Tuesday, November 10, 2015

New #Teen #PNR Release from @SDWasleyAuthor and @EvernightTeen #Urban #Fantasy


Release Date: November 6, 2015
Published by Evernight Teen
YA / Urban Fantasy




“I longed for normality. Even our own, off-the-wall brand of normality.”

She’s finally got things together. Mimi’s dating a hot guy and has a place in the school’s Gifted Program with her awesome friends. Yes, she still attracts the dead. But there’s only one ghost these days, and he doesn’t seem to have an awful lot to say.

Just when Mimi’s life is looking pretty good for the first time in years, the unthinkable happens ... one of the seven gifted teens is torn from their close-knit group. The unity of their circle shattered, things begin to go terribly wrong. It’s ruining their focus—and with the threat of the Astarion cult growing stronger each day, the gifted seven need all the focus they can muster.

In The Seventh, Mimi found her place in a circle of seven extraordinary teenagers. In The Rift, she must face what happens when the circle of seven is broken.


“Yes, look! There’s Faith!” I exclaimed, seeing her at almost the same moment as Ed. She was standing on the bottom railing of a fence, looking anxiously back over her shoulder towards the village. She must have run across the roadside paddock to catch us before we left. I experienced a tug of grief when I saw her pale blonde hair and those light blue eyes, so much like Patience’s. As Ms. Deering slowed the bus, we all slid open the windows, hanging out to hear her.

Faith clutched the fence post, calling out in a timid voice, “Thank you for coming to visit Patience. She needs help from good people, and I know you’re good people!”

“Is she all right?” Mona asked.

Faith shook her head, her braids flying. “She’s been caught by the bad man himself. Father and the Pastor are trying to fix her but they can’t do it. Perhaps she needs something else. Some other sort of—help. She’s growing ill. And—” another fearful glance over her shoulder towards the village. “And she’s a danger. Knives and sharp things, and hammers, and all manner of things fly around whenever they try to get the demon out of her.”

Faith’s eyes were enormous as she spoke. “But she’s good. I know Patience is good at heart. She can’t help what the devil does to her, god help her.”

“Knives?” Ms. Deering repeated, her face blank with shock.

“I peeped through the chapel window,” Faith confessed. “Pastor was praying over Patience, his hand on her head like this—” she mimed the action, “—and my father was blessing Patience with his cross, and suddenly a big knife came flying across the room and hit the wall behind Pastor. Sunk deep in the wall, it was—quivering like an axe in an oak tree! Pastor went so white I thought he’d faint dead away. It was dreadful!” Faith spoke with what appeared to be thrilled admiration and I was pretty sure that, if Faith weren’t a Dale’s Run kid, the word ‘dreadful’ would have been ‘cool.’ “Father and Pastor take their guns to chapel now, when they go to try and cast Lucifer out of Patience.”

Drew swore quietly beside me, and my head swam as Faith’s last comment sank in.

“Faith, did some people come to check up on Patience last week?” Ms. Deering asked.

“People from the government, you mean? Yes. The man knew Pastor, and it seemed he was his great friend. Patience was allowed out of the chapel on that day, but she was weak from being awake too long, and not eating properly, so Mother kept her in bed. The lady spoke to Mother for a long while, all about our schooling, and what we eat, and asking how Father punishes us when we’re naughty. Then they went away again in their big car.” Ms. Deering’s shoulders sagged in disappointment.

“What does Patience have to do before the Pastor will let her out of the chapel?” Mona asked the child.

Faith looked surprised. “She doesn’t have to do anything. They have to get the bad man out of her. Then she can come home. Pastor says it might take months, but they won’t give up.”

We heard a whistle from the direction of the village and Faith jumped down from the fence rail without another word. She took off at a run and didn’t look back.

“Knives and hammers!” Mona’s eyes were round. “Do you think Patience is conjuring them to defend herself?”

Ms. Deering looked tired. “It’s possible.”

“She could kill someone,” Ed said.

“She’d never kill anyone,” Drew snapped.

“I didn’t mean she would do it intentionally,” Ed said in a low voice.

Drew had no reply to that. I tucked my hand into his as we took our seats again. Ms. Deering put the bus back into gear and we drove on in silence, our anxiety about Patience suspended like a huge, swinging weight above our heads.






S.D. Wasley was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia. She has been composing literary works since before she could write – at five years of age she announced her first poem in the kitchen, improv-style. About 20 years later she earned a PhD in communications. She writes in a range of genres including young adult, paranormal, mystery, new adult romance, and literary short stories.

Her debut novel was published in early 2015 through Evernight Teen, and her first adult paranormal romance will be released on January 7, 2016. Today, she lives and writes in a wine region with her partner and two daughters, surrounded by dogs, cats and chickens.

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Monday, November 2, 2015

Alisa Anderson's Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Book Tour #Romance #Suspense #Mafia @Bitchesbewritin #Crime


Welcome to the Book Tour for Alisa Anderson's Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 1: A Roman Crime Family Novel. This novel is a dark and tasty tale which may remind you of the Sopranos, only so much better. Already climbing the suspense and anthology charts on Amazon, it is sure to skyrocket to a best seller in no time. Oh and did we mention that there are five other books in this series? Mark our words readers these characters will take you on one hell of a ride. So prepare yourselves, because things are about to get dicey! 


Fire Meet Gasoline... 

When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door...or at his club. 

Nick was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire… 

Nick Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist… 

Working at Takers Gentleman's Club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. 

See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost? 

***Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 6 to 8 weeks, at approximately 12000 to 15000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.*** 

Excerpt from Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Part 1 

Parts 1-5 are available now at amazon. #Free with #KindleUnlimited

“Good morning, beautiful.” Nick smiled. Reaching up, tracing her lip with his thumb. 

“Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did. For the first time in years. Did you?” He laid back, grabbing her, pulling her back into his chest. 

“I did.” He felt her melt into his body. She felt like silk against him. This was something he could get used to.

“You know, kid…I’ve never let anyone sleep here before. Ever.”

She raised her head, looking into his eyes. She could tell this wasn’t a line of bullshit. He meant what he said. She kissed his lips, laying her head back onto his chest. 

“Why me?”

“I don’t know. This shit between us is insane.” 

Insane yes, but she knew whatever this was couldn’t go anywhere. 

He was married. Plus, he was with Amy. 

And she was with Eric. 

Oh God. Eric. 

She allowed herself to feel guilty for a few seconds, before reminding herself why she was there in the first place. 

“So. Where do we go from here, kid?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean. I want to continue whatever this is between us.”

“Are you nuts? How are we going to do that, Nick? You’re married. I have Eric, and you’re seeing Amy and probably countless others. Considering I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, I don’t want to be part of the harem. I won’t be.” 

“Hey…hey.” He moved her head up to look into her eyes. “I knew from the minute I laid eyes on you we would be here, kid. I’m not going to play you like that. The girls are gone. Except Connie. My wife. I’m not going to lie to you. I have no plans of leaving her right now. That’s the way it has to be for now.”

He softly brushed a strand of hair from her face. 

“You know who I am, kid. You also know exactly what I do. Do you want this life? You need to tell me now.”

His directness caught her off guard. She did know who he was, what he was. At some point she wouldn’t be ok with any of it. For some reason, she was ok with it now. 

The orgasm might have helped. 

“You want this or not, kid?” He asked again. 

“I want this.” 

It was his turn to be caught off guard. He never expected her to say yes. 

He thought he was safe. 

How the hell did she find a way into his heart so damn quickly? If he had any sense, he would walk, no run away now. It was all way too dangerous for them both. 

She saw the look on his face. 

“Maybe we should go. Won’t your wife wonder where you’re at?”

He didn’t answer immediately, getting up so they could get dressed.

“By now, yes. She’s used to my being out all night, but I’m usually home by now. I’m sure there’s about a million voice mails waiting for me. What about Eric? Won’t he wonder where you’re at?”

“No. He had a show in Pennsylvania last night. He knew I was planning on staying out. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s still in bed with some groupie whore. At least I know he uses condoms.” 

Unlike them.




well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)


Friday, October 23, 2015

Entice Me: Luscious Love Stories brought to you by @RomanceBooks4Us #Amazon #KU #Romance




Welcome to the Book Tour for Entice Me, the Romance anthology from the talented authors from Romance Books 4 Us. This 9 author compilation offers something for all readers of the romance genres, leaving everyone feeling satisfied but perhaps wanting more but in the best possible way. Along this tour you'll learn more about these luscious love stories so don't miss a single word as we offer you peeks into this enticing boxed set! 

This sweet through hot collection of love stories includes contemporary, period, and historical romance, otherworldly romance, and romance with a touch of magic by Award-winning and Bestselling Authors: Cindy Spencer Pape, Marianne Stephens, Jean Hart Stewart, Janice Seagraves, Gemma Juliana, Denyse Bridger, Rose Anderson, Paris Brandon, and Cara Marsi. 

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In 2010, author Marianne Stephens started Romance Books '4' Us (All Romance, All Genres) as a Yahoo Group. She soon enlisted the help of 19 other authors and shortly after started the RB4U blog. The Romance Books '4' Us website followed in 2011. On both sites, Marianne and her 19 Member Authors host the romance industry's finest authors and industry representatives. Some of the names have changed over time, but the quality of writing continues. Nine of Romance Books '4' Us’ Member Authors have stories in this first RB4U anthology. We sincerely hope you enjoy reading them.




RIVIERA RENDEZVOUS by Gemma Juliana

Amalie Pallas flees when she runs into danger on the cruise ship she calls home, but soon realizes she can’t afford to buy an airline ticket home from Italy.

Xandros Xenakis is more than the shipping agent everybody thinks he is—he owns the cruise ship and many more. He’s had his sights on Amalie for months, so when she suddenly becomes a stranded damsel in distress, he is quick to offer her a solution.

Can Amalie be his pretend fiancée without losing her heart to him? After all, their contract is only for a weekend. What could possibly go wrong at a family event on the French Riviera?


EXCERPT:

“Cara mia, let us enjoy our weekend together.”
“Where, exactly, are we going?”
Xandros signaled for the check. “We’re driving to the French Riviera. The family villa is in Èze, on the Côte d’Azur. The wedding takes place in a chapel there, and the reception is on our family yacht in Monaco.”
Within minutes they were out the door and in his car, speeding along a hillside road.
“Oh no, Xandros,” Amalie put her hands on her cheeks. “I have nothing to wear to such an event. You saw the size of my bag. I left most of my clothes on the ship.”
“I’ve got it covered. We’ll stop at a boutique on our way. They’ll have everything you need.” His Aston Martin took the hilly curves as the speckled light filtered in and out of the shade trees overhanging the road. He pulled through a wrought iron gate and stopped before a beautiful Roman-styled mansion. “Please wait here while I collect my luggage. It’s all packed so I’ll only be a moment.”
He climbed the marble steps flanked by large ancient terracotta flowering pots and disappeared through the front door. Roses sprawled from the vases in wild abandon. She glanced in awe around the manicured grounds. The earth felt very ancient here.



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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Madeline Archer's, The Changeling Book Tour presented by @SensuousPromos #Paranormal #Sweet



Welcome to the Book Tour for Madeline Archer's The Changeling. This is a sweet paranormal love story which has just been made available, but it's already gaining interest and climbing the Amazon charts. 


Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh. The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own. 

Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination and was inspired by the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin. Rated PG.





Excerpt~
Setting the Stage:

Three babies are born one night in a convoluted, yet calculated, turn of events. The first infant is cruelly torn from his grieving mother’s arms and swapped for another to be raised a changeling. The third child dies shortly after birth. In a daring act of love, the first infant replaces the third before his new mother knows her own child has died. Or that’s the plan…


November 1, 1867

Frances March hurried cautiously along the stable wall. So distracted by their conspiracy of mercy, she nearly jumped out of her shoes at the nicker of a horse. The sooner this deed was done, the better.

Pressing flat to the wall, she listened for the stableman, but heard only the muffled sound of stabled horses and the hoot of a distant owl. It was imperative that no one — upstairs or down —  see her. She peered around the corner and watched as her sister disappeared through the hedge. Pulling her shawl tightly around her and the bundle she held, she scurried across the gardens to the library and slipped inside quietly. The head butler was waiting.

He stated rather than asked, “You’re certain no one saw you . . . ”

With a nod she went to warm herself by the fire, her bundle held close. The grandfather clock in the hall struck one.

Osgood checked his watch against it. He pressed, “Did you explain to your sister she must never speak of this again?”

“Yes, Mr. Osgood. As I said before, Agnes says no one would believe the truth of it anyway. She’d be ridiculed…her reputation ruined. And there’s always the possibility she could be blamed for the other. It is unbelievable, no?”

“It is at that.” Osgood nodded. “I scarcely believe it myself, Fanny. What about the poor still babe?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Agnes will see him to the cradle and hopefully none will be the wiser. Mrs. Benton will think her own baby died and he’ll get a decent burial. And that’s pretty much the truth, isn’t it? Her own son is as good as dead. Poor, poor laddie, wherever he is now.” She crossed herself.

Osgood peered out into the night before locking the French doors and drawing the heavy curtains closed. “It’s as it should be.”

“Is it? Was it wise to switch them, Mr. Osgood? I mean, the baker and his wife —”

“— Had their child taken, with nothing to be done for it. They have seven living children to love, Fanny. Her ladyship has four in the grave. Five now.”

Frances frowned. “Has her ladyship awakened?”

He shook his head. “Doctor Fischer administered a sedative. Lady Amelia was done out. She went to sleep believing her child alive and has no idea of the tragedy that occurred but half an hour later.”

“My poor lady. To go through that long labor and, in the end, the babe too weak to survive.” Emotion welling, Frances wiped her eyes. “What do you suppose they do with the babies they take?”

Osgood blinked his own sentiment away. “I can’t say. My old Welsh grannie said the fae only took the sickly ones. But back then it was only legend.”

“My Scottish gran told us the same,” Frances said, shaking her head. “But Agnes says Libby Benton’s baby wasn’t sickly but strong and healthy. Nearly every child of the Benton’s is as towheaded as their father, except for the two with the ginger hair like their mother. Agnes said Libby’s babe was destined to be ginger.”

Osgood went to the decanter and poured two small glasses of sherry. He handed one to her before downing his in one swallow. “Did your sister witness the switch?”

Frances sipped then shook her head. “When Agnes went to tidy the mother, she left the sleeping babe in the crib with no one to watch him. And, why would she think he needed to be watched? She helped bring the others into the world without fuss. It was minutes only that he was out of her sight. When she went back, another, with black hair, was in his place. That’s when she told Libby the babe was asleep and she should rest a while. So distressed was Agnes that she ran up to the hill to find me.”

He nodded. “It was fortunate she did. Another hour and everyone might have known.”

“Oh yes, it was fortunate. Libby’s husband was at the bakery mixing his dough, and the other children were sleeping up the stairs . . . one more child to such a large family brought little interest in him, you see. There was no one to witness the deed. Will you be telling Mrs. Smithson?”

“No, Fanny. No one in this household, save you and I, will know. Of course Mrs. Smithson would keep the secret if I asked her to, but that isn’t necessary. We shan’t burden anyone else with the truth.”

Frances uncovered the bundle in her arms. Looking down, she smiled. “He’s a handsome laddie, don’t you think? I’m no expert, mind, but Agnes and I both suspect the babe is of mixed race. His little ears . . . ”

Moving to her side, Osgood broke into a smile of his own. The little bundled boy was sleeping. He ran a gentle fingertip over the small, slightly pointed ear. “Yes, he very well could be. And yes, he’s a handsome little man  — dark like Master Evan was. May his soul in heaven forgive us.”

The lady’s maid put a reassuring hand on the head butler’s arm. “He wouldn’t want her ladyship’s heart to be broken more than it already is. You know how he loved her.”

“I do,” he nodded. “As I see it, the baker’s child is no more, taken away to some faery hill no doubt, never to be seen again, if the old stories are true. This little boy did not belong with the Benton family anyway. He’s black-haired, for one. He’d grow being different, maybe disliked or mistrusted, even despised by his father as another man’s bastard. Danny Benton is a highlander. You know how they are — with their superstitions —  when they feel something isn’t quite right. The child would suffer for a situation not of his making. It harms no one that he be raised a Pendry.”

She nodded. “Yes, you’re right Mr. Osgood. If nothing else, this is the better life of the two.”

“It most certainly is. Master Evan is gone and Master John has been missing for a fortnight. Solicitors across London have been inquiring high and low for his whereabouts, but it isn’t looking good, Fanny. Should anything have happened to Master John, there is no other heir living. This little man may very well become the 10th Earl of Pendry.”

To the babe, Osgood leaned down and whispered, “And the family name will continue because of you. Shall we meet your mummy little sir?”





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