31 March 2015

Release Day Blitz ~ Against Her Will by Jo Schaffer and Serita Stevens


My name is Cassidy Connor and my parents hate me. Well, they can go to hell. After yet another fight with my manipulative lawyer father and bible thumping mother, I disappear onto Hollywood Blvd among the other street kids. Or so I thought. The cops pick me up for a BS crime I didn't commit, and Dad announces the only way I can avoid charges is to voluntarily admit myself into Oak Dale, a psych ward for crazy teens. I don't belong there -- my parents are the real nut jobs --but it's not like I have a choice.

At Oak Dale, everyone is going on about the kid who just killed himself trying to escape. How could they dump me in a place like this? I'm thrown in with my anorexic roommate, Erin; foster care system victim, Gina; and pyromaniac Tony. Guess he likes to light 'em up. All of us are unwanted baggage, here against our will.

I quickly learn only the strong survive Oak Dale -- and some of us won't make it out alive.

Serita Stevens is an established award winning writer of books and scripts, I was born in Chicago and have always been a writer.

 Jo Schaffer was born and raised in the California Bay Area in a huge, creative family. She is a YA novelist, speaker, writer at Patheos.com, Junior Literary Agent with Gateway Literary, works in film production and is a Taekwondo black belt.

She's a founding member of Writers Cubed and co-founder of the Teen Author Boot Camp, one of the largest conferences in the nation for youth ages 13-19. She and a crew of local and international bestselling authors present writing workshops to hundreds of attendees at the Utah-based conference as well as hundreds of others worldwide who view the conference online.

Jo loves being involved in anything that promotes literacy and family. She is passionate about community, travel, books, music, healthy eating, classic films and martial arts. Her brain is always spinning new ideas for books and sometimes she even gets around to blogging.

Jo now lives in the beautiful mountains of Utah with her filmmaker/artist husband, three strapping sons and a blue-eyed cat named Smokey.

Release day Blitz No Ordinary Billionaire by Author J.S.Scott

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Dante Sinclair never cared about his
family’s money. All the young billionaire ever wanted was to be a cop;
and now that he’s a homicide detective in Los Angeles, he’s a damn good
one. But when he is injured and loses his partner in the line of duty,
he returns to his vacation home in Amesport, Maine, to recover.

 Baxter, a brilliant young doctor still struggling with her stifled
upbringing, has recently moved from Chicago to sleepy Amesport to escape
 her past, hoping to find peace. When Sarah is assigned to Dante’s case,
 there’s an instant heat between them. They couldn’t possibly be more
different, yet their igniting passion is impossible to ignore. As new
feelings awaken within Sarah, her haunted past returns, threatening her
once again. But can Dante overcome his grief and discover the secrets
Sarah is hiding in time to protect and rescue her?


The Forbidden Billionaire (The Sinclairs Book 2)

About Author J.S.Scott 
 Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy
romance. She's an avid reader of all types of books and literature.
Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary
erotic romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost
always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she
just can't seem to write them any other way!

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A few interesting facts about Author J.S. Scott
Author J.S.Scott trained and worked for years as a Registered Respiratory Therapist before becoming an Author.
 self published in April 2012 with no experience at all. “I put together
 my own bad covers and edited the stories myself. (Big
mistake!) I used KDP Select when I first started and offered up the
stories for free, alternating the freebies. To my surprise… I actually
started selling some books.”  Then she really hit it when she started
working on a serial romance trilogy that readers started to follow
enthusiastically — The Billionaire’s Obsession, which
 she eventually packaged into a “complete set” last February, selling
the lot for one very low price. “I was lucky enough to have the book
sell very well… well enough to hit the USA Today and NYT Bestsellers.
Since then, I’ve written complete novels that have also done well.”
 the books that she writes almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a
 happily ever after because she just can't seem to write them any other

29 March 2015

Release Blitz for Declan by Ava Manello

Book: Declan
Series: Wounded Heroes #1
Genre: Military/Suspense Romance
Author: Ava Manello
Cover: Margreet Assleburgs
Hosted by: Francessca’s Romance Reviews


War almost destroyed them, but they survived thanks to their brother in arms Declan.

Coming home wasn't as sweet as they'd hoped, lives had moved on without them. For one it was all too much.

United by grief and angered by injustice the Wounded Heroes vow to always be there for each other.

Little do they know that's going to come sooner rather than later.

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The touch of my fingers sends a small tremor through her.  I try to keep the massage firm, yet tender.  I can already see some of the tension leaving her body.  She groans as I knead the hard knot at the base of her neck.  This past week has been a living nightmare for all of us, but especially her and the stress has really knotted her neck and shoulders.

My hands leave her skin for a moment as I reach for more body lotion. She moans in protest.  There’s a delicate hint of coconut in the air as I warm it in my hands before applying it at the base of her spine.

I knead up and down her back, leaving a trail of warmth where I’ve passed.  I can feel my cock twitching in my tight boxer briefs, begging to be let loose.  It’s been too long since I allowed myself that particular pleasure.  After everything that’s happened I wasn’t sure it would show interest in sex again, I’m pleased that it is, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Georgia is laying face down underneath me, dressed only in skimpy briefs so that I can massage her back.  My legs are astride hers and I’m pretty sure she can feel my cock pushing against her.  She says nothing though.

How the fuck did I find myself here? On this bed and in this position?  This is my friend’s widow for fucks sake.  I need to show him some respect.  I need to remember the man that he was, not the shell he had become.  He sank so low that there was no coming back.  That’s why I’m here.  We buried him today, so the last place I should be right now is in his widow’s bed.

I couldn’t ignore Georgia’s scream though as she’d woken from a nightmare, or the fat tears rolling down her face. She’s too young to be a widow; she’s not even forty. She has her whole life ahead of her.  I’d consoled her by drawing her into my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her close.  She’d whimpered when my hand touched her back.  The downside of living with Max for these past few months had been the abuse.  She may have outgrown most of the bruises but the residual pain was still there.

I’d offered her a back rub in my innocence, and that’s how I came to find myself here now, sitting on top of her and desperately begging my cock to go back into its usual state of stupor.

There’s something sensuous about caressing a woman’s skin, and it’s turning me on.  As awful as it sounds it helps that I can’t see Georgia’s face.  I couldn’t do this if I looked her in the eye.  I need to just pretend she’s some anonymous stranger if I’ve any chance of getting through the rest of this night.

Georgia moans as I release a particularly deep knot in her shoulder, but it sounds more like a moan of passion than relief.

“Declan,” she pleads. “I need you.  I need this.” She whimpers.

“I can’t.” I whisper back. “I can’t do it to Max.” I apologise.

“Fuck Max.” She hisses.  “He didn’t give a shit about either of us these past few months. I need this.” She pauses. “And from the feel of your cock digging into my ass you need it too.” She reasons.

She’s right. I do need it.  But I can’t.

“I can’t look you in the eye.” I apologise.

“Then don’t.” She reasons.  She reaches down behind her, pulling her almost non-existent underwear down and raising her ass slightly.  I can see her glistening pussy. She’s wet for me and I know for sure that my cock is hard for her.

I dismiss the guilt from my mind and release myself from my boxer shorts.  Without allowing myself time to think about it I push into her.  Fuck! That feels so good. It feels so tight and deep.  I pause for a moment just enjoying the sensation, and Georgia lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.

“That feels fucking amazing.” She almost purrs.

Slowly I move in and out of her, each time it feels like I’ve gone deeper than the last.  Her legs are trapped together between mine by her shoved down underwear and her ass is gripping tightly to my cock as I move in and out.

She moves a hand to caress my leg. I stop her by holding her arms down.  From the satisfied moans she’s making, it’s clear she likes that.  Her face is almost hidden in the mattress, the pillow already tossed aside.  She’s got short hair, I want to grab hold of it and pull her head back each time I push into her, but it’s too short for that.  It’s just long enough to hide her face, and that’s probably a good thing. If I saw her face right now I suspect my cock would deflate faster than a popped balloon.

The only sounds in the room are the slap of flesh against flesh as my movements become stronger as do our mutual groans of pleasure.  I slap her ass sharply, and when she doesn’t protest I do it again.  She’s pushing her ass back up against me, silently begging for more.  I give it to her.

That’s when it all goes to shit.  I’m having the best sex I’ve had in months, fuck it I’m having the only sex I’ve had in months, when I hear it.

A car backfires outside and I lose it.  Suddenly I’m not in this suburban bedroom; I’m back in Afghanistan the day it happened.  I can feel the heat, taste the sand in my mouth, and hear the screams of the other guys.

I snap out of it, just in time.  My hands are round Georgia’s neck and I’m strangling her.  She can barely breathe, let alone make a sound and her face is going a shade of purple.  I release my hands quickly.

Georgia draws in a deep gulping breath of air before collapsing back down to the mattress and taking shallow breaths.

“What the fuck!” She croaks, her voice barely there and raspy.

What do I say; how the fuck do I explain the nightmare that I live constantly? I can’t.  Instead I do the most dick move possible.  I pull out of her and rush from the room without explanation.

Within minutes my bag is packed and I’m gone.  Driving to an unknown destination in the dark of the night. I didn’t even say I was sorry.

I’m not sure where to go so I just drive.  I’m not fit to be around normal people.  Something broke in me out in Afghanistan, and I’m not sure I can ever be mended.

So I drive, and wait to see where the road takes me.

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Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,

I love erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.

I'm a mother, but most of all I'm me!

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Release Day Blitz ~ Into the Fire ~ Michele Miller

Title: Into The Fire
Series: Wrecked: Book one
Author: Michele G. Miller

At fifteen, an
accident turned my world upside down. Scarred in every way possible, I shut
down, finding comfort by self-inflicting pain.

I’ve grown
accustomed to the truths of my life, but I’m tired.
Tired of this
Tired of the
Of the pain...
I’m weary of being
this person...
Of being alone...
Though, I’m more
afraid of letting someone in.

It’s been five
Can I return home
and face my fears? Overcome the pain?
It’s time to find

For too long, the
story of my life has been one of horror.
I want my fairy
I want my prince,
my happily ever after.

The question is,
does it want me?

*This is a
standalone novel following a character introduced in the From The Wreckage
series. It is not necessary to read that series to enjoy this story.*

Michele writes novels
with fairytale love for everyday life. Romance is always central to her plots
where the genres range from Coming of Age Fantasy and Drama to New Adult
Romantic Suspense.

Having grown up in both
the cold, quiet town of Topsham, Maine and the steamy, southern hospitality of
Mobile, Alabama, Michele is something of an enigma. She is an avid Yankees fan,
loves New England, being outdoors and misses snow. However she thinks southern
boys are hotter, Alabama football is the only REAL football out there and sweet
tea is the best thing this side of heaven and her children's laughter!

Her family, an amazing
husband and three awesome kids, have planted their roots in the middle of
Michele's two childhood homes in Charlotte, North Carolina.


Into the Fire by Michele G. Miller
Chapter 1

Today’s reality… Doing something new

January 3, 2018

    “Good morning, Danica. How are you today?” asks Dr. Green as he walks into his office, late as usual. 
 His glasses sit askew atop his head, his salt and pepper hair sticking out in all directions. This is the man who has been counseling me to get on with my life. The man who scarcely arrives to our appointments on time. But I like him. He’s easy to talk with: jovial, caring, and not nearly as pushy as other therapists I’ve seen through the years. 
He seats himself in the chair across from me and I close my eyes, breathing in deeply. “I opened my email this weekend.”

“Oh? Is that unusual for you?” he asks.

“My old email. The account from… before.” 

Dr. Green remains quiet, waiting for more. When it becomes clear I’m not offering up an explanation he does as he always does - he pokes at the hornets’ nest. “What prompted you to do that?”

Tears jab the back of my eyelids, even as a small smile dances upon my lips. “I had a birthday Sunday,” I remind him, knowing full well he’s aware my birthday was New Year's Eve. “I turned twenty-one, and do you know what I did?”

He raises a brow in question, perching his glasses on the tip of his nose, and going to work jotting notes on the pad laying in his lap.

“Nothing. I did nothing. I sat in a dark room and watched the teenagers across the street set off fireworks.” I sound so lame, I think to myself, shaking my head. “It’s pathetic honestly. I know it and you know it and that’s why I opened the email. I guess I wanted to know if anyone was thinking of me.”

“You guess?” he asks, and I shrug indifferently. “And, what did you find?”

What did I find? I found years of accumulated junk mail and well wishes from people I’ve long left behind. I didn’t stop to look at the messages, not all of them anyway. Instead, I clicked the senders into alphabetical order and searched for relevant names. More specifically, I searched for one name. 

He’d sent three messages and as I’d read the words on the glowing screen before me, while fireworks popped outside my window, the truth of my life crashed down on me.

I’m weary of being this person, of living life alone, of being afraid to live. 

I’m more afraid of letting someone in. Again. It’s been five years.

Can I face the fear? Overcome the pain?

It’s time to find out. Because if I don’t… I’m not sure I’ll survive.