Monday, September 14, 2015

~~~RELEASE DAY BLITZ~~~ THE CONTRITE DUET by Kathy Coopmans








What happens when the man you’re married to 
 isn’t the man you married anymore? 

Find out in Kathy Coopman's Contrite series!  This Duet  has been bundled into one complete set for ONLY $0.99! 

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Blurb 

CONTRITE BOOK ONE 

What happens when the man you’re married to isn’t the man you married anymore? Clove Calloway knows within an hour of picking up her husband Turner from the airport that something is different. Yet she can't pin point what. Together since College, they know everything about each other. So why has she spent the last few days watching everything he does, hoping for a clue? What could have happened within that week he was gone? 
One way or another she's going to find out. 
When Clove invests in the help of her brother Zack, a police detective, she’s afraid her suspicions of infidelity will be confirmed. Terrified that such news will crush her heart, she sets about preparing for the worst.  
Only to find it's much more than she could have imagined—there is no other woman.  
Clove’s life is about to descend into a web of deceit, lies and betrayal.  
Appearances can be deceiving… and only the Master Manipulator will be left standing.  
“The eyes only see what the mind is prepared to comprehend.” – Henri Bergson 

REPRISAL BOOK TWO 

Clove Calloway thought she ended her nightmare life when she stabbed herself. 

When the darkness took over, she thought she’d find peace. Seeing her husband die by the hands of his traitorous brother, Trent, destroyed her. Little did she know, her dreadful life without Turner is just the beginning. She awakens from one nightmare right into another, confined in a house with the Master Manipulator of them all. 

Now, she's fighting for her life instead of trying to end it. As the truth unfolds, layer upon layer of deceit could suffocate her. How many times and in how many way can she be betrayed? But Clove refuses to lose. Just how she's going to win is a plan she's yet to determine... 

Zack is determined to find his sister Clove, he knows she is out there somewhere. He can feel it. He wants her home. And he is going to find her! He’s ready to take down the evil that has her in his clutches. Only he’s just as shocked as Clove when the truth unfolds… 
There’s more…. So much more. Are you ready? 

Revenge. 
  


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Excerpt 
I look at the clock and realize I still have an hour left. Turner is on a conference call, therefore I can’t ask him if he wants to skip out a little early and get to the bar for happy hour. Reaching for my phone, I decide to kick back and relax and maybe download some new songs. I plug in my phone to keep it charged and start listening to some music as I browse through the new selections. 

“Clove?” 

I jump, catching sight of Zack out of my peripheral vision. 

“Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” 

I sit back in my chair with a smile on my face, placing my hand over my heart as I slump back in my seat. I laugh, finding the situation funny. Pulling my ear buds out, I watch my brother as he strolls in and sits across from me at my desk. But he’s not laughing or smiling. 

“There’s something wrong,” I say in a strangled voice. 

“Yeah, there is.” 

“Is . . .?” 

I start crying and can’t seem to get any words to come out. My chest starts heaving and I hold onto the edge of my desk, my knuckles snow white from my tight grip. 

“Is he cheating on me?” 

“It’s worse. Much worse.” 

The way he looks at me tells me whatever his news is, it’s going to rip me to shreds. 

“Wha-what is it?” I can barely choke the words out. 



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Meet Kathy Coopmans!   
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Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons. 
After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist. 
She now writes full time. 
She's a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis. 
She's a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed! 

Use whichever one of these you would like babe. 

Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads  

THANK YOU! 
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~~~RELEASE DAY BLITZ~~~ COMPLICATE ME by M. Robinson





Release Day Blitz


Complicate Me


Best Selling Author M. ROBINSON


Cover Design: Rebecca Marie at The Final Wrap




















It was complicated, it was

also just the beginning.


A decision.


A simple choice.


There is always that one

moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where

you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.


A different life.


It was easier to pretend that

we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.


Pretending was better than

knowing the truth...


I. Ruined. Us.


I had her.


I lost her.


I love her.


All I did was complicate us.




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My brown eyed girl sat on our blankets with her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face. The tiny frame that I adored so much shook uncontrollably, only heightening the deepest sobbing that escalated with each passing second. It was such an intimate moment, not to be shared with anyone, especially me. Alex didn’t cry. I watched her bawl for the first time in my life. I had never seen anyone cry like that before, and it shook me to my core, slicing me whole, and making me feel like I

was dying. Carving a memory that I would take to my grave.  There was no going back…


No erasing.


No do overs.


No deleting.


What I witnessed tonight would be my purgatory; I would now close my eyes and forever see her falling apart in front of me. Shattering before my very own eyes and I found it hard to breathe.


Hard to move.


My feet were glued to the goddamn floor as she continued to weep, sob, bawl, violently sucking in air that wasn’t available. I accepted it all; each tear that fell from her face becoming pieces of me. Circulating through my veins and blood, it flowed

endlessly, a river of her sadness and sorrow and of my broken promises. No

beginning or ending to her cries, just an infinite current, flooding the hole

where my heart should be. The shadow of her trembling petite body reflected off

the walls, leaving a trail of regrets in its wake.


Mine.


Hers.


Ours.


Growing up in a small town you overheard a lot of things. People talking, stories told, town gossip. You listened a lot. You learned a lot. Tourists, townies, friends, and especially family all shared wisdom and advice that you think you will never need.


Bunch of bullshit. They say you have that one moment in life where


things could have been different, that one moment that changes the course of

your life or the direction you could have taken. That one moment that could

forever change you and everything you wanted to be true, everything you wanted

to believe. 
One simple decision could alter your entire future.


My entire world.


I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my life. This is the moment that changed everything. This is the moment where I took another

direction, another road that led me to my own demise. My own regrets.  I should have walked in

there. I should have apologized. I should have begged for her forgiveness. I

should have promised that I would never hurt her again. I should have done

whatever it took to make her look at me the way she had our entire lives.


But I didn’t…


I did none of those things…


Not one.


Nothing was said between us.


No words.


No actions.


I was a coward and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t see her like that. I couldn’t look into her eyes and know that I had hurt her. That I had disappointed her. That I ruined her love and lost her respect for me. The boy who promised he would never hurt her.


The boy who swore he would always protect her.


The boy who vowed he would never let anything happen to her.


That same boy was me.


I was the reason she was bawling.


I was the reason she was hurt.


I was the reason she was broken.


She knew the truth. It had finally caught up to me… I shattered her illusion that I was hers. I ruined the one good thing I had in my life. The girl that owned my heart was bleeding out for me in a way that I had never seen before. The house was no longer our safe place.


I had brought my hurricane with me…


I couldn’t risk the possibility of losing her permanently if I walked in there and admitted my truths. She wouldn’t love me anymore, she wouldn’t look at me the same anymore, and she wouldn’t be mine anymore.


My brown eyed girl.


The girl that I had loved all of my life.


The same girl that I would

love for the rest of my life.


Alexandra.


I gave her the only comfort I could in her moment of despair. I turned around and left. I walked down the stairs and got into my truck. I turned the engine on and drove my sorry ass home. I took a shower and never once looked at myself in the mirror. I

pretended that nothing changed. That I didn’t cause her pain, and that she

didn’t know the truth. That I didn’t see her sobbing and that she wasn’t even

bawling to begin with. That we were still just best friends, and that she was

my girl and I was her boy.


My Half-Pint and her Bo.


It was better than knowing…


I ruined us.





































Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst,

romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading

since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.




She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing

her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.


She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German


Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.  































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~~~RELEASE DAY~~~ STEAM by STACEY ROURKE







Title: STEAM


Author: Stacey Rourke


Genre: NA Paranormal Thriller




Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours









Blurb:




Time passes, sins forgotten.

The bodies of the victims long since rotten.

Trapped within the essence of the Headless Horseman by the guilt of slaughtering her best friend, Ireland Crane follows the father of science fiction, HG Wells, in search of freedom from the curse that binds her. Instead, she discovers even he has a hidden agenda. A dark, relentless passion to be reunited with the woman he loves has driven him to manipulate time and a murderous Horseman.

Yet heed my warning, as the Raven flies,

The Hessian will come … and you will die.

All that prevents Ireland from abandoning Wells’ twisted pursuit, or introducing him to her sword, are the undead witches haunting her. Begging for freedom from a vile succubus, the ghoulish coven leads Ireland and her crew on a journey through Salem’s sordid past. There, they learn there is more to Nathaniel Hawthorne’s history than a scarlet letter, and the secret they’ve uncovered seeks to destroy them all.





















RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel


Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012


Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 




Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 




Visit her at www.staceyrourke.com




or on Twitter or instagram at Rourkewrites.

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Cradled in his strong arms, Peyton’s eyes snapped open. Her welcoming pools of blue had been stained to inky black voids of nothingness. Fat cerulean veins wriggled beneath the surface of her skin, like roused and ravenous serpents. Malachi pulled back, Peyton’s body floating upright as if hooked by the ribs and dragged. Bones audibly snapped, and her head contorted at a freakish angle to gape in Ireland’s direction.
To the cantankerous Horseman, that was the equivalent of throwing down the gauntlet. Feeling her senses sharpen, Ireland braced herself with one hand on the back of a booth. Catapulting over Malachi’s head, she landed beside him in a low crouch and forcibly shoved him aside. The lights continued to flash, each illumination revealing another grisly contortion of Peyton’s body: knees bending backward, arms twisting in countless joints, her spine seemingly liquid as she rolled head over feet in Ireland’s direction. The motion appeared more arachnid than human.
The window to their right shattered in a spray of shards, Ireland’s sword sailing in to settle into her waiting palm. While everyone else shielded themselves from the shrapnel, she struck a defensive pose with her sword by her ear in an overhand grasp. “Don’t make me stab a nun,” she growled. “I mean, I’ll do it, but I won’t feel good about it.”
Again, the nun’s body rotated in an inexplicably spineless back walkover that ended with her feet being planted directly in front of Ireland.
Chest rising and falling with the yearning for bedlam, Ireland hissed out a simple warning, “Don’t do this.”
Peyton’s body retracted board straight, the ends of her hair brushing the floor before she flung forward as if on a spring. Her fingers darted out to encircle the wrist of Ireland’s sword wielding hand. Blood trickled from her nose, staining her lips with ruby droplets. Leaning in, cheek to cheek, her breath singed Ireland’s nostrils with the foul, rotten-egg stench of sulfur.
“Take … her … to … hell,” Peyton rasped against Ireland’s ear.
The lights beamed back on. The ghouls gone.
Letting her sword fall to the ground with an ear-piercing twang, Ireland caught the full weight of Peyton’s body as she fell limp against her.


“I’m pretty sure we’re already there,” she rumbled and eased the girl to the ground.