Love Edy Book Blitz with Shewanda Pugh

Title: Love Edy
Author: Shewanda Pugh  
Genre: YA RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
Blurb:
When Edy Phelps falls hard for her best friend, she knows nothing can come from it. Forget actual chemistry, or the fact that she cherishes his mother more than her own; centuries of tradition say that Hassan will grow up, marry the girl his parents pick, and forget his best friend: the dancer with the bursting smile. Except he can’t. In a world erupting with possibilities for the boy with a body of steel and dreams of the NFL, everything seems promised while nothing at all is; when he’s denied the girl he wants most.
Two hearts. Two families devoted through generations of friendship. Could Edy and Hassan really risk all that? And yet … how could they not?



Shewanda Pugh is a tomboy who credits Stephen King with being the reason she writes romance. In 2012 she debuted with the first novel in a three part contemporary adult romance series, Crimson Footprints. Since then, she’s been shortlisted for the AAMBC Reader’s Choice Award, the National Black Book Festival’s Best New Author Award, and the Rone Award for Contemporary Fiction in 2012 and 2013. She has an MA in Writing from Nova Southeastern University and a BA in Political Science from Alabama A&M University. Though a native of Boston, MA, she now lives in Miami, FL, where she can soak up sun rays without fear of shivering.
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Friday night. The sky hung heavy, seamless, with heaven’s stars blotted out by overbearing skyscrapers. Shrieks and a cacophony of cheers rang out, hysteria supreme in a microscopic stadium rocking on the edge of Boston’s South End. Thin and buckling bleachers rattled with the stomps of impending mania, shrill whistles and hefty shouts: those were the true sounds of redemption. Fourteen years and not a single touchdown against Madison High; fourteen years, but no more.
It had come at the hands of a freshman running back who couldn’t stop moving, a last-minute, fidgeting substitution. To others, his appearance must have seemed a concession, but Edy Phelps knew better. Edy Phelps knew him better.
He was hunger and discipline, jittery and ravenous, so rattled that nerves kept him shifting and stretching and pacing along the sidelines. Obsession fueled him, and kept him keen on an opportunity unwilling to come. Except that night, chance came to Hassan Pradhan. His chance. Finally.
It happened in a breath. A snap of the ball. A fake pass and Hassan thundered downfield at a speed only fear could sustain. His moment. His only moment. Take it. Take it. Run. Fly.
He could hear her thoughts—no, feel her thoughts. Edy was sure of it. They’d always had a connection. And it was in that way she aided him. Fists pressed to her lips, teeth slammed together, screaming with her soul. Soar. I know you can do it.
Just as the clock whittled to nothing, Hassan vaulted into the end zone.
A collective roar swallowed Edy and the crowd leapt as one. A win. Few would recall the last.
On her left, Hassan’s parents cheered: mother in a starched linen suit and pumps too prim for a game, father in a white button-up, belly pressing the fabric, sleeves rolled to the elbow. His mother, Rani, was without the brilliant red bindi she couldn’t do without, giving her forehead that naked look. On Edy’s opposite end were her parents, their absolute best friends, in the long-sleeved alumni tees reserved for football season, mother free of the skirt suits that dictated her days. Edy abandoned them all for the sidelines, for Hassan. She weaved round patches of shrieking upperclassmen, hopped over rows of empty benches, apologized to the fat man whose cocoa she sloshed, and ignored the slice of a sudden, early winter wind.
He’d done it.
All those nights, all those talks, round and round about the possibility of getting in a game, the two of them in bedroom shadows, careful to keep their voices low. Some nights he thought a chance would never come; others, he insisted it had to. Either way, he always said that if it did, when it did, he would do something worth remembering. And he had.
At the sidelines, Edy’s gaze swept a team clustered so thick, so honeyed together with the sweetness of victory, that she worried she might never find her neighbor, her best friend.  
Ice cut the air, and the glare of stadium lights had her like an ant under a magnifying glass in the noonday sun. She remembered the way the Dyson twins would burn insects and snicker, and she thought no, she’d be hot if she were a tortured ant, not cold. The fog of her breath seconded her motion.
She spotted him.
Edy had come to hug someone already occupied, someone surrounded by sweeping blonde curls, dark curtains of perfect hair, nestled by an endless supply of short skirts. Hassan draped an easy arm around a cheerleader with shimmering flaxen locks, mouth curling into a grin when a brunette of with pouty lips cried foul and claimed him as her own. Soft tans and the curves of certain womanhood donned them both. Edy looked from them to her own angular body and knew what she would find: all edges and sharpness, slender, muscles sculpted from a life of dance. The baggy jeans, football jersey, and sloppy poof of a ponytail she wore didn’t give her much to run with either. That hair used to be the brunt of Hassan’s endless jokes. Big enough to tip you back,” he’d say, before tugging it in absentminded affection. She fingered that hair with the same sort of absent- -mindedness, before looking up to see a blonde plant rosy lips on Hassan’s cheek.
Ugh.
Edy didn’t care about the movies, the books, the popular culture that insisted football player and cheerleader, jock and pretty girl, were a natural sort of fit. It wasn’t. They weren’t. It absolutely couldn’t be.
A girl like that couldn’t understand what made him him. So what if he was . . .  obscenely gorgeous, with sun-licked bronze skin, silken black locks, and eyes an ever-glimmering, gold-flecked green. He had a quiet sort of beauty, made for old Greek sculptures and timeless works of art. Not that he was quiet. He was explosive, with good looks and athleticism. But beyond that were pleasures and disappointments, what he loved and could not bear. Imprinted on Edy’s mind were the crinkles at the corner of Hassan’s eyes when he smiled, the clench of his jaw when irritation set in, the rich and sonorous laugh that had slipped octaves lower in recent years. A girl like that blonde could be nothing to him—could know nothing of him. She knew a moment and a touchdown. That was it.
Edy’s hands made fists.
The blonde moved in to kiss his cheek again, just as a teammate shouted his name. Hassan jerked back, only to be caught at the corner of his mouth by her lips.
A whoop rang out from the guys.
Heat flushed Edy’s veins and her fingernails dug, digging, digging, until tears blurred her vision.
Wait.
He was her best friend, family really, if you considered the way they were brought up. So, she really had no reason to—
The blonde threw her arms around Hassan. The team swarmed and the two disappeared from sight.
They were kissing, weren’t they?
Edy closed her eyes, forcing back the hottest tears and the bitterest taste of sudden envy.
She loved him. Dear God, she loved her best friend.
It fell down on her at once, uncompromising truth and the weight of reality like a cloak too heavy to bear.
The boy that had grown by her side, promised to another in a tradition as old as marriage itself, another girl of his ethnicity, religion, beliefs: that’s the boy she loved. A single line existed between Edy’s family and his, between the Pradhans and Phelps, who otherwise acted as one.
But Edy loved him.
And, of course, there was no recourse for that.

The Witches of the Glass Castle Book Blitz with Gabriella Lepore

Title: The Witches of the Glass Castle
Author: Gabriella Lepore   
Genre: YA FantasyHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
Blurb:
Sixteen-year-old Mia’s life is turned upside down when she uncovers her family secret—that she and her brother Dino are witches.
Seeking refuge in an ancient castle, the siblings begin down a path that will change their lives forever. Suddenly thrust into a world where handsome warriors command the power of nature and peoples thoughts and actions can be manipulated at will, Mia and Dino struggle to navigate their own allegiances and do what they know to be right, even when everything around them seems beyond their control.
Gabriella Lepore lives on the coast of Wales in the United Kingdom. She began writing at an early age and

grew up with a passion for all things supernatural. She currently has three young adult books in print: How I Found You (2012), Evanescent (2013) and The Witches of the Glass Castle (2014).

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Alexia’s Fantastical 5K Giveaway…. and I’m Included ;)

 
What a way to say thank you to her fans!
Alexia Purdy has reached 5000 likes on Facebook and is having a MASSIVE Giveaway to celebrate!!
 
 
About Alexia 
Hey! It’s Alexia Purdy, and it feels weird talking about myself in the first person, but  here goes…
I currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada- Sin City! I love to spend every free moment writing, or playing with my four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been my dream, and I’ve been writing ever since I can remember. I love creating paranormal fantasy, poetry and love to read and devour books daily. I also enjoy watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food. 
So there you have it in a nutshell. Thank you.
 
 
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Caliente by Melissa Hale Release Event

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Book Title: Caliente – A Cain Brothers Novel
Author: Melissa Hale
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 5, 2014
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Synopsis

Callie Miller just wants to have a normal life. She wants to put down roots and grow her sauce business into something her mother will finally approve of and she is well on her way to achieving her goals until Trey Cain barges into her kitchen and her life.

Trey ends up in Callie’s kitchen purely by accident… the first time. Every time after that is entirely on purpose. He is determined to take advantage of every opportunity to get closer to the fiery brunette. So when she has an opportunity to film a documentary about her hot sauce, he is only too happy to offer the custom gourmet kitchen he built himself.

Trey and his big family is everything Callie has always wanted, if only she had the guts to grab on.

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Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and four children. Her real life is crazy but she always manages to find time for her imaginary worlds. Her escapes into fiction are frequent and varied.

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INTO THE DARKNESS Cover Reveal with Marlie Harris and Troy Lambert

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Welcome to Ridge Falls…
Where a person can die, but not really.  Where survival means the unimaginable.  Where the reservoir holds a horrific secret, not everyone is prepared to face.  A boy’s fascination becomes a moving massacre.  A young woman’s sacrifice turns hairy, a narcissist meets the ultimate dance partner, and much more.

Welcome to Ridge Falls… 

Once you step Into The Darkness, you’re already gone.

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Marlie Harris spent her youth reading Anne Rice, Stephen King, Dean Koontz and then later graduated to Neil Gaiman, Clive Barker, H.P. Lovecraft and Mark Twain.
She has been writing for most of her life while exploring various careers from grain elevator operator, concrete finisher, and ambulance driver to administrator of a Home Health Agency, project manager, and analyst for a Top 40 Corporation.
When Marlie is not writing stories and poetry, she runs her business, Back Office Business Strategy.  Thankfully, the business also means a lot of writing.  She is a member of Treasure Valley Critiquers and the Treasure Valley Writer’s Guild.  She is also a member of the Horror Writers Association.
The Ridge Falls Series Book 1: Into the Darkness is Marlie’s first publication.  She is currently putting the finishing touches of her debut novel, “Leather” a book set in Ridge Falls and tentatively ready for publication in November.  Her passion is to write horror and thriller stories.

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Troy Lambert, recently nominated for the Idaho Statesman’s “Best of Treasure Valley” publication as an “Author of the Year”, and now an active member of the International Thriller Writers Organization just released the third and final book in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, titled Confession.

Passionate about writing dark, psychological thrillers, his work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, Redemption, the first in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Temptation, the sequel to Redemption, along with the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet, an author from South Africa and published by Wild Wolf Publishing.

Don’t think he lacks diversity as, this year, Stray Ally (for dog lovers) was published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing and an erotic thriller novella, One Night in Boise, part of the “City Nights” series also by Tirgearr Publishing, was available as of May 27th.

Mr. Lambert began his writing life at a young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Boise, Idaho where he works as a freelance writer, analyst, and editor.

Troy lives with his wife of twelve years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He enjoys the outdoors as an active skier, cyclist, hiker, angler, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.

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Kyluna Release Day Blitz with Cheryllynn Dyess

Title: Kyluna, The Jein’s Journey Series Book 3
Author: Cheryllynn Dyess 
Genre: Fantasy/FictionHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
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Jein has traveled many places looking for a new home for her people. The Goddess led her here to Kyluna. After discovering her life and history was false Jein struggled within to stay true to herself but she knew where she had to go, for her people and for her.









As a youth I loved to write and originally set out to deal with life. I never dreamed I would be writing to share with the world. As an adult my writing continued and have always been told I was talented. I finally listened and put my imagination to the test and started to write a book. Amazingly it took very little time to create an entire world and people and story line. This book reflects how I perceive life and how I feel it should really be!God has given me a great talent, wonderful support team and I’m finally using my gift from him!Calastan is the first book in the Jein’s Journey series that introduces you to Jein in her seventeenth year. Jein is a beautiful young woman who refuses to follow tradition and wants to do things her own way (kinda reflects my personality to the “T”).

I am a mother of four and Nana to two ~ my driving force is to show them to NEVER give up on dreams and goals, they can be reached if you believe.

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Calastan, the capital of Euphasia, is the home of young Jein Kyominias. Jein is female hunter, who in her world is against traditions. Growing up in a matriarchal society, Jein has taken her role and molded it to fit her. By the age of seventeen she was one of the best hunters for her age. She was only supported by her father in this endeavor and went against the wishes of her mother, sisters and all the members of government. She won competitions, went on hunts with male led groups and lived on her own with no life mate. She has struggled all her life with the path she had chosen. Then those who fought against her uniqueness has now turned to her for help. Jein and her hunting mate, Yurani, was charged to go into Resolution to find and establish a new home for her people to expand into.
            Once in Resolution, Jein and Yurani found more than they ever expected. A land already claimed by some who were actually part of their own people’s history. More hunters come to Resolution to help her and Yurani. Then secrets about Jein’s life were revealed that gave way to Jein choosing a path no one would have ever expected. She learned she was not the first born female and this means she is not to lead, in the traditions of her people. The history of her family revealed that she was not the only great hunter in her family line of females. Knowing all she does now about her own people, family and now herself Jein pushes forward to find the new home she was charged to find. Jein has always been private about her emotions on everything and now she is opening up, showing her friends and those she loves her true self. Laughing, teasing, and sharing more than she ever did before.
            Allowing her heart to open up and receive love from a man, moving forward without the guidance of her government or her family and trusting in the words of an Oracle Jein has set out searching for a land that is worthy to be their new home. It was clear that Resolution was not it. Journeying with Jein is Yurani, Rohm, and Lendsei. This next part of the journey will show Jein that being herself is as much a struggle as fighting to be herself.       
            A proud Jein struggles to allow herself to become one with a new land and a new her. Come follow along in Jein’s next journey and see where it takes her and what changes happen.

COLD RUN Book Blitz with Rachel A. Brune

Cold Run

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Rachel A. Brune

Genres: Shifter Urban Fantasy

Published: Aug 2 2013

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

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It is amazing how quickly a phone call can interrupt your life, even when you’re a werewolf. Rick Keller hangs up from the unwanted call, but the shadowy organization he once belonged to doesn’t take such an answer lightly. Waking up collared and caged by MONIKER is a quick way to learn retirement isn’t always permanent. Death will be if he doesn’t accept their assignment.

Keller and his new team follow a group of human traffickers on a thin trail across the globe. Their only hope is in a man who hasn’t had much practice being a werewolf in a really long time, a sadistic agent who loves making dog jokes, and a beautiful operative who is better with guns than relationships.

If being forced back into service wasn’t bad enough, he quickly discovers they have many new experiments to try out on their pet wolf. Even worse, MONIKER now isn’t the only one who knows his secret.

Hopefully an old dog can learn some new tricks, especially if he wants to stay alive.

 

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Rachel A. Brune graduated from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts in May 2000, and was immediately plunged into the low-stakes world of entry-level executive assistant-ship. Her unexpected journey out of that world and into the military is chronicled in her self-published book Echoes and Premonitions. After five years as a combat journalist, including two tours in Iraq, and a brief stint as a columnist for her hometown newspaper, she attended graduate school at the University at Albany in NY, where she earned her MA in Political Communication, and her commission as a second lieutenant in the military police corps. Although her day job has taken in her in many strange, often twisted directions, Rachel continues to write and publish short fiction. She released her first novel, Soft Target, in early 2013. She blogs her thoughts about reading and the writing life at http://www.infamous-scribbler.com.

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“Keller.”

The man behind the weapon was a ghost, a black tactical suit concealing his form, expensive scope mounted on some sort of rifle. I howled again and lurched at him, brought down short by another surge of the change. I struggled to remain upright but found myself on my knees.

Another man appeared to the side, shining a bright, piercing strobe light at my eyes, disorienting me as I tried to turn to face the new threat, my traitorous body rendering my reactions unreliable.

I scrambled to get my feet under me, but the final throes of the change robbed the ground from me. I flailed my paws against the last remnants of my work clothes, now torn and scattered on the ground.

I heard the explosion of gases from the chamber of the first man’s rifle a split second after the bullet pierced my side. I yelped and fell sideways, trying to relieve the pressure. I rolled to all fours and lunged toward the man, intent on relieving the pain by ripping the screams from his throat.

He shot again and again as I reached him, bowling him over and aiming for the soft pieces exposed to my grip.

Instead of soft viscera beneath my teeth, the next sensation I felt came as intense pain, which slowed and disjointed my movements. I raised my head, snapping and gnarling in vain against the folds of the net suddenly enveloping me. Ignoring the second man–stupid mistake. From the burning the lines of the net raised against my hide, I could tell the wires were laced with silver filaments.

The man with the rifle scrambled away from me. I let him go, rolling on the ground, trying to escape the clutching net.

“He’s a big one.” The second man spoke the words, looking down on me from an impossible height as the pain began to outweigh the panic. I could feel the silver working against my struggling.

“He always was.” The first man hocked and spat. It smelled of Copenhagen. “It’s going to be a bitch dragging him down to the truck.”

The words made no sense. I listened, but could not understand.

“If we let you up, do you promise to be a good doggie?” The man with the rifle prodded the barrel into my side.

I growled, but it was mostly wishful thinking, the energy from the night and the change suddenly sapped by the ensilvered net. I lay on my side and simply lolled.

“Good boy.” The man kept his rifle trained at me as his partner knelt down and fiddled with the edge of the net. Grasping a loop from the edge, he pulled. The line must have been attached in some ingenious way so when he pulled on it, it contracted the net into a small, compact circle around my neck.

“Come on.” The second man jerked at my neck, holding the line as a leash. “I’m not carrying you down this hill in the dark.”

The net continued to burn against my neck as he dragged me to my feet. Head hanging, I padded after him through the snow.

 

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