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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! GRANTED WISHES by TANYA VOUGHT

 

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Granted Wishes

By Tanya Vought

Publisher: Booktrope

Published: February 23, 2015

Genre: Romance

Synopsis

A decision that will change her life forever.

After the loss of her husband, Gracelynn Calhoun has struggled with her life and career. Forced to take a four week vacation or be fired from her job, she surprises everyone including herself and agrees to the vacation.

The owner of Antonetti Suites, Giovanni works hard and doesn’t have time for relationships or love. That is until he literally crashes into Gracelynn. She brings back all the feelings he thought he would never feel again.

With the odds stacked against them in every way possible, will they forge ahead together or will this be the end of the road for their newfound love? Will the whispers from above bring them together or will misunderstandings ruin what could be an amazing second chance at love?

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Tanya Vought is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading, writing, singing and doing crafts with her children. What started as a lifelong dream became reality. She’s overjoyed that readers will get to read her debut, Granted Wishes. She loves her characters sexy and sassy. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two amazing and imaginative children.

 

Book Excerpt

“Wow. You’re a vision, you know that?” He practically drools all over. She wears a pair of blue jeans and a low cut green sweater with a white scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hair is up, and she wears light make up.

She chuckles. “Like what you see?” She smirks at him, daunting him. The little vixen can come out and play when she wants and he is enjoying this side of the sexy Gracelynn.

He decides to play dirty himself. “Want to see how happy I am to see you?” He smirks back at her. “Let’s make a wager, shall we?” he asks competitively.

She grins at him. She intently twirls a strand of her hair that she left down by her face between her fingers, licks her lips and stares at him. She looks him up and down, making him even more drawn to her.

He gulps. The damn vixen knows how to play dirty.

“Well, what is the wager? Because if it is staring at each other all night, I could do that and then some.”

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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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RELEASE DAY BLITZ & GIVEAWAY! ELLA’S LOVE by Jasmine Lee

 

Title: Ella’s Love
Author: Jasmine Lee
Genre: Contemporary
Release Date: February 4, 2015
Cover Design: Sheri McGathy
Models: TJ (Front) & Donna Jo Petty-Kitchens (Back)
Photographers: Amber & Tabitha Patterson

 

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SYNOPSIS:

A chance meeting years ago.

Another chance meeting one night followed by a passionate kiss.

A final chance meeting in an ER.
Followed by the most horrible first date ever.
That might just be the best first date ever.

Newly divorced Marcus, Lead singer of a Heavy Metal band.
Never dreamed he’d find love ever again.

Single mom Ella, knows she may never have her own HEA.
Not when she has more than the normal baggage.

What follows, neither expected.
How much is Marcus willing to sacrifice to be with Ella?
Can Ella open her heart, knowing she may never truly find her happy ending?

 

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I put my phone in my pocket, standing up. I watch as Ella gets out, and she opens the back door. Her little boy gets out, holding a bag of food. He starts walking toward the house but stops when he sees me.
“Hey, little man. My name’s Marcus. What’s yours?” I kneel down to his level. He stands there and stares at me.
Ella comes up behind him. “It’s okay. You can talk to him. He’s mama’s friend.”
She raises her eyes up to me and grins.
I return my attention back to him, and he narrows his eyes.
“I’m Tyler. I’m four years old. Mama is twenty-four. How old are you?”
I smile as I answer, “I’m twenty-nine. Is it okay if I hang out with you and your mom?”
He shrugs, glancing up at Ella. “You have to ask Mama. She’s the Mama,” he says in all seriousness.
I nod, glancing to Ella. She’s smiling also.
“So what do you say, Ella? Can I hang out with you two tonight?”
“Sure,” she steps up to the porch to unlock the door.

 

 

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Hey everyone! My name Jasmine and I live in East Texas in a small town. I would love to tell you this great adventure about myself but it wouldn’t be true so I’ll stick with the boring version.
Born and raised in a small town; growing up I was more of the loaner then anything. Never dated the guy of my dreams.

But I grew up & married the perfect guy for me!

I write mainly for the fun of it & it’s my stress reliever!


 



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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! THE COMMITMENT TEST by Amanda Aksel

 

 

 

The Commitment Test

(The Marin Test Series: Book Two)

Release Date: February 4th, 2015

Publisher: Elephantine Publishing

Genre: Women’s Fiction

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Synopsis:

When a Valentine’s Day proposal doesn’t come with an engagement ring, Marin Johns begins to wonder if she and James will ever get married. As her closest friends begin to move forward with their lives, she refuses to be left behind.

 

Hope is restored as she devises a plan to get James down on one knee by becoming the ideal mate. Everything seems to fall into place until her college boyfriend resurfaces after a decade with his own ideas about their future. Will Marin be forced to choose between the man of her dreams and the diamond ring she’s always dreamed of?

 

Amanda Aksel Bio

Amanda Aksel is an author with an affinity for love. Becoming a couples therapist was her “backup” career, and after completing her BA in Psychology she was on her way to solving love’s most complicated quandaries one couple at a time. Now she plans to solve love’s most complicated quandaries one novel at a time.

 

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! SNAKE EYES (The Masks Series Book 3) by MELISSA PEARL

Snake Eyes
By Melissa Pearl
RELEASE DAY BLITZ
January 30, 2015
Caitlyn Davis expects
her sophomore year at UCLA to be perfect…until she walks into her dorm room
to find Special Agent Zoey Kaplan of the FBI waiting for her. In that instant,
she knows her idyllic year with new best friends, Nicole and Dale, along with
her super hot boyfriend, Eric, is about to fall apart.
Having been forced to
work with the FBI months earlier, Caity accidentally gave away her special
ability to read people’s emotions and know whether they were telling the truth.
Now, Kaplan wants Caity to go undercover again for a secret operation that will
bring her close to the sadistic Diego Mendez, a man believed to be involved in
human trafficking.
Eric Shore is not a
man who trusts easily. Having been burned multiple times, it’s hard for him to
open up completely, but his love for Caity makes him want to try. Yet, her
sudden withdrawal worries him, particularly when she chooses to spend time with
her new roommate, Quella Mendez, over him. When Caity’s behavior begins to
match that of her wild roommate, Eric wonders if their relationship is as
strong as he believed.
As Caity struggles to
maintain her relationship and do her job, she finds herself pulled further into
a dangerous world that could take away everything she holds dear. Will Eric
learn the truth in time to save her? Or will the man with the eyes of a snake
destroy their perfect romance?
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~*~ABOUT THIS LITERARY CHEF~*~
Melissa Pearl was
born in Auckland, New Zealand, but has spent much of her life abroad, living in
countries such as Jordan, Cyprus and Pakistan… not to mention a nine month
road trip around North America with her husband. “Best. Year. Ever!!”
She now lives in China with her husband and two sons. She is a trained
elementary teacher, but writing is her passion. Since becoming a full time
mother she has had the opportunity to pursue this dream and her debut novel hit
the internet in November 2011. Since then she has continued to produce a steady
stream of books, ranging in genres from Fantasy to Contemporary Romance. She
loves the variety and is excited about the books she has coming up in 2015.
“I am passionate
about writing. It stirs a fire in my soul that I never knew I had. I want to be
the best writer I can possibly be and transport my readers into another world
where they can laugh, cry and fall in love.”

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! TRYST by ARIE LANE

Release Date: January 6th
 
SYNOPSIS

Bentley Celeste has everything to lose, literally. On a night she should have been celebrating, her world came crashing down. Left with no other choice, she ran for her life and has been hiding ever since.

The day Tristan turned into a teenager his whole life changed. Faced with the reality that his father was more of a child than he was, Tristan chose to forego the rest of his childhood and become an adult.

Both have secrets that could destroy the fragile foundation that Tristan fights hard to build. But what happens when the very secrets you are hiding are the very ties that will either bind or break you? Can Bentley stop running long enough to let someone in? Can Tristan start believing that not everyone he loves is destined to abandon him?

 
***WARNING***
This book is intended for 18+ due to strong language, violent scenarios, and sexual content. 
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Tryst By Arie Lane Copyright 2014



Prologue



I have been through a living hell. I lost my sister to a stalker who to this day, refuses to say where she is buried. I lost my father to his best friend Jim Beam, and my mother, well I never had her. Sure she was there. My darling mommy created the hell I endured every day.



For as long as I can remember the woman hated me. She enjoyed finding new ways to try and break me. The earliest recollection I have of the woman is her humiliating me.



My twin Cora and I were celebrating our fourth birthday. Cora insisted she had to have a Cinderella party. I wasn’t much into princesses but my opinion hardly mattered when it came to Cora’s demands. So of course my mother thought this idea was brilliant. There was a small consolation though. Mom said we could both be Cinderella. Cora threw such a fit at the idea she wasn’t going to be the only princess. That is until she saw our outfits. Cora’s was a beautiful blue dress, a Swarovski crystal crown, and mother even had glass slippers custom made for her. When it came time for me to put on my dress, turned out it wasn’t a dress at all. It was rags, dirty filthy rags. I was the standing joke of the party. That was the start to a long painful childhood.



I tried to avoid my mother’s wrath as much as possible, even if Cora made it her life’s mission to see me miserable. I guess she didn’t like having a twin any more than my mother liked having a second daughter. My mother’s temper hit a boiling point when I was six. We were at a fair and Cora had kicked the dirty water from a mud puddle up at me. It was the first time my mother didn’t scream at me and Cora wasn’t too thrilled she hadn’t succeeded. She always went out of her way to make sure I got in trouble, so since her antics didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she tripped me. I landed face first in the mud puddle destroying my Sunday dress. When I stood back up, our mother was furious. It was the first time she’d hit me hard enough to leave a mark. I had her hand imprinted across my cheek until the next morning.



 After demanding that I bathe as soon as we got home, she ran a bath for me. I thought maybe her anger had lessened. She seemed calmer during the trip home.  That was until I realized she ran the bath with water that was just a few degrees shy of boiling. She pushed me and the ruined dress I was still wearing into the water. I thought she had left me alone, so I tried to add some cold water to the tub. I never got the chance before she came back in and poured some kind of cleaner into the bath water and told me to scrub. The cleaner was harsh and it left my body covered in blisters.



 Once she left the room again I thought it was safe to wash the mud from my hair. Lying back in the tub to try and wash the mud away, I opened my eyes to my mother hovering above me. The next thing I knew she was holding me under the water, trying to drown me. I must have had a guardian angel that night because somehow I slipped out of her grip and bolted through the door leaving water everywhere.

I don’t recall what I was spanked with that night, but I remember I could hardly walk for two days. That was around the same time I started shutting myself away. It was when I came to the conclusion, I was the only person who I would ever be able to rely on. The only person who would ever know the full truth of what my mother was capable of. Many nights I suffered her wrath, both verbally and physically. This became the pattern of my life, abuse and degradation.



Teachers often saw marks, but usually overlooked them. Even when they did ask, nothing ever came of it, aside from making my mother even angrier. Because of that, I learned early on not to tattle. No one ever believed me over her, especially not when Cora was standing by her side, the image of perfection. Everyone began to believe I was hurting myself for attention. The fucked up part was the more she hated me, the harder I tried to make her love me.



 I was never good enough though. It didn’t matter that I had perfect grades. It didn’t matter how many people congratulated her on what a bright, well-mannered daughter she had. No, the only thing that mattered was that I couldn’t bring her into the limelight. That’s what she had Cora for. Beautiful spell-binding Cora who could spin a web of the most beautiful lies and you would become entrapped in every one of them. Cora was the only person I think Darla Celeste ever gave a shit about, other than herself. But then Cora was her ticket to stardom. She planned to ride the heels of Cora’s modeling career straight to the top, while I continued to live my life in solitude, consumed by my studies.



October 25, 2007, the day my life officially came to an end. Cora had been missing for several months, and any hope of finding her or her body had dwindled to nothing. The police charged a man that had been seen following her around, and who later was identified as her stalker. She had never mentioned a stalker to me. For the first time in my life I had my sister, we had grown close during my final year in school and the months thereafter. It was nice to have her there, even for that short while. The police questioned the man extensively, but he refused to admit to killing her. He was charged with kidnapping, obstruction and aggravated stalking. He took a plea deal to serve out a five year sentence.



 The day we laid my sister’s empty coffin into the ground something inside my mother broke. She had always been abusive and hostile. But her obsession with me had turned to something brutal and deadly. Standing in the kitchen after the funeral cleaning up the mess created by all of the comings and goings of people giving condolences, my mother’s sanity snapped. It could be it was never there in the first place. To this day, I can still taste the chemicals she laced the plastic bag with, although they never found the object she used to try knocking me out with. Whatever it was it left me with a small concussion, and a fractured skull.



If my best friend, Dante, hadn’t talked me into taking self-defense classes with him, I’d likely be dead.  Darla Celeste has a good seven inches on my frame, so getting the bag over my head was the easy part. I fought back like hell though as she tried to tighten the bag around my neck hoping if she couldn’t suffocate me, she’d be able to strangle me instead.



It was the first time I ever filed a police report against my mother for her abuse. Even that didn’t accomplish anything other than building her rage. She convinced a psychiatrist she was suffering from P.T.S.D. because of my sister’s disappearance and she couldn’t recognize me in that moment and was trying to defend herself. It was complete bullshit, but just like every other time, they bought the lies as if she was incapable of telling anything other than the truth.





 It was in those moments my mother prepared me for a life of misery. It was in those moments I felt I would either live my life hidden away or die in whatever heinous fashion my mother would deem most appropriate to garner the most media attention. Darla had decided if she didn’t have Cora’s coattails to ride her claim to fame, that the loss of her surviving daughter would be devastating enough to garner her enough media attention and sympathy to throw her into the spotlight. But she didn’t just want my disappearance and death, she wanted it in a media frenzied circus. She wanted a horrific spectacle that would launch her to the top of her social circle, no matter what the cost. My mother was nothing if not a whore, and she was willing to trade my life for her 15 minutes of fame.



I chose to hide away from everyone. My only solace the knowledge that if I was alone, no one could ever hurt me. If nothing else, my life had prepared me for pain and misery. It had prepared me for all the great disappointments I endured.



Nothing in my life though, could have prepared me for him. I was at a loss when it came to the man who would wreck the safe little life I had built for myself. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever conjured up a man like Tristan.



People say there is nothing in life that comes your way that you can’t handle. Well I call bullshit, because those people have never met Tristan Reece, with his sexy smirk and hotter than hell body. No one could ever be prepared for the confidence and sexual prowess that man oozes. Of course by no one I mean me, an average in every kind of way woman, who somehow becomes the bulls-eye on his target.

 
 
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Arie Lane is an avid reader and stay at home mom to two beautiful little boys. When not writing or chasing them around she is usually catching up with other Indie authors and constantly keeping up with new blogs.
She loves to connect with people and is proud that she finally had the courage to put some of her crazy thoughts into written words. From the time she started reading her nose was always stuck in a book and she’s couldn’t be happier that now she’s encouraging others to get their noses stuck also. Even if her readers are of the +18 variety.


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RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY! ALARM by SHAY SAVAGE

Title: Alarm
by: Shay Savage
Publication Date: December 8, 2014
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Synopsis

Chloe’s life is safe and comfortable. Meeting a tall, dark stranger covered in tattoos is not in her plans. Bad boys just aren’t her type, even if they gorgeous and built like a brick wall. The alarms in her head warn that Aiden Hunter is definitely on the list of men her mother told her to avoid, but she doesn’t listen.

Still, she finds herself drawn to Aiden and the excitement she is missing in her own life. He fills her days with thrills and danger, and her nights with passion she’s never experienced before. Even though she knows he’s hiding something from her, Chloe pushes away her concerns and dives into this new way of living.
Near the beach in Miami, Aiden teaches her to live life to the fullest as Chloe battles the internal warning bells that tell her to be wary. By the time she realizes her fears may be justified, it’s too late.Aiden’s past is catching up to him, but is he the hunter or the hunted?

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Shay_SavageAlways looking for a storyline and characters who fall outside the norm, Shay Savage’s tales have a habit of evoking some extreme emotions from fans. She prides herself on plots that are unpredictable and loves to hear it when a story doesn’t take the path assumed by her readers. With a strong interest in psychology, Shay loves to delve into the dark recesses of her character’s brains–and there is definitely some darkness to be found! Though the journey is often bumpy, if you can hang on long enough you won’t regret the ride. You may not always like the characters or the things they do, but you’ll certainly understand them.

Shay Savage lives in Ohio with her husband and two children. She’s an avid soccer fan, loves vacationing near the ocean, enjoys science fiction in all forms, and absolutely adores all of the encouragement she has received from those who have enjoyed her work.

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