Home
Archive for
September 2014
Keep Me (Twist Me, #2) Author: Anna Zaires - Release Blitz
Title: Keep Me (Twist Me, #2)
Author: Anna Zaires
Publication Date: September 30, 2014
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Synopsis
Abducted at eighteen. Held captive for 15 months.
It reads like one of those headlines. And yes, I did it. I stole her. Nora, with her long dark hair and silky skin. She’s my weakness, my obsession.
I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me.
I can, however, change her.
My name is Julian Esguerra, and Nora is mine to keep.
***Keep Me is the sequel to Twist Me, told from Nora & Julian’s POV.***
Twist Me (Twist Me, #1)
Keep Me (Twist Me, #2)
About the Author
Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.
After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.
Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.
In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.
She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.
Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.
In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.
She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
Giveaway!
'Til Death: Volume One Series: 'Til Death #1 Author: Bella Jewel - Cover Reveal!
Title: 'Til Death: Volume One
Series: 'Til Death #1
Author: Bella Jewel
Cover Design: LM Creations
Release Date: November 25, 2014
Synopsis
I married a douchebag.
It's my own fault, really. He came in like a handsome stranger and blew me off my feet. I fell madly in love, like the naive girl I am.
Then he left me high and dry.
Turns out, I was nothing more than a business plan for billionaire playboy, Marcus Tandem. He needed to be married to obtain his grandfathers business, and I was the poor victim in his path. I thought we had something real, I believed it was special until the truth reared its ugly head.
I never meant anything to Marcus. Not a damned thing.
Five years on and my life has been a struggle. Left with nothing, I've had to work myself into the ground to clean up my debts and take care of my sick mother, as well as trying to divorce a man that refuses contact with me.
Five years is a lot of time to plot the perfect revenge.
What my dear husband didn't count on, is that fact that I was smarter than I looked. After all, what married couple doesn't take out a life insurance policy? If he dies. I get five million dollars.
Of course, Marcus doesn't know about it.
One drunken night just after I left made sure of that. My mother is unwell, she can't pay for treatment. And I'm a bitter woman. I've been the joke of Marcus Tandem for five years while I've formed the perfect plan. Now it's my turn.
I have to kill him.
Oh yes, Marcus will pay for what he did.
I made a vow before God, that I would be by his side 'Til death do we part.
I plan to keep that vow.
Pre-order for 99c
Book Trailer
Author Bio
Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
Author Links
Giveaway
Two Roads by Lili St. Germain
Cover
Two Roads (Gypsy Brothers), Book Six
Amazon: TBD
B & N: http://bit.ly/ZXM11S
iTunes:http://bit.ly/1vx45Nv
Goodreads:http://bit.ly/1vWrO7f
RELEASE DATE: September 30th, 2014
Blurb
The sixth book in the #1 iBooks bestselling Gypsy Brothers series.
Juliette and Jase may be out of Dornan's immediate reach, but as tensions rise, will they end up walking right into the enemy's trap?
Can Juliette forgive Jase for his devastating betrayal, or will it destroy everything they've been fighting for?
Excerpt: Two Roads
He killed my father. I’m having his baby.
He killed my father. I’m having his baby.
Those two sentences are on repeat in my head, the agony of the rolling waves almost too much for me to bear.
And the agony of my nausea slams into me again with the violent rock of the waves that carry us to safer shores. I think. I hope.
But really, how safe am I? I’m suddenly questioning everything, stuck in a vortex of swirling paranoia and doubt. Is Jase on Dornan’s side? He killed my father. He didn’t even try to deny it.
I can’t believe it, I can’t accept it, and I just wish I could think straight for five fucking minutes. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I’ve left one prison, the one Dornan constructed for me, only to be trapped in one of my own making. The one in my mind that goes over and over and over again.
I’m curled as tight as I can get into a ball on a bed in the main cabin of the boat. We must be going pretty fast, or be in some crazy swell, because I swear if the boat tilted a little more, it’d capsize.
The door is closed. I made Elliot promise he wouldn’t let Jase come in here. I’m going to have to face him eventually, but I just can’t face him now. I don’t want to hear his excuses, if he even has any. He killed my father.
I’ve never been afraid of drowning before, but right now, I’m terrified. Drowning in this ship. Drowning in lies and in blood. Drowning in my own treacherous deceit. For so long, I’ve had only one goal – to destroy Dornan. I was too busy focusing on his suffering to notice or care about my own, and now, I feel so damned broken. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to feel normal again.
In fact, come to think of it, I don’t even know what normal is.
I jump as a warm hand touches my shoulder.
“Hey,” a low voice murmurs beside me.
I turn over to see Elliot lying beside me, his pose mirroring mine. I can see water lashing against the small round window that looks out to the cruel sea we travel within.
“You’re shaking,” Elliot says, frowning as he reaches out a hand to me. Without thinking, I shrink back, an automatic response after three months of Dornan’s psychotic hands being the only ones to reach for me. Elliot’s face crumples into something resembling sadness—despair—as he reaches out to me again, slower this time, and pushes my lank hair back from my face.
Am I even here? I’m not sure. This could all be a dream. An elaborate, drug-induced hallucination. The thought makes me reel. Am I out? Or am I still in the basement? Is Elliot in front of me, or is it Dornan?
I scramble away from Elliot, clambering off the bed and backing up to the far end of the tiny room. Behind me, waves pound violently into the thick glass porthole, the only thing separating us from the deadly currents beyond. The movement of the waves catches my attention and I turn, mesmerized, as I press a trembling palm up to the freezing cold glass.
Am I here? Am I alive?
A nudge in my stomach, nothing more than a flutter really, propels me back to sanity.
Yes. I am here. I am here, while Elliot hovers behind me, and Jase and Luis are somewhere beyond the door that keeps me safe in this room.
And I am carrying a baby inside me. A baby that should never have existed.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a terrible thing.
Additional Teasers
Gypsy Brothers Series by Lili Saint Germain
Seven Sons (Gypsy Brothers, Book One) FREE
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1t6zQIy
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1uCENKj
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1wNBlxD
iTunes: http://bit.ly/Z9sA66
Six Brothers (Gypsy Brother, Book Two)
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1pQjAOq
Itunes: http://bit.ly/1rbe5oO
Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, Book Three)
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1oKwLu1
Amazon UK: TBD
B & N:http://bit.ly/1rbcAac
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1qiTUt4
Four Score (Gypsy Brothers, Four)
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1o447oe
B & N:http://bit.ly/1pve7X1
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1qB2zWi
Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, Book Five)
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1rbbD1z
B & N: http://bit.ly/1ljdVzb
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1rBWdHu
Two Roads (Gypsy Brothers, Book Six)
Amazon US: TBD
B & N: http://bit.ly/ZXM11S
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1vx45Nv
One Love (Gypsy Brothers, Book Seven)
B & N; http://bit.ly/1utEZPg
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1rPgZFW
About the Author:
Lili Saint Germain
Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
GIVEAWAY
One Grand Prize winner will win a charm necklace
PLUS a Gypsy Brothers Swag Pack.
Two additional winners will win a
Gypsy Brothers Swag Pack along with
Gypsy Brothers "Revenge is Sweet" rubber bracelets.
THANK YOU!
Sweeter Than Sin (Secrets & Shadows, #2) Author: Shiloh Walker
Title: Sweeter Than Sin (Secrets & Shadows, #2)
Author: Shiloh Walker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 30, 2014
Buy The Book
Synopsis
CAN’T FORGET THE PAIN
It took years for Adam to stop drowning his regrets in alcohol, and running the local bar doesn’t make it any easier—especially not when everyone he knows gathers there to discuss the shocking allegations that have shattered his hometown. When another murder rocks sleepy Madison to its core, it becomes chillingly clear that even more vicious wounds are waiting to be exposed.
WON’T RESIST THE PLEASURE
Nothing is sacred anymore, and no one is safe, least of all the mystery woman who shows up in town out of the blue, looking like every fantasy Adam’s ever had. She may have her own dangerous secrets, but she can’t ignore the urgent heat between them any more than he can. As a killer’s quest for vengeance explodes into violence, Adam is tempted to lose himself in the delicious promise of her body—until he realizes he’ll risk anything if she’ll give him her heart…in Sweeter than Sin by Shiloh Walker.
About The Author
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her newest series, Secrets and Shadows, launched with Deeper than Need, followed by Sweeter than Sin and Darker than Desire.
She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
Excerpt
“I think right now the one thing you need to do is sleep, darlin’.” He nuzzled her neck, pressing his lips where it curved into her shoulder. “It’s late and you never look like you sleep as well as you should. Tomorrow is soon enough for you to worry about how somebody else’s tragedy has to ruin your life.”
“It’s already ruined mine.” Slowly, she turned around and lifted her hands, curling them in the soft, worn material of his shirt, pressing her head against his chest. The smell of him flooded her head. Warm man, something spicy—the soap he wore or aftershave—she liked it. Rubbing her cheek against him, she murmured, “It’s ruined my life for years and I’m tired of it. I don’t want to let it ruin my life anymore. That’s why I’m trying to figure out what to do next.”
“I already told you. Sleep.” He rubbed his lips against hers and then said quietly, a thread of steel in his voice, “Tomorrow, we find answers. For now, though…”
He slid his hands down her back, cupped them around her hips. He boosted her up and when she twined her legs around him, it was a sweet, sweet bliss. “Maybe the answer to that is think about you. You’ve lived your life day by day, always thinking about keeping your secrets. We need to figure out how you can reclaim your life, but you can’t do that in the dead of night. So for now…think about you. What you need.”
He dipped his head and caught her lower lip between his, bit her lightly.
“What do you need?”
A slow shudder wracked her body and he decided he liked it. As he lifted his head to peer down into her eyes, she stared up at him, her eyes cloudy and heated. “Are you suggesting that maybe the answer to this lies in getting naked?”
Giveaway
a Rafflecopter giveaway
In Dreams by Heather Mullins
Coming: October 30, 2014
Working in the homicide division of the Detroit Police Department, has made Angelo Baldoni, a third generation officer, pretty much immune to the depths of depravity seen in his years on the force. When a young woman is brutally murdered, the case of Hope Cooper can change the course of his life.
Hope, an outgoing young woman with everything going for her, lost it all the night that she was faced with the vicious eyes of a murderer. Stuck in limbo, Hope is confused and scared, trying to right the wrong done to her. Able to visit people in their dreams, Hope latches onto Angelo in hopes he can catch her killer.
Angelo was raised with a strong belief in the afterlife and the dreams of Hope don’t go unnoticed. With the help of his partner, Bobby, he aims to catch the killer before he strikes again. However, a cold case causes Angelo's past to merge with Hope’s case.
Will he keep his feelings at bay to find the murderer? Or will it be too late?
PROLOGUE
~Hope~
I hate this ankle biting Yorkie as much as I hate its owner. If I could, I’d get rid of this
client, but any business is good business right? I own a mobile pet grooming company, Squeaky
Clean, and so far it’s doing well. But today I’m thanking everything that’s holy that as soon as I
drop off Jeanie Costa’s Yorkshire terrier, I’m done for the day.
I usually enjoy walking the dogs down Hines Drive because it's one of the last truly
beautiful areas left in the Detroit area. After everything that’s happened, I’m always looking
over my shoulder because feel like I’m being watched. Hines Drive doesn’t calm me like it
usually does, and I find myself rushing the dog so we can get out of here. With the sound of
footsteps behind me, fear settles in my soul causing me to start pulling the dog along.
“Oh my God, will you just pee already!” I scream at the dog when it stops for the
millionth time. Fear hits me full force and I’m about to just pick up the damn dog and run when
Gigi growls as a large, calloused hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. I swing my arms,
trying like hell to strike my attacker but hit nothing but air. As soon as I recognize him, anger
quickly replaces fear.
“Fuck! You scared me half to death!”
“I’m sorry, Hope. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, looking away.
“What are you doing in this area anyway? You don’t live around here.” The hair on the
back of my neck is standing up and a frisson of disquiet travels down my spine. I mean, what
are the odds that he’d be on the same street as me, when neither of us lives in this area?
“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispers.
“What?” I choke out, uneasiness creeping into my gut. I look around and realize there is
not a single person or car in sight. Smart move, Hope. Put yourself in a dangerous situation by
not paying attention to your surroundings.
“I’m done waiting for you.” He lunges toward me, the black metal butt of a pistol
gripped in his raised hand. He hits me on the head with such force that I actually see stars and
feel incredible pain shoot through my temple. The momentum of the blow makes me think my
brain shifted in my skull. I stumble backward and the last thing I see is Gigi biting my attacker’s
leg.
As I regain consciousness, I’m petrified when I can’t see my surroundings. When my
eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, it becomes evident that I’m no longer outside, and I’ve been
hogtied.
I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as I glance around the room. The painted
walls are yellowed and peeling. An old, battered wooden chair is nearby, and a dented bucket
sits off in the corner. It’s the mattress that does me in, stained from top to bottom with a piss-
covered top that reeks of decay. I take a few deep breaths and swallow back the rising vomit in
my throat.
It’s finally happened, that psycho finally kept his promises. As my heart and breathing
quicken, I’m too scared to think straight. I force myself to take calming breaths so I can try and
figure out how to get out of here. I try to get a better idea of my location, but all that’s visible is
a window, most of the glass covered with boards.
A loud shattering sound echoes from the next room, reminding me that I’m not alone.
Pretending that I’m still out, I hear heavy footsteps approaching and I sense my stalker standing
over me. He bends down and runs his fingers through my hair in an intimate gesture.
“I’ve loved you forever, Hope, I wish you could see that.” He grabs a handful of my hair
and seeing me wince seems to piss him off. Apparently realizing I was faking, he pulls me by my
hair to the edge of the mattress and slams my head to the floor. It makes a sickening “thud”
sound as it hits followed by an instant, nauseating throbbing. Warm liquid, probably my blood,
drips down the side of my face into my mouth. The metallic taste fuels my fear—and my anger.
I thrash against the bindings in an attempt to free myself but only manage to cause the filthy
rope to dig deeper into my wrists and ankles, leaving me raw and bleeding.
“I waited so long for you, baby, but you never gave me a chance. I do so many nice
things for you, and you don’t even have the manners to say thank you.” He turns to look at me,
venom in his eyes. I stop struggling as I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and
possibly ease the throbbing. I hope that my fear is not evident to him.
Deep breaths, Hope, you’ve to get a grip if you want live.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What difference does it make? You don’t give a shit either way.” He starts to pace and
seems to become more agitated. He fists his hands into his dark hair, pulling on the ends. I
twist my left wrist, wincing in pain from rope digging into my abraded flesh, but I feel the rope
slowly giving way. Every time he glances in my direction, I freeze as my fear creeps higher up.
I’m praying he doesn’t notice what I’m doing.
“I never wanted it to end this way, but you have left me with no other choice. I can’t
keep watching you every day, knowing you won’t be mine.” He stops pacing to look at me. He
pulls a roll of duct tape out of his jacket pocket as he saunters over to me twirling the roll
around his finger with an evil smirk on his face.
“Please don’t do this.” Tears are streaming down my face. “I’ll do anything you want.
Please. I’m sorry, I didn’t know sooner; let me make it up to you.” I try to sound genuine but
fear overcomes me and my words sound shaky and unsure.
“MAKE IT UP TO ME?” he yells. “It’s too late for empty promises, Hope; just shut the
fuck up. I won’t listen to your bullshit anymore.” Before I can even open my mouth, he slaps me
in the face so hard my head whips back. The sound of my neck cracking reverberates
throughout the room. The force of the blow causes my jaw to clamp down so hard I bite into
my tongue, the blood pooling in my mouth.
He kneels down to get eye level with me, and I spit the mixture of blood and saliva in his
face. “You bitch!” He rises up and wipes his face. Finally pulling a hand free, I punch him as hard
as I can in the groin. Grabbing his crotch, he falls sideways with a loud groan, writhing in pain.
Frantically kicking my legs free, knowing my life depends on getting away, I run to the
door, throw it open and come face to face with complete darkness. My heart racing, I pick a
direction and pray it’s the right one.
“Hope, get back here!” he yells.
Shit, he’s getting up.
I dodge into a room as he stumbles out, crashing into a table causing him to yell in pain.
“Where the fuck are you? When I find you, so help me God, you’ll be sorry, bitch,” he growls. I
look around the moonlit room and spot what looks like a small closet. I get in, moving the nasty,
ratty clothing that still hangs there aside and close the door behind me. I press myself up
against the wall, the only sounds my heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.
“I know you’re here, you can’t hide from me, you stupid slut.” His voice gets louder and I
know he’s only seconds from entering the room I’m in. My panic reaches new heights as I push
myself to the back of the closet and close my eyes like a child. If I can’t see him then he can’t
see me...right? Suddenly the door flies open and I cover my mouth to silence my scream.
Grabbing the first limb he sees, he yanks my battered body from the small enclosure, knocking
the wind out of me as my back slams against the hardwood floor.
“Ah ha, gotcha bitch,” he laughs. “Now it’s time to pay for being such a whore and
teasing me all the time.” He places his foot on my neck, holding me in place while I gasp for air.
He jerks my arms behind my back nearly dislocating my shoulder. My struggling doesn’t deter
him and he ties the ropes tighter than he did the first time.
“Just stop fighting this, Hope.” When I continue to try and get free, he sneers and
punches me in the face. Blood gushes from my nose, mixing with the dark pools that flow from
my mouth and head. My face throbs and my tongue burns from the salt in my tears as he
finishes his work, quickly leaving me totally at his mercy. He pulls a switchblade out of his
scuffed combat boot and flicks it open. He slowly drags the double edged blade lightly up my
body, stopping when the cold steel touches my cheek, smearing the blood that has continued
to run down my face. Closing my eyes tightly, I pray he won’t use it but I silently begin to say my
goodbyes.
“You are so beautiful Hope. I could’ve given you the world. Can you not see how much I
love you, what you mean to me? Do you know how bad it hurts watching you from afar when
you should have been mine? DO YOU?” His breathing becomes more ragged as he shoves the
knife under my shirt. I hold my breath, knowing where this is going. He cuts through my shirt,
the knife razor-sharp, then makes quick work of my bra, leaving me naked from the waist up.
“You. Are. Mine. Hope. I believe it’s finally time to take what’s mine.” I start to struggle
against the ropes until I feel the edge of the knife at my throat. “Move again, slut, and I will cut
your throat end to end and watch the life drain from your body.”
Heather Mullins has always loved to read and has been writing poems and stories since childhood. She truly enjoys doing so much with other indie authors and fully supports this outstanding community. She uses her outgoing opinionated personality to help write and run multiple blogs.
Heather is a full time student working to get her Bachelors in Human services specializing in substance abuse counseling. She’s an Air Force Veteran and enjoyed fighting for her country. Heather supports many different groups that help out other veterans.
She is a mother of 3 wonderfully crazy kids and has been married for 13 years. When she isn’t playing taxi she is living vicariously through the lives of characters in any number of books.
HOSTED BY:
Subscribe to:
Posts
(
Atom
)