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This is were I will be posting updates on my book which doesnt have a title yet also I will post reviews for other books

Monday, February 25, 2013







Title: Owlet
Author: Emma Michaels
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description:
Somewhere between falling and flying… there is a girl.
Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After
an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy
island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she
realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to
crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.

Author Bio:
Personal: Emma Michaels is a cover artist and author of The Thirteenth Chime,
Anasazi, Firstling and Owlet. As the founder of The Writers Voice blog (http://
OurBooksOurVoice.Blogspot.com) she loves to connect authors and readers. Her love
of blogging started when she created a review blog in 2009 (www.EmmaMichaels.com)
that gave her that final push towards submitting her novel to her first publisher, Bokheim
Publishing. With her novel Owlet and her full ‘Society of Feathers’ series being
published through Tribute Books she feels blessed to be working with two of her favorite
publishers to bring her books to life.
Author links
www.EmmaMichaels.com
@EmmaMichaels
http://www.facebook.com/emma.michaels.90
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4104941.Emma_Michaels
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Emma-Michaels/e/B004FVEL1E/
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Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VIdx9nx4jJo
Buy Links
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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Beneath Cover Reveal


Title: Beneath (Heven and Hell #3.5)
Author: Cambria Hebert
Genre: Young Adult paranormal/fantasy
Release Date: March 29, 2013
Format: Ebook only
Cover designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design

Order of the Heven and Hell series:
Before
Masquerade
Between
Charade
Bewitched
Tirade
Beneath

Book trailer information:
Here is the link to the book trailer on youtube: http://youtu.be/mhF0_yOpt-4

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Beneath

Heven and Hell #3.5

Where I came from everything is perfect. Everything is beautiful and predictable. Life isn’t
measured by days, but by infinite joy that never ends.

But it did.

When I fell in love with a man who was perfectly imperfect.

The price for forbidden affection was steep and my beautiful white wings withered and died
around me.

I was fallen. I am fallen.

Years have passed, and I’ve learned the true meaning of time. I’ve learned to build a wall around
myself and exist alone. Yet, when he looks at me… the heart beneath my armor trembles.

But I must remember.

I must remember that I might not have anything left to lose, but he certainly does. And risking
him is something I won’t do. So I lock my feelings where they belong.

Beneath.


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Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series and the Death Escorts
series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college
for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest
assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in Pennsylvania with her husband
and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about
Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com

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Cambria website: http://www.cambriahebert.com

Caged Heat Cover Reveal

Title: Caged Heat (Black Meadow Pack 2)
Author: Milly Taiden
Genre: Erotic
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours




Blurb
After five years travelling through third world countries to teach impoverished children, Samira Suarez has returned home to Black Meadows. What Sam didn’t expect was to be instantly overwhelmed by the desire to be with the one man she’s wanted since she was a teen, Riel Karven.
Riel has been patiently waiting for Sam’s return. For five long years he’s backed off and watched her come and go. This is it. His mate is back, and he’s taking a stand.
Sam’s need for Ry grows to unimaginable proportions. It’s almost as if she were in heat. But she’s a human…isn’t she?
There’s more at stake than Sam and Ry’s future relationship when she inherits her grandmother’s estate. One of her many relatives wants her out of the way.
It’s going to take all of Ry’s determination and help from his friends to keep her alive. And it’s going to take delving into her past to find out why a human is going into mating heat.





Author Bio:
Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia Eden, and Dianne Duvall among others.


Book Trailer:


Contact Info.
Email: millytaiden@gmail.com
Website: http://www.millytaiden.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenauthor











Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Gravitational Pull Cover Reveal








The Spirit Stalker is dead and I have finally started to erect my life. But I quickly
discover, that just because the structure is built doesn’t mean the foundation is sturdy.
As much as I try to manage my abilities, I can’t completely control them. The physical
impossibility of the relationship I have with Justice has reached a boiling point; our
fundamental problem is my inability to control myself from absorbing his power, and his
fears of touching me because of it.
As if that wasn’t deal-breaker enough, a new threat looms on my horizon - Darklings.
They are grim reapers of the immortal world who surface every five-hundred-years to
feed off the souls of magical beings who are weak, aimless, lost; those who have given up
and want to move on.
They also hunt power. Which means, they’re hunting me.
Abandoned by the one person I need the most, I find myself in Melenia’s realm. There,
I’m courted by Siberian, a dangerous pixie who covets me, hunted by Death personified;
all the while hiding my powers and my ancient bloodline. The pixie prince is alluring,
and I feel so broken and vulnerable. I know giving in to him means giving myself over
to him. But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to feel anything other than the loss and
rejection Justice left me with.
Anything other than pain.
So what do I do when I’m scared to be touched, even though I know it’s the only way to
bring my soul back to life?






Author Bio:
Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been
for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with
the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to
her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago,
she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She
is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final
installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.
Links:
GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5211765.Marissa_Carmel
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marissa-Carmel/e/B005OKFXXU/
ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1361243544&sr=8-2
Twitter: https://twitter.com/marissacarmel
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/marissa.carmel.5
Web/Blog: http://marissacarmel.com/

Excerpt- Justice’s POV
We land right outside the gates of Keelin Castle. Extinguishing ourselves, we
descend on the palace.
Walking authoritatively, we make our way down the nave-like hallway of the
castle to the huge, golden double doors at the end. The throne room.
“Are you sure that’s where she’ll be?” Derrin asks snidely. “She might be waiting
in her chambers for you.”
“Well if she is, she’ll be waiting a while.”
“It could be a good way to get some of your frustrations out,” he says boorishly.
“There’s more than one way to release frustration,” I threaten him.
“Bring it, bitch,” he grabs his crotch, not intimidated at all.
Asshole.
I push open the throne room doors, and as expected, we see the pixie queen
perched on her throne waiting for us.
Emery surveys us as we approach. Both Derrin and I give a small nod in due
respect as we reach her, but don’t be deceived, we are the supreme strata.
“Your little human has caused quite a stir,” she says evenly, but I can see the
danger flashing in her eyes.
“She was the one who was attacked,” I quickly defend Liv.
“Was she? Or did she bring it on herself?”
My look becomes more intense. “What are you talking about?”
“My brother has taken quite a liking to her you know,” Emery says randomly.
Yes, I’ve noticed.
“If your brother knows what’s best for him, he will disappear from her life,” I say
through clenched teeth.
Or I’ll remove him myself.
Emery’s eyes become razor sharp at my comment - she’s realized something.
She slips off her throne and stalks down the three slate stairs to the floor where
Derrin and I are standing. Like Liv, she is tiny, with long hair blacker than night
and almond eyes just like Melenia’s.
“What is so special about this human?” she looks up at me, searing the question
straight into my soul.
“Nothing,” I snap, but Emery knows me. She sees right through my lies.
“Then it will be nothing if I send the royal guard to take care of her, and rid my
land of such contaminants.”
“Do it, and I will burn this entire realm to the ground,” I growl.
Her eyes grow a little wider, but she doesn’t back down from my glare.
“You love her.”
“No.”
“You deny it?”
“Yes.”
No.
“You loved me once,” she says vulnerably.
“What we had was never love,” I bite, “just sex.”
Ouch. That was harsh, even for me.
Emery’s eyebrows crease, and I know I have hurt her deeply.
It’s not a lie, I never loved her. We did have an intense physical relationship that
included some emotion, but it’s incomparable to what I have with Liv.
She backs away from me, shifting her eyes between me and Derrin.
Derrin clears his throat. “Not to interrupt this lover’s quarrel,” that I highly enjoy
watching, he tells me telepathically, “but what exactly did you mean when you
said she brought it on herself?”
Emery’s full attention falls upon Derrin.
“Siberian didn’t give me all the details, but apparently she used her powers on
him, and what she did, he described only as provocative.”
I clench my jaw. Provocative?
Images of Liv and Siberian reel through my head. What did she do to him? What
did he do to her?
The thought makes me furious.
I’ve damaged us so badly; she turned to a threat more dangerous than the
Darklings. And the only thing I can do about it is blame myself.
“So, is she in trouble?” Derrin goes on. “Is there anything we need to be aware
of?” he hints. “Besides you sending the royal guard and Siberian?”
Emery contemplates Derrin’s questions for a short second. “Besides Darklings,
what else should there be?” She looks over at me as I stand there still-stocked,
trying not to give away the anger boiling over in my chest at the thought of Liv
and Siberian.
“Who is this girl, exactly?” she pries deeper now, and I know we are heading into
hazardous territory.
“She’s no one you have to be concerned about,” I dodge the question. “We just
need to know if you’ve caught wind of any unusual uprisings?”
She is simultaneously lost and absolutely intrigued as she stares at me
decisively. “No, nothing.”
I nod, and release an almost nonexistent sigh of relief.
“Do I have your word she won’t be harmed while she’s in Devonshire?” I phrase
it as a question, but she understands my query is so much more than that. It’s a
threat.
She nods her displeasure with a small, irritated frown.
We’ve collected the information we came for, and I’ve had enough of Emery’s
probing stares. Surrendering to the ever-present pull drawing me back to Liv, and
preparing for the shit-storm I’m sure awaits me once I see her, I turn to leave.
“What should I tell my brother?” Emery calls, taunting me. “He wants her.”
I turn back and glare at her. “Tell him he couldn’t handle her, even if he got her.”
Then I slam the throne room door behind me, the sound echoing throughout the
castle.
That pixie prick is dead.
Author Bio:
Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been
for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with
the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to
her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago,
she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She
is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final
installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.
Links:
GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5211765.Marissa_Carmel
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marissa-Carmel/e/B005OKFXXU/
ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1361243544&sr=8-2
Twitter: https://twitter.com/marissacarmel
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/marissa.carmel.5
Web/Blog: http://marissacarmel.com/
Excerpt- Justice’s POV
We land right outside the gates of Keelin Castle. Extinguishing ourselves, we
descend on the palace.
Walking authoritatively, we make our way down the nave-like hallway of the
castle to the huge, golden double doors at the end. The throne room.
“Are you sure that’s where she’ll be?” Derrin asks snidely. “She might be waiting
in her chambers for you.”
“Well if she is, she’ll be waiting a while.”
“It could be a good way to get some of your frustrations out,” he says boorishly.
“There’s more than one way to release frustration,” I threaten him.
“Bring it, bitch,” he grabs his crotch, not intimidated at all.
Asshole.
I push open the throne room doors, and as expected, we see the pixie queen
perched on her throne waiting for us.
Emery surveys us as we approach. Both Derrin and I give a small nod in due
respect as we reach her, but don’t be deceived, we are the supreme strata.
“Your little human has caused quite a stir,” she says evenly, but I can see the
danger flashing in her eyes.
“She was the one who was attacked,” I quickly defend Liv.
“Was she? Or did she bring it on herself?”
My look becomes more intense. “What are you talking about?”
“My brother has taken quite a liking to her you know,” Emery says randomly.
Yes, I’ve noticed.
“If your brother knows what’s best for him, he will disappear from her life,” I say
through clenched teeth.
Or I’ll remove him myself.
Emery’s eyes become razor sharp at my comment - she’s realized something.
She slips off her throne and stalks down the three slate stairs to the floor where
Derrin and I are standing. Like Liv, she is tiny, with long hair blacker than night
and almond eyes just like Melenia’s.
“What is so special about this human?” she looks up at me, searing the question
straight into my soul.
“Nothing,” I snap, but Emery knows me. She sees right through my lies.
“Then it will be nothing if I send the royal guard to take care of her, and rid my
land of such contaminants.”
“Do it, and I will burn this entire realm to the ground,” I growl.
Her eyes grow a little wider, but she doesn’t back down from my glare.
“You love her.”
“No.”
“You deny it?”
“Yes.”
No.
“You loved me once,” she says vulnerably.
“What we had was never love,” I bite, “just sex.”
Ouch. That was harsh, even for me.
Emery’s eyebrows crease, and I know I have hurt her deeply.
It’s not a lie, I never loved her. We did have an intense physical relationship that
included some emotion, but it’s incomparable to what I have with Liv.
She backs away from me, shifting her eyes between me and Derrin.
Derrin clears his throat. “Not to interrupt this lover’s quarrel,” that I highly enjoy
watching, he tells me telepathically, “but what exactly did you mean when you
said she brought it on herself?”
Emery’s full attention falls upon Derrin.
“Siberian didn’t give me all the details, but apparently she used her powers on
him, and what she did, he described only as provocative.”
I clench my jaw. Provocative?
Images of Liv and Siberian reel through my head. What did she do to him? What
did he do to her?
The thought makes me furious.
I’ve damaged us so badly; she turned to a threat more dangerous than the
Darklings. And the only thing I can do about it is blame myself.
“So, is she in trouble?” Derrin goes on. “Is there anything we need to be aware
of?” he hints. “Besides you sending the royal guard and Siberian?”
Emery contemplates Derrin’s questions for a short second. “Besides Darklings,
what else should there be?” She looks over at me as I stand there still-stocked,
trying not to give away the anger boiling over in my chest at the thought of Liv
and Siberian.
“Who is this girl, exactly?” she pries deeper now, and I know we are heading into
hazardous territory.
“She’s no one you have to be concerned about,” I dodge the question. “We just
need to know if you’ve caught wind of any unusual uprisings?”
She is simultaneously lost and absolutely intrigued as she stares at me
decisively. “No, nothing.”
I nod, and release an almost nonexistent sigh of relief.
“Do I have your word she won’t be harmed while she’s in Devonshire?” I phrase
it as a question, but she understands my query is so much more than that. It’s a
threat.
She nods her displeasure with a small, irritated frown.
We’ve collected the information we came for, and I’ve had enough of Emery’s
probing stares. Surrendering to the ever-present pull drawing me back to Liv, and
preparing for the shit-storm I’m sure awaits me once I see her, I turn to leave.
“What should I tell my brother?” Emery calls, taunting me. “He wants her.”
I turn back and glare at her. “Tell him he couldn’t handle her, even if he got her.”
Then I slam the throne room door behind me, the sound echoing throughout the
castle.
That pixie prick is dead.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters Book 2)

Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters Book 2)
Blurb





Who knew being wicked could be this fun?
Maxwell Stone has wanted Sabrina for over a year. But Nina’s the ultimate professional and has no
intention of getting involved. That is, until the night she gets a little tipsy and finds herself begging for
his touch.
After an intense night of making Nina’s sexual fantasies come true, Max finds he doesn’t want to let her
go. Nina wants Maxwell too, but she won’t put her job on the line for any man. She loves the passion
they shared, but when she’s invited to the Wicked Valentine Ball, she decides it’s time to put Max out of
her mind. Of course, the last thing she expects is for him to be her escort. And she doesn’t expect to find
someone else trying to keep them apart. Permanently…
Excerpt
Chapter One
What in the hell was wrong with this picture? She was at a retreat, or what she liked to think of as a
stupid idea someone with too much time had come up with to push her and her coworkers into learning
to communicate better, get a feel for what each employee wanted to get out of the job, and figure out a
way to provide better service…and some other crap she couldn’t remember at the moment.
Why in the world did she have to be there? She slapped her calf, killing off another mosquito. Darkness
enveloped the group around the campfire, which made it easy for her glance over to the side and chug
on the wine bottle, the one she had strategically placed next to the tree trunk she sat on. Everyone was
so involved in “sharing” that they didn’t notice her getting drunk in the back, alone. And that was
perfectly fine by her.
If only they would stop the incessant chatter already and send her off to bed, giving her some peace. But
if she went to bed in her very lonely cabin, she wouldn’t be able to watch Max.
She glanced off to the side, as if admiring the scenery, and took another gulp of wine, the fruity flavor no
longer bursting on her tongue but mixing with the lingering sweetness from her previous swig.
“Sabrina?” Eve’s sharp tone made her jerk to face the rest of the group. Normally she wouldn’t mind
being called by her real name, though everyone outside of work knew her as Nina, but the way Eve said
it, with so much severity, it made her want to wince.
“Hmm?”
The outdoors and nature did nothing to smooth out Eve’s harsh features. Nor did she look anywhere
near friendly with the glare she directed toward Nina. Nina had to fight the urge to giggle every time Eve
looked at her that way. Eve reminded her of Cruella de Vil.
“I asked if there was anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Nina’s gaze slid past Eve to lock on Max. His lips quirked, almost like he knew exactly what she’d been
doing. Too bad he was so far away and there were all those people there, or she’d finally do something
about the attraction that didn’t let her sleep. She was ready to finally give in to temptation and have her
way with him. Screw the fact that they worked together. Or better said, she worked for him.
“No, Eve. I think what you have shared covers all the important points we’re here to discuss.” Lie. She
had no clue what Eve had been saying.
Eve’s frown smoothed, and she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Sabrina.” She turned back to the others,
effectively dismissing her. “As I was saying…”
Nina shut Eve’s low, droning voice out of her mind again and peeked down a passageway between the
trees. There was enough light from the campsite, she could just make out her way down the path.
Curiosity got a hold of her. She stood on wobbly legs and blinked. The group spun out of focus for a
second.
“Sabrina?”
Nina took a few steps toward the dimly lit passage in the woods before she turned to Max’s enquiring
voice. “I’m just going to the ladies room for a moment.” She pointed in the direction of the trees.
“Wait! That’s not…”
She ignored Max’s call to her and strolled off, breaking twigs and dead leaves with each step.
Mosquitoes nibbled on her legs, each bite a constant reminder that she wished she was home in her
bed, relaxing, or at least with someone that would help her fight the arousal shooting through her
whenever she glanced at Max. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while back. Since he didn’t
get the message that she was no longer interested, she had stopped going to the places she might
encounter him.
With each step she took, the sound of the river beckoned her in its direction. Her foot caught, and she
tripped on a branch. She squealed as the earth tilted in front of her. Rocky ground rushed up to meet
her face.
A strong pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and hauled her backward. “I got you.” Max’s deep voice
caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds
to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she
cared.
He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She
sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable
square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk,
pulling her with him.
Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each
intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any
longer.
“I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
“No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down
to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of
the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is
boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of
fighting this. I want you.”
“Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t
hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp
inhale when she licked his neck.
“Sabrina…”
Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his
sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her
head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her.
She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the
explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to
his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face,
showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to
what her body desired. And it desired Max.
“Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.”
Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”


Buy Links
Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Valentine-Sizzling-Encounters-ebook/dp/B00B5JYDDK
Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wicked-valentine-april-angel/1114220270?
ean=2940016028095
ARe https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-wickedvalentine-1048241-149.html





Author Bio:
Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean
known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts.
Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Cynthia
Sax, and Dianne Duvall among others.
Contact Info.
Email: millytaiden@gmail.com
Website: http://www.millytaiden.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenauthor http://www.facebook.com/millytaiden
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/millytaiden

Other Books by April Angel:
Stranded Temptation
Mr. Buff (Sizzling Encounters Book 1)
As Milly Taiden
Wynter’s Captive
Sharp Change
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Betrayals of Spring


Title: Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae 2)

Author: LP Dover      

Release Day: February 13, 2013

Genre: Fantasy, New Adult

Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

 


 

 

 

Synopsis:

The smell of rain vastly approaches as we are lying on the ground in a sea of flowers. They surround our bodies while the fresh Spring wind caresses our skin with its soft, gentle touch. Combined as one, we stare into each other’s eyes as we bask in the pleasure of our love and OUR land.

The Land of the Fae has flourished bringing a new beginning and a new court, the Fall Court. Five years have passed since then along with the dreaded day that Meliantha, Summer Court Princess and one of the powerful Four, was betrayed and broken-hearted by the sexy and alluring Winter Prince, Kalen. Spurned by the man she loves, Meliantha has turned and fallen into the arms of the fierce and handsome warrior, Finn, who understands she can never love him, but wants more than anything to mend her broken heart.
The Winter Solstice Ball is approaching, meaning Meliantha will have to face the Winter Prince and make it out of there with her heart intact. But what does she do when Prince Kalen acts as if nothing ever happened and seems more in love with her than ever before?

The dark sorcerer has planned his twisted game of lies and deceit well, and has enjoyed making himself a player without anyone’s knowledge. The game is almost over and the players are exactly where they are needed to be. Will Meliantha figure out his twisted game and save all the players? Or will the dark sorcerer once again obtain the power of the Four and take everything away from her…..even her one true love?


 

 

 

Author Bio:

I am an avid reader that loves my collection of books. Writing has always been a passion of mine and now I am glad that I get to share my passion with the world. I live in North Carolina and I absolutely love being a southern girl. I spent several years in college starting out with a major in Psychology and then switching to dental. I worked in the dental field for eight years and then decided to stay home with my two beautiful girls. I spent the beginning of my reading years reading suspense thrillers, but now I can't get away from the paranormal/fantasy books. I knew ever since then that if I wrote anything it would be in a paranormal aspect. Now that I have started on my passion and began writing, you will not see me go anywhere without a notebook and pen.



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Blog: http://www.releasethepages.blogspot.com/


Sunday, February 10, 2013

New Covers

 
 
 
 
 
 
TOUCHING SMOKE & TOUCHING ETERNITY COVER REVAMP! LET'S GET THIS BABY OUT THERE!! ♥

Synopsis Touching Eternity:

Before Fallon was created to destroy. Before love became the ultimate weapon of destruction. There was Amalie and the horror that started a revolution that tore the fabric of humanity, of everything standing in the balance between power, hope and survival.
...
Amalie has one wish, one gnawing desire — she wants to die.

She wants to leave this world behind with its pain and darkness. She wants to finally breathe. But Amalie is a prisoner, a disease, not fit for life. She is unwanted, unnatural. She is defective, something useless and broken. Her own mother hadn’t wanted her. Her father hated her. The world shunned her and the only person she had ever loved, truly and with all her heart and soul, couldn’t stand the sight of her, couldn’t stand the thought of ever being with her. She repulsed him. Her insanity disgusted him. He’d forgotten her. He’d left her behind, deserted and abandoned her to a madman hell bent on crushing her, stealing her soul and shattering her will.

But what if she’s finally given hope? A reason to live? Can Amalie finally accept the hand offering so much for so little in return? Can she love again when she has nothing left to give?

Can she finally be free?

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 Synopsis Touching Smoke:

For sixteen-year-old FALLON BRAEDEN being on the run had been the easiest part of her life. Packing up and crossing whole cities o...n a split second decision had been tedious, having no friends and being alone had been painful, but being caught by the truth was something she learned too late was worse.

Fallon is a weapon. She was created to destroy. Keeping her alive, keeping her safe is all Isaiah knows. It’s all that matters, because Fallon is his. She belongs to him. She is a part of his body, his soul, his heart. He will do anything, kill anyone to keep her, even if it means sacrificing himself.

But can Fallon believe the stranger on the motorcycle claiming he was there to die for her? How do you trust when you have no one but the memories of a girl you’ve never met and a tall, dark, gorgeous boy that you feel pulsing deep in your soul? What do you do when you’ve been lied to your whole life? When you’re told you’re normal even though nothing about you is normal? Fallon must learn quickly just what she is before the evil chasing her finally gets what it wants… her blood.

The world depends on her not falling in love, not giving in. But what happens when the temptation becomes too great, when falling is her only option? Can she live knowing the world will burn because his touch is the only thing keeping her alive?

Touch Passion. Touch Power. Touch Smoke!

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Friday, February 8, 2013

Wynter's Captive Promo Blitz









Author Bio:
Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean
known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts.
Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia
Eden, and Dianne Duvall among others.
Contact Info.
Email: millytaiden@gmail.com
Website: http://www.millytaiden.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenauthor



Wynter’s Captive
Novella
Milly Taiden
Paranormal Erotic Romance (Werewolves)
Blurb:
Being held captive for winter never felt so good.
Lili is on her way to her cousin’s wedding when she thinks she hit a man in the road. Leaving the safety
of her car to check on him turns out the be a big mistake, and pretty soon Lili is being abducted and held
against her will by a super-sexy wolf who her body longs to touch. But just because he’s hot doesn’t
mean she’s going to remain a captive.
Cade is not just an alpha, he’s a very wealthy man, used to getting what he wants. So when he attempts
to abduct his ex-friend’s fiancé, he doesn’t expect to wind up with the wrong woman. Just how did
he wind up with the maid of honor? And why does the woman melt every inch of him? But when she
escapes, real danger awaits her beyond his protection. Cade must convince her to see beyond his
deception if he has any chance to keep her alive.
Excerpt:
He grabbed her outstretched hand and stood. She twined her fingers into his hair and pulled his head down. Her
boldness sparked a roaring inside him. Passionate urgency spread through his limbs. She licked his lips and rubbed
her tongue over his. Blood pounded in his ears as arousal swelled inside him.
“Argh!” She growled at his lip and tugged at his shirt, wanting it off.
He grinned, pulled the material over his head, and left his chest and upper body devoid of clothing.
“Yesss,” she moaned. Tracing every line of his chest with her fingertips, she slowly moved her nimble hands down his
torso.
“Oh, baby.” He groaned with each kiss of her lips on his chest.
She licked his nipples, first one and then the other, sucked the tiny bud into her mouth and twirled her tongue on the
flat disc.
“Lili,” he groaned.
Moving his hands to the table’s edge, she silently commanded him to hang on. He watched her lick, kiss, and nip his
pecs, abs, and down to his belly button. There, she dipped her tongue into the hole and bit down while gazing up at
him. Aroused amber eyes glittered at him. She was so beautiful. His cock jerked as soon as her hands gripped his
base and squeezed. He hissed out a breath.
He held on to the table’s edge so hard he heard cracking of wood. She did a slow pump up his entire length. Then he
watched her use the moisture dripping from his slit as lubrication. With one long lick, she worked her way from his
balls, up the throbbing underside vein, and to the crown of his cock. Once there she licked his mushroomed head in a
circle and followed that by sucking his dick into her mouth.
Suck after suck, she raised the bar on his pleasure. She jerked and licked with enthusiasm, her lips tight and wet
around his cock. He loved listening to her soft little moans when he thrust into her mouth. Sparks gathered at his
spine.
He drew her off his cock and kissed her swollen lips. Shifting positions, he pulled the pajama top and bottom off her
body in quick moves. She leaned back on the edge of the heavy wood table. Warm, curvy flesh filled his hands when
he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her to the smooth wood table, and sat her on the edge.
“Lean back, love.”
She glanced over her shoulder, but no dishes sat on that side of the long table. He watched her lean until she was
held up by her elbows. She peered at him with passion-dazed eyes.
He did a visual tour down her curvy body to her glistening sex. She spread her legs wide, bending them at the knees
and giving him full view of her pink pussy. With a deep inhale, he drew in her scent and growled. Cinnamon and her
musky aroused honey filled his lungs. His cock jerked, needing inside her. Moisture dripped from her slit, crawling
down to her ass. He glanced up and caught her nibbling her lip. Their eyes locked.
“Lick me, Cade. Make me come,” she pleaded.
Cade pulled a chair and sat down to eat…her. Her pussy sat before him, spread wide open and glistening with honey.
He curled his arms around her thighs, moved her legs over his shoulders, and took a swipe up her swollen pussy lips.
She inhaled a sharp breath and moaned. “More.”
He licked up her trimmed curls and sucked on her juices. She whimpered, wiggling her hips in his grip. Unhurried, he
licked around the tight pleasure bundle he knew would be her undoing. He swiped his tongue up her asshole and to
her sex. Drinking in the honey dripping on his tongue, he plunged his tongue into her cunt. He growled, and she
jerked.
“Yesss.” She panted and moaned all the while lying flat on the table.
His cock was rock hard from tasting, smelling, and listening to her. With one hand he grasped his cock. She grabbed
hold of his hair and rode his face. Over and over he fucked her with his tongue and jerked himself at the same time.
Precum dripped in heavy amounts from his cock. Fuck, she was so hot. Moans, pants, and ragged breathing were all
he heard from her.
Her legs shook, breathing hitched, and whimpering increased. “God, Cade. I’m so close…”
Letting go of his shaft, he held her open and sucked down on her clit. She tensed, shuddered, and screamed. Her
body bucked and dripped wet heat over his lips.
“Oh my, Cade.” She shook every few seconds. Pleasure filled him at the reverent way she said his name. He
chuckled and stood. She peered up at him with a look so hot it almost made him come.
He lifted her off the table and helped her to her feet.
She turned on the table and splayed her upper body over the same spot she’d been lying on. Then she wiggled her
ass at him. “Fuck me, baby.”

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Cover Reveal for DKD


 
Title: Don’t Kill Dinner

Series: The Rules Trilogy

Author: Jennifer Martinez

Genre: Urban Fantasy/New Adult Paranormal Romance (Mature audiences only. Mild to moderate swearing and sexual situations)

 

Quote for Cover: “I love you Kenna and I will never lose you. I promise.”

 

Official Blurb:

There are three rules when it comes to being a vampire in New Orleans. 1) Don’t kill dinner. 2) Don’t feed from people you know. 3) Don’t tell anyone. Not too hard, right? Wrong. Kenna is a new vampire filled with a passion that has turned into an uncontrollable lust for blood.

 Will Arthur be able to stop her feeding spree before the coven comes after her or is Kenna beyond saving?

 

Arthur has been watching Kenna for years, wanting her to try her own hand in life before he gave her the ultimate proposal. Now that she has accepted, will his love be enough to save her?

 


Author Bio:

 

One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.

I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life once… you may as well make it interesting.

I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.




Monday, February 4, 2013

Ashes & Ice Release Day Blitz



Title: Ashes & Ice

Author: Rochelle Maya Callen          

Release Day: February 4th, 2013

Genre: Young Adult

Blitz Host: LadyAmber's Tours

                            


Synopsis:

She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.

​Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.

Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boywho doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turninto reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.

LUST. LOVE. LOSS. Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice


          


Autrhor Bio:

Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered highschool, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics,work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree inPolitical Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After yearsaway from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out acharacter sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was thestart of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with herhusband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, sheis a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.


Links:


twitter: rockyiswriting







Excerpt #1

Jade


           The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierceurgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands.

           Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragileand innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes onher wrists and throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’smine. Possessiveness shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a cravingI don't understand.

           Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster.

            

           My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward thelights of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in mynostrils. Unscarred skin stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of anempty memory reverberate in my mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutchesme, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back,but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world thatburns me, because I have no other choice.

           The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin.

           Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digginginto the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes.

            I gasp.

           A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the picturesnagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart.

           Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, uglycreature, eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl,like a demon looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth.

           I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat.

           I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into theground.

           I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within medemanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. Anunrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and thehope, I think I can still taste her.

           The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slaminto me.


Excerpt #2


Connor


           Tears burn. I never realized it before, but they do. Tears reach down my throatand settle in my gut until the pain cripples me. I clutch my stomach as I lookinto the casket. His face doesn’t even look the same. Bloated like a Mardi Grasfloat, discolored like a mannequin. This isn’t my father.

           But it is.

           If I have learned anything in my short life, it is this: funerals are bullshit.People dress in carefully pressed black suits. Parents give me “meaningful”nods as if that could ease the grief. It doesn’t.

           Then there are the kids from school, the ones dragged along by their parents.People drag their kids along as if filling the church was a necessary thing. Asif the more pews filled somehow expedite the dead’s trip to heaven. I doubt itdoes. Maybe some of the girls went shopping to buy just the right outfit sotheir cleavage to respectability ratio was just right, or  their ass towaist ratio was cinched properly.

           People sit in the pews dressed in their finestlet’s-go-pay-our-respects-to-the-dead-guy-we-never-knew wear, smacking the gumin their mouths, cupping cellphones so they can LOL any comment  buzzingin, and drumming their fingers because the pastor is going on too long. All they want to do is go home, sneak in a make-out session with theirgirlfriends, eat their dinners, and maybe catch a 7 o’clock movie.

           I hate these kids. The ones who stare at me, roll their eyes, and yawn. Theones who trip me at school and slam me into lockers. The ones who sit in a pew,contributing to the headcount, while I sit up here in front, holding back thetears fighting to make their appearance. I swallow them down. I won’t cry. Nothere. Not with these people.

           Dad’s funeral should be an empty church with mom, his three brothers, and me.It should be the five of us having a messy, sloppy, sobbing affair where wecling to each other because we are all we have left. The marble floors shouldbe slick with our tears. It isn’t. We sit here, straight backed, completelycomposed as if death is just a passing expiration date and our small,insignificant world has not been split open and left gaping.

***

           I’m in my room, staring at the ceiling. The funeral service was hours ago.

           The house feels empty and cold. I hear a stifled whimper from down the hall.

           Mom.

           Probably crying into a pillow so the house can’t hear, but it can. It seemsunfair she can’t wail aloud, so loud  the house’s hundred-year-old studstremble.

           She doesn’t. I don’t either. We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man whowill never be here again.

           The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboardsare buckling because the burden is too heavy.

           I ache, desperate to forget the long battle with cancer, the blood sputteringout of his mouth with his last words—what where they? I can’t remember becausethe fear in his eyes overshadowed anything he said. Now the loss. I don’t wantto feel this loss. Some divine entity has taken dull scissors and cut out apiece of my life and now I have jagged scars to remind me I lost too much. Toomuch.

           I want to forget, because it hurts to remember.

           I bury my head in the pillow, hoping to suffocate the memories, to choke outthe pain.


Excerpt #3



“Have you ever been in love?”

           I spill my popcorn on my lap. “I, uh, what?” I say, swiping off the kernels.The question catches me off guard.

           “You know, in love.”

           “No. No, I haven’t.” I shift on the couch, needing more space between us. “Whatabout you?”

           “Nah.” She flicks her hand toward me as if she is brushing away nonsense, butthe hard look in her eyes says something different.

           “Why?”

           She points to the TV screen and the couple making out there. “Figured if youhad been, then you could explain that to me.”

           The guy sweeps the girl up and carries her into bed before they… you know. “Uh,sex?”

           She bursts out laughing. “That too. But I was talking about what  it feelslike to be, you know, in love. Totally, without question. Like, does that,” shepoints to the screen again, “exist?”

           “Yeah, I think it exists.” I think of mom and dad—the way they kissed everymorning, hugged a few moments longer than anyone else, laughed so hard theycried, and cuddled, shutting out the world, looking more content than thesefakers on the screen. “It exists. And in real life, it’s better than thatcrap.” I say, suddenly uncomfortable by the moaning coming from the TV.

           “I thought you said you’ve never been in love?”

           “I haven’t. But I’ve seen it. And I haven’t ever seen anything come close tothat in the movies.”

           She opens her mouth as if about to ask a question, but then closes it andsmiles, accepting my answer. “Well, it’s good that there may be something inlife to look forward to.” She drops a kernel of popcorn in her mouth.

           “May be?”

           “Well nothing is guaranteed. Who knows, I may die an old spinster.” She’ssmiling, but her eyes aren’t.

           I think about the movie store guy’s possessive eyes, Jesse’s chair fiasco, andDominic’s leering, my heart. “I doubt that.”


Excerpt #4


He smiles a bit wider and hands outthe pin.

           As, I reach to pluck it from his palm, he snatches my wrist with one hand, mybicep with the other and crushes me against his chest.

           His grip is tight—too tight, it hurts—and the bend of him hovers over me,leaning in. I try to shake him off, but he doesn’t let go. I squirm as I feelhis thumb trace circles on the inside of my wrist. The touch sends a skitter ofsensation over me. Something tinges the air; a sweet, cool feeling brushes overmy skin, making my knees want to buckle. He smells like mint, his breathtickles my face. I pull back, hating the sensations that please my skin andcurdle my insides. Bile surges in my throat. I tear myself away from him,glaring.

           “What?” He says coolly as if he hadn’t just bruised my arms with his clutchingfingertips.

           “That. Hurt.” I say. I don’t say he smells sweet or his breath is refreshing onmy skin or his touch sends chills up my spine, delicious chills. I step away.

           His smile is unnerving. “Don’t worry, Jade.” He winks at me. Damn that wink ofhis. “One day, you’ll like it.”