~~~RELEASE DAY BLITZ & GIVEAWAY~~~NO LONGER WEAK by Lyra Parish

Title: No Longer Weak (Weakness, #3)

Author: Lyra Parish

Release Date: January 14, 2015

Blurb

"I love you: those three words are so powerful they alone can change the world."

Jennifer Downs and Finnley Felton are drawn to one another like opposite ends of magnets.

Many things have changed since Jennifer moved from Texas to Vegas. Secrets from her past are uncovered and they leave her feeling like everything she knew was a lie. Jennifer desperately seeks the truth, while trying to plan her future. Safety is key, but how can one be truly safe while being hunted?

Love and hope mingle with revenge.

Finnley Felton is fearless. He never thought another woman could change his world, but now that Jennifer has, nothing but death itself could take her from him. While the monsters of the underground seek retribution, Jesse continues on her deadly path of destruction.

Bridges will be mended.
Secrets will be revealed, and for better or worse, lives will ultimately change forever.

Find out if Finnley and Jennifer get their happily ever after in the final installment of the Weakness Series.

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Weakness Series

Weak For Him (Weakness, #1)

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Weak Without Him (Weakness, #2)

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About the Author

Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.

Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains!

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~~~COVER REVEAL~~~ VODKA DREAMS by Angie Merriam

Title: Vodka Dreams

Author: Angie Merriam

Release Date: February 6, 2015

Published by Entertwine Publishing

Lucy’s life is out of control and she’s okay with that. Liquor keeps her numb as she wanders through life as little more than a ghost. Her family’s walked away, her boss fired her, and her friends have moved on. She’s careless and hopeless and waiting to die until she wakes up in a strange place, tied to a bed and suffering from severe withdraws. Dallas has made Lucy his new project; only she’s more than another project. She’s different. She’s special. He has to save her from herself.

Angie Merriam resides in the beautiful Pacific Northwest and is happily married to her best friend. She and her husband have three wonderful children, a dog, and a fish. She is the author of the Neveah trilogy and is a featured author in Intertwine, an anthology featuring an array of writers and a variety of genres.
She loves barbeque’s with family and friends, photography, movies, music, and of course reading. She was influenced by the works of Diana Gabaldon, Stephanie Meyer, Nora Roberts, Danielle Steele, and J.K. Rowling. She currently writes romantic fantasy but looks forward to exploring other genre’s.
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~~~BLOG TOUR~~~ HOT HOUSTON NIGHTS: GRAHAM & ISABELLA PART 1 by S.N.Garza

Title: Hot Houston Nights: Graham & Isabella PART 1
Author: S. N. Garza
Genre: Erotic Romance
Expected Release Date: Jan. 9, 2014
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb: What happens when a one night stand, doesn’t stay just that?

Out for the first time after a long term relationship, Isabella wasn’t expecting much except a good time with the girls. A one night stand wasn’t in the cards, until she met him.

Graham is damaged both physically and mentally by a past that refuses to let him go. When he sees Isabella for the first time, she wasn’t at all what he was expecting.

One night. No regrets. That’s all it was supposed to be. But fate has different plans.

This is a three part serial series of hot sexual encounters and conflicting emotions. Their journey to their happily forever after will be a hard one, but so worth it.

Author Bio: S. N. Garza is from Southeast Houston, Texas, with her husband and two small children. She is a full time Chilihead employee at Chili's Bar & Grill. Author of steamy, sexy, sinfully beautiful stories about strong alpha men and the women who fall for them.
When she's not taking care of her family, working her tail off at her all day job, you can find her writing well into the night, and reading another steamy romance novel, attaining another fictional boyfriend.
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Where the men are strong, the women, stronger.



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Excerpt:
Men never seemed to fall over me like that. Except Christopher. Definitely a mistake getting with that guy. I know that now, but it was a bigger mistake thinking I could come here and act normal and have some random, hot guy wanna dance with me. Freaking pathetic.

I was almost off the dance floor when firm hands hooked into my two side belt loops from behind and brought me against a firm body.


“Need a dance partner, sweetness?”


Holy cow. The guy behind me was nothing but broad muscle and strong hands. He had two fingers hooked in my loops and the other three long fingers I felt on my pubic bone, and they pressed me against his thighs. His body was hard behind me and it was like my whole body lit up.

He must be taller than me. Well, everyone was, but the average guy was only five feet ten inches. Maybe six foot, but when they were behind me, I felt their groin. Not this man. I felt the thick steel rod almost at the middle of my back.


“Damn, sweetness. I hadn’t realized you were so tiny compared to me.”


His lips skirted passed my earlobe, nipping the edge between his teeth.

Fuck. Me. That little bite sent a sexual bolt of lightning straight down my body until it hit my core. I felt my pussy tighten with arousal. Sweet mother, that voice could rattle cages.


“Yeah, well, don’t judge a book by its cover, buddy.”


“Hmmm...I'll have to remember that, sweetness. For now, let's dance."

Crap. I had no rhythm. At all. Stella was the one who made me look halfway decent.


"Uh. No, but thanks anyway. I should just go back to the bar and have some drinks."


"Please don't. And don't be afraid when I say this, but I was watching you up here and noticed you weren't comfortable. I can make you feel real comfortable, sweetness. Just one dance."

The song that was playing was fast and I had no idea what to do.


"This songs almost over. Don’t worry.”


The song finished shortly after he said that and 'Skin’ by Rihanna came on.

Double crap. I couldn't dance to this song with a stranger. It was a sex song.


"Is that a blush? Fucking beautiful."


His body began to move against mine, rocking my body and he took a hand and swept the stray hair that had come undone to the side. He dipped and his lips met the groove of my shoulder and I could smell his heady scent fill my nostrils. It was intoxicating. Sensual with a hint of musk and man.


His hands skimmed down and feeling his work-rough hands touch the bare flesh of my shoulder sent tingles throughout my body. Making me feel hyper alert. Gooseflesh sprinkled across my skin and his hands outlined the sides of my breasts which were starting to feel heavy. His hands slowly went down far enough to caress my thighs.


Holy mother, my pussy was aching from his touch. His thumbs hooked between my jeans and silk panties.


Teasing me with unhurried precision. His fingers massaging circles into the pockets…so close to the hood of my already damp vagina.


My head fell back and his breath was hot against my neck.

A small moan escaped my lips and his fingers got bold and traced the zipper seam down and gently circled my clit. It was light and was gone before I could do anything except let out a small cry.


The small orgasm raced through me from the contact and it was enough to make my body mold and press into him. Hits fingers contacted on mine and he groaned against my neck


“Was that?”


I couldn’t help but nod yes. And the dance became more intimate as he moved my body with his. He tucked his body down just enough for me to feel the hard ridge life his shaft against the cleft of my rear.

I really wanted to see his face now. The first man to make me come just by mere proximity.

~~~RELEASE DAY BLITZ~~~ SHATTER ME by Alex Grayson

I'm running, as fast and as far as I can. My past is trying to shatter me, but I am determined not to let it. I've come this far, I won't let it break me now.

 

I had to stop in a small town to get enough money to run again, but I found myself wanting to stay. The reason? Jaxon Walker. He doesn't make me so afraid. He comforts me. But how much comfort will it take before my walls shatter? And what happens when my past finds me? Will it destroy me finally or could Jax possibly save me?

My name is Bailey Winsor and this is my story. 

“Oh Jaxon.” I moan and dig my nails into his back.



 “Fuck, Angel,” he hisses. “I can feel it. You’re already so wet for me."



This spurs him on and he pushes me to my back and settles himself between my thighs. He’s sitting back on his legs. With my legs on either side of him resting on his, I’m somewhat open and exposed to him, even though I’m still wearing my clothes.



Jaxon watches me with steel blue eyes as he runs his hands slowly up my calves and thighs. When he reaches my stomach, his fingers dip underneath my tank top. He moves them to my sides. With slow movements, his hands continue their upward motion, bringing my shirt along with him.



 I halt his movements by placing my hands on his.



 “Angel, we don’t…” He starts but I stop him before he can finish.



I shake my head and say, “No, it’s not that. I don’t want you to stop. I just…” I stop because I don’t know what to say. How do you tell a man that your body is riddled with ugly marks?



Taking a deep breath I haltingly try to explain. “Steven…h-he liked to…mark me. I’ve got…scars. A lot of them. They aren’t pretty. I want to warn you before you see them for yourself.”



As I talk I see pure rage enter Jaxon’s face. After closing his eyes and breathing deeply a few times he opens them again and the rage is gone, replaced with a soft understanding look.



“Baby, no matter how many scars you have you could never look anything but beautiful to me.”



His words touch a place inside me that allows some of my insecurities to let go. His words are pure and I believe them.



I move my hands from his and place them on his thighs. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he starts moving his hands again to pull my shirt up. It’s slow and torturous. I want him to hurry, but then I’m dreading when he sees them. When his fingers skim over the side of my breast, my breathing starts to pick up. The warmth his hands leave behind makes me throb for more. My shirt is now over my breast, but his eyes still remain on mine.



 “Arms up, baby and lift for me.” He says quietly.



Lifting my upper body off the bed, I sit up and bring my arms above my head. Jaxon finishes removing my shirt. His chest is right in front of my face. I bring my hands back down to his sides and lean forward to kiss his chest, but Jaxon pulls back and grabs both sides of my face to bring it up to his.



“Not yet. Lay back, I want to look at you.”

 

 

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 Alex Grayson is originally from the south but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio she absolutely loves living in the north. She and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, two dogs, two cats, and 8 ducks. She hopes to eventually get chickens and a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com

 

 

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~~BLOG TOUR~~ A SORTA FAIRYTALE by Emily McKee

Title: A Sorta Fairytale
Author: Emily McKee
Genre: Erotic Contemporary 
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb: I have my own sorta fairytale. Only thing is that it’s with two people. Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless. From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I
would have the perfect person. But perfect is overrated. It doesn’t exist. Plus, it’s not at all interesting. And my relationships with Thomas and Alex? Well that’s a story for the ages…


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Author Bio:

For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me. ❤

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Except:  Tossing the bra at your feet, I ask, “What do you think?” I get onto my knees and crawl over to you, lying on my stomach, resting my head in your hands. “Do you like it?” I see your eyes. They’re glued to my ass, right where I was hoping you’d be looking. “So, I’m gonna guess you like what you see?” Your eyes dart to mine. “Like? I fucking love it. Makes me want to fuck you so badly right now.” My belly swarms. “I’m not complaining.” “Stella,” you say sternly. Walking out of the room, I hear a lot of rummaging. I think you’re mad at me. I’m just about to get up and grab my clothes, ashamed, embarrassed you would reject me. At the last possible second, you save me. You walk in holding the easel and paints. “Not at all. But I know if I don’t start painting you, I won’t get around to it.” “Oh.” I smile. “Okay. How would you like me?” Clearing your throat you say, “Thong off.” “Alex,” I purr. “Are you sure you want to tempt yourself like that?” I watch as you think it over. You look away from me, your mouth moving, almost like you’re having a conversation with yourself. “As shitty as it’s going to be with your naked body tempting me, I’ll take it. I need to see you, Stella. All of you. Now, take your thong off.” I nod and stand from the bed. I don’t say anything. I can’t. I’m in awe of you, the way you take control. I would’ve never thought that of you. It turns me on. Placing my hands under the strings of my thong, I push it down my body and toss it to the side. I don’t do anything else. I want you to tell me what to do. “Now lie on the bed.”

~~RELEASE DAY~~ BREAKING DRAGON SAVAGE BROTHERS MC by Jordan Marie

Nicole

At one time, I had everything I wanted in life. Or I thought I did, but I lived in black and white. Then, he exploded into my world. Dragon.

He’s hot-blooded, cocky, stubborn as hell, and he drives me crazy. With him everything is more...It’s more vibrant, more exciting, more...real.

Suddenly I have everything to lose. In fact, I’m terrified that I might not be strong enough to hold on to it all. Because I’m learning with life, there are no hearts and flowers. Sometimes, there is just darkness.
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Dragon “Detroit” West

There’s one thing I know about life. You have to grab it by the throat and go at it full throttle.

Thrown away with the garbage on the day I was born, hooked on crack before I even take my first breath and doing what I had to do just to survive—

That’s who I am.
I’m the filth your mother warned you about.

The Savage MC is the only family I’ve ever had, the only ones I can depend on.
Then she walks into my life. Nicole.
Nothing like what I expected, sassy, smart and sexy as hell. She’s everything I could want and more.

Our worlds don’t mix. I’m only going to drag her down.
She should have never let me touch her…

Life can tear you into shreds, make you bend until you break.
Sometimes, you have to face death, so you can live.































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~~~COVER RE-REVEAL~~~ WHERE WE BELONG by K.L. Grayson

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Synopsis:

Regret . . . she's a snarky little bitch.

I’ve tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can’t. I'd never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because it ultimately led me to the place I am now. And I can’t regret the place I am now. What I still can't figure out is this: how is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day?

Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed.

Seventeen minutes was all it took—
to lose my best friend…
to lose the love of my life…

Seventeen minutes was all it took for the seeds of hope—the seeds of my future—to be planted in the worst possible way.

My name is Harley Thompson, and this is my story.

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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings … and not particularly in that order.
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Excerpt 

Slumping down onto the picnic table, I close my eyes, praying that this was all a bad dream and I just have to wake up. Realistically, I know it’s not, but there is always that small window of time right after something horrible happens when you feel like if you hope and pray hard enough, you can actually rewind time and undo what’s been done.
I grip my hair tightly at the scalp and watch as my tears cascade off my face and hit the table below. I'm not sure how long I sit, but eventually I get up and pace the alley behind the bar, trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened. This is why I never told him before...for exactly this reason.
What on earth have I done?
He can’t seriously end our friendship.
He can’t really walk away.
There is way too much history for him to do that. Right?
A gravelly, slurred voice interrupts my thoughts. "Harley? That you?" The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I squint through my tears, trying to see whom the drunken voice belongs to. Relief washes over me at the familiar face. I try to respond, but a deep sob comes out instead. He moves to my side quickly. "You're crying," he says, putting a comforting hand to my back. "Please don't cry."
I normally wouldn't get this close to someone who isn't Tyson or Quinn, but right now I need the familiarity and comfort he offers. In a desperate move, I wrap my arms around his middle, bury my face in his chest, and cry like I've never cried before.
The stench of smoke deeply rooted in his shirt fills my nostrils and the stale odor of liquor makes me sick as he whispers calming words in my ear. I should be worried. I've heard that he's gotten into some heavier drugs recently, but I know I'm safe.
We stand there for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. His body sways slightly to the left. I grip him tightly to steady his balance and raise my eyes to his. "Are you okay?"
His red-rimmed, glossy eyes lock onto mine, but he doesn't respond. I watch as his expression changes. A shiver runs up my spine as goose bumps immediately cover my body. "Are you okay?" I repeat, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Loosening my grip, I attempt to step back, but his arms tighten around me.
"You always smell so good," he slurs, his eyes roaming my face. His hand slides up my back and to my neck. He wraps his fingers around my hair and tugs, forcing my head to snap back. Leaning into me, he runs his nose along the side of my neck, and my stomach churns. "I would have given you anything. But I wasn't good enough for you, was I?" I don't respond and he yanks my hair again, arching my back. "Was I?" he seethes.
I’ve never been in a situation where I feel legitimately uncomfortable in the presence of another human being, but right here...in this second...I am terrified. Adrenalin courses through my body. My heart slams violently in my chest and my muscles tense as terror washes through me. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. A sharp pain rips through my scalp. My face smacks the ground, and a metallic taste fills my mouth.

Please, God. Please let me survive this.