Saturday, February 22, 2014

LEAN ON ME by Candy Crum






Title: Lean On Me


Author: Candy Crum          


Genre: YA Romance

Expected Release Date: March 16, 2014


Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours




Book Description:

Sixteen year old Bri comes from a wealthy family, allowing her an expensive pass into the popular crowd, though it never much mattered to her. She's on the basketball team and track and is the top in both. 




Bri has everything a girl could want, but she longs for a traditional family that loves one another deeply and would do anything for one another instead of the one she was gifted - cold and very distant. Growing up this way has left Bri alone and forced to raise herself.

Bri's parents pressure her to be the best at everything instead of just being the best that she can be. As a result of trying for the perfect life for her parents, hoping that it will one day impress them, Bri finds herself in an abusive relationship for title rather than love with the high school football star and pressured into doing what a lot of teenagers are pressured into doing. 

When Bri becomes pregnant, her entire world is turned upside down and she has no idea who she can trust anymore. Bri struggles to find a place in this world for herself and for her baby - the baby that she is desperate to have and watch grow. Along the way, Bri is given an opportunity to completely change her life and the life of her child - but it may hinder the life of someone incredibly important to her ... binding him to a future he was never meant to have, just for her. Bri is forced to grow and grow stronger as she fights for her baby and learns how to be a good mother.

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Candy Crum lives in Indiana and is the Author of “The Eternal Series” and other short stories. She published her first novel, The Eternal Gift, in May of 2011 and has been publishing ever since. Candy is an avid lover of the paranormal genre, stemming from years of reading the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice when she was a teenager. Later, she developed a deep love of the Vampire Academy Series by Richelle Mead and the House of Night Series by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, furthering her love of the genre and pushing her to really push to finish and publish her novel.




Since then, Candy has released three other books in The Eternal Series and will release another later in 2014. Now, Candy is trying her

hand at more contemporary pieces of work, like that of Lean on Me and other books she will release in 2014.




Some of Candy’s interests include the usual reading and writing, music (of most types), movies (action and comedy or any combination of the two), cartoons (she loves to say that her children watch cartoons because she does), and drawing. She loves talking with her fans and loves reading the reviews that her fans are kind enough to leave for her. Always feel free to find Candy on Facebook and send her a message!









Lean on Me by Candy Crum


Chapter 4








Bri struggled to breathe as the wind hissed from her lungs with the awkward landing. Her vision was blurry and her head throbbed. She wanted to scream, but was silenced with something being strapped across her mouth – duct tape. Her attacker grabbed her by the hair and dragged her backward, behind the store. She screamed from behind the tape and kicked her legs, struggling to get free.


Tears streamed down her face as she immediately worried for the condition of her baby. She’d landed hard on her belly. She had no idea what it would take to end a pregnancy by blunt force. The attacker used her hair to pull her up to her feet before slamming her hard into a wall. As soon as her vision cleared, fear coursed through her, adrenaline threatening to make her pass out.


Before, she’d worried that her attacker may hurt her baby (even by accident, not knowing she was with child) in the process of robbing her. Now, she knew the object of this attack was solely for the purpose of harming her baby. She stared into Mike’s cold, hard eyes. She heard the chuckles of four of his friends surrounding him.


“Your mom called,” Mike said, gently running his fingertips down the side of her face. “She said that she was sorry her daughter was so confused. She begged me to take you back. Even told me where you’d be so I could come and talk to you. That was nice of her, wasn’t it?”


Bri sobbed as she tried to push him away, knowing that even if she managed to fight him off, there were four more to subdue her.


“I know we had our little chat just today, but I got to thinking about it and it’s been quite a long time since you and I fooled around. You know what that means? Docs around here won’t do an abortion without parental consent because of the increased risks.”


Bri felt disgusted that he stated that so casually. He was a stupid boy. He didn’t know a lot about anything that wasn’t sports related. She imagined that he’d learned it from other experiences like this, either his own or his friends.


“But you won’t talk to your parents, will you, Bri?” he asked, pushing himself closer. She was terrified, too terrified to move. She wished that she could get to her phone. She wished that she could call for Matt’s help. “I didn’t think so.”


She realized then that she’d been too scared to answer, too scared to lie her way out of it – even from behind tape. Bri was about to answer by way of nodding when the first blow to her face came. She was hit hard, several smaller bones in her face crushing under the blow. She landed hard on the ground, blackness seeping in as she felt the first painful kick to her abdomen. Please, God, was the last thing to enter her mind as she lost consciousness.






“Her pulse is weak,” she heard a man say from above her. She looked up to see an attractive young man hovering above her. “My name is Gerome and I’m the EMT that responded to the call. You were attacked, ma’am. We are about halfway to the hospital. Do you have any allergies?”


Bri shook her head, but remembered that she had one. “Ery… Ery…” As hard as she tried the name wouldn’t come.


“Erythromycin?” he asked.


She nodded. “That’s it.” Her eyes bolted open as she tried to sit up, but she was strapped down. “My baby!”


“Your baby? Are you pregnant, ma’am?”


“Yes! Almost four months. They were kicking me in the stomach! Is the baby still alive? Can you tell?” She was frantic as tears started rolling down her face. She could feel the scrapes on her face as the salty tears stung them on the way down her cheeks.


“Jo!” he called to the front of the ambulance. “Is the fetal Doppler working yet?”


It was a woman that called back. “Oh, God. She’s pregnant? They took it out. It was smashed after the rookie dropped it and stepped on it. They’re supposed to be replacing it tomorrow.”


“What’s a fetal Doppler?” Bri asked.


“It’s a wand that I could place against your lower abdomen and listen for the heartbeat. Unfortunately, we don’t have one.”


“That’s the only way that you can check on her?”


“I’m sorry. That’s the only way that I can tell in here. A stethoscope can’t really pick anything up through the uterine wall. Not in here for sure, though in a quiet room it’s probably possible. You’re having a little girl?” he asked, a sad smile breaking through as he worried for both of them.


“It’s just a hunch,” she said. Her entire body was shaking from shock and fear. Her eyes were growing heavy again, but she wanted to stay awake. She needed to know everything that was going on. “Do you think she will be okay?”


Gerome sighed and placed his hand over hers. “Bad things happen to good people every day. I know. I see a lot of it around here. But one thing I know for sure is that as bad as some of those things are, I have seen some of the most miraculous recoveries. People that never should have lived that were able to go home to their families and live their lives. People think that babies are fragile, and they are, but not nearly as fragile as we assume. That baby wasn’t outside exposed to the attack. She was cradled inside your body. You’re alive. So it’s okay to hold out hope that she is too. But…”


“But it’s best to know that I’m young and this is still really early in the pregnancy,” she said, interrupting him.


He nodded. “That’s right. Listen, you’re not looking too good yourself. Worrying and stressing puts you both in danger. Your vitals are slow, so you need to relax and let me worry about both of you. We will be at the hospital in about five minutes. Focus on staying alive. If you go, so does she. She’s too young to survive outside the womb.”


His words hit her hard. She forced a nod and relaxed. Her ribs ached with every breath, but she forced herself to steady her breathing and try to will the pain away. When she was twelve, she’d fallen during a gymnastics practice and broke her ankle. She’d begged her mother for a week to take her to the hospital, but she wouldn’t, saying that Bri had only twisted her ankle and to stop worrying over nothing. It was finally her father that took her, learning that she’d broken it quite badly and would require surgery.


For that incredibly painful week before seeking treatment, Bri had to learn how to will the pain away. She practiced breathing techniques and focused on something in whatever room she was in as she imagined “pushing” the pain away from herself. She later learned that was a legitimate meditation technique and even taught to some pregnant women to use during labor.


Bri now called on her past experience to help her through the excruciating pain. Being unable to take deep breaths made her work difficult, but she was able to relax as she closed her eyes and focused on what it would be like to be a mother. She imagined herself holding her baby for the first time and being surrounded by the people that she loved. Soon, her mind completely overtook her as she disappeared into unconsciousness once again with only dreams of her baby to sooth her.




Bri’s eyes slowly fluttered open, well – one of Bri’s eyes fluttered open. The other was completely swollen shut. As she realized she now only had use of one of her eyes, she began to panic. She tried to move, but her hands were bound, as were her feet. She tried to scream for help, but her throat was too sore to make such a loud noise.


The sound of frantic beeping entered her ears just before she heard multiple footsteps stampeding into the room. She began to come around as she realized that she was in a hospital. A doctor came into view, a face that was familiar to her. He was her childhood doctor. Another familiar face stepped into view; she was Matt’s mother’s OB/GYN, Maree Metcalf. She’d met her once when she accompanied them to a well-mother prenatal appointment.


“Briana,” Doctor Conway, her pediatrician spoke. “Try to calm down. You’re safe and in the hospital. You were brutally attacked. You can speak, but try to keep quiet. It appears that you were choked. There was some damage done to the trachea, but nothing permanent or needing surgery. It should heal on its own as long as you’re gentle with it.”


She nodded. “Bri.” Another familiar voice. She looked off to the right to see her parents sitting there, holding her hand.


They weren’t there a moment ago, she thought. They must have come in with the doctors.


“How are you feeling?” her father asked.


Bri began to speak a couple of times, only managing a cough as she tried to clear her throat. “Like I was just beaten half to death by Michael Rhodes and his minions.”


Her mother sighed, her eyes closing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Briana Grace. He would never do such a thing. It was he that called us and called 911! Why would he do that if he was the one that hurt you? You owe him an apology.”


Bri laughed again, painfully, just as she had before. That was the final straw. She realized then that her parents didn’t love her. If they did, they did a terrible job showing it. They only loved the idea of having the perfect offspring, the daughter that excelled at everything, and she refused to be that anymore. She was a woman now, a woman that had just been attacked for the purpose of killing her unborn child.


She turned to Doctor Metcalf, now understanding why she’d been there with her. “How am I?” she asked, hoping the doctor would get her meaning.


“You will be just fine. You have a few broken bones in your face, a broken finger, two broken ribs, swollen but otherwise healthy ankle, damage to your trachea, and lots of bumps, bruises, and cuts. But you’ll be just fine.” She smiled softly, reaching out and placing her hand on Bri’s leg. “And the baby is just fine as well. We were fully prepared not to find a heartbeat. Most of the attack was directed at your abdomen. But we did. Your baby is just fine, for now. We will need to keep you for a few days to monitor you both.”


“Wait a minute,” Bri’s father said. “Baby?”


For a moment, Bri thought she saw something that momentarily looked like a very faint, almost too-terrified-to-come-out-of-hiding smile cross her father’s face, but that was over and gone as soon as her mother opened her mouth. She briefly wondered, before her mother started in, how he could have been so disgusted with a co-worker’s daughter being with child, but be momentarily happy with his own. Or had she only imagined the smile?


“You’re pregnant? That’s why you’ve been acting so strangely?” She stood and began pacing back and forth from the head of the bed to the foot and back again. “This is terrible. How could you do such a stupid thing? Is it Mike’s? He just didn’t seem like that kind of boy!”


Bri focused her rage, trying not to have an outburst, knowing that it will hurt her far more than it would her parents. “This stupid thing was because I had an abusive boyfriend that I was petrified of. No one believed me when I said that I was scared of him. Not even you! Everyone said that I was being foolish. That he was a great guy. That I was reading things wrong. Then one night he pressured me into having sex with him. Mom, the way he grabbed me, I knew that if I didn’t, he’d hurt me. One time – that’s all I’ve done it, and I didn’t even want to then. This is not my fault. I was trying to find a way out of the relationship, away from him to prevent being pressured into anything or being physically injured.”


“Well it seems to me that you moved a little slow. This is just awful. What will everyone say? Oh dear, is that why you quit the team? This is awful. Just awful.”


Her mother was a mess, just pacing and rambling.


“Mom, it’s going to be fine. Why should we care what anyone else thinks? I’m finishing school. I’m excited to show this baby exactly what you can do – no matter how hard the circumstances are – and still succeed. I’m going to go to college. I’m still going to do everything that I wanted to before, minus trying for a sports scholarship. That was more your dream than mine. I just love the game.”


Tears ran down her mother’s cheeks as their eyes locked. “Briana, you can’t have this baby. Please, you’re too young. You’ll regret it the rest of your life.”


Bri shook her head and smiled. “No, Mom. If I give up this baby – by any means – I’ll regret that for the rest of my life. Even if I hated and had no desire to take part in the circumstances that led up to this baby, he or she is still all of the best parts of me. How can I abandon that? Don’t make me do this. I’ll never forgive you and I’ll never forgive myself. I’ll always wonder what could have been and it will destroy me.”


“I just don’t think you understand just how hard your life is about to become if you keep that baby,” her mother said, voice quivering a little as she spoke. Something about the way Ellen chose her words sent chills down Bri’s spine. She wasn’t exactly sure what to make of them.


Shaking it off, Bri smiled again. “Yes I do, and that’s okay. I don’t care if the world hates me. It’s not their life. It’s mine. Everything will be just fine.”


Her mother squeezed her hand once. “You should rest. You’ve been through a lot today. We are going to go get some coffee and think about everything.”


Bri nodded, the motion immediately regrettable. Her throat

was beginning to feel a little better, though she was incredibly thirsty. Talking so much had both helped and hurt. “Can I get these off now?” Bri asked, referring to her restraints.


“Yes. Sorry about that,” Doctor Conway said. “You pulled out three IVs and punched two of the nurses. We had no choice. Sedation wasn’t a great option because of the baby’s slowed heart rate and you were already unconscious anyway.”


“I am – so – sorry,” Bri said. She felt terrible for having hurt the people that had only tried to help her.


“It’s quite normal in victims of violent crimes.” Doctor Conway released her of the restraints. “I’d like for you to get some more rest. I’m going to give you a pain medication that will help prevent breakthrough pain as well as allow you to sleep. Until the baby’s heart rate comes back up, we will have to be pickier than normal with your pain meds.”


Bri nodded. She didn’t like the idea of being loaded up on drugs, especially while pregnant, but she didn’t want to feel the pain of all of her broken bones and she trusted the doctors to care for both of them. The words of the paramedic came back to her. That fighting and straining could hurt her and hurt the baby. Rest seemed best for now. “Thank you, Doctor.”






Hours passed before Bri woke again. Her sleep was dreamless, and for that she was grateful. Her ribs screamed at her when she tried to sit. She needed to go to the bathroom, but knew it was impossible to go alone. Within moments, the nurse was in her room, responding to her call. By the time the nurse helped her out, Matt was sitting in a bedside chair, smiling at her.


“Aren’t you just so cute in your ball gown,” he said, giving her a wink. He stood and came to her unoccupied side to help the nurse get her back into bed. Bri slowly sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to adjust to the pain. Matt placed his hands on her shoulders to stabilize and support her. “I’ve got her from here,” he said softly to the nurse.


“Okay,” the nurse responded, smiling. “If you need anything else, call me. I’m going to change your trash while I’m in here.” She walked across the room and began the task of switching bags.


“You don’t have help me, ya know,” Bri told Matt, still sitting upright. “I really hoped you wouldn’t find out. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”


Matt moved his hands from her shoulders to gently hold her face. He tilted her head upward and he looked into the eye that was open. “I don’t care how bruised, how broken, or how immobile you are now or will ever be in the future. You’re beautiful. Don’t let that asshole tear you down from the pedestal you belong on.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.


Out of her periphery, Bri saw the nurse stop at his words,

placing a hand over her chest as a smile crossed her face. She was clearly moved by his words, as was Bri. No one had ever spoken to her like that, though he was always sweet and gentle with her.


“Well, that was awfully sweet for a barbarian like yourself,” Bri joked.


Matt shrugged. “I have my moments. Actually I wanted to get you in a headlock and screw up your hair – though I don’t think it’s possible to get it more amazing than it is right now. But – I figured there’d be some rule against abusing the patients.” He winked and helped her lie down before taking the seat next to her bed that he’d previously been occupying. Bri raised the head of her bed so she could sit at a wide angle, allowing her to sit and speak comfortably, but not so tightly as to squeeze her broken ribs.


“Can I get anything else for you?” the nurse asked, still smiling.


“Some ice chips maybe?” Bri said. “My throat is still a little sore.”


The nurse nodded. “Not a problem.”


Matt stood as the nurse made her way out the door. “I’ll go grab them from her so she doesn’t have to come back in.”


“Thank you,” Bri said. “I hate asking them for anything. I know they’ve got other patients who need more than I do.”


Matt laughed. “Wow. Woman, do you realize you’re more than likely one of the more serious patients on the floor? Most of these people probably have shortness of breath or respiratory infections of some kind.”


Bri shrugged, immediately regretting the action. “Still, I feel bad.” Matt shook his head at his friend and smiled before turning to leave the room. “Oh! Sorry, but could you see how my parents are doing? They were out there getting coffee somewhere.”


“Sure, no problem.”


Bri slowly reached for the call light/TV remote control and turned on the flat screen hanging from her wall. She began flipping through channels until she found something that made her happy. It was a rerun of The Vampire Diaries. She nestled in as comfortably as she could before placing the remote at her side and watching.


Twenty minutes or so passed before Matt came back. “Did you have to wait for the ice to freeze?” Bri asked, forcing a pained half-smile. Her face felt more swollen all the time, though she imagined if it actually was, the nurses would have noticed. She imagined it was just her pain tolerance lowering, possibly the pain medication wearing off.


Matt didn’t smile as he walked over to the bed, handing her a small Styrofoam cup with a plastic spoon. He looked behind him to the large closet in the room with double doors meant for patients to store their personal items. He opened it and his eyes momentarily closed before he reached inside.


“What? What’s wrong?” Bri asked. She watched as he pulled an envelope from the closet. He brought it over and sat it next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong? It’s just an envelope.”


He sighed. “It’s not just an envelope. It’s your envelope.”


“Why was it in the closet?”


Matt lightly shook his head as he tore it open, studying thecontents. Bri’s heart began to speed up as she saw a flash of color of what was inside. Money.


“That’s for ordering food while I’m stuck in here. They work all the time and know hospital food sucks,” she said, trying to stop the tears from escaping her eyes. Even saying it, she didn’t believe it. “Where’s my phone?” she asked, wanting to call her parents.


Matt sighed again as he pulled her phone from his pocket. “The nurses had it in a bag of your belongings that you came in with. It survived the attack, thanks to the case. But you’re wasting your time, Bri. I tried to make a call from it. It’s been disconnected.”


Her jaw dropped open as a harsh breath escaped her. “What? What’s going on?”


Matt quickly put the money back in the envelope, having counted one hundred dollars, and sat it on the bedside table. He took a seat at Bri’s side and gently held her injured hand. “When I asked the nurses where I could possibly find your parents, the charge nurse stepped forward. I knew right then when they turned to her to answer my questions that it wasn’t good. She said that she overheard them discussing what to do. That your mom was insistent that she wouldn’t raise another baby and that you needed to learn your lesson. She told me your parents slipped the money into the cabinet and told the charge nurse to inform me if I came in. They knew I would.”


Bri shook her head, ignoring the physical pain for her emotional pain and confusion. “What are you saying, Matt?”


His eyes momentarily closed again as he searched for the words. “They gave you that money to give you a start on your own. They’ve kicked you out of the house, Bri. They shut off your phone, too. I called my sister and she drove by and saw a couple of boxes sat out on the curb. She recognized a few of your things piled on top. I’m so sorry. I’m honestly shocked. I knew they were cold, but this…”


That’s what she meant by saying that I had no idea how hard that my life was about to become if I decided to have this baby. Oh my God, Matt. What am I going to do?” she asked, staring off at nothing in particular. She began rubbing her sore abdomen, not caring about the pain, just wanting to feel close to her baby. She was in shock. She thought her parents would hate her, punish her, ban her from anything remotely pleasurable, but she never imagined this.


“You’re going to focus on getting better. When you get out, you can come stay a few days with me, longer if you need.”


“Matt – I can’t stay with you. If your mother finds out that I’m pregnant she will think it’s yours. She’ll kill you.”


He shrugged. “Maybe not. My mom loves you. She loves me,

too. The real kind, not that fake crap your parents tried to push off to their friends to look like great parents.”


Bri was silent for a few minutes as so many thoughts flooded her mind that she found herself not thinking about anything at all. Her pain was back tenfold and she knew it was partly because she’d lost concentration on it with the news and partly because she’d been sitting a long while and now her body was tense with stress. Not to mention the meds had more than likely worn off.


“I need to sleep. I can’t handle this right now. My body is starting to hurt again and my head feels like it’s going to explode.”


Matt reached for the call light and pushed it. “She’s in a lot of pain. Is it time for her to have meds yet?” he asked when they answered.


“Of course, we will be right in,” she answered.


“I’ll leave so you can get some rest,” Matt said, gently stroking the back of her hand.


“No – please. I hate to ask, but I just can’t bear being alone right now.”




He gave a soft smile and nodded, pulling the padded chair next to her bed closer. Matt sat down next to her and held her hand. He leaned over to kiss the sensitive back, just along her knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere, babe.”




EVIL OF LOVE by N.L. Echeverria
















Warning:

This book is for mature audience only due to sex, language and violence.






“I

can’t take it! I’ve been craving you ever since I saw you the other day. I

haven’t stopped thinking about you since you disappeared ten years ago! I need

you Steph. I’m sorry…” -Eric Sutherland





Stephanie Wilcox never saw it coming after giving up that life ten years ago of

constantly being verbally and emotionally abused by her drunken father. She

didn’t run, but when she left, she never looked back. Forced by her abusive

father to live with her Aunt Elizabeth, she had to leave behind the one person that

had shown her true love. In her mind, Eric Sutherland, deserved so much more

and being with her would only bring him down. She never stopped loving the

sun-kissed boy who held her hand and touched her kindly.





It was years later when Stephanie met Travis Barnes, a young self-made

billionaire who swooped in and helped mend some of her loneliness. However,

after marrying Travis, he began to show who he really was and he was the type

of man she was accustomed to, after growing up with an abusive father, and

regardless of his flaws she still loves him. After all, why would she deserve

any better?





Eric broke, his kindness, his pure heart, it all fell apart that day Stephanie

left. He did all he could to reach her, but it was hopeless. All the sadness,

anger, and sorrow built up inside him over time and no one could replace the

love he had for Stephanie. Fighting has been his outlet and now as a well-known

UFC undefeated fighter, his career is all he has, but no matter how hard he

tries to forget her, he can’t.





Ten years later he comes face to face with those large brown eyes that belong

to the one girl he’s always loved and everything changes. This time he won’t

let her get away. 






















There are many versions of ME. I'm a wife of an amazingly

supportive husband, a mother of three beautiful boys that inspire me every day,

a friend, a dedicated worker always looking to succeed, an author with

characters and stories always on my mind and then there is Me. The woman that

loves to stay up late and sleep in, takes ten minutes every morning before the

kids are up to sit and have a quiet cup of coffee. The woman that loves staying

up late with a good book and getting lost in the words. Enjoying a glass of

wine with dinner to wind down from my long days. A person who is still a girl

at heart, loving to smile, laugh and have fun whenever the opportunity arises.

My favorite place is still the beach because nothing is more peaceful then

listening to the sounds of the ocean against the shore. This is all a part of

who I am and I LOVE being me!
 






















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Friday, February 21, 2014

***COVER REVEAL*** WHEN TIDAL WAVES CALL (THE LOST IMMORTALS SAGE, BOOK THREE by KaSonndra Leigh






Title: When Tidal Waves Call (The Lost Immortals Sage, Book Three)


Author: KaSonndra Leigh 




Genre: Dystopian Fantasy w/Strong Romantic Elements




Expected Release Date: June 2014


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Book Description:The utopian society that Chela Prizeon once lived in is corrupted—divided by fear of an ancient prophecy and scarred by past betrayals between the humans and exiled celestials. So when given a chance to explore the world on the other side of the Borderlands, Chela seizes it, gaining an unlikely ally in the process. Perhaps beyond the veil, she and Faris will find a way to save his land, the sleeping world, and begin a new life, free from lies, tangled loyalties, and painful memories. 

But Chela fights a darkness growing stronger each time she uses her power. She also finds herself falling under the alluring spell of someone she once considered her greatest enemy. Old discoveries are quickly rendered meaningless. Explosive new truths will change the hearts of those she loves. And once again, Chela must struggle to understand the complexities of herforbidden world—and of herself—while facing significant choices about loyalty, sacrifice, honor and love. 

Told from engaging multiple point-of-views, When Tidal Waves Call, by #1 Internationally best-selling author KaSonndra Leigh, brings the Lost Immortals Saga to a powerful conclusion while revealing the secrets of the dystopian-fantasy world that has captivated readers in When Copper Suns Fall and When Silver Moons Rise.




KaSonndra Leigh was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. She now lives in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. She likes to write about people of all ages doing fantastical things in magical worlds. She considers her two sons (aka the X-Men) the most authoritative editors around.


She loves to play CLUE, Monopoly (the Indiana Jones version), and Pandora's Box (good writer's block therapy). She lives in an L-shaped house with a garden dedicated to her grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies, Venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.








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Thursday, February 20, 2014

***DOUBLE COVER REVEAL*** BLURRED LINES & BAD GIRLFRIEND by Brooke Cumberland

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Author:Brooke Cumberland
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis

Two weeks. Spring Break.
No strings attached. No long distant relationships. Just sex.
She agreed to have fun over spring break.

What Emma didn’t realize was that her heart would be shattered into pieces after meeting Brody. Growing up she got everything she ever asked for, so when their two weeks were over, there was nothing money could buy to heal her broken heart.

Emma works hard in college to ignore the pain. She doesn’t know where he lives, his number, or even his last name. She thought he was out of her life forever…

Until two years later.

She hasn’t stopped thinking about him.
But it’s not that easy when they finally reunite.

Seeing Brody again has memories flooding to the surface again…making it hard to resist him. But can Emma keep her distance like she has to, or will there be blurred lines between what she wants and what she must do to move forward?

excerpt

“You sent us the drinks?” I ask, finally putting all the pieces together.

“Well, technically, I just sent the first round. You guys just kept ordering.” His face is so soft; I just want to rub my hands over it. Shit. Focus.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, guess I better sign for that tab.” He grins and I know he’s secretly enjoying it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

“It’s fine, honestly. I don’t mind.” Hannah lays her head on his shoulder as she passes out. “I think she’ll be fine with an aspirin and some sleep.”

“Where’s your room? I’ll carry her back.” I nod, because ironically, I’m not sure what else to do. He could be a total creepier for all I know, but I can’t carry Hannah back myself, so I let him help.

“Room 480,” I reply. We walk back to the resort lobby, and I see him grin at me. And I finally see his face for the first time. “Hey, you’re the guy from the plane, right?” My stomach suddenly turns to knots. The feelings from remembering our one and only encounter replays in my mind—the way his hands soothed me after practically falling into his lap. I can’t help the lame smile that forms on my face.

I already know it’s him, but I ask anyway because it seems so unreal. I looked for him after we landed and was oddly disappointed when I didn’t see him.

I see him bite his lip before answering, “Yeah, Brody.” We reach the elevator, and I press the call button as I watch him intently. “Emma, right?” he asks.

“Right,” is all I say, because well, I’m an idiot. He’s just as beautiful as he was earlier. His hair is clean cut and his face is smooth. For a moment, I lose myself in his face— his perfect silk face.

“So how long are you in Cancun for?” I ask, making conversation as we walk onto the elevator. I press number 4 and watch as the doors close.

“Couple weeks. I’m here with my friend, Caleb, for one last spring break. What about you?”

“Same. Except this is Hannah and mine’s first college spring break.” I smile nervously, thinking how pathetic I look right now.

“Ahh, freshmen, huh?” He grins.

“Is it that obvious?”

He laughs, but doesn’t answer as the elevator dings. I wrestle my key card out of my purse as we walk to our room. We walk in silence, but I can’t help but feel what I felt before on the plane. It was like an unspoken tension—heat and intensity that riveted between us. I feel his presence not only because he was next to me, but because it was like an electric force that made me very aware of him. And his very solid, chiseled arms.

I slide my key card in and open the door. I completely forgot that we left the room a mess. Fuck.

“Her bed is that one.” I point to the farthest one. I watch in amazement as he pulls the covers down and gently lays her down. He then covers her back up.

“Did you just tuck her in?” I ask, grinning.

“Yeah, is that bad?” he asks self-consciously.

“No, it’s just—most guys don’t do the whole ‘tucking in’ thing.”

“Oh, well I could untuck her in, if you’d prefer?” He smiles. He’s messing with me.

“No, it’s fine,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Just make sure you tell her I didn’t grope her or anything. Would hate for my neighbors to think I’m a creep or something,” he quips, walking closer to me. I can’t deny the heat coming off him, making me want to wrap my arms around him just to feel his body.

“Neighbors?”

“Oh, right. I’m in room 482. Across the hall.” He nods his head toward the door. He’s standing right in front of me, making me tilt my head back just to look up into his eyes—his beautiful bright green eyes.

“Oh.”

Of-fricken-course.

“Well, thanks again,” I say, breaking the awkward silence.

“My pleasure.” He continues looking at me intently, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am. “Have a good night, Emma.” His hand brushes mine as he walks toward the door. I watch as he opens it, and then he’s gone.
I almost wonder if I imagined the whole thing. And I could’ve swore he winked at me. No. Now I know I’m drunk.

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Book Title: Bad Girlfriend
Author: Brooke Cumberland
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

What if time were the only thing that kept you from falling in love?

What if you knew when your time was up?

Kate Wesley knows about that all too well.

When time is no longer on her side, she decides to live.

When Kate visits her cousin Natalee the week of her wedding, Kate finally decides to be spontaneous, take risks, and live with no regrets. Kate‘s holding a secret she hasn’t even told her cousin but when an unexpected run-in with another house guest risks everything she’s fought hard against, she must make a choice.

Gabe never expected to meet Kate at his old college roommate’s house. Spending the week there before his friend gets married has turned out to be the best decision he’s ever made. Running into Kate wasn’t something he planned, but once he came face to face with her, he knew he didn’t want to let go. No matter how fast she ran away.

Life has a tricky way of catching up to you—of making choices for you that you wish you could change. Kate accepts her destiny and pushes anyone out that threatens to get close. But how will she feel when Gabe pushes right back? Right into her life where she swore him off?

Would you be with someone if you knew it wouldn’t last forever?

Would you risk it anyway for a chance at love?

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There’s nothing like a big slap of reality to get your life in check. The whole “you only live once” and “live like there’s no tomorrow” couldn’t be more true for me. At least now, I knew.

I broke up with my boyfriend recently. He didn’t deserve it, but it was inevitable. It had to happen. There was no point leading him on. I just saved him years of grief.

“Kate, don’t do this. I love you,” he pleaded. I knew he did…and that’s why this was hard, but it was like ripping a band aid off. I just had to do it.

“Sorry, Kyle. I don’t love you,” I lied. If I told him the truth he’d promise to stay with me, but in the end, he’d only resent his decision.

“I can’t believe this.” He brushed both hands through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of me. I tried to remain calm, not affected.

“You’re a bad girlfriend, Kate. I can’t believe you’d do this.” He walked toward me, his face directly in mine. “You’re a bad girlfriend…I’m lucky to be rid of you.” I knew his words were spit from anger. I understood. He gave me everything—and in return—I couldn’t give him anything.

I think about the words he said to me six months ago as I drive up north for the week. Bags packed in the trunk with a weeks worth of clothes and necessities. Kyle was supposed to come up with me on this trip, now it’s welcomed silence.

The silence makes me feel numb. Numb to the facts. Numb to reality. It’s what’s best and I’ll give in to what my destiny holds.

Going to my cousin, Natalee’s wedding this week is my chance. My chance to be spontaneous, wild, and carefree. It’s possibly my last chance. And I will enjoy every moment of it.

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new author pic brooke cumberlandBrooke is a midwestern gal, from the cheese state of Wisconsin! Go Packers! She's a stay-at-home mom to a wild three year old. Most days you can find her reading or writing, or just hanging out with her family! She loves movies, cooking, and shopping! She's addicted to Starbucks, Coach purses, and wearing yoga pants.

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