Sunday, September 20, 2015

Cover Reveal: Endless Possibility, a RUSH novella by Emma Scott

Endless Possibility, a RUSH novella by Emma Scott Cover Reveal

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Synopsis: 
After the disastrous Planet X party, Noah Lake knows he must to learn to cope with his anger and bitterness, to learn to live as he is and not as he had been. He sets out on an impossible journey, alone. in the hopes of making himself worthy of Charlotte's love, and to slay the demons of an old life that is lost to him.
As he makes his arduous way across Europe, following Charlotte's tour, Noah writes of his experiences that will become his memoir, and it is only after reading his words that Charlotte comes to fully understand the hardships Noah endured for their sake; a journey that nearly broke him in mind, body, and spirit. She knows what she must do: show Noah that while she is the light in his darkness, he is the music in her heart, and that without him, she'd be just as lost.
Endless Possibility is the final chapters in a love story about acceptance, peace, and the bond between two souls who have found their equal in each other, and the happily ever after they both deserve.

Amazon link: http://goo.gl/FgdZ9T


Goodreads link: http://bit.ly/1hDrLfk


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Blog Tour: Fading Memories by A.M. Willard


Fading Memories
by A.M. Willard
Blog Tour
Contemporary Inspirational Romance




Synopsis

Isabel Nichols’s life
changed in more ways than one through the years. As a young child, she
experienced a loss that devastated her. It wasn’t until she was an adult that
the universe around her shattered. In a twenty-four-hour time frame, she lost
what she’d thought was her world. What followed was a year of mourning, a year
of grieving, a year of darkness. Now, there’s one man who can show her the
light.

Dakota Jackson left his
life behind on a whim, moving to a beach cottage away from the big city where
he grew up. He sees through Izzie’s clouds as he gets to know her, with the
drive to be everything that she’s ever needed. The only problem is, Dakota
holds the key to a secret that could ruin both of their hopes and dreams.

Passion isn’t always
enough to heal a broken heart; love isn’t always enough to guide you through
the darkness.

This is about two souls
that were meant to be together from the day they were born. Two people who have
to figure out a way to look past the memories. It’s the now; it’s living your
life as you’re meant to, loving the one your heart craves. It’s about letting
go of the grieving, learning to be who you are, and accepting life for what it
is.

Can
love cure all things despite its hardships?






Endorsement
"Lives
entwined as intricately as a lovers' knot, Dakota balances his need to get
closer to Izzie with her need for distance in a battle of wills where love and
acceptance is the ultimate prize." Author Libby Austin.

Excerpt

The glass shatters around my feet
and a few pieces actually cut my skin.
“Shit. Shit. Shit!” I yell.
“Don’t move; you’ll cut yourself
even more.”
In a flash, I’m lifted from the
floor and placed onto the counter. Dakota raised me like it was nothing, and is
now looking around for the broom and dustpan.
“Pantry,” I say and point to the
door.
“I’m sorry for startling you; I
didn’t mean to scare you. Are you always this jumpy?” he asks as he stops what
he’s doing to glance at me.
“Yes, when I have a strange man
in my kitchen that I don’t know is behind me, I tend to be a little jumpy,” I
say with a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m not a stranger, you know.
Just a guy that moved in next door and is trying to get to know the neighbor.”
“Are you done yet? I’ve got work
to do.”
“Almost, but you need to let me
clean the cuts on your foot first, then you can go back to work.”
“I’ll clean them. I don’t need
anyone to take care of me. Got it?”
“Oh, I’m sure you can take care
of yourself, but I think you should let me take care of you. You know, it’s not
a bad thing to let people in.”
God,
that smirk he always gives me … it’s about to drive me nuts. Jumping down from
the counter, I decide to do this myself. This is a conversation that needs to
be avoided. In the bathroom, I lock the door behind me and locate the peroxide
and a bandage. I hike my foot up on the side of the tub and dab the cotton ball
onto the small cut. My breath hitches from the sting. Satisfied that they’re
clean enough, everything goes back up and I head back out.

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Author
Bio



A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and happy ever
afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing contemporary romance
with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the One Night Series on
April 12, 2014 has sent her on a new journey in life. A.M.’s passion for
writing started at a young age, but with the love and support from her husband
of eighteen years pushed her to follow her dreams. Once she hit that first
publish button, she hasn’t looked back.

Publications available from A.M. Willard include the Chances
Series, Love on the Screen, and everyone’s favorite, the One Night Series.
She’s also had an article published in the Writer’s Monthly Review Magazine and
was just accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of
2015.

A.M. Willard was born and raised in the Panhandle of Florida, but
resides in Savannah GA with her husband, son, two cats, one rotten dog, and her
six chickens. Yes, we said chickens…

You can connect with A.M.
Willard on her website at www.amwillard.com or subscribe to her newsletter for
the latest releases, teasers, and sale alerts:
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Excerpt Reveal: Last Hope A Hitman Novel by Jessica Clare & Jen Frederick

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In the explosive new Hitman novel from the bestselling authors of
Last Kiss and Last Hit a jungle mercenary
and a female target find love on the run...


PRE-ORDER  LAST HOPE NOW!


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LAST HOPE EXCERPT


Ava
I wake up with my face pressed against a warm, broad chest and my legs tangled in the leaves of a tree. Somewhere close by, I hear birds chirping. There’s sunlight dappling my face and everything feels damp.
Everything also hurts.
I’m dazed and my head is ringing with pain, and the sun is beaming right into my eyes, which is freaking annoying as hell. I rub a hand across my face and it takes me a few moments to realize that I shouldn’t see the sun at all if I’m inside an airplane.
Then I remember the storm. The thunderous boom as the plane was hit by lightning. Screams. The wing catching fire. The chaos of Afonso with his gun. Free-falling through the cabin, my grip on the seats the only thing keeping me from flying through six thousand feet of empty air.
Mendoza’s hand ripping out of mine when the cabin depressurized. The screams of people going silent.
Mendoza.
I remember him, too.
A noise from somewhere nearby catches my attention. It sounds like heavy breathing. I open my eyes and look around.
I’m still strapped to my seat. There’s a portion of the plane underneath me, and the two seats Mendoza and I buckled into are still together.
He’s next to me, the broad chest I’m currently draped across. His eyes are closed, dried, crusted blood around the injured one. He’s got an enormous bruise on his forehead and his arms are around me, as if he was trying to protect me even as we fell.
“Mendoza?” I ask, sitting upright and pulling out of his arms. Sitting up makes everything in my body scream with pain. My ankles hurt, but I don’t know if it’s because they’re seriously injured or because they were tucked under the seat in front of me, which is also still attached. I test my legs, untangling them from his longer ones, and wince at the pain shooting through my body. It feels like I’ve been trampled in my sleep. My ribs hurt, and my right arm radiates agony.
But . . . I’m alive. I sit up a bit straighter and look at my right arm. The purse I’ve carried for days is gone. The skin is puffy and turning purple. When I flex my fingers, the pain brings tears to my eyes. I look away from it, faint and sick to my stomach at the sight. It’s not just the pain but what it represents. I’m a hand model. I can’t do a thing if my hands are jacked up.
Not that it matters right now.
“Mendoza,” I say again, because I’m about to panic, and panic hard. “Wake up. Please.”
He doesn’t stir.
Fear clutches me, and I grab his shirt with my good hand and give him a shake. “Mendoza?”
That doesn’t wake him, either. I press my cheek to his chest and listen for a heartbeat.
It’s slow and steady. Whew. I sit up and examine him again. The knot on his forehead is huge. Maybe he just got knocked out. I’ll have to figure out how to wake him up once I figure out where we are. It looks like our section of the plane somehow separated from the rest of the wreckage, which is why we’re alive and not a skidmark on the ground.
I shift in my seat and the world tilts. My eyes go wide and I freeze in place, then look around.
I can see trees overhead, and sunshine, but it’s just now occurred to me that we’re not on the ground. The chairs are tilted and everything shakes when I move.
I’m pretty sure we’re in a tree. Clutching at the arm of the chair, I sit up carefully and look around.
I see nothing but air and leaves, green vines and dappled shadows. In the distance, I hear the sound like heavy breathing again. I look at Mendoza, but it’s not him. Oh God. Is it Afonso? Is he still here? Biting my lip, I crane my neck and try to peer down below. We’re at least twenty feet off the ground.
It’s like the wreckage has been swallowed up by a wall of green. Green and wet. On the jungle floor, there’s more greenery and what looks like smoking wreckage. Pieces of the plane are scattered all over the forest floor, along with a few scattered suitcases. In the distance I see another row of chairs, this one facedown in the dirt. The heavy breathing starts again, and this time I see the source: a jaguar, stalking through the wreckage.
My eyes widen and I go very still.
A heavy rain begins to fall, spattering me from above. I don’t move. My gaze is on that jungle cat as it sniffs through things. If it notices us, I don’t know what we’ll do. Mendoza is unconscious and if I try to move him, we might both fall out of the tree . . . and land right in front of the cat.
The situation hits me and I start to cry. I’m alone. I’m really fucking alone. I’ve never camped a day in my life, much less been in a jungle. I look down at my hands. They’re my livelihood. My way to earn a living. My income depends on them being soft and perfect, my nails elegant ovals.
I have a long gouge down the back of one hand, and my pinky is bruised and swollen. My wrist looks like an elephant’s leg, if elephants were black and blue. Not gonna be hand modeling for a long while after I get out of here.
If I get out of here.
I’m sorry, Rose. I’m trying. I’m trying so hard. I shudder back a sob as the cat slinks into the underbrush, something dangling and arm-sized in its mouth. I’m in the jungle with a busted hand and a stranger that just wants the information I’m carrying . . .
And I don’t even have the information anymore. The purse is gone. I sniff hard, trying to fight back another sob that’s threatening to break free.
“Don’t cry,” a voice says softly.
I turn and look at Mendoza. His shirt is sticking to his big body, wet raindrops splatting down his face. He looks at me and smiles crookedly, and lifts a hand to try to touch my face. “Don’t cry.”



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Blurb


Mendoza: I grew up in the slums and lost everything I loved to poverty, illness, and death. I had only one skill to leverage myself out of my circumstances—violence. Being hired out as a mercenary hitman brought me money and built an empire. But all that I've fought for is in jeopardy. My next job: Steal secret information that could bring down world governments. Find my target. Destroy it. But then, I meet her.


Ava: Karma hates me. When my best friend Rose is kidnapped, I have no choice but to take a job as a mule for a pair of criminals intent on selling top-secret information to the highest bidder. I should have known that bad luck tends to cling, because the plane I'm on goes down. That I survived a crash-landing was a miracle. And so was being rescued by Rafe Mendoza—hot, sexy, dangerous. The thing is, he wants the information that I need to free Rose. I can't let him have it, but I need his help. And I need to fight this crazy attraction for this mercenary with hungry eyes. Rose is depending on me, and I won't let her down, no matter how appealing Rafe is.


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Hitman Series Reading Order


Last Hit (bk 1)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1IUePI1


Last Breath (bk 2)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/15ab84J


Last Hit: Reloaded (bk 2.5)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1Gdj5GH


Last Kiss (bk 3)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1yvLD9e


Last Hope (bk 4)  Pre-order
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1Jpkd7x


Meet Jen & Jessica


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Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog.  She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.


Author Jessica Claire

This is a pen name for Jill Myles.

Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together.