Take Care, Sara Book Blitz with Lindy Zart

Title: Take Care, Sara
Author: Lindy Zart   
Genre: Inspirational RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
Synopsis:
You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know is gone.
Sara Walker knows firsthand what it feels like to have your reality ripped away, scrambled, and shoved back at you in an undone puzzle where pieces are missing and nothing fits. She’s lost so much and is struggling to live and to find the strength to forgive herself for being human. With the help of Lincoln, her husband’s brother, Sara realizes it’s not about finding who she used to be, but about finding who she is now.
You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know isn’t gone, but reborn.

Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons, and one cat. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work.
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“Remember the day on the river when we went tubing a few summers back?”
Sara shifted the gear from reverse to forward, eyes darting over cars and trucks in the immediate vicinity. “Yes. What about it?” She stalled at the stop sign, not wanting to go at the same time another vehicle intended to. A horn honked and she jumped, glancing in the rearview mirror at the large white truck behind her.
“I think it’s your turn to go,” he said dryly.
The truck crept forward. Lincoln laughed, which caused her face to burn, but Sara ignored him, concentrating on driving.
“Remember how Cole was determined to knock us off the tube?”
The sun was burning down on them. The inner tube bobbed up and down in the small waves made by other boats, splashing warm brown river water on her. Sara smelled seaweed and sand, the faint scent of fish in the air. She was on her stomach, one arm under Lincoln’s hard chest, the other pulled toward her with her and Lincoln’s arms crisscrossed over each other’s, both hands locked on the handles. Her lifejacket dug into her ribs, slightly raised over her shoulders from the way she was laying.
Water glistened down his face as he turned his head to grin at her, his gray eyes sparkling silver in the sunlight. “Ready?”
Sara glanced up at the white and green pontoon boat and saw Cole watching her with a certain gleam in his crystal blue eyes. His light brown hair was streaked with gold from the sun, his body tanned and toned from working outdoors on an almost daily basis. A slow smile curved his lips, turning her into a fiery ball of need. Her eyes stayed locked with his, promises communicated back and forth. He winked at her.
You know he’s going to try to dump us, don’t you?”
I told him not to.” She glanced at Lincoln, saw his eyes were on her.
He still will. You know that, right?”
She locked her jaw, nodding. “I do.”
Cole laughed, raising his bottle of water in a salute and turning to the seat behind the dashboard of the boat.
Wrap your leg around mine.”
She shot him a look.
The boat started, a low purr filling the air.
He rolled his eyes. “I know you’d like any excuse to touch me and I really shouldn’t encourage your behavior, but unless you want to take a bath in the not so clean Mississippi, you’ll wrap your leg around mine.”
The boat started to move, gaining speed as it went.
Sara.” Without thinking, she edged closer to Lincoln, his muscled leg twining around hers. “Hang on,” he shouted as the boat slammed forward, the tube gliding along the river after it.
“You can pull over now.”
She blinked. Trees and rolling hills loomed ahead. They were almost in the country. Sara shook her head. “No. I’m okay.”
“Sure?”
“Yes. Just tell me where to go.”
He didn’t speak for a time, and then said, “Okay.”
“Why’d you bring that up?”
“What?”
“The river. Tubing.”
“It was the first thing I could think of to take your mind off driving. Did it help?”
She nodded, taking a slow breath. “Yes.”
“Good. Turn left up here. The first house on the right. It’s blue. See it?”
“I see it.”
“And we’re here.”
She turned the key and the engine went silent. Her taut nerves were slightly relaxed, her breathing close to normal. She let her hands drop to her lap, staring at the red barn to the left of the house. A chicken darted past as she watched.
“Way to go, Sara Lynne.” He gently slugged her shoulder with his fist.
She turned to him. “Why that memory?”
He shrugged, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I told you—”
“He dumped us. He dumped us and then I hit the water and was sucked down. My lifejacket got stuck on a limb underwater. I couldn’t get it loose and I was fighting to undo the lifejacket. I even thought maybe I would die.” She was breathing fast, the words stumbling from her lips.
“Sara—”
“You found me. Somehow. You got the lifejacket off me and you pulled me from the water. The boat was coming back around. Your arms were locked around me tight. You had to be tired, but you never let me go. He was frantic, hauling me up first, hugging me, kissing me, telling me he was sorry. You got into the boat, you spun him around, and you punched him in the face. Spencer and Gracie were there, on the boat. Spencer had to pull you off him. You shouted things.” She suddenly stopped, a lump in her throat. She couldn’t say anymore.
“I told him he was an idiot.”
Other things. You said other things too. But all she said was, “Right.”
“Ready to work?”
“Lead the way, boss.” She followed him as he crossed the yard to get to the house, but her mind was still stuck on that day.
You knew she didn’t want to be dumped! What the fuck were you thinking? She could have drowned. Fucking idiot,” Lincoln snapped and turned away from his brother, incalculable rage flashing in his eyes, stiffening his jaw.
Sara watched him storm to the back of the boat, ignoring Gracie when she tried to talk to him. She’d never seen him so furious before—never. Lincoln’s red plaid swim trunks were stuck to his legs like another layer of skin, his broad back taut. She was stunned by his reaction. Looking at Cole, she knew he was too.
Cole turned to her, his features tight. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I was just having some fun. You’re okay?”
She wiped water from her face, nodding. The outdoor carpet of the boat prickled her soft flesh and she moved to stand. “I’m okay.”
He helped her up, wrapping his arms around her. “If anything had happened to you—”
It didn’t,” she broke in, eyes on Lincoln. He stared out at the endless water, profile carved from stone. He’d isolated himself from the rest of them, as though he didn’t want their taint of irresponsibility near him, or maybe just his brother’s.
Because of Lincoln.”
Something in his tone made her glance at him, the flatness of it maybe. “Are you mad that he saved me?” Incredulity made her voice higher than it usually was.
He scowled, dropping his arms from her. “No.”
Well, that’s good, because the alternative was drowning.”
The scowl deepened. “I know. It’s just…I’m supposed to save you, not him. I’m supposed to be there for you, not him.”
You were too busy having fun driving the boat and trying to dump us,” she snapped.
I know. I’m an ass.”
Her anger faded at the look on her husband’s face. It was full of self-recrimination.
And proud.”
He nodded somberly. “That too.”
She felt herself soften toward him, as she always did. He looked so young, so pitiful. “I still love you.”
Cole looked up, flashing a grin brighter than the sun. “Good to know.”
But if I was dead, I wouldn’t.”
I’d still love you even if I was dead,” he retorted, trailing a hand along her hip and causing her to shiver.
Okay, you two, it’s fun watching you almost make out and everything, but can we get going?” Spencer asked from where he lounged on the seat, Gracie beside him.
Cole moved to captain the boat and Sara walked toward Lincoln. The boat lurched forward as it accelerated and she grabbed the ledge to steady herself. She adjusted the yellow swim shorts as she neared him, tightening the straps of the turquoise bikini top. He didn’t look at her as she approached, his cool gaze trained ahead.
Thank you,” she said quietly, sitting in the seat next to him.
Lincoln glanced at her. “I was scared out of mind, when you went under and I couldn’t see you. I—”
“Earth to Sara.” She ran into Lincoln’s chest, his hands steadying her as he set her back. “Sleepwalking again?”
She shrugged, her face burning. I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to you.That’s what he’d said. She hadn’t wanted to think about what it could have or could not have meant at the time. She wasn’t inclined to think about it that much now either. And yet…why had he brought up that day? Was he trying to tell her something without telling her something? Was she looking into it too much? Did he want her to remember what he’d said? Did Lincoln remember what he’d said?
“Why that day?” she pressed. An icy sharp wind started, tousling her hair around her face. Sara impatiently pushed it behind her ears, not letting him look away.
His neck convulsed as he swallowed. But he didn’t look away. Lincoln’s eyes were zeroed in on hers, looking at her in a way that made pressure form in her chest. “That was the day things changed for me.”
“Meaning?”
He finally looked away, tapping a pad of paper against his thigh. “Do you remember what I said to you, after it happened?”
She wasn’t prone to lying. She didn’t like being lied to and she didn’t like doing it to others. He was so intense, so still as he waited, like what she said mattered astronomically to him. Lie, Sara. For him. For you. Lie.
She opened her mouth.

Turning Home Blog Tour with Stephanie Nelson

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Title: Turning Home
Author: Stephanie Nelson
Genre: New Adult
Tour Host: Lady Amber’s Tours

 Turning Home

When Brooke Kingsley finally captures the interest of her four-year crush—Dylan Crawford—her world turns upside down. Feeling alive for the first time, Brooke decides to spend her last three days of summer with Dylan and discovers there’s more to him than the rumors being whispered all over town. The problem is, Brooke’s father doesn’t want his daughter anywhere near the blue-collar bad boy. As Brooke leaves for college, she’ll realize that some boys aren’t easy to forget.

Dylan Crawford has hated the Roseville Snobs his entire life, but one particular Snob has captured his eye—Brooke Kingsley. He knows he should stay away from her, but willpower has never been his strong suit. Soon Brooke is all he can think about. When she leaves for school, Dylan tries to move on with other girls, but the memory of Brooke taunts him. There’s an undeniable pull to the very girl he’s been warned to stay away from.

When tragedy strikes the Kingsley household, secrets are uncovered. Brooke and Dylan must decide if what they feel for each other is strong enough to conquer their families’ dark past.

 

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Stephanie Nelson

Author Bio:

You guys may be surprised to learn that I am the most boring person you’ll ever meet. The most interesting thing about me is that I write books, most of the time in my pajamas and jacked up on caffeine.

I began writing six years ago for fun and published my first book in 2012. Since then, my hobby has become my job and I love every second of it.

I live in Illinois, in the country where I’m surrounded by corn and soybean fields. When I manage to escape my office, I enjoy fishing, spending time with my family and playing Super Mario Bros. and Donkey Kong. Yes, I’m a huge video game nerd.

Author links: 
http://www.Stephanie-Nelson.com
http://www.Facebook.com/authorstephanienelson
Twitter: @stephnel1

 

Buying Links:

US Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IJDFOG0/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_mVtctb02K9GHM
UK Amazon – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Turning-Home-Small-Town-Novel-ebook/dp/B00IJDFOG0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1392889705&sr=1-1&keywords=turning+home
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iTunes link – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/turning-home/id828156721?mt=11

Excerpt:

Excerpt 1 (from Dylan Crawford’s POV)

It was funny how time dragged on and on when you were waiting for something. The months Brooke had been gone had felt like years. Each day crawled by so slowly that sometimes I thought I’d go out of my mind with madness. I went to work, came home. I went out with Jase, drank, and hooked up with girls now and then, only to come home to the bed that still held the memory of Brooke. Even the bed of my truck was soaked with her memory.

I’d lived these past months in a haze of monotonous routines and numbness. So many times I wished I’d approached her sooner, had the balls to claim what I wanted and not worry if her parents thought I was good enough. After a while, I grew bitter the longer her face haunted me. No girl had ever held power over me. No girl had ever gotten under my skin so quickly. I couldn’t begin to explain the connection I had to Brooke, but after analyzing every small detail, I settled on the fact that some things weren’t meant to be understood. Not everything needed a logical explanation to make it real. I knew, without a doubt, my feelings were just as real as the beating of my heart.

The front door slowly opened, and I lifted my eyes to find … Mr. Kingsley. I hadn’t been expecting him to be home. His car wasn’t in the driveway. A scowl instantly marred his face, his eyebrows drawing together as he glared at me.

“You’re that Crawford boy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, sir, I am,” I said politely. “I heard about your wife and wanted to stop by to see if Brooke was okay.”

“What business is it of yours how my daughter is doing?”

What was I supposed to say to that? We stared at each other for a long moment and, as the silence built, I saw the furious revelation light his eyes. It wasn’t a secret the type of man I was. Everyone in town knew I was notorious for hopping from bed to bed. Had she been my daughter, I would hate me, too.

 

Excerpt 2 (from Dylan Crawford’s POV -contains racy content)

I’d lost my virginity when I was fifteen and had been having sex ever since. I wasn’t one of those guys who kept a tally or bragged about who I’d done. To me, sex was always just part of who I was, and that didn’t garner boasting. I was never picky when it came to finding someone to share my bed with, so long as I got off. No matter how beautiful the girl was or how sweetly she hinted at wanting something more, once she showed signs of falling for me, I cut all ties. Some girls got their hearts broken, some—the ones suffering from low self-esteem—came back again and again, convinced they could change me. Never in all my experiences had I associated sex as anything more than a quick high. It satisfied an emptiness I didn’t even know existed.

When those girls looked at me with sappy, googly eyes, my confidence soared. I felt deserving of the admiration. Say what you will, the feeling was addictive. They didn’t care that I didn’t have money, worked as a mechanic, or drove a twelve year old truck. God help them, all they saw when they looked at me was someone they were attracted to.

Unfortunately, with women, sex is never just sex. Once they learned all the fantasies swimming through their head sank after I got what I wanted, that awe faded from their eyes. And it was on to the next.

The girl currently on my lap, moving her bare hips against my cock, shattered all of my misconceptions about sex. I knew I had switched places with all those girls who’d looked at me so entranced. Now, I was the one in awe of the girl before me. If karma were a real thing, it would take her away from me and teach me a lesson. I’d admit I deserved it and more.

Somehow, Brooke had become everything to me. I hadn’t intentionally planned to settle down or feel the way I felt. I didn’t pretend to know why it happened or even how. I just knew I wouldn’t change it if I could.

 

Excerpt 3 (from Brooke Kingsley’s POV)

He moved toward me, and I tensed, anxious to see what he would do. I had been talking myself into believing I saw hints of attraction whenever he looked at me, but that was just my obsessed mind playing tricks on me. Dylan messed around with experienced, tough girls, not spoiled, rich girls like me. I wouldn’t know the first thing about being with a boy like him.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since last night,” he said, gripping my waist with both hands. “If you want me to stop, just tell me, but I only have three days with you, and I can’t wait a second longer.”

He slid a hand up, cupped the back of my neck, and brought his mouth to mine. I had only ever kissed James, and those had been sloppy all-over-the-place kisses—too eager. Dylan’s technique was completely different—slower. He nipped at my bottom lip, applying enough pressure that weakened my knees and promised more. I moved my mouth against his, praying he was enjoying the kiss as much as I was. The grip on my waist tightened, tugging me closer to his body.

Through my thin shirt, I could feel the ridges that made up his muscular chest. I felt my body slumping against his, yearning to be closer to him.

When his tongue slipped between my lips, a moan—I didn’t know I was capable of—vibrated up my throat. Our tongues tangled while Dylan fisted his fingers in my hair and held me against his body as though he was afraid I would run. He didn’t know that my legs were too weak to take me anywhere.

When he broke away from my mouth, he rested his forehead against mine; our heavy breaths mingled in the space between us. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it, and the butterflies in my stomach took up residence inside my skull, leaving me dizzy. That was not what kisses were like, at least not in my experience.

Excerpt 4 (from Brooke Kingsley’s POV)

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he breathed, his eyes searching my face.

I bobbed my head, my heartbeat a hopeless flutter in my chest. “Okay.”

The breath of his chuckle landed on my mouth as his lips pressed against mine. My body sagged against his, and I brought my arms up and twined them around his neck. Tilting my head to the side, I moved my mouth against his, moaning when his tongue slipped through my lips. I could spend the rest of my life kissing Dylan Crawford.

Somewhere I thought I heard a cell phone ringing, but I was too lost in the sensations consuming my body.

“You wanna get that?” Dylan spoke against my lips, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

“No,” I whispered.

“It’s probably your mama or daddy,” he said with an arched brow.

I bit my lip to hold back my smile. “You’re probably right, but they’re not going to ruin the last night I have with you. I’ll deal with them later.”

“I see my bad influence is rubbing off on you.”

“Would you rather I answer it so they can tell me to come home on my last night?”

Dylan’s smile flattened, and his eyes searched my face as though he was trying to memorize my every feature. I studied him as well, taking in his bright green eyes, strong jawline and full lips. I could not believe I was in his arms, after daydreaming about him for four years. Everything about our time together seemed surreal, and I knew once I left for school, it would be surreal—a dream from a time in my life where I came alive. My own smile disappeared as I wondered how long it would take him to forget our time together. Come tomorrow night would he be entertaining a new girl, taking her fishing and mud wrestling? It was very hard to remember that he could do whatever he wanted. We were not dating and probably never would. Our time was a fantasy that reality would crush tomorrow.

“Why the pouty face?”

I hadn’t realized I was zoning out, lost in my thoughts. “I’m not pouting.”

Dylan leaned forward and sucked my bottom lip in between his. My eyes wide, my heart thudding in my chest, I suppressed the moan in my throat and the heat it had created between my legs.

“I couldn’t resist,” Dylan said, setting me down. “It was just out there, teasing me with its cuteness.”

 

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Forever Layla Release Day Blitz with Melissa Turner Lee

Title: Forever Layla
Author: Melissa Turner Lee          
Genre: NA Time Travel RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Book Description:
What if the woman you envied most is the person you are destined to become?

In 1994, high school senior David Foster was the lackey and soundboard geek for his best friend’s grunge band. During spring break, the band lands a dream gig playing at a motel in Myrtle Beach, SC. David expected all the girls to ogle the guys on stage, but when a beautiful blond “Bond Girl” approaches him and calls him by name, he’s shocked to find out she knows more about him than a stranger should.
She even knows about his notebooks and his visions of time travel.
What she thought was a quick time-travel-sightseeing trip takes a surprising turn when she meets the young adult version of the man she’d heard stories about as a child. His fairy-tale romance with the woman he’d loved, Layla, inspired her to accept nothing less than a love just as strong…but hopefully not as tragic. When she won’t tell the younger version of him her name, he calls her Layla–and the world as she knows it changes forever.
Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.
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Twitter: @MelissaTLee1975

Bibliophile Book Reviews Hosts: Black Horse Cover Reveal with Addison Kline

Coming on June 28th! 

Black Horse by Addison Kline

An erotic Romantic Suspense Novel that will leave you gasping for air…

Add Black Horse on Goodreads!

Synopsis:

 
There is no sensation, no experience more delicious and tempting to the senses than the taste of forbidden love. The longing… The desire… The unquenched thirst for his touch. He was the man I was never supposed to love. I was supposed to hate him. I suppose part of me did and that is what made the desire so much more intense. He set a fire under my skin that burned white hot with every smoldering glance. He sets my soul ablaze, the slow burn of passion aching in every inch of my body. 

 

 


Black Horse. The name haunted my dreams… But regardless of family vendettas, old hurts and contemptuous blood shed, the heart wants what it wants… and mine has a mind of its own and my mind is set on Colton McClain.


 


His family is known by his father’s nickname: Black Horse. Like one of the four horses flying out of the gates of hell, Tom “Black Horse” McClain ripped my world apart fifteen years ago. I was only seven when I found my mother and father dead in their beds, with Tom McClain standing over them with a blood stained butcher knife. He would have come for me, too, had my brothers not saved me. Seth, my older brother, swooped me up before I had the chance to scream and covered my mouth with his hand.


 



Tom McClain sought out the services of my father in a time of great need. My father, Nathan Ford, was a highly reputable criminal defense attorney, who took on Tom’s case when he was accused of murdering his wife after she was caught in bed with another man. Tom didn’t have the money to pay for my father’s services, so he took on the case pro bono because he believed in Tom’s innocence. I remember my dad meeting with Tom in his study while my mother looked after Colton, my brothers and I in the kitchen. We had become very close. My brothers once considered Colton their best friend. Not anymore.

 

 

 

 

My father got Tom off on a technicality. The prosecution had no reliable witnesses and they weren’t about to rely on the testimony of a five year old boy; Colton himself. He had witnessed the whole ordeal himself. How does Tom repay my father for his kindess and generosity? He murdered him in his sleep. He killed Daddy first. Momma screamed when she saw a man standing over her bed, and that is what woke me. In just my nightgown and socks, I tip-toed down the hall past Timmy, Randy and Seth’s bedrooms and as I entered the doorway to Momma and Daddy’s room, Tom McClain plunged a knife through my mother’s chest. My blood ran cold. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. The next thing I knew, Seth had his hand over my mouth and we hid in the hall closet. Tears streamed down my face as my arms and legs shook. I could her Tom’s boot echo against the hard wood floor of the hall.

 

 

 

 

“Sssh… Don’t say a word…” I remember Seth urging.

 

 

The air in the closet was stifling; warm and dead like a coffin. I could hear my brothers’ heavy breathing. Our dog Micah’s frantic barking from the back yard. She knew something was horribly wrong. His bootfalls were getting closer… louder… I took a deep breath and didn’t dare exhale in fear that he would hear me. Somehow, I was able to stifle my tears, but something happened that was out of my control. My throat caught from my sobbing. Tom heard it. The foot steps intensified, beating a path to the closet door. Seth, still firmly holding me, swung around so I was facing the inside of the closet. I focused on the faded floral pattern of the shelf lining that was barely visible in the dark lighting of the closet. I focused on anything but the sound of Tom McClain’s approaching footsteps. Then a loud clicking sound made it impossible. The sound of a shot gun barrel banging into place. He didn’t even bother opening the door.

 

 

 

 

Bang! Bang! Then silence.

 

 

 

 

Out of instinct I jumped into the shelf before me and cowered behind the extra blankets mother kept neatly stored on the shelf. I was stunned that I was still alive, until reality set in. Seth had slumped down against the door of the closet, unrecognizable and motionless. The shotgun blast had obliterated his once handsome face.

 

 

I am supposed to hate Colton McClain, but I can’t. When the police showed up the next day, they found Colton locked in his father’s pick-up a block away, hungry, thirsty and distraught. He was taken away by the state and put in foster care because none of his relatives wanted to have anything to do with the Black Horse name. Black Horse was caught trying to jump the border with my father’s wallet in his pocket and $10,000 in cash in a duffel bag. He traveled alone, having abandoned Colton in his truck back in Oakely. I guess his boy knew too much. When officials apprehended him, they ran my Daddy’s license and discovered that he was found murdered. Tom pleaded insanity, but after a thorough psychiatric evaluation, it was concluded that Tom McClain knew exactly what he was doing. He was sentenced to prison for twenty years, having received a lenient judge; a rarity in the State of Texas.

 

 

 

 

My surviving brothers Randy and Tim could never know about Colton and I. They’ve had it out for him for years. Bloodlines run thick around here. The sins of the fathers will forever haunt the sons, and women are to stand back and stay out of the way. Well, I have something to say about that… Fuck that, Colton McClain didn’t murder my family. His father did… and he suffered just as much as we did. Now fifteen years after the crime that screwed both of our lives up royally, Black Horse is getting out of jail. Just four days until his release. Colton wants to hide me. He said we can run… Start over somewhere else. My brothers are armed to the teeth and a war is about to break out. I have no intentions of sitting down or running away like a little girl. We cannot hide from this anymore.

 

 

 

 

Our past does not own us, and we owe it to our hearts to show the world that love can arise from the darkest of places.

My Writing Process Blog Tour

Gabbie is another author pal. Her work is fabulous, be sure to check out her writing process and more ❤

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The wonderful Angela McPherson invited me to join this awesome blog tour: My Writing Process. I’m super excited to share a part of me with you.

7074174 Before I get started, let me share a little bit about Angela in case you have not already checked her page out. Angela writes from an array of Paranormal to New Adult Contemporary Romances. With Hope’s Decree already published, she is currently working on the sequel to that series that will soon be published, Distraction, a New Adult Contemporary Romance. Be sure to check out Angela’s page: https://angelamcphersonblog.wordpress.com/ 

Gabbie DuranWhat am I working on?

I’m currently wrapping up the sequel to my Unspoken Series, Unspoken Promises, scheduled to be published June 11th. I’m in the beginning phase of writing the final installment of the series titled, Unspoken Endings.

How does my work differ from other of its genre?

My Unspoken Seriesisunique…

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Writing Process Blog Tour

Be sure to check out Lynn’s writing process and more 🙂

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I’d like to thank super talented, Angela McPherson, for inviting me to join the Writing Process Blog Tour. Her awesome YA paranormal romance debut, HOPE’S DECREE, is now available, and I anxiously await the first book in her New Adult series, DISTRACTION, set for release this July. To find out what she’s up to, check out her blog, Facebook, and follower her on twitter.

What am I working on?
For the past few months I’ve been busy trying to figure out the whole marketing thing for my YA fantasy debut, TAINTED ENERGY (Energy Series, #1), set for release winter 2014, by Untold Press. The book centers on Lena, whose energy (soul) is reborn on Earth to live a not-so-great life as punishment for treason committed during her prior life in another world.

Also, I just finished the first draft of the second novel in the…

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Blue Moon (The Blue Crystal Trilogy) by Pat Spence

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Blue Moon (The Blue Crystal Trilogy) by Pat Spence

Book blurb:

“Forget vampires,” he laughed dismissively.

“Who wants to drink blood for eternity? What we have discovered is far more seductive and a great deal more dangerous…”

When 17-year old Emily Morgan meets beautiful but strange Theo de Lucis, there is an immediate attraction between them. But what is his secret? What ancient link ties him to Emily? And what is the significance of the Blue Moon Ball?

As Emily is drawn irrevocably into the glamorous and mysterious world of the de Lucis family, so she is forced to change every perception she has ever had about life, love, aging and death. The truth is terrifying and the consequences unthinkable…

A supernatural horror story, based on society’s obsession with aging and the desire for eternal youth, Blue Moon is the first book in the ‘Blue Crystal’ trilogy…
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Check out the book trailer – http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SFvsXlPem4Q

 

Blue Moon has received over 23 five star reviews, here’s some of the comments Blue moon has received.

By JGH 5/5* Verified Purchase – Excellent first novel. Exciting and original ideas which leave you guessing what’s coming next. Gripping to the end. Looking forward to book 2.

By Lou 5/5* – Verified Purchase – Really enjoyed this book, great Twilight feel to the book with a very dark side. Never read a book like it before and it kept me gripped to the end. Looking forward to book 2 🙂

By Jim 5/5* – Verified Purchase – Great story, well written, really good to read – enjoyed it very much – looking forward to the next book

 

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Pat Spence is a freelance writer and ex- magazine editor. She has worked as a copywriter in advertising agencies, a freelance trainer teaching personal development and a massage therapist/aromatherapist. She is married with a daughter, and has a degree in English Literature.

‘Blue Moon’ is her fictional debut, a supernatural love story about a strange family, with an ancient secret, who arrives in an English village to renovate an old manor house. When local girl, 17-year old Emily Morgan, falls for the glamorous and mysterious Theo, she is forced to change every perception she has ever had about life, love, aging and death. This is the first book in the ‘Blue Crystal’ trilogy, which takes its inspiration from the Victorian classic ‘She’ by Rider Haggard, a story about eternal youth. In our current youth-obsessed society, the theme seems more appropriate than ever… ‘True Blue’ and ‘Into the Blue’ are to follow.
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After Star Cover Reveal by Ashley Lavering

 

After Star   Cover
Reveal

A Choice
was Made
The
Curse was Broken
Yet
the Wolf Remains

 
After Star
book three in the Curse of the Beast Series by Ashley Lavering:
Tayla’s life changed forever the day
she became a werewolf in James’ pack (aka Beast). Now they must flee their
Wyoming home to escape the increasing wolf hunts caused by Kyle. With
James, her alpha and intended mate, she finds refuge in the remote area of
Crouch, Idaho. 
Now that she’s settled in to her new
home with the man of her dreams by her side, Tayla wonders if she’s finally
found some peace, but it doesn’t take long for enemies to find her. They taunt
her with secrets from James’ past, and revenge stalks the pack at
every turn. 
When James
is severely wounded with an unknown poison, it is up to
Tayla and her best friend, Chel, to solve the mystery of the poison’s
origin and find a cure. Will they be strong enough to handle the truth
they discover and defeat their enemies? Or will time run out and werewolves
die?
(Young Adult Paranormal Romance. A
clean romance with mild violence.)
What
Happens after Happily Ever After?
Find out
July 19, 2014!
Add
After Star to your TBR list on
Goodreads
Special
Surprise!
Check out Ashley’s first two books
in this compelling Young Adult paranormal romance series and retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a werewolf twist.

 
Book One 
Curse of the Beast  
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Book Two 

Star Cursed

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Layout of the Post: After Star Cover Reveal A Choice was Made The Curse was Broken Yet the Wolf Remains After Star book three in the Curse of the Beast Series by Ashley Lavering: Tayla’s life changed forever the day she became a werewolf in James’ pack (aka Beast). Now they must flee their Wyoming home to escape the increasing wolf hunts caused by Kyle. With James, her alpha and intended mate, she finds refuge in the remote area of Crouch, Idaho.  Now that she’s settled in to her new home with the man of her dreams by her side, Tayla wonders if she’s finally found some peace, but it doesn’t take long for enemies to find her. They taunt her with secrets from James’ past, and revenge stalks the pack at every turn.  When James is severely wounded with an unknown poison, it is up to Tayla and her best friend, Chel, to solve the mystery of the poison’s origin and find a cure. Will they be strong enough to handle the truth they discover and defeat their enemies? Or will time run out and werewolves die? (Young Adult Paranormal Romance. A clean romance with mild violence.) What Happens after Happily Ever After? Find out July 19, 2014! Add After Star to your TBR list on Goodreads Special Surprise! Revealed Pinterest Board Check out Ashley’s first two books in this compelling Young Adult paranormal romance series and retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a werewolf twist. Book One Book Two Curse of the Beast Star Cursed Amazon~ Amazon.uk~ Nook Amazon~ Amazon.uk~ Nook Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway

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Playing Rough (Billionaires in Disguise: Izzy, #2) Book Blitz by Blair Babylon

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Be careful whom you submit to.

Lizzy is trapped. Her new Dom Mannix Bonfils and Theo Valencia have bought The Devilhouse. Her estranged parents keep calling, wanting her to quit college to coach Olympic-level gymnastics, the life she escaped at sixteen. Mannix demands that she give up more and more control, and he becomes rougher, more frightening, with her. Her job is gone. Sports reporters stalk her college dorm, looking for the feel-good homecoming story she dreads. Mannix’s sexual power games grow more disturbing every day, and someone tries to shoot them at The Devilhouse, narrowly missing Lizzy. Even though she wants to stay with Mannix, to grow stronger, to be loved, and to fulfill her commitment, everyone is telling her to get out, but they all seem to want something from her. When Theo offers to help her leave, should she stay with Mannix or go back to the prescribed life she thought she had escaped?

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“Playing Rough,” Episode #2 of Billionaires in Disguise: Lizzy and the hot-hot sequel to “Falling Hard,” is now available!

Be careful whom you submit to.

Lizzy is trapped. Her new Dom Mannix Bonfils and Theo Valencia have bought The Devilhouse. Her estranged parents keep calling, wanting her to quit college to coach Olympic-level gymnastics, the life she escaped at sixteen. Mannix demands that she give up more and more control, and he becomes rougher, more frightening, with her. Her job is gone. Sports reporters stalk her college dorm, looking for the feel-good homecoming story she dreads. Mannix’s sexual power games grow more disturbing every day, and someone tries to shoot them at The Devilhouse, narrowly missing Lizzy. Even though she wants to stay with Mannix, to grow stronger, to be loved, and to fulfill her commitment, everyone is telling her to get out, but they all seem to want something from her. When Theo offers to help her leave, should she stay with Mannix or go back to the prescribed life she thought she had escaped?

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Sometimes, falling in love means falling hard.

Lizzy has been drifting, trying to make a life for herself after failing at her life goal that was decided for her when she was five years old. She’s been having a good time in college and working at The Devilhouse, but something is missing in Lizzy’s life, a very obvious something. At a Devilhouse party, she meets Theo, a handsome, bright lawyer who wants to takes things slowly, too darn slowly, and Mannix, an ex-pro-football player with a taste for the disturbing. In this first episode, no one is quite who they seem to be. Romantic and suspenseful, Falling Hard sizzles with sex and explores the power of love to heal the deepest wounds.

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Reader Review:
***** 5.0 out of 5 stars Blair does it again! May 22, 2014

Lizzie Playing Rough continues where Falling Hard ended.

Lizzie has been drifting, trying to make a life for herself after failing at a life goal decided for her when she was just five years old. At a Devilhouse party, Lizzie meets Theo a handsome lawyer, and Mannix, an ex-pro-football player with a taste for the disturbing. When someone starts shooting at both men, Lizzie struggles to work out who the would-be murderer is.

Lizzie #2 takes you into the darker side of Mannix’s life and relationship with Lizzie. Lizzie signs a Dom/Sub contract, ignoring pleas from Georgie to read and amend the contract in Lizzies favour. As Mannix’s scenes become more disturbing, Lizzie remains adamant she will not fail or leave Mannix, mistaking his terms of endearment as love. Theo has not given up on Lizzie, determined to show Lizzie how little Mannix thinks of his subs, while trying to prove to Lizzie, love is more than mere words.

Blair Babylon’s descriptive writing holds so much depth of emotion and her books have such well rounded characters, you cannot help but be pulled into their lives, taking the journey with them, going through a rollercoaster of emotions. Keep the tissues (and chocolate!) handy as you’ll find yourself wanting to hug, shake and scream at Lizzie, Theo and Mannix.

Blair Babylon takes words on a page, a series of books, and turns them into so much more. When you think a series can’t get any better, it does!

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A Girlfriend’s Guide to…Cowboys!

Yes! Karia and I are SO planing to go next year…yes I am dragging her ass kicking and screaming to the Cowboy Stadium 😉

Talk Books to Me

Girlfriends Guide to …Cowboys!
In trying to think up a topic, my mind kept straying to all the fun the RT Convention peeps were having in The Big Easy! My sister and I went three summers ago and we LOVED it…especially me! I loved everything about NOLA…I loved the smell, the people, the heat, the afternoon rain showers, the food and especially the walking at night on Bourbon! Given that Angela here at Talk Books to Me lives in Texas (even not too far from Dallas) and would love to bring her books to the big book signing…we have talking about making a sojourn to Dallas for the 2015 RT Convention. Of course, for me one of the huge draws would be Kristen Ashley, so I dorkfully texted her and said, ya, maybe we can hook up in Dallas next year (sort thing)…much to my chagrin, she will be celebrating…

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