Monday, June 27, 2016

Blog Tour: Full Tilt by Emma Scott

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~✯Full Tilt✯~
By Emma Scott
"I would love you forever, if I only had the chance..."

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Kacey Dawson has always lived life on the edge--impulsively, sometimes recklessly. And now, as lead guitarist for a hot up-and-coming band, she is poised at the brink of fame and fortune. But she is torn between wanting to be a serious musician, and the demons that lure her down the glittering, but alcohol-soaked path of rock stardom. A wrecked concert in Las Vegas threatens to ruin her career entirely. She wakes up with the hangover from hell and no memory of the night before, or how she ended up on her limo driver’s couch...



Jonah Fletcher is running out of time. He knows his situation is hopeless, and he's vowed to make the most of the handful of months he has left to him. His plans include seeing the opening of his glass installation at a prestigious art gallery…they do not include falling in love with a wild, tempestuous rock musician who wound up passed out on his couch.



Jonah sees that Kacey is on a path to self-destruction. He lets her crash with him for a few days to dry out and get her head on straight. But neither of them expected the deep connection they felt, or how that connection could grow so fast from friendship into something more. Something deep and pure and life-changing…something as fragile as glass, that they both know will shatter in the end no matter how hard they try to hold on to it.



Full Tilt is a story about what it means to love with your whole heart, to sacrifice, to experience terrible grief and soaring joy. To live life with all its beauty, and all its pain, and in the end to be able to smile through tears and know you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

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Cover Reveal: Inarticulate by Eden Summers

 

Could you handle his silence?

The next novel from bestselling author, Eden Summers,
is set to catch your breath. Inarticulate is a contemporary, standalone romance
novel and a read you won’t want to miss.

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Synopsis

He’s silent––but his
touch speaks louder than words.

At first sight, Savannah is drawn to the
harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is
arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in
control.

But there’s more. There’s something deeper
he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight hint of
vulnerability which captures her intrigue.

She’d been warned, told that his silence
hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and relationships with
loved ones. Only she can't help herself. Testing Keenan's defenses is an
addiction she can't deny.

Falling in lust is easy. Learning his secrets
comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.

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 Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie,
living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a
quick witted husband.


In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading
alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her
mind. 


Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional
heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also
serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face. 

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Release Day Blitz: I Saw You Author: Elena M. Reyes

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Title: I Saw You
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 27
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Synopsis
Success brought fame.

With fame came money.

And money brought every single whore to worship at his feet.

Chester Green has it all living the coveted life as rock’s hottest front man—traveling, partying, and in every city, burying himself between the thighs of a groupie or two. He gorged on the perks for more than a decade until life became dull, and the taste of a woman became bland on his tongue. Nothing excited him. Nothing, until the day life literally crashed into him.

Arianna Garcia is tough, fiery, and doesn’t back down or fall sway to his charms. She isn’t a groupie, making the hunt so much harder and the rewards so much sweeter. His money and fame mean nothing to her.

All he wanted was to relax and release some pent up tension.

Now all he wants is her.

The chase is on.

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Bodies grind—pulsed around me while I walked through the dance floor. Sexual tension dominated, fucking controlled the inebriated patrons while they danced to the latest club anthem pumping through its speakers. An erotic tango used to entice their partners. To forget responsibility and follow the member of the opposite sex home.
My heart raced the farther we walked in.
She was here.
I felt it with every fiber of my fucked-up being that inside these walls, a room bursting with people living and laughing, she was here without me.
Without me. Those words burned as I swallowed back my ire and pain.
We had it all at one point. The way our lives meshed seamlessly; the way our hearts recognized in the other that one missing piece. We were happy and in love, until I lost sight of what was important. Until it was too late to right the wrong she’d suffered at the hands of someone I trusted.
Fooled me.
Because of my blindness she walked away from me—from us.
Making my way through the club, I tried to avoid the flirtatious hands that recognized me. Heard the shit they whispered:
“Holy fuck is that…”
“That’s one man I love to bend over for.”
“Heard his cock was huge…I’d let him break me for just a taste.”
Vapid women that saw me as nothing more than a fun night: the rock legend that screwed anything with a pair of tits. The same asshole that, come morning, would disappear.
A fantasy.
Whispers surrounded me, made me uncomfortable. Last thing I wanted to do at the moment was play the persona I was on stage. Fuck them. Let me fucking breathe.
“Hey, handsome.” An overdone redhead blocked my path, her hand splayed over my pecs to stop me from moving forward. “Can I have your autograph?” she purred, the sound anything but sexy. Forced. A practiced maneuver she’d more than likely used to land herself a dick for the night.
“Sure,” I hissed out through a fake smile. “Do you have something for me to sign?”
“Here.” She giggled while handing me a small Bic pen, and I cringed. That sound was nothing like my girl’s soft laugh. Without an ounce of shame, she lowered her top to reveal her bare right breast. Right there, in the middle of that club for everyone to see.
“No.” Didn’t even try to hide the disgust in my tone.
“Please…” she batted her lashes “…I’ll even let you feel me up.”
At this, a genuine smirk bloomed. “Well…”
“What the fuck, Chester!” Ashley, cock-blocker extraordinaire, snapped. My would-be best friend was useful at times, I’d give her that.
“Sorry.” I grimaced, trying like hell to look genuine in my apology. “But you heard the lady. No can do.”
Before the redhead could respond or give Ashley shit, I walked off and toward the upstairs roped-off section. The VIP section of the Garcia’s club, Deseo, had been cleared and secured for the famous band wanting to let loose at their fine establishment. Would she still be as generous and accommodating if she’d known that the celebrity sitting on her plush leather seats was to be me? The same asshole who’d broken her heart, but after begging her parents, convinced them to help him one final time.
Provided them the proof needed; the lengths I’d gone to get my woman back. As of yesterday at nine a.m. the media knew everything.
A man who loved his female blindly, but let himself become manipulated by the industry. On the bullshit demands to always be someone I wasn’t. All I wanted was to enjoy her. Savor the newness of our relationship without the weight of the world—of my fame—pressing us down.
I’m sorry. Sorrier than she would ever know.
There, at the top, I stood and surveyed the room below while the boys ordered drinks.
The harsh bass and provocative rhythms encased the room, lulled everyone within these walls into a hyperactive sense of want. Lust. Sex.
My eyes scanned the room, desperate to see her. So fucking desperate, in fact, that I’d lowered myself—my pride—and stalked her best friend without relenting. Drove her up a wall until she told me where I could find my girl.
I only had tonight. Leaving, she was taking a small vacation to regroup. Escape from the memories that haunted her as much as they did me.
Did she know that I relived our memories? How I meant every single fucking word I’d said.
“This place is sick,” Ashley complimented the new hot spot I’d reserved for the tonight as she sidled up next to me. “Have you come here before?” Her tone held amusement, something that boiled my blood.
Flexing my hands, I breathed in deep through my nose before answering her. “The owner is a close friend. Amazing person.” She’d done enough to put me in this situation. I wasn’t about to let her off easily. Funny, Ashley sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting here looking so smug if she knew the real reason I’d brought her here.
With furrowed brows, she eyed me shrewdly. “He or she?”
My answer? I raised a brow and turned my attention back toward the dance floor, trying like hell to find her. Those curves I’d memorized while I enjoyed her body. To catch a flash of the soft, light brown hair I loved to wrap around my fist while I dominated her much smaller form.
My girl wouldn’t be made to feel second to no one. Fuck and no.
A song she loved came on, and I chuckled low. “Of course.” How many times had I complained about her love of pop music? Now, I’d give my fucking soul just to hear her sing once more, off key and all.
“Did you say something?” Ashley asked between sips of her drink. I ignored her and continued my search.
“Hey, C., isn’t that Ari down there?” Rick yelled over the music, and every head in our group turned. My eyes zeroed in on her, and my chest constricted. From head to toe, I categorized every fucking inch of her body. Admired the way the low-cut, black-halter dress she wore accentuated her every curve.
“Fuck,” Cris hissed out, and for a fraction of a second, I turned his way. Was enough for me to see the way his vision hardened. How he followed with great interest the direction my girl was in. “I think we should leave.”
His words were harsh, but just below the surface there was also a small tinge of worry.
And so I turned. Like a perverse masochist, I watched as Arianna was led onto the dance floor by some unworthy asshole. How he spoke into her ear. How she threw her head back, laughing at something he’d said.
There was no other way to describe the sounds that emitted from the back of my throat. Loud. Angry. Hurt. An agonized growl that caused the two strangers a few steps away from me to move back a bit.
“Motherfucker’s dead.” Muscles coiled tight, I took in a few deep breaths while a red haze overflowed my vision. Nothing good would come out of me flying over to them in a bout of rage. She’d never forgive me.
“Chester,” Ashley cooed while placing her hand on my chest—a touch meant to calm and sooth the angry beast within me. It had the opposite effect.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, the storm of emotions brewing within causing me to lash out. Anger spiking, I threw her hand roughly off my chest. It’s because of her bullshit that I was in this mess.
She moved back a bit, a look of fear in her eyes. Not that it lasted long; bitch was persistent and leaned in again. “Cheetos,” she hummed, and I bristled at the childhood name. “Don’t be mad, baby. She’s moved on…look.” Her hand pulled my face to look toward them. “Ari—” Ashley trailed off when I turned my glare on her for a brief moment.
Enough to shut her the fuck up, and then I turned to watch the woman I had lost in the arms of another.
The jackass dancing with my girl pulled her in close as a slow song began. Her smile, sweet and innocent, was blinding. A woman who seemed to be enjoying herself, but they didn’t know her as I did.
Those emerald green eyes gave her away.
I rushed toward her before my boys could stop me.
Heard the yells of my name.
Ashley screamed for me not to do this.
It was too late.
Enough of this shit.
No more waiting.
Arianna Garcia was fucked.

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Elena
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.


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Release Day Blitz: Title: Think Again Author: Isabel Lucero

Title: Think Again
Author: Isabel Lucero
Genre: Contemporary (Steamy) Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2016
He thinks I don't know.
He thinks he's getting away with it.
He thinks karma won't come back to get him.
He needs to think again.

Men think women are vindictive, and maybe they're right. But when we get to the point of being cold, calculating, and vindictive, it's because they pushed us there.
Not only is my husband unaware that he's pushing me too far, he also doesn't realize that I just met a man who's ready to catch me.

I think he's just my new co-worker.
I think it's just innocent flirting.
I think I'll be able to keep my morals.
I need to think again.



When she sits down on the couch across from me, I go back to pretending to read my magazine. The scent of her perfume invades my nostrils, and based on the strength of it, it would appear she bathed herself in it. The scent is floral and sweet, smelling like one of those Victoria Secret body sprays. I glance over my magazine at her and notice she’s keeping her eye on the elevators. Waiting. Her thick, red hair falls over her shoulders, covering up some of the major cleavage she’s sporting. 

I place the magazine back on the table and gather my purse, figuring it’s time to go. She gives me a friendly smile as our eyes meet, and I return it with a quick, tight grin before walking to the other side of the lobby where they sell refreshments. I buy a bottle of water and a muffin, and while I’m waiting for the cashier to give me my change, I look back at the redhead. 

The elevator door dings, and I watch as she stands and begins to walk in that direction, her hips swaying with every step. A man comes strutting out, his bright blue tie is loose around his neck, and his black suit jacket looks a little wrinkled. It appears that the dirty blonde hair on his head has been pulled on, evidence of a romp in the sack. Almost as if he can hear my thoughts, he runs his hands through it, trying to get each hair in place.

The woman approaches him, and he looks a little surprised to see her, but she smiles and shimmies her body up next to him. He smirks down at her and says something that makes her laugh fill the lobby. 

“Here you go,” the cashier says, grabbing my attention. 

“Thanks,” I respond distractedly, getting my change.

When I look back in the direction of the couple, I find that they’re already stepping outside. I put my change in my purse, take a few bites of my muffin before deciding I don’t really want it after all. After tossing it in the trash and taking a few sips of my water, I exit the hotel and take a deep breath of the fresh air. I need to get home before it gets too late, so I hurry to my car and begin my journey. 

The drive from the Embassy Suites to my house takes between fifteen and twenty minutes depending on traffic. At the end of July in Anchorage, the weather is just about as perfect as you can ask for. On some days it’s sixty-seven degrees, on others it’s seventy-five. Believe me when I tell you, sixty anything degrees is extremely warm in Alaska. When you hit negative temps in the winter, anything above forty is pretty good. 

Right now, even at six-thirty at night, the sun is shining like it’s midday. It won’t begin to go down until sometime between ten-thirty and eleven. Gotta love Alaska. 

When I pull up to my two-story home and into the garage, I’m not surprised to see that my husband isn’t home yet. He’s always late coming home from work, telling me his job as an architectural and engineering manager is never done. Aaron is constantly having to finish up plans before certain deadlines, and when he comes home, he’s usually back to work in his office soon after. 

As soon as I enter the house, I take off my shoes and leave them in the mudroom before walking straight upstairs. The large and numerous windows in the house let in the natural sunlight, and give you a beautiful view of mountains and trees in every room. 

My achy feet take me to my dresser where I pull out something to change into. As I strip out of my work clothes, I take a minute to look over my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair is tied up into a ponytail, and my nurse’s scrubs are the least flattering things I can wear. Once everything is off, my green eyes look over every inch of my body. 

I like to think I’m still in pretty good shape. I’m not curvy like the lady at the hotel, but I’m happy with my body. I don’t have huge boobs or a lot of ass, but I think I’m well-proportioned.

I often have to tell myself I’m good enough, but you know, self-doubt always creeps in. I try not to compare myself to other women. There were times where I’d see one woman and think to myself, “Oh, I wish I had her toned legs.” Then another woman would walk by and I’d think, “Oh, I’d love to have her boobs.” Now my thought process is: Fuck it. I am who I am. There are still times when I think I’m not good enough, but I’ll get to the why of that later. 

I put on some yoga pants and a tank top, opting to take a bubble bath later, and choosing to eat dinner first. I’m not in the kitchen too long before I have a large bowl of grilled chicken salad prepared. As I’m scooping the mixture onto make my plate, I hear the garage door open. 

Aaron strolls into the kitchen a minute later and drops his briefcase on the island. 

“Hey. Want some food?” I ask him. 

He eyes the bowl of salad and makes a face. “No. I’m gonna grab a shower real quick.”

“Okay. How was work?” 

“Work was,” he pauses and lets out a long sigh, “work.” 

I give him a small smile and nod. 

I’ve been married to Aaron for three years, but we’ve been together for nearly seven. I was just twenty-one when we began dating, and he was twenty-five. Aaron was charming, handsome, funny, and a romantic. He was so easy to fall for.

I was working at a coffee shop while going to college, and he was one of my regulars. Every time he came in, he flirted with me, and eventually began bringing me a single flower with each visit. He didn’t ask me out right away, though. 

Every day I anticipated his visit, hoping that that day would be the day he’d ask me out. One of my co-workers kept telling me to just ask him out, but my pride wouldn’t let me do that. I thought I was giving him enough signals without throwing myself at him completely. 

Aaron looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine every time he walked into the shop. His perfect smile melted me, his dazzling hazel eyes hypnotized me, his blonde hair was strategically in place, and he was always dressed immaculately. 

After about a month and a half, he finally asked me out. I fell hard and fast. We were the happiest, most affectionate couple, and our friends gave us shit about it all time. Sickeningly sweet is what they called us. My girlfriends were mad that at such a young age, I was already “tied down” and not wanting to go out with them anymore. I didn’t even care. I didn’t miss the single lifestyle. I had Aaron, and we were happy. 

Janna would always tell me I should think twice about settling down so fast, and reminded me constantly that I had only had one boyfriend before him. My co-worker, Mel, would always try to convince me to stay single like her so we could go out together. 

I figured they were jealous. Everybody wanted an Aaron, if not Aaron himself, and I had him. I wasn’t going to let my happily ever after slip through my fingers. 

Perhaps, I should have thought twice, because like the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. 

I walk around the kitchen island and towards my husband. I remove his already loose, bright blue tie, and then his wrinkled black suit jacket. 

“I’ll put these in the laundry room,” I tell him. “Bring me the rest after your shower.” 

He gives me a hasty kiss on my cheek. “Thanks.” 

I watch him disappear upstairs and I’m left alone with the smell of the redheaded woman’s perfume on his clothes.



Isabel Lucero is the author of the romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books one, two, and three in The Escort Series. She also penned the crime drama, WAR. 

She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband's career in the Air Force. She's been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world. 

Isabel's love for reading is anything but new, she's been reading since before she was a teenager. 

She’s a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance. 
She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

 


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Release Day Blitz: Title: Princess Series: Russkaya Mafiya/Oath Keepers MC #8 Author: Sapphire Knight Genre: MC Romance

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Title: Princess
Series:  Russkaya Mafiya/Oath Keepers MC #8
Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 27
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*STANDALONE MC NOVEL*

Biker bitch? Not this chick.

I can’t stand my father and his group of criminals and what better way to get back at my father, the President, then to sleep with one of them?

Poor little Prospect, he never saw me coming.

When my safety is jeopardized yet again by the MC, it’s not the Prospect to my rescue though, it’s a hell bound Nomad out for blood and my heart.

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Thrusting him forward, I beat his skull into the wall. His head emits a loud smack sound each time it crashes against the rough brick, totaling three times.
It dazes shady fuck enough for me to glance toward the shaken woman. Her red lipstick’s all over her mouth and chin, her mascara smeared down her cheeks from her tears, dirtying her up a bit. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful before.
Her gratitude-filled blue eyes meet mine like I’m some sort of fucking hero or a saint. As the wetness continues to trail over her cheeks, it ignites an entirely different creature. The urge to breed—to fuck her into submission—grows rampant. The animal wanting to claw it’s way free and take over what this shady fuck was about to do.
I never said I was a decent man. Upstanding citizen hasn’t ever fit in my description. There are these thoughts I have; it doesn’t mean I’ve acted on them before. But fuck if it isn’t the strongest right now, wanting to take this bitch and ride her hard.

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Sapphire Knight is the International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess and 1st Time Love. The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, and Dirty Down South.
Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.

Sapphire's a Texas girl who is crazy about football. She's always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories. She originally studied psychology and believes that it's added to her passion for writing.

Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for twelve years. When she's not busy in her writing cave, she's playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.


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