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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

NEW RELEASE REVIEW: CLAIM ME (Capture Me, Book 3) by Anna Zaires



 Claim Me is LIVE! Check out my review of the final installment in this dark romance series. 


Title: CLAIM ME (Capture Me, Book 3)

Author: Anna Zaires

Release Date: June 14, 2016

Genre: Dark Romance



Blurb

She’s on the run.

Yulia Tzakova’s freedom comes at a heavy price. Her former captor dominates her dreams, and survival consumes her waking moments. She may have escaped, but she’s far from safe.

In the shadowy world of spies and betrayal, nothing is what it seems.

He’s obsessed with getting her back.

Lucas Kent’s rage knows no bounds. The danger of his job occupies his days, but hunting down Yulia is what he lives for. When he finds her, she’ll never escape again.

He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

Note: This is a LONG novel that concludes Lucas & Yulia’s story.


Claim Me PURCHASE Links:

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/ClaimMeBN


Review

Claim Me (Capture Me, #3)Claim Me by Anna Zaires

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
4.00 - 4.50 Stars
Title: Claim Me (Capture Me, Book 3)
Author: Anna Zaires
Release Date: June 14, 2016
No cliffhanger.

Claim Me is the third installment in the Capture Me series. If you have read the first two books there isn’t a chance in hell you are not reading Claim Me. Claim Me picked up exactly where Bind Me left off without skipping a beat. Yulia escaped from Lucas’ home, but is her heart still a prisoner? The love, lies, murder and mayhem continue in this stunning conclusion. You must read the first two books in this series in order so that you can fully comprehend the characters’ backgrounds. One-click this one!

This review appears on www.kindlecrack.net, www.facebook.com/kindlecrack, Goodreads, Amazon, Pinterest, Google+ and Twitter. A review copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.



Capture Me  (Capture Me, Book 1)


She fears him from the first moment she sees him.

Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all.

One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end.

Instead, it's just the beginning.

He wants her from the first moment he sees her.

Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again.

Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth.

She betrayed him. 

Now she will pay.


CAPTURE ME - Purchase Links

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1j7ilcc
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1MH4ZjB


Bind Me (Capture Me, #2)


He’s determined to break her.

For Lucas Kent, his new prisoner is a maddening contradiction: compliant yet defiant, fragile yet strong. He needs to uncover her secrets, but doing so may ruin everything.

His obsession could destroy her.

She’s determined to escape.

For Yulia Tzakova, her captor is the man of both her dreams and her nightmares: tender one moment, cruel the next. She can’t let him crack her, but resisting him may leave her broken.

A moment of weakness could cost her everything.

BIND ME - Purchase Links

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/BindMeBN


About the Author


Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.

After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels. 

Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.

In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband. 

She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.


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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

EXCERPT REVEAL: Je Suis A Toi by Pepper Winters

This dark romance series is not to be missed.  
Je Suis A Toi by Pepper Winters releases on May 31st. 

Haven’t met Q & Tess yet?  
Grab the Monsters in the Dark Box (four book set) here:
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1wK3MRr
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1zSget3

“Life taught me an eternal love will demand the worst sacrifices. A transcendent love will split your soul, cleaving you into pieces. A love this strong doesn’t grant you sweetness—it grants you pain. And in that pain is the greatest pleasure of all.”


Je Suis A Toi by Pepper Winters releases on May 31st. 

Pre-order on iBooks here: http://apple.co/1Tm62pT
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Blurb
Q made me the happiest esclave in the world. He gave me his heart, his empire, his ruthless unforgiving love. And life finally left us in peace. 

A man like my maître has special needs though, growing stronger as our lives intertwine. The only way to survive his monster is to agree to all his desires. 

Including his latest wish. 

I’m his. 

And I won’t refuse.

Excerpt
“You obeyed me.”
Her head bowed, her legs spreading wider, revealing the gift I worshiped daily between her legs. “I did. I look forward to my reward.”
My lips curled; the darkness enveloped me. The beast inside stretched, unsheathing its claws, lengthening its spine in preparation.
I stalked toward her and fisted her hair. I fell more in love than I already was.
This woman made me come alive. This woman would end up killing me. But my life was already hers, and I would die gratefully on the pyre of her affection.
“Tu connaiss les règles, esclave.” You know the rules.
“What rules, maître?”
“You don’t get your reward until you’ve been punished.”
Her gaze glittered with rebellion and retaliation but not one ounce of fear—the perfect cocktail for a bastard like me. “Go ahead. You’ll never break me.”
“Ah, my sweet, sweet Tess. That might be the case…” I nipped at her bottom lip. “Mais ça ne m'empêchera pas d’essayer.” But it won’t stop me from trying.
Dropping the black bag by her spread legs, I tugged on her right plait. “Up.”
Unfolding immediately, she stood quivering before me. Her chest rose and fell, imprisoned in the dark red bra I’d handpicked for her. Her flat stomach shadowed with faint bruises from previous nights, and I traced the bite mark I’d left on her hipbone after our parlour games. 
I wanted to do what I’d planned now. To get it over with before she could have second thoughts. But I restrained myself. Anticipation would make it that much sweeter.
Gripping her jaw, I kissed her with a wet-as-fuck dominating kiss before pushing her backward to the bed. 
She obeyed every prompt. Falling onto the bedspread, she watched me with desire-glittering eyes. 
This room was very much like our assigned accommodation, only smaller. The fireplace roared with heat and the four-poster bed hung with midnight blue drapery rather than forest green.
My jeans and t-shirt became too tight as my body prepared to tease and torture.
Tess squirmed on the mattress as I moved toward her and yanked her up the bed by her arms. The moment she was in the middle, I uncoiled a piece of Japanese silk rope from my pocket and looped it around her wrist. 
With a sharp smile, I secured her to one of the four bedposts. 
It was a risk tying her down like this. After all, she’d done the same to me when I’d given her my nightmares to hopefully break hers. However, no memory of that day hovered in her gaze. Her skin already flushed with lust as I fastened her other wrist and moved toward her ankles. 
She didn’t speak—she was too well trained—but her eyes never left my ministrations. 
She gasped as my fingers ran around her ankle, cupping her heel protectively before wrenching her legs apart and securing them as tight as her wrists. 
Once finished, she lay spread-eagled with no hope of escape. 
I stood and surveyed my fucking delicious woman. The lingerie barely hid her bare pussy, shadowing it in red lace while her bra couldn’t hide the pinpricks of nipples begging me to bite. 
Running a fingertip from her instep to her clit, I murmured, “So pretty and no chance of running. What shall I do with you?”
Her hands fisted, her lips parting with breath. “Anything…do anything you want.” 
“Anything?” My fingers pinched her pussy, indenting her soft flesh with the lace protecting her. 
She gasped, white cheeks flushing so prettily. The scrap of material couldn’t hide how wet and hot she was, drenching the delicate underwear. Her desire matched mine. I was rock-fucking-hard for her.
“I’ll give you a choice, Tess.” Rubbing her pussy, I pressed hard and swift. “Pain or pleasure first? You make the call.” 
Her back bowed as I stabbed at her entrance, prevented from entering her by the lacy garment. Soon, that bastard chastity belt would have to be sliced away. But for now, it kept me focused. Gave me a barrier I wasn’t permitted to break. 
Her eyes switched from dove-grey to dark blizzard. “Pain…I pick pain first.”
I shook my head, stealing my hand from her core and bending to unzip my black bag. “Wrong choice.”


Haven’t met Q & Tess yet?  
Grab the Monsters in the Dark Box (four book set) here:
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1wK3MRr
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1zSget3

About the Author

Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. 
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. 

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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Killing the Sun by K. Larsen and Mara White

I love books that come with author warnings! I just added Killing the Sun to my TBR.

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 ****WARNING****

KILLING THE SUN is a collaborative novel by K. Larsen and Mara White.
KTS is not a ROMANCE
KTS is not ROMANTIC
This book features a non-linear time line, some violence as well as graphic sex.
Do not read this book if you don’t like antiheroes.
Do not read this book if sexual sadism makes you uncomfortable.
Do not read this book if you don’t like dubious consent.
Do not read this book if you are looking for a traditional HEA.
Do not read this book if you like demure heroines and swashbuckling heroes.
KTS is a serial novel that will come in three novellas released in rapid succession.
If you choose to take this ride, please do so at your own risk.

Prologue
Aimee

I was born backwards into this world.
Breeched.
You tore me, she said.
Those were words I remember my mother saying to me, as if I had done those things to her on purpose.
Back first I came, my spine convex, the points of my vertebrae stretching my skin to reveal a miniature Appalachia, peaks and dips, craggy, unmarked indentations that had never seen the sun. I automatically straighten my spine thinking about it, tell my legs to relax, my gut to unwind.
Now I am sun. So full of sun.
You were late.
You made me wait.
But there would never have been enough time. My mother knew the soft strokes of motherhood didn’t suit her hands well, that my brothers’ crying had already scratched and clawed at her nerves like an unwanted emergency, a constant state of distress. But I pleased her. Her only daughter. She liked it when I brushed her hair; she would always close her eyes and hum a haunting song.
I left him by the riverside,
then the sun set on both of us.
Oh, I left him by the riverside,
And no one came back to pick me up.
She liked to look at me, to study my face. Not so much with affection but with a real curiosity that seemed out of place. She was lazy and unenthusiastic about most things, but she looked at me with gusto, almost like I’d been gone for a long time or as if she were searching for someone else in my face. In turn, I searched hers for recognition, some twitch or tic that signaled I belonged.
Mom loved my twin brothers Storm and Farren as best she could. She doted on them the only way she knew how. Food was her most available medium and sugared cereal and boxed dinners were often forced upon them in place of hugs. Mom was big and her eyes an impossibly bright blue. Cotton candy blue, raspberry popsicle blue. Her clothes were twenty years out of date and her hair hung in the same two swooping hot dog curls she rolled daily, framing her round face. I saw the same two curls in her high school pictures, where she listed disco and the roller rink under hobbies. I liked to imagine her sailing quickly around a polished rink, her hands clasped behind her, one foot leisurely replacing the other while the snare beat of disco ticked out of the speakers. She’d have those two hot dog curls and electric blue laces in her skates. In my mind she’d be lighter on her feet and never once would she think she’d be confined to a trailer, her carefree youth whittled down to a sliver, like an old bar of soap in the dish by the tub. You scrub away that many layers and whatever’s left can barely get the job done. That soap’s no good for washing the dirt off. It’s not good for much at all.
Our dad was never around. He carried a gun. Beer cans rolled in symphony, the gasping crescendo against the occasional bottle of schnapps in the footwells of his Dodge Dart. And he was missing a tooth in front; it made him whistle ever so slightly when he’d talk.
“Come here, Aim-girl. Give your daddy a hug.”
It wasn’t often. He’d storm in, fight with Mom, then take off to the sedan. He’d always park on the grass, tearing up the sod and leaving tire tracks of mud. I spent a lot of time on the swing set that belonged to the Dobsons. I also rode the Dobson girl’s grape-purple big wheel after the county bus picked her up for school. If Dad came home at night, he’d always show up drunk, yelling, slurring, sputtering. Sometimes retching.
Mom would disengage even more. She’d sit at the card table and butter slice after slice of white bread, chew through them with the steadfastness of a monk. She could eat a whole loaf like that, staring at the wall. Sometimes I would think she was crying, that I could hear her sobs through the thin trailer walls. But if I’d ever go and check, she’d be glassy-eyed, far removed but never undone.
The only time I saw her cry was at trial, when my brothers were both sentenced to life for capital murder. Storm and Farren—the little tow-headed boys my mom had dreamed would become professional wrestlers—they sealed their own fate because they’d had enough. I can’t help but believe my mom put them up to it. Dad was good for nothing but the worst he ever did was come home too drunk and knock us around; sometimes Mom would get hit bad. He’d yell, warble, then pass out in a lump on the carpet or in a chair by the TV.
Storm and Farren burned his body in a fire pit twenty miles into the woods straight off of the highway juncture where I-35 crosses with Route Seven. I walked out of the courtroom when they hashed out the details. The gory bits about bone fragments and ashes and the stubborn threads from his tattered flannel. How sisal rope had cut into his flesh. They didn’t find the rope, but they did find bloody fibers. The binding was so tight it cut through the skin, leaving the faintest spatter of blood points against the blue tarp that they buried right on the border of Texas. A stupid shallow grave where they shoved in his beer cans and cigarette butts. They sunk the Dart in Veteran’s Lake by Sulphur. I know, I saw it all on 48 Hours.
Those boys never did wash up well before dinner, and in the end, it cost them a bunch. I like to think that I loved them, but they had each other and I was always an afterthought. Born eight years too late to make it to the party. But it kept me out of trouble and ultimately, it kept me out of jail.
So my brothers grew up with a mother they would kill for and I slipped through childhood without much commotion. I spent a lot of time playing by myself. Conquering the dirt mountains out behind Arbuckle Lake. There were days I walked for miles dragging a stick and spitting into the dust until my sneakers turned almost red with dirt. I patched up my own scrapes with Band-Aids I swiped from Wal-Mart. And it’s not like my life was devoid of comfort; I was bussed into Sulphur for school and I thrived there. God knows I wasn’t the only kid surviving off of stained and pilled-up hand-me-downs, a grade D smorgasbord of free school lunch. My grades earned me the affection of all of my teachers. I was the only one in my family to graduate from high school. Aimee Olsen, high school graduate. Moving on up.
And I made sure I had the kind of portfolio that could get me into college. I never once wasted my teenage years fooling around with boyfriends. I didn’t go to the drive-in to practice getting to all of the bases with boys who wore braces and were covered in pimples. I saved myself for something bigger, something grand that the kids in my town would only ever dream of.
Some girls in my class wanted nothing more than to get married and start having babies. A trailer was enough for them; a split-style ranch would make them the envy of Sulphur. I wanted to get the hell out of Oklahoma. So I moved to New York City with a one-way Greyhound bus ticket and Storm’s old gym bag stuffed with my scrappy clothes and a clean set of sheets. I never expected to get much out of life. But I got more than I bargained for.
I got Danny.

K. Larsen
I am an avid reader, coffee drinker, and chocolate eater who loves writing. I received my B.A. from Simmons College-a while ago. I currently live with my daughter in Maine.

I'm working on my sixth novel out later this year. I've published Tug Of War, Objective, Resistance, Saving Caroline, 30 Days, Committed and Dating Delaney. Enjoy!
I love hearing from you so please feel free to contact me!

Author links


Mara White
Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.


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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Hush by E.K. Blair is LIVE!

Check out my spoiler free review of Hush!  Hush is the final book in this series. What a dark and twisted ride!  Bang (Book #1) is free!
Title:Hush (Black Lotus #3)
Author: E.K. Blair
Release Date: April 12, 2016
Series Reading Order: Bang Echo Hush

REVIEW
Hush (Black Lotus, #3)Hush by E.K. Blair
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
WOW....I'm going to come up for air and digest THIS ENDING! Look for my spoiler free review super soon.
UPDATED REVIEW: 4/10

5.0 stars
Title: Hush (Black Lotus #3)
Author: E.K. Blair
Release Date: April 12, 2016
No cliffhanger

If you read Bang and Echo, I know you are not going to miss Hush. Hush is the stunning conclusion to this dark and twisted series. In Hush, EK continued to spin an intricate web of twists and turns. I wasn’t sure how this story was going to end. These characters were complex, dark and anything but predictable. I absolutely will not spoil this book for you. You need to go in to it blind and experience Hush. This book and this series are one of my favorite dark addictions. I re-read the ending three times. I’m still blown away and satisfied with the conclusion. I couldn’t see it any other way. One-click this one NOW.

This series must be read in order.
Bang
Echo
Hush

This review appears on www.kindlecrack.netwww.facebook.com/kindlecrack, Goodreads, Amazon, Pinterest, Google+ and Twitter. A review copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.



Purchase links for HUSH:
Amazon

iBooks

Barnes & Noble 

HUSH BOOK TRAILER LINK:


AUTHOR BIO
New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling author, E.K. Blair, takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her books. A former first grade teacher with an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything dark and moody and has been noted as 'The Queen of Dark and Twisted'. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies underneath.

Aside from writing, E.K. Blair finds pleasure in music, drinking her Starbucks in peace, and spending time with her friends. She's a thinker, an artist, a wife, a mom, and everything in between.

NEWSLETTER SIGNUP


FOLLOW ME


-- 
E.K. Blair - New York Times Best-Selling Author
Fading Series
(Fading-Freeing-Falling)
Black Lotus Series
(Bang-Echo-Hush)

www.ekblair.com <http://www.ekblair.com
Monday, April 11, 2016

SPOILER FREE REVIEW: Hush (Black Lotus #3) by E.K. Blair

Check out my spoiler free review of Hush!  Hush is the final book in this series. What a dark and twisted ride!
Title:Hush (Black Lotus #3)
Author: E.K. Blair
Release Date: April 12, 2016
Series Reading Order: Bang Echo Hush

REVIEW
Hush (Black Lotus, #3)Hush by E.K. Blair
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
WOW....I'm going to come up for air and digest THIS ENDING! Look for my spoiler free review super soon.
UPDATED REVIEW: 4/10

5.0 stars
Title: Hush (Black Lotus #3)
Author: E.K. Blair
Release Date: April 12, 2016
No cliffhanger

If you read Bang and Echo, I know you are not going to miss Hush. Hush is the stunning conclusion to this dark and twisted series. In Hush, EK continued to spin an intricate web of twists and turns. I wasn’t sure how this story was going to end. These characters were complex, dark and anything but predictable. I absolutely will not spoil this book for you. You need to go in to it blind and experience Hush. This book and this series are one of my favorite dark addictions. I re-read the ending three times. I’m still blown away and satisfied with the conclusion. I couldn’t see it any other way. One-click this one NOW.

This series must be read in order.
Bang
Echo
Hush

This review appears on www.kindlecrack.net, www.facebook.com/kindlecrack, Goodreads, Amazon, Pinterest, Google+ and Twitter. A review copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.



Purchase links for HUSH:

Amazon

iBooks

Barnes & Noble 

HUSH BOOK TRAILER LINK:


AUTHOR BIO
New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling author, E.K. Blair, takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her books. A former first grade teacher with an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything dark and moody and has been noted as 'The Queen of Dark and Twisted'. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies underneath.

Aside from writing, E.K. Blair finds pleasure in music, drinking her Starbucks in peace, and spending time with her friends. She's a thinker, an artist, a wife, a mom, and everything in between.

NEWSLETTER SIGNUP


FOLLOW ME


-- 
E.K. Blair - New York Times Best-Selling Author
Fading Series
(Fading-Freeing-Falling)
Black Lotus Series
(Bang-Echo-Hush)

www.ekblair.com <http://www.ekblair.com
Wednesday, April 6, 2016

NEW FORBIDDEN ROMANCE! $50.00 Amazon Card Giveaway & Mini Review: Dark Notes by Pam Godwin

Check out my mini review of Dark Notes.  I just finished reading it. This new student/teacher romance is total Kindle Crack!  Enter for a chance to win a $50.00 Amazon gift card from Pam!
Kindle Crack Boook Reviews
Blurb

They call me a slut. Maybe I am.
Sometimes I do things I despise.
Sometimes men take without asking.

But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan.
With one obstacle.

Emeric Marceaux doesn’t just take.
He seizes my will power and bangs it like a dark note.
When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything.
I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments.

He’s my obsession, my master, my music.
And my teacher.


Buy Links 

Review

4.5 -5.0 stars
Title: Dark Notes
Author: Pam Godwin
Release Date: April 3, 2016

“This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven. I'm his Ivory, and he's my darkest note.”

I just finished reading Dark Notes this morning, and I can't stop thinking about this book! This student/teacher romance is total Kindle Crack! If you are looking for a slightly dark and angsty forbidden romance with an alpha male (yes, that's a tall order) then look no further! Dark Notes was unputdownable. Bravo Pam! Get one-clicking.

This review appears on www.kindlecrack.net, www.facebook.com/kindlecrack, Goodreads, Amazon, Pinterest, Google+ and Twitter. A review copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

Author Bio

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

Author links





Other books by Pam Godwin

Deliver Series:
DELIVER:  http://amzn.to/1oCJrKy
VANQUISH: http://amzn.to/1TCt5hY

Trilogy of Eve Series:
DEAD OF EVE: Amazon - http://amzn.to/1qsHulH
BLOOD OF EVE: Amazon - http://amzn.to/1qsGXjT

Stand-alones: 
DIRTY TIES:
Amazon - http://amzn.to/1YflyF9

BENEATH THE BURN:
Amazon - http://amzn.to/1oCJExs

Giveaway $50 Amazon Gift Card 


Monday, April 4, 2016

FLASH ARC GIVEAWAY★24 HOURS★ Hush by E.K. Blair!



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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

SIGNED PAPER BACK GIVEAWAY: His Only Salvation by Skye Turner


Meet Hope and Gabrial in Skye Turner’s newest dark romance!
His Only Salvation is 
NOW LIVE! 


Blurb
My name is Hope Layne.

I've known Gabrial DeLucca my entire life. 

He means so much to me, but he shouldn’t. He can’t. I can't let him in. 

He is darkness personified. 

Everything I believe in and stand for is everything he hates.

Nothing matters to him. He loves nothing and no one... Except me. 

I hate who he is and what he does, but I can't hate him. 

He is my curse. 

He says I’m his salvation.

Am I strong enough to follow my heart when my head screams at me to do the opposite? 

What price am I willing to pay to save Gabrial DeLucca from everyone, including himself?
***His Only Salvation is a dark romance with a love triangle. 
One woman is involved with two men and some dark and delicate topics are covered. 
Graphic language and explicit sex scenes are involved in the book.


EXCERPT

The sound of the gun going off reverberates throughout the metal of the warehouse. It ricochets like a rock bouncing down a tin roof, only it’s louder… So much louder. 
That didn’t just happen. This is a nightmare. It’s not real. It can’t be real. 
Only as my gaze strays across the room and I take in the scene, the walls start to close in. I can’t breathe. All I can focus on is him… lying on the ground. A dark red puddle steadily increases in size and I hear a mournful wail. It pierces my heart. 
The voice calling my name, in absolute terror, finally catches my attention and suddenly the sound stops and I realize that the scream was coming from me. 
“Hope… Hope… look at me… Stay with me. Goddammit. Stay with me. You have to get out of here. You can’t be here right now, Hope. They’re already on the way and you can’t be here when the police show up.” 
The screams don’t stop. I can’t. The horror is too much. If anything, I scream even louder. I hear the voice imploring me to look away from the scene on the dirty floor of the warehouse, but I can’t. I can’t look away from him. He’s on the ground. My vision starts to waver and I blink to try to make the scene disappear. 
It will be ok. This isn’t real. None of this is real. It’s just a night terror. Like I had as a child. If I take my time and breathe with my eyes closed, when I open them, I’ll see everything is ok. I’ll be in my pink childish bedroom and everything will be fine. 
Something sounds like bubbles under water. Opening my eyes, I look past the man in front of me, desperately trying to get me to move, to leave, and see him lying on the ground as the puddle continues to spread and darkens. That’s black… it can’t be blood. Blood is red and that is almost black. Blood isn’t that dark. It’s not real. 
Only, he gurgles as blood trickles from his mouth and he looks at me with a mixture and fear and acceptance. 
Dear God, he’s choking on his own blood. This is real. 
He gurgles once more and his eyes widen before he reaches out for me… I can’t move. I can’t breathe. This is real. This is happening… Oh my God… this is really happening… It’s not a nightmare. 
The darkness consumes me and I feel weightless as my bones liquefy… I try to speak but nothing comes out as I succumb to the darkness. 
No light… only darkness. 

About the Author:


Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of the Bayou Stix Series.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately life intervened and she made the choice to leave her studies. 

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 children, and 6 fur babies.

When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, or catching up on her family oriented blog.

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