunt and irritating his
cousin. Especially since Blair seemed to find Debra as obnoxious as he did.
“Dare I ask who that is?”
   Blair lifted her eyebrows. “Why, the prince of
darkness himself.”
   “Lord Voldemort?” Garrett teased, shooting his aunt
an amused look.
   She wasn’t so pleased. “Who is this Lord Voldemort
you keep talking about? Do we need to add him to the kitty list?”
   Garrett burst out into laughter. He was surprised his
aunt didn’t already know about the notorious villain. 
   “No, Mom,” Neil said. “He’s a character from a
children’s book, which explains why Garrett is so enthralled with him.”
   Garrett noticed he left Blair off the naughty list,
but it didn’t stop him from giving her a look of reproach. She glanced away,
trying to hide her grin. 
   So his Blair was still there, lurking below the prim
and proper exterior. Just like he’d found her years ago.
 
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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! BACK FOR SECONDS by Ginger Voight

 
 

 

***Novel Contains Mature Content***

 
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 Joely Morgan never expected to start
her life over again just months shy of the Big 4-0. But she didn’t expect her
husband to cheat on her either. She packs up her kids and heads home to Mom—who
happens to own the most popular restaurant in town. Joely immediately throws
herself into emotionally charged cooking, and her passion-infused sweets are an
instant hit.

Xander Davy, the much younger,
good-looking, smooth-talking restaurant manager, can’t help but notice the new,
attractive addition to his kitchen. The only problem, as he sees it, is that
she doesn’t seem to know how desirable she is. He quickly decides to remind
Joely what it means to feel like a sensual woman again.
Xander’s shameless pursuit makes Joely’s
soon-to-be ex rethink letting her go. He uses the children to try to get Joely
back, but their sixteen-year-old daughter has other plans. She’s fallen head
over heels with none other than Xander, who has his sights set firmly on her
mother.
In BACK FOR SECONDS, author Ginger
Voight serves up a heaping amount of sensuality and angst in a tale of sexual
and personal awakening, one that examines reclaiming womanhood no matter where
you are in life.
 
 

 

 
 
 

 

***Excerpt Contains Mature Content***

When she returned to the house, she met a delivery driver at the
door, who carried a large white box. “Miss Morgan?” he asked.
She fought the urge to correct him and say, “Mrs. Morgan,”
considering, like Xander and Novanna had said, that wasn’t who she was anymore.
“Yes,” she said as she approached. 
“Package for you,” he said as he handed it off. 
She fished a few dollars from her purse to tip the young man
before carrying the large parcel into the house and up the stairs. She didn’t
stop until she reached the bedroom, where she deposited the box onto her bed.
Before she could rip it open, her phone rang.
It was Xander.
“Good morning,” he crooned into her ear. 
“I assume you had something to do with this,” she said as she sat
on the bed next to her gift.
“Guilty as charged,” he admitted happily. “Open it.”
She put him on speakerphone before she lifted the top of the box
away and moved the tissue aside to reveal a silky black and lace dress. “Oh,
Xander,” she murmured as she withdrew it, revealing a flowing skirt, snug
bodice with a sweetheart neckline that dipped low in front. The wide straps
were made of lace and the style was much like the other 50s-inspired clothing
he’d selected for her. He clearly preferred retro glamour. “It’s lovely.”
“I’m glad you like it. I can’t wait until tonight so I can see you
in it.” She shivered in spite of herself. “There’s just one thing,” he
murmured. 
“What’s that?” 
“You’re not allowed to wear any underwear underneath it,” he said
in a voice so low it nearly made Joely groan out loud.
“Allowed?” she echoed.
“That’s right. No panties. No bra. Just you. When I hold you close
to me tonight at The Ranch, I want to know that I’m just a fine bit of silk
away from fxxxxxg you right there on that dance floor. And I want everyone else
to know it, too.”
“Xander,” she started, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Ah, ah,” he said, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m
the one in charge, remember? And you will be a good girl and do as you’re
told.”
She could barely breathe. “Okay.” 
“That’s not all,” he said. “I want you to drop off the kids
wearing this dress.”
Her heart nearly stopped. “Why?”
“I want him to see what he threw away.”
She made a face he couldn’t see. “He won’t care,” she said.
“Yes, he will,” Xander promised. “Because somewhere deep down
he’ll know that this weekend you belong to someone new.”
 
 
 
Ginger Voight is a
screenwriter and bestselling author with over twenty published titles in
fiction and nonfiction. She covers everything from travel to politics in
nonfiction, as well as romance, paranormal, and dark, “ripped from the
headlines” topics like Dirty Little Secrets.
 Ginger
discovered her love for writing in sixth grade, courtesy of a Halloween
assignment. From then on, writing became a place of solace, reflection, and
security. This was never more true than when she found herself homeless in L.A.
at the age of nineteen. There, she wrote her first novel, Chasing Thunder,
longhand on notebook paper, while living out of her car. Fittingly, this book
will be the first released through a traditional publisher in 2015.
 In 1995, after
she lost her nine-day-old son, she worked through her grief by writing the
story that would eventually become The Fullerton Family Saga.
 In 2011, she embarked
on a new journey—to publish romance novels starring heroines who look more like
the average American woman. These “Rubenesque” romances have
developed a following thanks to her bestselling Groupie series. Other titles,
such as the highly-rated New Adult series, Fierce, tap into the
“reality-TV” preoccupation in American entertainment, which gives her
contemporary stories a current, pop culture edge.

 

 Known for
writing gut-twisting angst, Ginger isn’t afraid to push the envelope with
characters who are perfectly imperfect. Whether rich, poor, sweet, selfish,
gay, straight, plus-size or svelte, her characters are beautifully flawed and
three-dimensional. They populate her lavish fictional landscapes and teach us
more about the real world in which we live simply through their interactions
with each other. Ginger’s goal with every book is to give the reader a little
bit more than they were expecting, told through stories they’ll never forget.


 
 
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COVER REVEAL! RYAN REVISITED by SAM DAVIS

 
Title: Ryan Revisited
Author: Sam Davis
Series: Standalone
Genre: NA Contemporary
Cover Artist: Damon from DAMONZA.com
Release Date: June 14th, 2015
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When
you don’t have any idea who you are, how do you decide who you want to be?
Who is Ryan Ester? The Southern-belle-in-training her estranged
father wants her to be? The laid-back Montana girl she became after her
parents’ divorce? Or someone she has to discover on her own?
When Ryan’s only shot at going to college is on her father’s dime,
Ryan leaves Bluffs, Montana to return to the antebellum South she once called
home. As if the move wasn’t hard enough, Ryan’s first love, who recently left
her a broken-hearted mess, has a scholarship to none other than Ryan’s
destination, the University of the South.
Ryan Ester may not know who she is, but she sure as heck knows who
she doesn’t want to become. As she tries to navigate scandal, heartache, and
the unbearable pressure to look and act perfect every waking second, she
resents being pushed by everyone who wants to decide for her. For the sake of
her own sanity and the hearts of those she cares most about, she will have to
find a way to forge her own path.
RYAN REVISITED is the story of a young woman’s search for
identity. For serenity. For the perfect landing spot for her aching heart.

 

Author’s Note: RYAN REVISITED is also suitable for Mature YA
readers as it does not contain graphic sexual situations.

 

 

Sam
Davis loves to write tucked away in her cave with a large sweet iced tea and
the occasional (grossly understated) chocolate vice. She lives in Texas now
with her hunky husband and three young daughters, but she was born in Georgia
and went to high school under the beautiful Big Sky of Montana. Due to Sam’s
nearly alarming obsessive personality and lack of gumption to act her age, she
spends too much time reading YA and NA books, watching the CW, using emoticons
and hashtags, shopping at Nordstrom BP, and writing anything and everything,
anywhere and everywhere. She loves to eat, Jillian Michaels (in that order),
Nutella, going to the movies, the written word, Jesus, Auburn football, Ron
Pope, Big Sky Country, and every kind of person.

 


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COVER REVEAL! SHATTER by Courtney Houston

 

 
Title: Shatter
Author: Courtney Houston
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Tentative Release Date: May 1st 2015
 
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I am going to do something that has never been done before.
 
My name is Telor Conway, and I am going to destroy Death. Bring her to her knees in front of me.
 
I don’t know how and I don’t know when.
 
The only thing I know for certain, is that nothing will come between me and my soul mate ever again.
 
I’ve been given a second chance at life, a life with Catalina. I’ve been given something worth fighting for.
 
I will fight for it, for her… for us. Even if it is the last thing I do.
 
I have thrown the gauntlet.
 
On your marks.
 
Get set.
 
Go.
 
 
 Courtney lives in Kentucky with her husband (Mr. Houston), her two boys (Emmett and Ellis), her two cats (Polly and Jed) and her 3 chickens. Legal Assistant by day and writer by 
night, Courtney enjoys pancakes, coffee, wine and the number 26. She’s a Leo, at least that’s what the tattoo on her back says.

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Release Day Blitz! BURNT DEVOTION by Rebecca Ethington

 

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Burnt
Devotion, Book 5 in the Imdalind Series. Dawn of Ash – the previously announced
book five has now been moved to book 6. Yes! An extra book. If you have been
waiting for the next installment of The Imdalind Series this is the book you
have been waiting for!
It was
supposed to be the final battle, the one to end Edmund’s line, his life, and
free the magic Edmund had taken from the world. That was how it was foreseen.
The end of the battle that has raged for centuries, unbeknownst to the mortals
around them, the battle that would end with Joclyn’s death.
But it did
neither.
The battle
still reigns, Joclyn still lives, and the sight that was given eight hundred
years ago is broken.
And it’s not
the only one.
Sights that
were once thought infallible have become nothing more than scattered glass,
with broken pieces shattering into incorrect visages. Sain clings to the magic
that he knows to be true, but there is something else, something that he is not
saying. And what he does say is no longer adding up.
Something is
wrong.
Ilyan and his
people move through the caves, following a sight they hope to be correct,
fleeing a battle that should have been the end while the battle within each of
them grows with each step.
Ryland fights
the monsters his father has infected him with.
Wynifred
fights the confusion of who she is.
Dramin fights
to live.
Prague may not
survive this battle, it may be ripped to shreds… or burned to ashes.
  Rebecca
Ethington is a story teller and author from Salt Lake City, Utah. She has been
telling stories since she was small. First, with writing crude scripts, and
then in stage with years of theatrical performances. Rebecca’s first stint into
the world of literary writing, The Imdalind Series, was released in October
2012 and since its release each book has been found in several top 100 lists on
Amazon. Rebecca is a mother to two, and wife to her best friend of 14 years.
Her days are spent writing, running, and enjoying life with her crazy family.
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COVER REVEAL! FROM ORIGINS by MARY TING

 

Title:
From Origins
Series:
Descendant Prophecies
Author:
Mary Ting
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Artist: Laura Hildago with Bookfabulous Designs

 Date: March 27th, 2015

  

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Skylar, Mason, and the other descendants embark a deadly quest
to the underworld to confront the evil Hades, who has been plotting to kill off
the descendants of all the gods. On this journey, they soon discover that
the ancient gods are not dead as once believed but are held captive in a secret
location. In order to save the world from destruction at the hands of
Hephaestus, the descendants must set out on a crusade to rescue the
gods. In the process, Skylar learns more about her bloodline and her
powers, but there is also a heavy price to pay. The darkest forces known to man
are about to return to reclaim their stolen kingdom.
 
 
 
 
Seeing nothing but darkness through door one heightened my
awareness, and the mist that slowly crept out like thin layer of clouds,
spreading and covering our feet, brought another level of fright. The ground
started to shake, then a sound like thunder boomed, getting louder…louder…until
it sounded more like a stampede.
My imagination got the best of me as I
envision buffaloes charging for us. Roaring sounds burst in the air when a
dozen of the Cerberuses tried to charge through at once. I would have preferred
the buffaloes, but instead, we got Hades’s guard dogs.
Their glowing red eyes were what I saw
first, then their vampire like teeth, and last three heads to a body. With
serpent’s heads on the tips of their tales and lion like claws, they looked
like they could rip us to shreds as they dashed for us as if we were a gourmet
meal.
“Cerberus. I should have guessed.” Zara
quaked, standing next to Tara. Extending both of their arms up, they were
creating a shied. Blazing light engulfed us.

 

“You should have guessed sooner, but I
don’t think it would have mattered.” Nick’s eyes glowed, ready to fight. “Here
puppy, puppy. Let’s play.”
 
 
International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in
Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting
and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by
chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and
inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new
adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to
write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic
Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No
Bullies Allowed.
 
 
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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! WITHIN MY GRASP by JOCELYN STOVER

 
 
 
 
Zafir doesn’t believe the higher powers that exist give a damn about any of us, and he sure as hell doesn’t pray. The forgiveness he’s found for the sins in his past haven’t come from above but from the fatherless child he rescued. On a mission to destroy the remaining Sylph that had a hand in the death of David’s mother, Z and the Wanderers stumble upon a nasty plot over a generation in the making. As the enemy brings the battle to them David develops a potent new ability that threatens his very sanity. Fighting a war with his hands tied, Z is forced to turn to the one place he never imagined to help the boy he once saved: his knees. He seeks nothing more than the strength to finish the mission he started when he brought his son home. And God help anyone who tries to stand in his way…
 
 
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Prologue
I laugh as the late night host
takes a jab at the guest on his show and I settle back on 
the sofa. Using the thick ring
I wear I pop the top off the cold beer I’ve just retrieved from the fridge
and take a long swig. I’m not really one for jewelry but over time I’ve
grown accustomed to the heavy band and some of its finer functions, like
how it doubles as a bottle opener quite nicely. With a flick of my wrist I
toss the cap on the coffee table and try to focus on the television, but I
struggle. I’m tired. It’s nothing new; I can’t remember the last time I
wasn’t exhausted. Had to be before David, I surmise. Surely I’d slept better
before the little monster latched onto me? 
As my thoughts shift toward the
child I mute the television and turn toward the closed 
door across the apartment,
behind which he lies sleeping. My keen Wanderer hearing 
doesn’t detect anything amiss,
in fact it doesn’t detect anything at all, causing the hairs on the back
of my neck to stand on end. A paralyzing fear snakes its way through my
stomach and before I can think twice I’m off the sofa. Mother’s
instinct…that’s how one of the women at the M.O.P.S. (Mothers of
Preschoolers) group I’d been going to had described it. At the time I’d
thought she was nuts and had almost let her know, using very specific terminology
that there was no fucking way I was plagued by some feminine sixth sense. Then
I remembered that they all thought I was a woman, thanks to a little mental
tampering on my part so I could fit in. Looking at it in that context her
assessment wasn’t so offensive, I decided. Still I’d Googled that shit
when I got home only to discover she’d been spot on. The unexplainable
feelings of dread that I sometimes get are apparently frequent in mothers 
In a flash I’m barreling
through David’s door with no consideration for the sleeping 
occupant. I can feel a light
breeze from the window that I don’t remember leaving open and panicking I
flip on a light. I run to the bed and yank back the covers that I find nothing
out of the ordinary despite already knowing something is very, very wrong.
“David?” I yell. Sweat beads on
my forehead as my eyes dart from the empty bed to the 
fluttering curtains and lock on
to the malevolent grin and dark luminescent eyes floating in the shadows.
I lunge for the Sylph calmly hovering mere inches beyond the window sill.
“David,” he says, mimicking my
cry with mocking humor. Before I can get my hands 
on him he dissipates, leaving
tufts of bright smoke that swiftly extinguish before my eyes.
“David!” I bellow again,
fingers dug so tightly into the window frame that it cracks. I 
clutch at my chest and spin
about disoriented; it’s difficult to think. I have to move, I   have to find
him. My battle-ready body responds to the simple command and all higher
reasoning checks out. I leap through the window into the night; it’s time
to hunt.

 

 
Jocelyn resides in sunny California with her husband, who keeps her sane, and her four beautiful children. When not writing she’s either running to decompress or outside soaking up the sunshine.
 
 
 
 
 
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