ADRENALINE Release Blitz with @SunnivaD

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Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!

I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush.

Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.

To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex?

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With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.

On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.

We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.

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Sunniva Dee

Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.

I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” released November 2014. The first book I’ve self-published was the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which made me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014.

I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.

Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!

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Sex is a dance with her. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.
There’s no move she makes I don’t preempt. When it’s new, I follow. When I’m different, she forms to me. She was the ground I walked on. The air I worshipped. The first years together she was my everything.
With Ingela, sex is love. It is guilt over not giving her what she’s worthy of.
This girl. She deserves so much. And I?
I don’t have it all.
The way she looks at me. It’s knives sharpened and twisting in my gut because the extent of her love is beyond my capacity. I tell her again, for the seventh time in five years, what the answer always must be:
“Ingela, I can’t. You are the best person I know. You deserve someone with the chops to love you hard and forever. I’m not that man.”
Again, I’ve reduced her to this; her body, the one I just took to the skies in ecstasy, wracks with grief. This is why tonight is the last time we break up. I hate myself. I have to accept that I can’t make her happy.
It’s time I quit chickening out, quit running back to her over a bleak fling and whenever I need solace. To me, she’s comfort and familiarity. I’ll never stop loving Inga.
But to her, I’m still everything.

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The chase is over. Right here, right now, this is it. Even if it only lasts thirty seconds, the rush of what I’m about to do floods me and makes me feel. It’s so intense, every muscle in my body goes rigid with anticipation.
The air is sharp and early-morning raw. I stare out from my post on an overhang off Firam Peak. Let my eyes judge the steep drop into the ravine on the backside of the mountain. Jagged granite walls form unpredictable patterns that crash to the bottom the way I will soon, and a light dusting of snow contrasts starkly with the somber stone.
I shake my arms. Not to relieve the tension but to make sure I’m nimble and ready. I didn’t invite my friends, Dan and Marek, along today. I’d be better off with someone else around, of course, but nothing compares to the thrill I experience as I step forward alone. I’m on the edge now, in every sense of the word.
I draw in a breath of icy oxygen. Crack my fingers inside my gloves and adjust the strap on my helmet. I’m ready.
It’s so easy to plunge off the cliff. All I do is heave up on my toes and extend my arms. A light bend at the knees and I’m off, flying.
Ah, yes. I fly.
So good.
The wind howls around me. I’m fast—I’ve jumped a dozen times into this ravine so the speed doesn’t surprise me. When we started base jumping, Dan and I would heave ourselves as far out as we could to stay clear of the rock walls during the free-fall. With the velocity you take on, the smallest miscalculation will throw you against the ragged stone, toss you around, and beat you about like a rag doll. It’d be hard to survive.
It gets boring, though, to be careful every time. Which is why, at this point, to get that rush—the woozy bliss inundating my brain for hours afterward—I simply tip off the edge.
The wingsuit I wear is advanced technology. I stretch my arms out to the side, the fabric spanning open at my sides. A familiar sting of disappointment sings through me as I realize I’ll never fly without the squirrel suit. I can’t even begin to imagine the drug it would be to base jump with no security equipment. Straight to death, of course. I chuckle to myself at the thought.
I’m reaching the white ravine floor too quickly. Fuck, I’m lightning fast. The parachute on my back is a click away, but I postpone it, postpone it—
I’m on top of the world!
I’m so fucking alive while I plunge to what could be my last moment on Earth. I curl my body into a somersault and shout my rush out in an echo against the surrounding rock.
“Wooh-hooh!”

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My cell just buzzed. It’s four in the morning on a weekday. On an instinctual level, I know who it is. I’m not one to give myself breaks; not once, not once, do I not answer when he calls, so I sit up, adrenaline diluting my blood and telling me to go-go-go.
“Stop missing me, asshole,” I say into the receiver.
Brooding, emotional, feel-sorry-for-himself, wishy-washy, sexy nightmare Bo. He’s the epitome of inconsiderate. I’ve been studying in the US for over two years now, but my ex keeps calling me from home. Not giving a damn about the time difference, he calls right when the hell he needs me.
I fumble for the light. Turn it on. Squint and clutch my phone tighter. “Hej,” I puff out next since he doesn’t respond right away.
“Hej, Inga,” he breathes back. Voice silky, like the damn singer-guitarist he is, he says what I knew he would as if he didn’t hear my initial greeting. “I miss you.”
“You’re horrible, Bo.”
“Come on, Inga—this is hard.”
I know what he means by hard. “Is it?” I ask, sitting up straighter. “Is it, now? Then, why did you break up with me for the fifteenth time in, like, what…”
I don’t want to repeat the number of years out loud. Bo and I were an item on and off between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one. All I care about right now is him shutting the hell up. Whenever I’m almost over him, he’s there again. Black-velvety soft voice in my ear, making adrenaline, my worst enemy, course through my body until I tremble.
The man on the phone drove me to the brink a while back. There’s a reason why I’m here and not in Gothenburg where I’d be subject to his erratic moods on a daily basis.
For the millionth time, I wish I didn’t remember the good parts. Me, starting out as the sixteen-year-old groupie of his local band. The parties, the fun. The endless nights in our own little world in the dump he rented with two fellow bandmates. I swallow a lump in my throat. It was supposed to be us always. Not just for a few years. And he wasn’t supposed to be… the way he is.
“Inga, did you hear what I said?” Bo whispers now, like he cares that I should be asleep at this hour.
“No.”
“I call you, and you don’t even listen?”
“Doing my best,” I say. By the displeased huff he makes, I can tell he understands; I’m doing my best at not listening to him.
“I’m accepting a scholarship to a one-year guitar clinic in Los Angeles.”
Even sitting, my knees go weak. Deepsilver, the gorgeous little college town I’ve set new roots in here on the East Coast, must be only hours from Los Angeles by plane. The pull is on my heartstrings already—I’m too close to where Bo will be.
“Why?” I ask. “They can’t teach you anything here that you can’t learn in Gothenburg, I’m sure. And the band—are they replacing you?”
He puffs a snicker. “Naw. I don’t think so.” Bo is aware that he’s the chick magnet of the bunch and the reason they’ve been doing decent as a college band since they moved to the big city.
“I might check in with some labels while I’m in L.A. The band is with me on this. Probably heading over too, if I can scrounge up some gigs for us. Maybe we’ll tour the East Coast. How about that, Inga? We’ll pop by your little town.”
“Uh-huh, whatever.” I hurt. I try not to admit it to myself, but I miss him so much. The need to have him with me under my covers sucker-punches me. No one. No one is like Bo in bed. I feel the ghost of his hands on my skin as he lets out a quiet laugh on the other end.
“You’re so silly, Ingela. Just give it up already. I’ll take a couple of days in Deepsilver on my way there, okay? I’ll treat you well.”
I blush. There’s a reason to his sexy chuckle, to his sudden promise. As soon as I’m the slightest bit turned on, my breathing stops cooperating. Five years of on-and-off dating has Bo tuned in to the smallest changes in me the way he is to his guitar. So yes, he’s completely aware of his effect on me.
“Fuck you,” I mumble.
“Do you swear as much in English as you do in Swedish?” he purrs like he’s describing dirty pleasures.
“None of your—”
“—goddamn business?”
“Yeah, that. Bye, dick.”

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Sex, for instance. Damn straight, sex is a major high. I curve a hand around Inga’s waist, kneading, and she lets out a happy sigh. Some tumbles are more exciting than others, of course. Some chicks are more fiery than others.
I look down Inga’s supermodel body. She’s skinny, muscular in a feminine way and almost as tall as me. Small, firm breasts. I know they’re firm because I’ve felt her up more than once. I want to feel them right now, actually. I wonder if she’d consider me as a fuck buddy if I worked up the nerve to ask? The thought of that high I crave so badly tenses my jaw.
I inch my hand up across her belly, covering my move from an audience with the other arm. Ingela squirms to get more comfortable in my lap. She lifts her elbow enough for me to sneak up even higher under her shirt.
I’m easy. Just the thought of this little indiscretion makes my adrenal gland squirt its drug into my blood. Is her bra too tight? Will she allow me to cup her boob right here between our friends?
I kiss her temple. A small grin plays on her sleepy mouth. To me, Ingela’s the ultimate girl. Ever since she first cussed me out with a big smile on her face, since she gave me a bite mark on my upper thigh in a make-believe bar brawl, I’ve been in deep. For a girl, she’s fucking up there.
Not that I love her. No, people I simply enjoy being with. I don’t love them. Well, obviously Mom—my big bro, Patrick, the hotshot pilot. But that’s it. At thirteen, I realized that the only thing I’ve ever really loved is the sensation of being one hundred percent alive. In the everyday grind—school, work, colleagues, friends—you merely trot along. There’s no gallop, no living to the max.
No mental, wicked, ace living.
I grin wide.
“What’s that face for?” BB girl Beth squints my way. She’s got a thing for me, probably because I’ve never fucked her and she’s curious. I’ve had several of her colleagues. BB girls are easier lays than Smother girls.
Robin snorts. “Bet he’s thinking about next weekend. Dude’s got the weekend off and is spending his tip money on stupid shit.”
I laugh at that, and Ingela groans, uncomfortable at my chest rocking against her.
“What’re you doing?” Beth asks. “Something extreme again?” Her eyes go to my broken finger.
I shrug the shoulder Ingela isn’t resting on. “I heal fast. Plus, the ticket’s been paid for since Christmas. I’d go with a broken back.”
Beth sucks in a girly breath, and I smell acting. “Oh, don’t say that—you’re jinxing yourself, Cam. Don’t get hurt out there.”
She’s full of it. I always get myself hurt.
“Don’t go,” Ingela slurs.
“What, darlin’?” I drawl out. Clearly, I’ve heard wrong.
“Don’t. Go.” She doesn’t say it louder, just more pronounced.
“Hmm. You’ll miss me now?” She arches her back the tiniest bit, and it’s the little shift I need to slip a few digits in under her bra. Five seconds later, I’ve cupped that sweet little tit of hers. So soft and warm.
“Perv,” she tells me but doesn’t object to my groping ways.

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Troy or Roy is the last one to get off his barstool. Dude’s been on his ass the entire night. It’s three a.m., I’ve grabbed a broom, and I’m sweeping beneath his chair.
“Ingela…” he slurs out, blinking slowly. “You know I like you, right? You must’ve noticed.”
“Uh-huh—you need a cab, honey?” I inquire.
“Naw, I was thinking… do you want to, um, go on a date with me?” He’s so drunk I don’t think he had to work up the courage to ask. Unless you count the months he’s been sitting on that stool without broaching the subject.
“Nope, I don’t,” I say and pat his cheek.
He instantly turns whiny. “Whyyy?” He drags the word out like Lyric does. “You’re such a hottie and shit.”
I try to lift one of his stool legs high enough to pull out the wadded-up napkin stuck underneath it. “Whatevs, and you need to go home. We’re closed.”
“Oh yeah, but you’ll be open again tomorrow anyway. Or hey, today,” the smartass says. Stupid me buys into the conversation.
“I’m off to bed, dude. We all have to sleep at some point.”
As I stand, he snatches my hand in a drunken plea. “Oh, Inga—pretty Inga—say ‘yes’ to a date? You’re my… uh. Number ten.”
Whatever that means. “Nope, don’t want to,” I tell him. “Go home or I’m calling Jason to butt you out of here. See ya later, buddy.”
He whimpers and stands. Wobbles. Then, he narrows his eyes at me. “You Swedes are different, huh? Okay, how about no date, just—I’ll take you straight to bed?”
From his expression, he thinks he’s onto something. Sure, I could be in that mood. Tonight, for instance, as tired as I am, I still don’t feel like going home alone. I’d love to wake up with company—only the concept doesn’t involve overly drunk guys I’ve never felt an inkling of attraction to.
I jump when a strong hand curls around my upper arm. “Troy,” Cam says behind me. “Leave Inga alone. We’ll get you a taxi home, okay?”
Troy’s face slowly morphs to offended as he plops down on the stool again. “Oh, so he can touch you? I’ve seen you two—you let him frenchie you, even. What does he have, huh?”
A single snicker hits my ear from Cameron. “You think she should be fair? If she kisses me, she should kiss you too?”
I grin. That is a funny concept. Fairness in kisses.
The guy huffs, mad. “Don’t get what’s so special about…” He tilts his chin to Cameron but tries to focus on my face as he speaks.
Cam interrupts, though, letting go of me and moving over to Troy. “It’s time, cuddle-bun. We’ll find you someone nice tonight if you’re not too hung over, all right? Inga’s busy.”
“I am?” I say, catching Cam’s gaze as he stacks Troy on his feet and accommodates his arm around his neck to haul him off.
“Ass,” Troy mumbles but doesn’t resist.
“I’m going home with you,” Cam explains to me.
I get butterflies at that. At how sure he sounds when he tells me. He winks over Troy’s lolling head and mouths, Stay put.

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Cover Reveal for Love Always, Damian by @dNicholeKing

A Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Love Always, Damian 
(Love Always #2)

by

D. Nichole King

Published by: Limitless Publishing
Release Date: May 26th 2015

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They say time heals all wounds.

What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind.

Every. Damn. Day.

I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can’t do what she asked.

I can’t let her go.

Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her.

And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door.

Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up.

Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia.

I’ll lose my life.

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DNichole

Born and raised in Iowa, d. Nichole King writes her stories close to home. There’s nothing like small-town Midwest scenery to create the perfect backdrop for an amazing tale.

She wrote her first book in junior high and loved every second of it. However, she couldn’t bring herself to share her passion with anyone. She packed it away until one day, with the encouragement of her husband, she sat down at the computer and began to type. Now, she can’t stop.

When not writing, d. is usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.

Along with her incredible husband, she lives in small-town Iowa with her four adorable children and their dog, Peaches.

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. A man who never reads lives only one.” –George R. R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

*Author links*
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5 Alien Stars Review

The emotions Mrs. King is able to manifest just blows my mind. I can’t begin to explain how much I loved this series. So. Freaking. Good. Every. Single. Page. You won’t be disappointed, promise! Simply, wow. Full review to come. 😀

Last Hours to Win $500!

OMG, I’ve been super sick this week. UGH! Sucks so bad, but today I’m feeling much better. I’ve walked around with tissues stuffed up my nose… yeah, not pretty. Good news is, I finished reading Adrenaline by Sunniva Dee! Let me just say WOW! This book is by far my favorite, and I loved her other books. That’s saying something. Almost finished with Opposition, too! Woot! Woot! Read Fractured Energy by Lynn Vroman, which is now my favorite in her Energy series. Get’s pretty steamy in this one 🙂 This week I’m hoping to finish a secret project 😉 finish edits for HD2, and get some serious words down for Interception! Basically, I’m gonna be working my ass off.

Real quick, I want to say thanks to everyone who joined Lynn and I on Facebook throughout the week during our takeover! Congrats to all the winners… Speaking over winners, there is still time to WIN that $500 Amazon Gift Card! Winner will be announced TOMORROW, so be sure to enter NOW!

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Austin Book Fest Fun!

This post is late, so sorry! Austin was an absolute blast, and I can’t wait to head back next year 😀

The ABF/Vixen weekend started at Creme Bakery & Cafe in Austin, TX. A Fun night with great food, drinks, friends, and a BOOK EXCHANGE! Vixen love was everywhere! I was so amazed by how far and wide some of those ladies traveled to be there! On to the exchange… Gone With the Wind is a classic and my fav, and someone wrapped that baby up for the exchange. Say what?! Had to take a picture with the all-time classic masterpiece, even though I wasn’t the winner.

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However, (sadly) I wasn’t the lucky person who left with Gone With the Wind. BUT! (sliver linings) Cristal with Three Little Birds Book Blog did (lucky)!

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Here’s what Cezanne with BCS Reviews and Yamara with Panty Dropping Books Blog nabbed at the exchange!

(The Bet by Rachel Van Dyken)

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(The Edge of Never by J.A. Redmerski)

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The next day was THE day! (OMG) Let me start by saying I’d NEVER been to a signing (other than my own, last month in Austin). I was so star struck. Before we left for the airport to pick up Cristal and C, I walked past Jennifer Freaking Armentrout. Holy crap! A little known fact about me: So when I get nervous, I laugh (a lot) and I either can’t form a complete sentence or I ramble with the inability of shutting up. When Yamara said, “Hey. There’s Jennifer, go say hi.” I totally laughed, turned and walked away. *sigh* No lie! I learned later that evening that Cristal was Jennifer’s assistant during the signing. More on how that went later.

My first stop at the signing was with Katie Ashley!

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Sadly, I didn’t grab a picture with Molly McAdams, but I did get Talking Chances signed by her and Chase Grayson. Before I move on, I’ve got a question about Chase. So I thought he was on a cover of her book and I (like a creeper) kept looking at him and wondered which book? Is he on the Trusting Liam cover? Regardless, I was super excited to see Molly again. Wait, back up (I’m so all over the place and hope I don’t confuse anyone). Friday night Molly was at the hotel and she totally remembered meeting Yamara and me for dinner the month before! She even asked about the signing. I can’t express how super sweet she is. Thanks to Molly for being so nice even if I seemed like a complete spaz 😉

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On to the next excitement! While getting a few signatures for friends, I won an ARC of Come to Me Recklessly by A.L. Jackson, who was so down to earth and nice, as well! More books to read and authors to love!

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During this time, I was gathering enough nerve to meet my “THE AUTHOR” of the event… Jennifer Armentrout. I hadn’t worked up enough balls yet, so I detoured to say hi with Cezanne, who helped out Katy McGarry. And OMG! I LOVE her books. I nearly went blank and laughed, but took in a deep chunk of air and was actually able to talk… without rambling. Win, win! Katy chatted about a new book set to come out and her characters from Crash Into You and Take Me On. WOW! Pushing The Limits started my love for Katy’s books and every story after is just amazing as the first! 😀

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So, I’d worked through my star struck-ness (is that a word?) and I jumped into JLA’s line. *I’m gonna do this* But before I got up to her table, I start talking to another author, Rachel Hollis. She asked where in Texas I was from, which lead to her book! Rachel’s MC from Party Girl lives in Odessa, TX (which is next door to Midland)! She mentioned a few characters who were from Midland, too! Super cool so I had to buy her book, right?! Totally meant to be 😀

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After meeting Rachel, Jennifer Armentrout’s line started to really move! I met a few readers and talked books while we waited. Then the time to meet Jennifer arrived. I smiled and was trying really hard not to blubber, when Jennifer said, “I’m sorry, I can’t sign these for you.” WTH?! I then started stumbling over my words while trying to form a sentence. My face was SO red and then she laughed, along with Cristal. Jennifer (freaking) Armentrout said, “She told me to give you a hard time.” We all laughed and I proceeded to tell her that I was like RIGHT beside her yesterday and she was like, “Oh,yeah. I think I remember that.” Die! I told her she was my favorite author, but the rest was a blur. Cristal captured the moment with a pic! OMG! How awesome 😀

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The last signature I needed was Colleen Hoover’s, and the line was out the door. Me along with a new groups of awesome ladies I met worried we wouldn’t get our books signed. However, Colleen and Tarryn walked the line and signed everyone’s book! I could imagine how exhausted they were. All the authors stayed way past the designated end time. My shoulder was killing me from hauling all those books around, but it was totally worth it!

On to the Author Meet and Greet! My first excitement was with Colleen Hoover! OMG! So flipping exciting 😀

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I didn’t think the night would get much better, but it did! While waiting in line for a drink, I met the author of Brightside, Kim Holden! Brightside had recently been added to my TBR list so I was (again) excited to meet the author in person. The moment of excitement hit the roof when I, ME, was noticed as an author! Convo: You look so familiar.

Me: Um, IDK, I’m on FB. (I always feel weird saying I’m an author. Like, I’m not even CLOSE to as awesome as the authors at ABF). So, I swallow and said, “Well, I’m an author.”

“OMG! Yes! Someone recommended YOUR book to me!”

ME: *jumps up and down, squealing like a maniac* “OMG, are you serious?! That is so exciting! Can we take a picture together? *I had to capture that moment forever*

“YES! “

This picture became my ALL-TIME favorite of the weekend. I will NEVER forget that awesome and wonderful feeling when meeting readers. Thank you for everything ❤

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So, Charlene Zapata, friend and author of Sublime Wreckage and Sublime Resistance was at this event, too! How cool. I ran over and to tell her what had just happened. She laughed and was like, “Hey. This is Tammara Webber.” Guys, Charlene is all nonchalant when she introduced us. WOW! I LOVED her book Easy!

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To celebrate how great the day/night was, Charlene, Amberly, Yamara, and I headed to 6th street.

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Do y’all know who the actor, Adrien Brody is? Well, I got to meet him:D Just kidding, but Michael looked so much like him. He’s even an avid reader 😉 We chatted books, of course 😉

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The weekend was a hit! Texas Tech was at the hotel recruiting students, so I HAD to snap a picture under the Go Tech balloons. Tristan and Elle would’ve been proud! IMG_0207

Before heading out for good, Distraction was left for someone to find.

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Heather Huff, congrats and hope you enjoy the read. The weekend was filled with such great energy, and I’m so glad to have made new pals during my stay. Have a great week, everyone ❤

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Cover Reveal of ADRENALINE by @SunnivaD

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Adrenaline

by
Sunniva Dee

Genre: New Adult
Release Date: April 30, 2015

Cover Design: CT Cover Creations

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Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!

I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush.

Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.

To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex?

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With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.

On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.

We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.

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Sex is a dance with her. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.

There’s no move she makes I don’t preempt. When it’s new, I follow. When I’m different, she forms to me. She was the ground I walked on. The air I worshipped. The first years together she was my everything.
With Ingela, sex is love. It is guilt over not giving her what she’s worthy of.

This girl. She deserves so much. And I?

I don’t have it all.

The way she looks at me. It’s knives sharpened and twisting in my gut because the extent of her love is beyond my capacity. I tell her again, for the seventh time in five years, what the answer always must be:

“Ingela, I can’t. You are the best person I know. You deserve someone with the chops to love you hard and forever. I’m not that man.”

Again, I’ve reduced her to this; her body, the one I just took to the skies in ecstasy, wrecks with grief. This is why tonight is the last time we break up. I hate myself. I have to accept that I can’t make her happy.

It’s time I quit chickening out, quit running back to her over a bleak fling and whenever I need solace. To me, she’s comfort and familiarity. I’ll never stop loving Inga.

But to her, I’m still everything.

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Excerpt 2

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The chase is over. Right here, right now, this is it. Even if it only lasts thirty seconds, the rush of what I’m about to do floods me and makes me feel. It’s so intense, every muscle in my body goes rigid with anticipation.

The air is sharp and early-morning raw. I stare out from my post on an overhang off Firam Peak. Let my eyes judge the steep drop into the ravine on the backside of the mountain. Jagged granite walls form unpredictable patterns that crash to the bottom the way I will soon, and a light dusting of snow contrasts starkly with the somber stone.

I shake my arms. Not to relieve the tension but to make sure I’m nimble and ready. I didn’t invite my friends Dan and Marek along today. I’d be better off with someone else around, of course, but nothing compares to the thrill I experience as I step forward alone. I’m on the edge, now, in every sense of the word.

I draw in a breath of icy oxygen. Crack my fingers inside my gloves and adjust the strap on my helmet. I’m ready.

It’s so easy to plunge off the cliff. All I do is heave up on my toes and extend my arms. A light bend at the knees and I’m off, flying.

Ah, yes. I fly.

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About The Author

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Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.

I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November 2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014!
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!

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Books Stuff and Reviews

Okay, so I’m gonna try really hard to write a post once a week. Try… I’ve been busy, swear! I’m editing Hope’s Deceit (The Fated, #2) while writing Interception (Distraction, #3)—plan to have Interception finished at the end of April, so feel free to pester me until it’s done 😉

I got some reading in, too! So excited!! Love Always, Kate, Leon’s Way, and Lost Energy were such fantastic reads and the authors are super sweet. Anyone ready to tackle Thoughtful by S.C. Stephens? Man, I can’t wait to jump back into Kellan Kyle’s world. *fans self* But before I read Thoughtful I plan to finish Jennifer Armentrout’s Origin (so sad the series is over, which is why I haven’t read this yet) and on to Taking Chances by Molly McAdams (OMG! I actually met her! Super sweet!). What’s on y’alls reading list? I’d love suggestions on what to read next ❤

All right, off to edit and write. See everyone again next week. Don’t be strangers, and check out my reviews below! 😀

 

 

AALost

Last spring, Lena discovered who she was.

Now all she wants to do is move on—and find a way to be with Tarek, the new Warden of Arcus and the love of her life. Even though worlds separate them now, she holds onto the hope they’ll be together again. Until then, Lena focuses on being truly happy for the first time in her life…this life. She has new friends, an apartment free from her abusive father, and the chance to live a normal life.

But for Lena, the past never stays gone.

A woman from another lifetime reveals Cassondra, Exemplian’s new authority commander, is seeking revenge against Tarek for killing her brother. There is only one way to end this new threat…

This time, it will take more than Wilma to keep the monsters away. It’ll take an entire army–an army who remembers Lena from her past life, and who might just want her dead, too.

Lena’s past will shape her future more than she could ever imagine.

5 Alien Stars

Kick ass book! Full review once released, but damn, so good! I’m late, but here is my full review. I loved Lost more than Tainted Energy. The story is fast paced and filled with more action. However, I don’t enjoy a book unless it has romance, so let’s cut to the good part 😉 Lena and Tarek aren’t together, but he’s able to talk to her every night. OMG! So sad, but sweet at the same time. He misses her and she him, of course. Reading the angst was more than enough to keep me flipping page after page. I HAD to know if they got their happy ending….

Aside from Lena and Tarek, Vroman’s side characters shine, too! I mean to write so well that it makes me care about what happens to someone else in the book, is a gift. Details below…

Remember Belva from Tainted? The asshole chick turned Lena’s best-friend. She’s actually a pretty cool person. What about Ferran? He’s the Protector, who at the end of Tainted was sent to watch over Lena since Tarek was stuck in Arcus. Anyway, Belva and Ferran spark up a nice little romance! I LOVED the banter between them. They totally made me laugh and blush the entire time.

Lost isn’t rainbows and sunshine. Lena’s on a mission to make up for her past, and to do that she learns more than she wants to. Trust and determination push Lena and when the end came, I was shocked. The book finishes with one hell of a cliffhanger! UGH! Can’t wait to read where Vroman takes her characters in Fractured Energy!

I think if you enjoy SiFi, action, different worlds, and romance, then you’ll love Lynn Vroman’s Energy Series!

Leon

I’m Leon , number one object of Deepsilver’s rumor mill. Owner of student hotspot, Smother.

Since I was sixteen, the world has been mine. I do everything—
My way.

Every co-ed in town clenches her thighs over me, but most don’t fit the bill. See, I like my girls broken . Once I detect my shade of don’t-give-a-fuck damaged, I fight hard, I fight dirty, and I don’t give up until—
I conquer.

Drunk fathers and frequent beatings don’t merit attention, but when my despicable dad starts the process of croaking, I’m forced to remember. Thus, the downward spiral begins: my latest broken-girl turns the tables on me and splits. My hot-as-hell employee, Arriane, throws me the curve ball of a lifetime. And suddenly—
I’m out of control.

But at the center of my chaos, she exists. Always close, always sweet, and so beautifully fucking… wholesome. She represents everything I’ve shied from in a woman. Still—
I crave her.

I’m Leon, and I don’t deny my cravings. Just—this girl is not surrendering. So here I am, fighting harder. Fighting dirtier. And goddammit all, I will—
Conquer.

 

 5 Alien Stars

A great book keeps me glued to my seat until the end, and Leon’s Way did just that! The characters made laugh, yell, and cry. A roller coaster of emotions filled with highs and lows, but so worth every minute it took to reach the finish line. Leon captured my interest from the beginning, and OMG was he hot! LEON: A sexy, smart, fun-loving, wild and broken mess of a man. Arriane: A hard working, responsible, smart, independent woman secretly in love with her boss. Leon and Arrianne’s life changes on New Year’s Eve… One night full of fire makes for a heck of a story! Trust me, Leon’s Way isn’t for the faint of heart, this book is for people who love angst!

 

Love Always Kate

Dear Diary,

Leukemia’s been my life since I was eleven. Now, six years later, I want my life back. Only I’m not sure what that is.

The test results came back today. 22,000. Which means I’m officially out of remission—again.

I have three options:
1. Another round of chemo.
2. A super-new experimental drug.
3. Dump it all— forget the meds and treatments and enjoy the time I have left.

I think I know what I want.

Then, in walks Damian, changing everything.

I mean, everything.

He’s got his own set of issues. It binds us together, you know? We understand what it’s like to lose what matters most in seconds.

Still, the last thing I need is to have someone else to crush if I can’t fight hard enough. And the last thing he needs is someone else to grieve.

Never mind. I’m down to two options now.

Somehow I know that whichever one I choose, the result will be the same. With the sand in my hourglass seeping to the bottom, I hope there’s enough left to show Damian that life’s worth living. Worth fighting for.

Worth dying for.

Love Always,
Kate

 

5 Alien STARS

Love Always, Kate isn’t a quick read. It’s the type of book you take in slowly. Read each page carefully, soaking up every emotion King throws your way. I fully expected to wipe my eyes a few times… I didn’t expect to feel so much that I couldn’t STOP crying. UGH! I hate reviews. I want to tell you why I hated and loved Damian. Say why I ached to take Kate and her parents pain away… but I can’t. Love Always, Kate is a book you have to read in order to experience its greatness: happiness, longing, torture, love. The characters are well developed and realistic in their flaws. The story never slows or drags, but rather keeps moving at a steady pace. You see each scene as if it were on the big screen. Fantastic job, D. Nichole King! I can’t wait to read more 🙂  AND! Eight Days (A Love Always, Kate novella) is out! I’m dying to jump into that. On King’s FB page, she mentioned a book2: Love Always, Damian. OMG! Yeah, I totally need to stock up on Kleenex. Hope you enjoyed ❤