Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Shattered Pack Blitz: Spotlight + Giveaway


Shattered Pack
Aileen Erin
(Alpha Girl, #6)
Published by: Ink Monster LLC
Publication date: November 29th 2016
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Meredith Molloney never thought she’d find a mate, let alone someone like Donovan Murry—one of the most powerful Alphas alive. Now that she’s no longer cursed and the evil Luciana Alvarez has been taken care of, she thinks life will finally settle down. Boy, has she never been so wrong
In the middle of the night, Donovan gets a call telling him that his pack has gone to pieces. The news that his second in command has been found brutally murdered has Donovan packing his bags for Ireland, but the last thing Meredith wants to do is leave Texas. She’s heard about how the Celtic Pack are with outsiders. And Donovan has more than a few exes in the pack that will be less than friendly.
Meredith’s never let a few angry wolves stop her, and she’s not about to start now. She’s faced down much worse the past few months. But when she gets there, she finds that it’s not just a few exes who stand in the way between her and her Full Moon Ceremony with Donovan
Meredith is thrust in to a deadly game of pack politics, one the fey have happily joined in on. When the dust settles, she knows she’ll either have everything that she wants or lose it all.
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Author Bio:
Aileen Erin is half-Irish, half-Mexican, and 100% nerd--from Star Wars (prequels don't count) to Star Trek (TNG FTW), she reads Quenya and some Sindarin, and has a severe fascination with the supernatural. Aileen has a BS in Radio-TV-Film from the University of Texas at Austin, and an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She lives with her husband in Los Angeles, and spends her days doing her favorite things: reading books, creating worlds, and kicking ass.

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Saturday, May 28, 2016

New Releases: May 31

Romance, intrigue, and action collide in this psychic twist on the classic spy novel.

Callie Sinclair is literally out of her mind; as the government’s youngest psychic spy, she finds valuable information for top-secret missions. Her work keeps her headaches at bay, but it means she must lie to everyone she loves, including her longtime boyfriend, Charlie.

When a new psychic arrives at the office, Callie can’t help but flirt; Jasper already knows her in a way Charlie never will.

But as her love life gets more complicated, so do her visions. People halfway around the world seem to be in danger...and people in her own backyard, too. If Callie can’t find a way to alter future events, she could lose the people she loves—and her mind. Literally.

Lauren Sabel’s enthralling, romantic novel captures the thrill of exploring a unique power in a dangerous world.


Money (Keatyn #1o) by Jillian Dodd
Fame. Power. Money. Sex. Love. 
This continuation of The Keatyn Chronicles series follows the lives and loves of those who work at Captive Films. 

Hot, successful, playboy Riley Johnson, whose business success far exceeds his success in love. 
Movie star, Keatyn Douglas, whose epic love story has spawned a series of books and movies. 
And Dawson Johnson, who joins Captive with a tragic past. 
Expect lots of drama, sex, and tabloid-worthy events.


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Play Your Heart Out Blitz: Excerpt + Giveaway

Play Your Heart Out (Sinful Serenade #4)
He parties like a rockstar.
She's there to make sure no one finds out...

Jess James has her eye on the prize. She is finding the money to pay for law school. Period. It doesn't matter how lonely she feels three thousand miles from home, how exhausted she is from working overtime as a cocktail waitress, or how deep the knife wound in her back cuts. She is going to be a lawyer, whatever it takes.

Only she doesn't have what it takes. She can barely afford to pay her rent.

Sinful Serenade bassist Pete Steele has enough to pay Jess's rent and buy her a small island in the Caribbean. The famous, talented rock star has everything... except the one thing his manager wants. Pete rose to fame as a devoted boyfriend. Doesn't matter that his ex slept with his best friend. He needs to stop screwing his way through Los Angeles to keep the record company happy. The sweet blond waitress is exactly the girl he needs on his arm if he wants to clean up his dirty reputation.

Their arrangement is simple: he pays her tuition, she plays his girlfriend. They'll lie to the world, but not to each other. Especially not when they're alone, in his bed, him figuring out exactly which buttons to push to get her moaning his name.

Jess is good at keeping up appearances. She can play the enigmatic rock star's girlfriend. But Pete shouldn't play games with a girl who's been broken before...


Author Bio:
Crystal Kaswell writes steamy new adult and erotic romance books. She loves when flawed characters fall head over heels for each other. Especially if they fall into bed first. She loves police procedurals, tea, and The Hunger Games series. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband.
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Excerpt:
My eyes find Pete's. There's an earnestness to his expression. I feel like I can trust him. Like I can talk to him.  
That might be worth lying to everyone else. 
His hand slides under my skirt. My thoughts fade away. My shoulders and back relax. I want to feel the way I did at the park, like there's nothing in the world but the two of us. 
Sex first. Decision second. 
I lean in to whisper. "Do we have to stay to talk?" 
"Have to clear something with Aiden but I can do it after." 
Mmm. After. I nod. "Yes please." 
"Yes please, what?" 
I can hear the smile in his voice. "Yes, please… will you… Do I have to say it?" 
He chuckles. "I'll get you there." 
His fingertips skim my thighs as he pulls his hand back to his lap. He pulls back enough he can stare into my eyes. I still can't figure out what the expression in his deep brown eyes means, but damn if I don't like staring into them. 
They're gorgeous eyes. 
That vulnerability returns. He blinks and it's gone. I shift backwards, breaking his touch. But it's too loud to think. 
Pete stands and pulls me to my feet. He nods goodbye to his friends then leads me to the back of the VIP area. There's a roped off area with a NO ENTRANCE sign. He scans the room. A cocktail waitress has her eyes on us. More likely, she has her eyes on him. She licks her lips hungrily. 
He could easily take her home. But he looks at her with apathy. He doesn't want her. He doesn't want any of the gorgeous models in this place. 
He wants me. 
Pete leans in to whisper. "Wait for me on the balcony. I'll lose her." He motions to the closed door in the corner of the roped off area. 
He wants to do this on a balcony? Damn. First the bar bathroom then this. He has a thing for public sex. 
I should say no. I'm going to be a lawyer. I can't get caught having sex in public. 
I try to force the word to my lips but it refuses. "What if we get caught?" 
"This is private property. They'll ask to leave. That will be it." His eyes meet mine. "We can hold off till we get back to your place." 
I shake my head. I don't want to hold off. I want him. Now. 
I trust his assessment of the situation. 
"No. Let's do now," I say. 
He nods. 
I wait for him to grab the waitress's attention and I sneak past the velvet rope. The door to the balcony is frosted glass. You can't see in or out. I turn the handle and check my footing. All good. 
We're overlooking the alley. No one can see us, not from the street, not from the club. 
No one is going to catch us. Not on camera—it's too dark for that. 
Thoughts swirl around my brain. I like Pete. Find him interesting. Hell, find him fascinating. 
Can I play his girlfriend without falling in love with him. 
I press my hands into the smooth metal railing. It's the only cold thing here. The sounds of the street—conversations and cars—flow into my ears, competing with the music coming from the club. 
There’s only one thing I know: I can't leave without being with him. 
Period.



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Saturday, May 21, 2016

New Releases: May 24

Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl #1) by Sawyer Bennett
Seduction has never been so sweet! The New York Timesbestselling author of the Cold Fury series—Alex, Garrett, Zack,and Ryker—returns with the first novel in a hot new trilogy.

Sela Halstead lost her innocence in a way that no sixteen-year-old should ever have to endure. She’s spent years trying to forget that night even while wondering about the identities of the monsters who brutalized her—until a telltale tattoo flashes across Sela’s TV screen. The incriminating ink belongs to Jonathon Townsend, the millionaire founder of The Sugar Bowl, a website that matches rich older men with impressionable young women. Obsessed with revenge, Sela infiltrates Townsend’s world, only to come face-to-face with a tantalizing complication: Beckett North, his charismatic business partner.

The tech mastermind behind The Sugar Bowl, Beck always gets what he wants, in business and in bed. And yet, for a man who’s done every dirty thing imaginable, there’s something about the naïve, fresh-faced Sela that sparks his hottest fantasies. Because with her, it’s not just about sex. Beck opens up to her in ways he never has with other girls. So why does he get the feeling that she’s hiding something? In a world of pleasure and power, the shocking truth could turn them against each other—or bind them forever.

Note: Sugar Daddy ends on a cliffhanger. Sela and Beck’s story continues in Sugar Rush and Sugar Free!


Joy killed Adam Gordon—at least, that’s what she thinks. The night of the party is hazy at best. But she knows what Adam did to her twin sister, Grace, and she knows he had to pay for it.

What Joy doesn’t expect is that someone else saw what happened. And one night a note is shoved through her open window, threatening Joy that all will be revealed. Now the anonymous blackmailer starts using Joy to expose the secrets of their placid hometown. And as the demands escalate, Joy must somehow uncover the blackmailer’s identity before Joy is forced to make a terrible choice.

In this darkly compelling narrative, debut author Laura Tims explores the complicated relationship between two sisters, and what one will do for the other. It’s a story that will keep readers turning pages and questioning their own sense of right and wrong.


San Francisco, 1906: Fifteen-year-old Mercy Wong is determined to break from the poverty in Chinatown, and an education at St. Clare’s School for Girls is her best hope. Although St. Clare’s is off-limits to all but the wealthiest white girls, Mercy gains admittance through a mix of cunning and a little bribery, only to discover that getting in was the easiest part. Not to be undone by a bunch of spoiled heiresses, Mercy stands strong—until disaster strikes.

On April 18, an historic earthquake rocks San Francisco, destroying Mercy’s home and school. With martial law in effect, she is forced to wait with her classmates for their families in a temporary park encampment. Mercy can't sit by while they wait for the Army to bring help. Fires might rage, and the city may be in shambles, yet Mercy still has the 'bossy' cheeks that mark her as someone who gets things done. But what can one teenaged girl do to heal so many suffering in her broken city?


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Waiting on Wednesday (141)

"Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

Wintersong
Publication: February 7, 2017

From Goodreads:
Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.

All her life, nineteen-year-old Liesl has heard tales of the beautiful, mysterious Goblin King. He is the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground, and the muse around which her music is composed. Yet, as Liesl helps shoulder the burden of running her family’s inn, her dreams of composition and childish fancies about the Goblin King must be set aside in favor of more practical concerns.

But when her sister Käthe is taken by the goblins, Liesl journeys to their realm to rescue her sister and return her to the world above. The Goblin King agrees to let Käthe go—for a price. The life of a maiden must be given to the land, in accordance with the old laws. A life for a life, he says. Without sacrifice, nothing good can grow. Without death, there can be no rebirth. In exchange for her sister’s freedom, Liesl offers her hand in marriage to the Goblin King. He accepts.

Down in the Underground, Liesl discovers that the Goblin King still inspires her—musically, physically, emotionally. Yet even as her talent blossoms, Liesl’s life is slowly fading away, the price she paid for becoming the Goblin King’s bride. As the two of them grow closer, they must learn just what it is they are each willing to sacrifice: her life, her music, or the end of the world.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Fighter Girl Blitz: Excerpt + Giveaway

Sammy Jo Smith inherited her kick-ass strength from her gypsy ancestors, but you’d never guess it by her Jimmy Choo high heels. By day she’s a maid of honor planning her older sister’s extravagant wedding. By night she’s a champion fighter who competes in dangerous, unregulated MMA matches against older boys. She’s got to find the money somehow for her sister’s fancy reception and Swarovski crystal dress!

Sammy Jo lives for intrigue and excitement. But in her world, the exciting can soon turn deadly. After beating up some local thugs to save rich boy Gregory, she ignites the contempt of a gang of ruthless criminals. Sammy Jo may be strong, fast, and tough in heels, but this time she’s met her match. She’s a target, and the men after her are nearly as dangerous as her forbidden love for Gregory. As Sammy Jo races to make the final arrangements for her sister’s big day, she can’t resist the urge to sneak off to defend her reputation in the MMA ring. Nor can she seem to shake the evil call of the magpies, which her superstitious Granny Kate won’t let her forget: One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, and four for a death.

Smart, thrilling, and filled with everything from secret fight clubs to gypsy folklore to first love, Fighter Girl is an empowering story about how difficult it is to play the part people expect of us, and how often good intentions can go horribly wrong.


Author Bio:
Kathryn lives in Leicester with her family, writing full time (and loves that!) Kathryn always wanted to become an author and wrote her first story at age eight. But it took quite a while and lots of different jobs before she got published.

She's worked with gypsy and traveller children, working from a converted bus with a rainbow on the side, doing video and photography projects, and documenting travelling lives.
Mist draws on and is influenced by her work with this community.

She's also written scripts for a local video production company, many of them for children and teenagers.





Excerpt:
I ran to Gregory. I couldn’t take my eyes from the blood. 
Milo’s knifed him! That’s what it looked like. I fell to my knees beside him. He was curled on his side, his legs drawn up, his hands hugging his ribs. His face was splattered with blood. His shirt was ripped and flapping in the breeze blowing through the parking lot. 
I leaned over him, dreading to see a knife wound. “Hey, Gregory?” 
I could smell the metallic tang of his blood. For a moment he didn’t move. And then suddenly he was coughing, and a spray of red droplets misted into the air as he pushed himself with his grazed hands over onto his back, the breath hissing through his teeth. 
He was alive at least. I put my hands on his shoulders and made him lie back down, but he thought I was one of the bad boys and tried to push me away. I had to grab his hands and make him lie back. 
Suddenly there was a click from above us. “Aw, did your boyfriend get hurt?” 
Milo was perched on the wall like a monkey, phone in his hand, taking photos. “Why did you do this?” I shouted, my voice breaking. He laughed. “To teach you a lesson. Next time it’ll be your sister if you don’t leave town.”  
He gave me the finger again and disappeared over the wall like a rat. I would’ve loved to follow him. My blood was boiling. But it could wait. I had to see to Gregory. I let go of his hands. “It’s Sammy-Jo.  Just lie still. Let me check you over.” 
His eyes flicked open. He squinted at me and then he relaxed back onto the pavement. I pulled his shirt back, fumbling with the buttons. One was stuck; I ripped it away. He was skinny, his bones showing under pale skin that looked as new and tender as a baby’s. I almost fainted with relief when I saw his ribs.  
He hadn’t been stabbed. 
There was no wound, but he was a mess. There was a bruise spreading in the center of his chest. It was in the shape of a foot, and already going purple and black. There was a faint pattern to it like you get from the sole of a sneaker. Milo or one of his brothers had stomped on him. 
The cat meowed and came rubbing against my feet, but I had to push it away, and it paddled off through the blood, shaking its paws.  The puddle of crimson blood was coming from the gash in his head. It ran straight across his eyebrow and over to his temple. It would need stitches. I’d been trained to do first aid at the gym because fighters are always getting cuts, especially their eyebrows where the skin is thin and hard bone lies just beneath. But this was the worst I’d seen. It hadn’t been caused by a punch. The cowards had jumped on him from behind as he came looking for me.


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Monday, May 16, 2016

Rose Petal Graves Blitz: Spotlight + Giveaway

Rose Petal Graves (Lost Clan #1)
Ancient secrets cannot remain buried forever.

Founded two centuries ago by an aloof and powerful tribe of Gottwa Indians, Rowan was a quiet town, so quiet that I fled after graduation. Staying away was the plan, but Mom died suddenly, so I rushed home. 

Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. 

As we made preparations for Mom’s burial, Cruz, the new medical examiner, arrived. I should have felt relieved, but how could I? He was unnervingly handsome, glowed like a human firefly, and knew absolutely nothing about examining dead bodies. 

But, he did know what killed my mother…or rather who.


Author Bio:
Olivia Wildenstein grew up in New York City, the daughter of a French father with a great sense of humor, and a Swedish mother whom she speaks to at least three times a day. She chose Brown University to complete her undergraduate studies and earned a bachelor’s in comparative literature. After designing jewelry for a few years, Wildenstein traded in her tools for a laptop computer and a very comfortable chair. This line of work made more sense, considering her college degree.

When she’s not writing, she’s psychoanalyzing everyone she meets (Yes. Everyone), eavesdropping on conversations to gather material for her next book, baking up a storm (that she actually eats), going to the gym (because she eats), and attempting not to be late at her children’s school (like she is 4 out of 5 mornings, on good weeks).

Wildenstein lives with her husband and three children in Geneva, Switzerland, where she’s an active member of the writing community.


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Saturday, May 14, 2016

New Releases: May 15 and 17

May 15
Ancient secrets cannot remain buried forever.

Founded two centuries ago by an aloof and powerful tribe of Gottwa Indians, Rowan was a quiet town, so quiet that I fled after graduation. Staying away was the plan, but Mom died suddenly, so I rushed home. 

Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. 

As we made preparations for Mom’s burial, Cruz, the new medical examiner, arrived. I should have felt relieved, but how could I? He was unnervingly handsome, glowed like a human firefly, and knew absolutely nothing about examining dead bodies. 

But, he did know what killed my mother…or rather who.



May 17
Sammy Jo Smith inherited her kick-ass strength from her gypsy ancestors, but you’d never guess it by her Jimmy Choo high heels. By day she’s a maid of honor planning her older sister’s extravagant wedding. By night she’s a champion fighter who competes in dangerous, unregulated MMA matches against older boys. She’s got to find the money somehow for her sister’s fancy reception and Swarovski crystal dress!

Sammy Jo lives for intrigue and excitement. But in her world, the exciting can soon turn deadly. After beating up some local thugs to save rich boy Gregory, she ignites the contempt of a gang of ruthless criminals. Sammy Jo may be strong, fast, and tough in heels, but this time she’s met her match. She’s a target, and the men after her are nearly as dangerous as her forbidden love for Gregory. As Sammy Jo races to make the final arrangements for her sister’s big day, she can’t resist the urge to sneak off to defend her reputation in the MMA ring. Nor can she seem to shake the evil call of the magpies, which her superstitious Granny Kate won’t let her forget: One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, and four for a death.

Smart, thrilling, and filled with everything from secret fight clubs to gypsy folklore to first love, Fighter Girl is an empowering story about how difficult it is to play the part people expect of us, and how often good intentions can go horribly wrong.


For some people, silence is a weapon. For Mallory “Mouse” Dodge, it’s a shield. Growing up, she learned that the best way to survive was to say nothing. And even though it’s been four years since her nightmare ended, she’s beginning to worry that the fear that holds her back will last a lifetime.

Now, after years of homeschooling with loving adoptive parents, Mallory must face a new milestone—spending her senior year at public high school. But of all the terrifying and exhilarating scenarios she’s imagined, there’s one she never dreamed of—that she’d run into Rider Stark, the friend and protector she hasn’t seen since childhood, on her very first day.

It doesn’t take long for Mallory to realize that the connection she shared with Rider never really faded. Yet the deeper their bond grows, the more it becomes apparent that she’s not the only one grappling with the lingering scars from the past. And as she watches Rider’s life spiral out of control, Mallory faces a choice between staying silent and speaking out—for the people she loves, the life she wants, and the truths that need to be heard.


The Crown's Game (The Crown's Game #1) by Evelyn Skye
Vika Andreyeva can summon the snow and turn ash into gold. Nikolai Karimov can see through walls and conjure bridges out of thin air. They are enchanters—the only two in Russia—and with the Ottoman Empire and the Kazakhs threatening, the Tsar needs a powerful enchanter by his side.

And so he initiates the Crown’s Game, an ancient duel of magical skill—the greatest test an enchanter will ever know. The victor becomes the Imperial Enchanter and the Tsar’s most respected adviser. The defeated is sentenced to death.

Raised on tiny Ovchinin Island her whole life, Vika is eager for the chance to show off her talent in the grand capital of Saint Petersburg. But can she kill another enchanter—even when his magic calls to her like nothing else ever has?

For Nikolai, an orphan, the Crown’s Game is the chance of a lifetime. But his deadly opponent is a force to be reckoned with—beautiful, whip smart, imaginative—and he can’t stop thinking about her.

And when Pasha, Nikolai’s best friend and heir to the throne, also starts to fall for the mysterious enchantress, Nikolai must defeat the girl they both love... or be killed himself.

As long-buried secrets emerge, threatening the future of the empire, it becomes dangerously clear... the Crown’s Game is not one to lose.



Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Tone Deaf blitz: Excerpt + Giveaway

His world is music. Her world is silent.

Ali Collins was a child prodigy destined to become one of the greatest musicians of the twenty-first century—until she was diagnosed with a life-changing brain tumor. Now, at seventeen, Ali lives in a soundless world where she gets by with American Sign Language and lip-reading. She’s a constant disappointment to her father, a retired cop fighting his own demons, and the bruises are getting harder to hide.

When Ali accidentally wins a backstage tour with the chart-topping band Tone Deaf, she’s swept back into the world of music. Jace Beckett, the nineteen-year-old lead singer of the band, has a reputation. He’s a jerk and a player, and Ali wants nothing to do with him. But there’s more to Jace than the tabloids let on. When Jace notices Ali’s bruises and offers to help her escape to New York, Ali can’t turn down the chance at freedom and a fresh start. Soon she’s traveling cross-country, hidden away in Jace’s RV as the band finishes their nationwide tour. With the help of Jace, Ali sets out to reboot her life and rediscover the music she once loved.


Author Bio:
Olivia Rivers is a hybrid author of Young Adult fiction. Her works include the independently published “ Tortured Elements” and “ Duplicity” series, along with the traditionally published novel “ Tone Deaf” (Skyhorse 2016.) As a certified geek, she enjoys experimenting with new publishing technologies, and her online serials have received over 1,000,000 hits onWattpad.com. When Olivia isn’ t working as a writer, she’ s a typical teen attending college inNorthern California. Olivia is represented by Laurie McLeanof Fuse Literary, and nothing thrills her more than hearing from readers.
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Excerpt:
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, just for a moment, just long enough to regain my composure. When I open them, I’ ll be calm. I’ ll forget about Jace’ s insults and the memories he stirred up. I’ ll take the check and run far, far away. 
Something lightly touches my shoulder, making me yelp in surprise. I snap my eyes open and find Jace in front of me. He has his hands nervously stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, and he’ s wearing a long-sleeved shirt now. Why did he change into that, of all things? It’ s still like eighty degrees outside, and his forehead is already covered in sweat. Maybe the dude is some sort of masochist; he hurts everything and everyone, including himself. 
His throat bobs as he clears it, and he shuffles around for a couple seconds, his eyes glued to his feet. I stay exactly where I am, doing my best to look intimidating as I stare up at him. I think of how my mom used to laugh when I was learning a new song; she said I looked ferocious when I concentrated that hard. I try to channel that expression and glare straight at Jace. 
Jace stares down at his hands, holding them far in front of him, like they have some sort of terrible disease he’ s afraid to catch. Then he pushes up his sleeves, even though they’ re already scrunched up around his muscular biceps. He takes a deep breath, and I step to the side, wondering what in the hell is going on. He’ s not even talking. He’ s just standing there, occasionally shooting me little glances that almost look . . . scared. 
He keeps staring at his hands for a bit longer, and then he takes a shuddering breath. “ Hey.” 
“ I want my check,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm. 
“ I’ ll give it to you in a second,” he mutters. 
“ No, now.” 
Jace shakes his head and takes a step toward me. He keeps coming closer, until he’ s only a foot away. He peers closely at me, his eyes squinting as he examines my face. I unconsciously reach up and cover my cheek with my hand, hiding the bruised area from sight. 
“ It looks like someone hit you,” Jace says, gesturing to my cheek. 
“ No,” I quickly say, shaking my head. 
He points to my arm. “ You’ re bruised there, too.” 
“ It was just an accident,” I insist. “ And it’ s definitely not your business.” 
Jace takes another half-step toward me, bringing us impossibly closer. Finally, he looks into my eyes, and I’ m able to see his full expression. It’ s not right. Jace is supposed to be angry and condemning and pitiless. But his eyes are . . . sad. 
He raises his hands, gives them one more disgusted glance, and then signs, “Let me help you."

Monday, May 9, 2016

Scarred Blitz: Excerpt + Giveaway

Scarred (Lost #2)
They told me about Ethan.

He’s no good.

He only knew darkness.

He’s a killer.

But that’s exactly what I need.

Only a monster can turn me into one. I’ve bled and screamed. I’ve been the victim too long. The scars that are visible only conceal the more painful ones on the soul. If he could help me save myself and learn to fight again, then he can have whatever he wants from me. My body. My soul. My heart. Later, he’ll realize that I had the better end of the bargain.

WARNING: This is a dark romance. It contains violence, filthy words, dubious consent, and potential triggers for readers. Please be aware of that when purchasing this book. This story is about being careful what you ask for, because you'll get exactly what you need, instead of what you want.





Author Bio:
So I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say something super cool, win you over, and make you my life-long superfan...OR wait, is that how I am about my anime collection?
Probably.
Basically, I'm an author, blogger, geek, and villain lover (Joker IS MINE!). There shouldn't be any surprise then that I tend to love my heroes a bit broken, all messed up, and in need of someone who understands them just the way they are.
Ha, my heroines are right there with them. You see, love is nice, it's sweet. It can be all rainbows and glowing stars. And then it can be dark, twisted, hurtful, and feel so good you have to scream about it. So I write like that. From one side of the spectrum to the other, because that's real. That's life. And that's what we crave--delving into a fantasy world or not.

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Excerpt:
“It’s a little late for you to be working out still, River. Rest periods are for exactly that, rest.”  
She slowed the treadmill to a walk and stepped to the side. Never turning around to face me, she took a swig from her water bottle and meticulously closed the cap. 
“I don’t need rest. It’s been six months, Ethan, and I know that eventually Derrick is going to find me. I don’t have the luxury of resting.” 
“Pantera,” I corrected her. 
She turned then, watching me with a question in her eyes. “Why do they call you that?” 
“Because it’s my name, and it’s the one you will use.” 
“Ethan Kendall is your name, and I’ve been calling you that the whole time,” she said. She had fire, I’d give her that. But this was my world, my rules. Ethan was a man I wasn’t. A figment of a cracked memory that didn’t mean shit anymore.
      “Do you know what Pantera means?” I asked her. My glide toward her was slow. I paused at random intervals, stalking her, pushing her. She was prey. She fought hard not to be, but I still smelled weakness on her, on the edges of her anger. She was always afraid, terrified of what was coming, and not knowing what the result would be. It was that fear that would destroy her. 
That fear drew me in. 
“Panther,” she said. “I looked it up on the laptop you gave me.” 
“I earned that name, River. Carved it out in skin and made my enemies regret ever trespassing against me. What have you done? What have you been made to survive that would ever make you think you could stand on even ground with me?” 
I could feel the heat of her anger, but it didn’t stop me. It couldn’t. Anger wasn’t what made me the demon that I was. It was pure, cold, unfiltered hopelessness forged into a blade to cut my way through life. 
“You’ve never asked what I went through before,” she said. 
I shook my head. “Because it doesn’t matter. I don’t care.” 
“You cared enough to take me on after you saw me in the hospital,” she returned. 
“That’s where you’re wrong, River. So wrong. I enjoy playing with my food. Your every breath marks you as a victim. Every time you freeze when Pavel attacks you from behind, I know you will fail. And every second you look at me with those fearful eyes, I know that whatever Derrick did, he did because you let him.” 
She roared her anger, and I laughed. Even as she leapt at me, swinging her right fist hard, I enjoyed her anger. She was smart, sweeping her left leg to take me down, but I twisted my body into her so we were chest to chest. I sensed the shift in her stance and blocked her knee angled for my crotch and wrapped my arm around her neck. 
“You can’t beat me, River. You never could.” 
Two seconds. That was all it took to take her to the ground. And then she was under me, punching, twisting, and fighting to get away. I let her do nothing. I splayed out above her, pushing her into the mat beneath us. Then I gripped one wrist and planted it above her head. She fought harder, raking her nails down the side of my neck before I could grab that wrist too. 
“You have claws, detenysh, but not like mine.” 
I bit down on the soft spot of her neck, where it met her shoulder. Her pulse throbbed against my tongue. She screamed, but I didn’t clamp down. I didn’t need to draw blood or hurt her to prove my point. But, somehow, I lost what I had been trying to convey. Between her scent, filled with lavender, and the feel of her body against mine, I noticed her as a man would. 
Her breasts were smashed against my chest, but I could feel their fullness. I was cradled in her thighs, a position that went from thinking of the fighting front mount stance, to darker needs. Blood rushed through my veins and pooled into my dick, short circuiting any rational thought. 
I wanted her. 
I eased my teeth off her and licked over the abused flesh. She froze, a casualty to my strength, my desire, and I couldn’t stop. I traced my way over her jaw and nipped her chin. Her small gasp was all the permission I needed to take her mouth with mine. 
Flavor blasted over my taste buds. How long had it been since I kissed a woman? Since I felt one give under my hands? Of all the ones I’d known, I couldn’t place her taste. It was wild and free, and tinted with tears. I knew that place. 
Between youth and cynical maturation brought on by fear. 
I’d been there. 
She was at a precipice she didn’t even realize. She wanted me to make her a killer and all I could think about was taking her body with mine. How fucked up was I that I wouldn’t stop? 
I wanted to punish her for making me want something that shouldn’t exist in my life any more. My life was an abyss and she wouldn’t survive it. I hated her for wanting to make me try. 




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