Thursday, November 20, 2014

Cover Reveal: Taunting Lips by Elena M Reyes

Her body was my greatest damnation.
I craved her and the way she came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her.
The moment I laid eyes on my defenseless gatita, everything within me shifted. Everything about her sang to my most basic of needs. She made me want things that never mattered before, that had no place within my solitary existence.
Amanda let me take. She let me gorge myself on all she had to give and never complained. I became addicted to her.
I was supposed to be the one in control. The master of our time together.
But this was never my game.
I was never in charge.
And now, I’m left dealing with the consequences of everything. My hunger, denial...the resentment.
“I hate that I love you.”

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Author Bio:
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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Don't Let Me Fall by Briana Pacheco

Title: Don’t Let Me Fall
Author: Briana Pacheco 
Publication date: December 4th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance

A New Adult romance stand-alone novel.

I don’t want to be here.

When you lose the one person that was your whole life, you’ll understand. For me, it was my best friend, Alice. We spent every second of every day together. We planned a life. I was actually living. I was happy.

Now, it’s just gone.

And I’m still here. Lonely. A tatted up body with an empty soul.

Getting inside of my head won’t be pretty. I’m warning you now that you won’t like me. I hate people besides my family. I hate everything around me. I just want to be alone. And I HATE how Logan Mercer doesn’t understand that. He’s everywhere; getting inside of my head, kissing me when he shouldn’t be, messing everything up, and trying to get me to open up. He’s making me crazier than I already am. Why do I need to talk about my life? Why does he even care?

Why doesn’t anyone understand that I don’t want to get attached to people? I don’t want to get fixed.

I want to be alone.

I want to be free.

I want to fly.

My name is Rebeckah Lennox and this is my story…of how I fell.

***WARNING: Due to heavy subject matter, strong language, possible triggering descriptions of self-harm and some sexual situations this book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 17.***

     Fuck. Last night. Logan.
     “I have to go,” I said, trying to sit up but Logan held me down.
     “I can drive you anywhere,” he said.
     I opened my eyes and looked at him.
     “Please don’t feel pressured into watching me. You really don’t have to. I just need to get out of here.”
     “Rebeckah, I don’t have to. I want to.”
     “You just feel sorry for me. I’m sorry to disappoint but that’s all I’m good at.”
     “Hey,” He caressed my cheek as he stared into my eyes like he was trying to get into my soul. “If you’re talking about last night then don’t worry about it. Shit happens.”
     “You know I’m fucked up. Any sane person sees it.”
     “You’re not fucked up.” I raised an eyebrow. What else would someone call it then? High on life?      Fucking shitting rainbows? I don’t fucking know, I’m making shit up to see if anything works. “Okay, you’re a little fucked up.” That’s it. “But so is everyone else.”

     He held out his hand again and I took it.
     Logan sat down on the stool and pulled the handle.
     The reels started rotating. And I started biting my nails. God, what is happening to me? I don’t bite my nails.
     Jackpot. Jackpot. Cherry.
     “Told you.” I said, my old mood making a comeback when I realized that bear is not coming home with me.
     “Two jackpots,” Bozo said. “You get another go. Remember, man, this is the last one.” He glanced at me and smirked. “I think you’re going home empty-handed.”
     “I’d say you’re reading your own future, buddy,” Logan said. “The girls are loving the bozo wig.”      He deadpanned. I couldn’t help but laugh and so did the crowd a couple feet behind us.
     Bozo rolled his eyes and waved us the all clear.
     “I need more luck.” Logan said, his eyes glowed bluer than I’ve ever seen them. What could I possibly do for more luck?
     “What? Should I blow you right now?” I joked.
     His jaw twitched as his eyes fell to my mouth. God, I’m tempted to do it now. I don’t care that there are people watching. I should have kept my mouth shut.
     Logan leaned into me, his lips touching mine.
     “You have to believe it,” he whispered. I can’t think about anything besides his lips on mine. Fuck. He’s really distracting.
     He can win the bear. I though. Please win the bear.
     He pressed his lips into mine as his free hand pulled the handle again. When he let it go, he slipped his hand out of mine and placed both on my hips, deepening the kiss.
     Win the fucking bear!
     Win the fucking bear!
     I’m so lost right now. Logan is breaking down my walls by crashing through. He’s making me want something. He’s making me want him. And I don’t know how I should feel about it.
     “Feeling lucky?” Logan asked finding my eyes. I just nodded. My words are trapped in my throat waiting for his tongue to take them.
     We turned and stared at the reels rotating.
     Jackpot. Jackpot…

Author's Guest Post:
Why the teddy bear?
 It’s kind of hard to see but the model on Don’t Let Me Fall’s cover is holding a teddy bear. It has a significant meaning throughout the book involving Rebeckah’s late friend, Alice. Alice gave Rebeckah a teddy bear freshman year of college who was later named, Ally-bear. Rebeckah kept it through the years because it was special. After Alice’s gruesome death, Rebeckah has the bear to hold on to while grieving over the sudden loss. Later on in the book, you’ll find out something happens to the bear, causing Rebeckah to not only lose the only connection to her best friend, but also feeling like she lost Alice all over again. The bear will symbolize many things throughout the book but the most important are friendship, anguish, solitude, and love. All at different times, that is. I wanted something so small and common to mean much more. Some people think of a teddy bear as a bear. Something insignificant that losing it wouldn't matter but to Rebeckah, it's her hold onto her past. The past where she was actually happy and living.

Author Interview:
Q: What inspired you to write your newest book?
A: People in general. Everything a person says or does-positive and negative-is powerful. I admit to people-watching so I see a lot of things. What captures my attention the most are the quiet people. The ones taking everything in but not letting anything out. They’re fighting their own battles that no one can see. They feel trapped and I want to set them free in any way I can. That includes writing.

Q: How did you come up with the title?
A: Don’t Let Me Fall’s title hit me while I was about to fall asleep one night. Rebeckah’s story will not be pretty nor happy. She wants to give up and in a way, she already has. I wanted to give her something to fight for. To live for. I didn't want her to fall.

Q: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
A: Yes, I want readers to see the ugly side of life; the hurt, the pain and the loss one goes through when losing a vital part of your life bur I also want readers to see that there is hope. After everything, giving up shouldn't be an option.

Q: What is your favorite book?
A: I have to cheat and go with a series. Two to be exact. The Addicted series and the spin-off, the Calloway Sisters by Krista and Becca Ritchie. I absolutely adore these ladies and they are on my auto-buy list!

Q: Do you see writing as a career?
A: Writing is my life. I’d do it all day long if I had the chance!

Q: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?
A: My books; The Enough Trilogy and Don’t Let Me Fall, take place in or around Boston because it’s where I’m from so everything is within grasp. I need to travel soon for upcoming books and I’m looking forward to it!

Q: Do you have any advice for other writers?
A: Write. Whenever you have time and the voices in your head don’t stop, just write. Don’t let anyone stop you. The best ideas come when you least expect them.

Q: Do you listen to music while you write? What’s your favorite song?
A: All the time. Music plays a huge part in my writing so the playlists are on repeat while working on my book. And as of right now, my favorite song will have to be Untitled 27 by Polly Scattergood. It’s the theme song for Don’t Let Me Fall and 100% Rebeckah.

Q: Where can I stalk you?
A: (Love this question) You can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr and Goodreads.

Author Bio:
Briana Pacheco hates referring to herself in third person so let’s start off with I’m the author of the Enough Trilogy, Don’t Let Me Fall, and many more books to come in the future. I’m from Boston and a wannabe explorer so one day I’ll travel the world. So far, that’s only happening when I write but I’m not giving up just yet. I love coffee, music and books, and I have an obsession with tattoos and accents. Sadly, I have neither so I make my characters have them instead. I’m an avid reader and if I’m not writing, you’ll find me with a book (or Kindle) in my hands. I love hearing from readers about anything so please don’t be shy and stalk me.

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Available on Amazon 12/4/2014

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To Avenge Her Highland Warrior by Samantha Holt

TITLE –  To Avenge Her Highland Warrior
SERIES – Highland Fae Chronicles #3
AUTHOR – Samantha Holt
GENRE – Historical Romance
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 60000

Lorna lost everything to war. Her home, her wealth... her lover. And now she wants revenge.

When her hasty plan throws her at the mercy of her enemy’s men, she holds little hope of returning to her kin and fears death is around the corner. But could her salvation lie in the arms of her dark captor?

Logan has little time to be dealing with a stubborn noble woman. His orders are to prepare for war. His laird—the man he owes his life to—intends to join forces with the Norse and bring a battle to Scotland that will see the fate of the country forever changed. Scarred, and with no memory of his past, Logan is determined to forge a new future for himself as well as prove his loyalty to the laird.

But the beautiful lass has him questioning his previous life and his goals. When she starts claiming he once loved her, he knows he’s being manipulated and she’s taking advantage of his memory loss. So why is it so hard to resist the idea of having once been her lover?

With the threat of impending war—a battle that promises to bring slaughter to her family—can Lorna persuade Logan to believe her, and is the bitter man he’s become even worth saving?

Whatever the outcome of the battle, a certain interfering faery is resolved to see fate back on its correct path. And that means forcing Lorna and Logan together—no matter their differences.

      Logan clenched his jaw and the roar of the storm sounded closer. He had to leave yet his feet refused to move. Why stay? Why torture himself further? His heart pounded against his chest. In the next flash, he was close once more. Within touching distance. He saw her features more clearly now.      The distress in her eyes, the golden strands of hair curling around her pointed chin. The fan of her lashes lowered and lifted in one slow sweep until her gaze locked onto his.
     “Logan,” she whispered, voice tremulous, but he did not know if that was a plea for him to leave or come closer.
     “Logan,” she tried again.
     The shaky quality of her voice pulled at his gut. His gaze traced the curl that flowed over one shoulder and down, caressing her gentle curves like a lover—like he once had apparently. His palms tingled with the need to feel the soft give of her flesh beneath him.
     The next flash highlighted her trembling form. The fragile hollow of her neck fluttered with her pulse and his mouth grew dry with the need to press his lips to it.
     Damn her. Like a siren, she lured him in.
     He almost backed away. How long they had been standing like that he knew not. It may have been moments—a mere few flashes of lightening—but the thickening of the air between them seemed to slow time.
     The tremble of her lips gripped his heart, squeezed it hard and painfully. An aggravating need to take care of her ate into him, softened him to her.
     Logan closed the gap. The next rumble lined up with him gripping her upper arms and pushing her back against the wall. She gasped, the sound clear to him even as the skies crashed about them. Hot anger mingled with need. It burned through him and set his nerve endings alight. How dare she have such a hold over him, how dare she make him want her?
      Soft, delicate breasts pressed against him. Slim thighs quaked against his. With a hiss of breath, he lowered his mouth to hers as she stared up at him. Before his lips met hers, her eyes flashed with a plea, but was she begging him to kiss her or leave her be? He couldn’t decide what he wanted either, but she left him with little choice.
     The first touch made him wonder if he had not indeed been struck by lightning. Frissons shot through him, curled into his blood and fired his fury and lust. Lorna released a tiny sound and he pressed his lips hard to hers this time. She whimpered. Her lips felt hot beneath his. Her taste threatened to drown him.
     Satisfaction settled in his gut when she arched into him. He kept hold of her arms, allowing little movement but that up thrust of breasts and hips into him made him hiss and press harder. He coaxed her lips apart, and she gasped when he invaded the heated recesses of her mouth. Logan kissed her deeply, with little apology. He needed this, needed her.

Author Bio:
Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She enjoys writing historical romance involving chivalrous knights, hot highlanders and cravatted men, but sometimes gets lured away by bad boy bikers, soldiers and other heroic modern men.

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