Monday, November 2, 2015

COVER REVEAL: Frosted Sweets - A Taste of Love by A.M. Willard

TITLE: Frosted Sweets
SERIES: A Taste of Love
AUTHOR: A.M. Willard
PUBLISHER: Booktrope Publishing
RELEASE: Dec 12, 2015
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A.M. Willard brings you a romantic comedy with a touch of contemporary romance and a dash of chick lit, which takes you on a journey of friendship.
Frosted Sweets is the first installment of A Taste of Love Series in which we follow the lives of Morgan and Jayden, who are discovering life is anything but what it seems.
Morgan Lewis, the owner of The Polka Dot Café & Bakery, is about to wed the man she’s spent the last four years building a life with. What she doesn’t know is, that’s all about to change. Can her life move past a wedding disaster? Can her crazy friends help her pick up the pieces? And what's in store for this sweet baker? Along with a booming business, the Christmas holiday rush, and her friends, Morgan is really sent into a spin when Jayden Rivers moves to town.
Jayden’s focus is on his career in production, but what he wasn’t expecting was to be knocked off his feet by a woman in the park. Sparks fly, but he’s not sure if she’s truly available or taken. With a severe sweet tooth and an addiction to Morgan Lewis’s treats, he can’t seem to stay away.
Will it turn into sugar and spice? Or a friendship over some frosted treats?
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About the Author -01
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...

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Cover Reveal: Surrounded by Knight by A.N. Hennessy

Title: Surrounded by Knight
Series: A Knight Raiders Novel
Author: A.N. Hennessy
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: November 22, 2015

A dream is an occurrence that happens in the brain while we’re asleep. A wish is the hope for something more.

So what happens when the two are morphed into a grander desire?

Success and fame is something Isabel “Izzy” Morgan and her sister, Addison, wish and search for, not knowing they’d soon find the key to that wishful dreaming broken down on the side of the road. An offer is made that neither one of them can refuse, and lands them the opportunity to travel with the infamous rock band, Knight Raiders. One thing Izzy didn’t count on is another wish to yearn for in the form of Trevelin Knight…They say when you have big dreams you’re supposed to fight to make them come true.

But what does it mean when those dreams change into something you never knew you wanted?

That is exactly what happened to Trevelin Knight. The hardcore rock star has everything he could desire; fame, fortune, undying success, and endless women at his disposal. Though there is one thing he discovered is missing from his life...Isabel Morgan. But can he achieve this one last dream?

In the end, do all our wishes and dreams come true?


I made sure to stay away from Trevelin the rest of the night. He finally went and washed off his disgusting face, removing his lack of poise. 

Addie praised me over and over for my surprise performance, and I told her about the lipstick caked to Trevelin’s face and that’s why I sung the last song. She only laughed and pulled me to the dance floor where we had a blast.

Trevelin stayed at the table the rest of the time we were there. Tons of girls kept trying to make their way up to his side of the table, and I silently noticed he would always have Ben or Rick escort them away. All besides the ones perched on Jace and Reed’s laps. 

I’d glanced his way occasionally, only to discover each and every time he was watching me attentively, and he did so until I moved where he could no longer see me. I was uncertain as to why he kept watching me, or more like glaring at me with a hooded scowl, but it only added to tick me off further and I brushed it off to my after show, and calling him out on his prior behavior.

After dancing for a while and having a few drinks, I told Addie I was going home. She offered to drive me, but I could tell she had other plans. She was hanging all over some guy that looked good enough to eat, and I think she was literally going to try.

“That’s okay. You just keep nibbling on him. I’ll have Ben or Rick give me a ride.”

“Whatever.” She giggled when the guy whispered something in her ear. “Hey, I might not be coming home. Give the keys to one of the Raiders.”

“You kidding?”

“Nooo,” she dragged out, staring at me warningly. I did the same right back.

“You don’t know him, Addison,” I whispered heatedly into her ear.

“Yes, I do. We had a few classes together once upon a time. See ya tomorrow.” She reached inside her clutch and tossed me the keys, then turned to her yummy once upon a time, threading her fingers through his hair, and began devouring his mouth. 

She was un-freakin-believable. I so did not want to take the keys to that table, but I did it anyways. Slowly, I made my way, inch by inch, and was stopped a few times by guys wanting to dance with me in the process. 

Eventually I reached the proclaimed Knight Raiders table where Trevelin had his turquoise stare locked on me. 

“Who’s had the least to drink?” I asked. It was a no brainer really, for the table was overfilled with tons of empty beer bottles.

“Is that an actual question?” Trevelin asked sarcastically.

Yep, he’s had too much.

I looked at Jace with pleading eyes since he was the only one left to give me any hope. Reed was like two seconds away from ripping some girl’s clothes off and screwing her here in front of the entire bar. I seriously doubted that would bother either of them in the slightest. 

“I had a few when we got here, but I’m sober.” Jace looked at me funny.

Good enough. I tossed him the keys. 

“Where you going?” Trevelin asked, still staring lasers through me with a mix of emotions flickering through his cumbrous eyes, giving away that he’d had more than a few beers.  

“I don’t see where that is any of your business,” I replied through gritted teeth. I was mad. At him, at myself for letting him affect me, and whoever stained his face earlier in slut-face red. A tight grin tugged on his full lips, yet his eyes showed he was a little surprised by my less than pleasant tone. “I’m going home. And Addie is going home with some random guy that she probably won’t regret in the morning.” 

Jace turned his head like he was searching for her, but the giggling girl in his lap made it difficult for him to even move. “Don’t wreck the truck,” I said, pointing at him.

“How are you getting home?” Trevelin questioned roughly, getting out of his seat. Standing on his feet, he proceeded to wobble slightly as I watched, thinking how funny it would be to see the ass fall flat on his sexy as hell face.

“Again, none of your business.”

“How are you going to get home, Isabel?” He must be really drunk, or didn’t he get enough of the slut to satisfy his needs? Because that was the first time I’d heard him say my actual name. The undertone he used wasn’t the friendliest either, and I had to bite on my tongue to keep from walking up to him and clanking him in the head with one of these chairs. It would go down like WWE. 

But I stayed calm and said, “A friend.” Then quickly added, “And just so you know, your little tagalongs,” I pointed forcefully toward the almost naked hussy in Reed’s arms, “aren’t welcome in my house either. You’re lucky you even get to stay there.” 

Trevelin took a few powerful strides forward where he was now looming over me. “Someone’s got their candy-panties wound up too tight,” he said smugly, his face spreading into a shit eating grin that I really, really wanted to help him remove.

“Bite me, you pompous ass.”

He laughed, outwardly amused. “Don’t give me any ideas, Country.”

“Not intending to, and you wouldn’t dare.”

I regarded him with a steely stare as my anger built while his glazed eyes hungrily scanned over my body. “Oh, I would and I am more than certain you’d enjoy it. Every bit of it,” he ended with a smirk.

“Come one step closer, and so help me, Hollywood, I will destroy your testicles for life.” 

Despite Reed looking like he was going to suffocate himself by way of climbing down the sleazy girl’s throat, he burst into laughter. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout. A spittin’ hellcat. Your spicy mouth is fuckin’ hotter than shit, Kitten.” His compliment to me—I guess that’s what you’d call it—got me a grave stare from the whore in his arms.

“Choke on her tongue, you disgusting pig.” 

Trevelin laughed this time as I became aware Jace had vanished, leaving his slut all alone in his seat. That was what I wanted to do. 

Not be an abandoned slut, but to disappear. Desperately.

So I turned to walk away.

“You can be such a prissy little bitch.” Trevelin’s irritatingly, sexy voice crashed against my already flaming nerves, causing me to abruptly stop and my body to bristle.

The whores at the table had the audacity to laugh. If I hadn’t been taught better I would be yanking their hair out right about now or smashing their obscenely beautiful faces into the table.

But I looked past my angst, focusing my livid eyes on Trevelin, hoping they would penetrate through him. “Prissy bitch? I just love how you like calling me names when you are the smutty man-whore. But I’ll let you in on a little something.” I walked closer, my anger rising. “I might be a bitch, which is something I am growing very proud of since I have met you. But prissy—that is something I am not. Don’t think having your hand shoved up a horse’s ass is classified as being very prissy. Do you?”

Trevelin smiled. His lips working up the side of his face in a crooked grin, and as mad as I was at that second I couldn’t help but take notice to how freaking hot he looked with that sinful expression. Dressed like he’d just walked out of the gates of Hell with eyes that promised he was a being from did something to me. I flippin’ hated it with a passion.

“I like it when you get all feisty. It looks cute on you. And as far as the name calling...I have plenty more, babe.” 

For some reason, I took his announcement sexually. He clearly knew his way in the bedroom and no doubt used his dirty mouth while he was at it. 

God, he pisses me off.

 A.N. lives in a small country town in southern Tennessee with her husband, Zac, her high school sweetheart, and their two kids. She has a degree in Criminal Justice, but has yet to put it to use. Other than her immense love for animals and writing, she enjoys reading a good book, hiking, and anything to do with marine life. Dolphins are her favorite.

She is also a huge advocate for Domestic Violence. On May 7th, 2012, A.N.’s sister was murdered by her husband and ever since she has strongly voiced awareness for this ever growing crime. Her first book, Damaged, was written shortly thereafter. The New Adult romance is not based on her sister’s story, however, it was written around similar circumstances in order to bring light to Domestic Violence.

Before A.N. started writing, she raised Great Danes, and I still does to this day, sharing her home with seven of these majestic giants along with an English Bulldog and a tank full of salt water fish.

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Cover Reveal: Addiction - A Seven Deadly Sins Novel by Shantel Tessier

Title: Addiction 
Series: Seven Deadly Sins #1
Author: Shantel Tessier
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 17, 2015
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative
Photographer: Dave KellyPhotographer 

Cover Models: Lance Jones & Jami Watts
I’m a sinner with no regrets. I’m a man with no shame. 
I’m a lover with no soul. 
What am I? 

You’re a loner with no friends. 
You’re a beggar with no place to go. 
You’re a face with no name. 
Who are you? 

It doesn’t really matter what I am or who you are. Everyone has sin in common. But I pride myself on doing it better. Through the eyes of another, I am envied. If they only knew the wrath I have endured. Greed can be a motherfucker, but it is what makes us strive to be better. Lust can make you burn, but without it you would freeze to death. Some of us are a glutton for punishment and want to feel the pain that reminds us we’re still alive rather than overcome by sloth. 
The lure of these seven deadly sins is like an addiction. And I intend to indulge in each of these unforgivable sins.

I cross my arms over my chest, getting more comfortable. “Come in,” I call out.

The door opens, and she comes walking in as if she owns the place. Shoulders pulled back and chin up. She is dressed much differently than she was last night, but it doesn’t change the fact she’s beautiful. She’s pulled her long, dark hair up into a messy ponytail with loose pieces framing her flawless face. She has an oversized white t-shirt on that hangs off one shoulder. The color of her bra strap gets my attention. Black—my favorite color. She’s wearing a pair of black yoga pants that hugs her thin legs. Even though they cover more of her legs than her shorts did from last night, they seem more sexual. More intimate in a way that makes me want to peel them off her slowly.

“I need to have a word with you …” I arch a brow at her hard tone even though it did sound cute “… sir,” she adds a little softer, and I hide my smile. So she doesn’t have as much backbone as she wants me to think she has. 

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” I say as I stand. I reach out my right hand toward her. “My name is …”

She holds up her hand stopping me. “I know who you are.” She cocks a dark eyebrow. “A word?” She’s all business. 

I smirk as I sit back down. “Of course. And please, call me Case.” I gesture to the chair that sits across my desk. 

“I’ll stand. This won’t take long.” She takes in a deep breath, and I allow myself a quick look at her large chest hidden behind that t-shirt. I can’t touch her, but I sure as hell can enjoy the view.

“What can I do for you?” I ask with amusement. I can think of several things I could do for her, all of which would require her being naked and bent over my desk. I rub my hands on my thighs as I feel my cock start to harden at the thought of her, open-mouthed, moaning in pleasure. 

“My brother told me that he owes you.” She gets right to the point.

My face hardens at that statement. My amusement is replaced with anger. What else did he tell her? “I don’t see where what business I have with your brother is any of yours,” I say flatly.

She crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a huff. The motion blows the dark strands around her face. “That is where you are wrong. I don’t know what he owes you, but I’m willing to pay it.”

I refrain from chuckling at that. I lean forward and place my forearms on my desk. She quickly scans the tattoos on my arms and then looks back at me. “Taylor…”

“Call me Miss Williams,” she informs me lifting her chin. 

“Miss Williams, I assure you that you cannot pay what he owes me.”

I watch as her tough act starts to unravel. “I don’t have a lot of money, that’s true. But maybe I can make payments,” she offers, her voice sounding more desperate than demanding.

I shake my head. “This isn’t about money.” 

She stomps her foot, and I chuckle. Her beautiful blue eyes narrow on me as she uncrosses her arms and points an angry finger at me. “Name your price!” she demands. “Everyone has a price.”

If she only knew how right she is, but I say, “There is no price.”

She throws her arms out to her side. “I came here …” She pauses as she looks around the room as if it can give her some sort of an answer. Then she mutters a curse in frustration. When she looks back up at me, she looks desperate. Her eyes have softened, making them look lighter than they are. Her lips part as she breathes in a sigh, and her shoulders slump in defeat. And I hate that I like the way it looks. That it makes me feel like she needs me. That I hold all the answers. Too bad she’s not gonna get them.

“Pulled in from page one and I'm still addicted to this book even after finishing it. The twists and turns Shantel takes you on will have your head spinning and your heart pounding.” ~Judy Miracle

“If you’re looking for a new Addiction then this is the book for you!! Shantel will have you Addicted by the first chapter. I couldn’t put it down.” ~Kelly Tucker

“Addiction is a great story with lots twists and turns that will be sure to keep you on your toes.” ~Rachael Duncan (Author)

Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their four year old little princess. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book
She has published five books in the Undescribable series and 2 books in the DASH series. She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly. 
Although she has a passion to write, her family is most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and daughter, along with their two cats and dog.