Friday, January 30, 2015

Cover Reveal ... Fervent by Gemma James

by Gemma James
Series: Condemned #3
Cover Design: Designed by the author
 Release Date: April 30, 2015


I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice. 

Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken. 

What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me. 

He’ll even die for me.


FERVENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the CONDEMNED series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with TORRENT and RAMPANT, otherwise, FERVENT might not make much sense.


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Author Bio

Gemma James is the multi-genre author of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s

morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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Blog Tour Stop ... The Crossing Series by Renee Lee Fisher

The Crossing Series
by Renee Lee Fisher

 always wondered about how realistic the tales her mother told her were. They
 seemed like fantastic, creative and fun adventures. Now with Taryn's mother
 gone, she will realize that her mother wasn't just telling stories . . . she
 was really living them. Time has passed and Taryn has uncovered the power of
 The Knot Hole and the travels that await her.

 Crossing Series: The Knot Hole, The Passage and The Muse will take you
 on a romantic journey from many years past to the present. Some souls will
 return as they have come back in time to keep their love alive.

 are many exciting ventures for Taryn both in her own mind and soul. She will
 learn many elements of love and have guidance along the way. What she never
 thought she would find in an adventure was true love. Silas is the one who
 touched her from a past time period.

 is truly unforgettable.


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  where souls are truly connected forever, can be seen deep in the eyes of a
person even if their body in this time has changed . . .

Taryn has 
good fortune that keeps coming in masses. Everything is falling into place, but
there is one piece that does not quite fit. Her present love seems to be perfect
in so many ways . . . although she is constantly reminded of another love from
long ago. She often wishes The Passage would allow her to be with him,
perhaps just to feel his touch once more, but TIME has not allowed her that.

Crossing Series: The Knot Hole, The Passage and The Muse will take you
on a romantic journey through time. Taryn will encounter family, friends, and
loved ones in her adventures to the Past. Some of those souls will find their
way back to her in the Present.

extremely business savvy, Taryn will set many of her dreams into motion. Who
will be the one next to her in all of her accomplishments?

it be someone from the present, or someone who has returned from the past?


the creator of The Muse will have you follow her journey of everlasting
love . . .

The Muse was derived in her imagination to keep her identity hidden.
The delicately winged symbol has touched so many lives. From a fluttering
thought to the formation of a business plan, her life is continuing on the path
of assisting others.

Crossing Series: The Knot Hole, The Passage and The Muse will take you
on a romantic journey that spans time. An endearing exploration through so many

is the TIME that Taryn can begin to find her true happiness. The Soul of Silas has
returned to her as Lucas, which has brought back the love she never could

Will he stay with her

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Release Day Blitz ... Snake Eyes by Melissa Pearl

Snake Eyes
By Melissa Pearl

Release Date: January 30, 2015


Caitlyn Davis expects
her sophomore year at UCLA to be perfect...until she walks into her dorm room
to find Special Agent Zoey Kaplan of the FBI waiting for her. In that instant,
she knows her idyllic year with new best friends, Nicole and Dale, along with
her super hot boyfriend, Eric, is about to fall apart.

Having been forced to
work with the FBI months earlier, Caity accidentally gave away her special
ability to read people's emotions and know whether they were telling the truth.
Now, Kaplan wants Caity to go undercover again for a secret operation that will
bring her close to the sadistic Diego Mendez, a man believed to be involved in
human trafficking.

Eric Shore is not a
man who trusts easily. Having been burned multiple times, it’s hard for him to
open up completely, but his love for Caity makes him want to try. Yet, her
sudden withdrawal worries him, particularly when she chooses to spend time with
her new roommate, Quella Mendez, over him. When Caity’s behavior begins to
match that of her wild roommate, Eric wonders if their relationship is as
strong as he believed.

As Caity struggles to
maintain her relationship and do her job, she finds herself pulled further into
a dangerous world that could take away everything she holds dear. Will Eric
learn the truth in time to save her? Or will the man with the eyes of a snake
destroy their perfect romance?


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Melissa Pearl was born in Auckland, New Zealand, but has spent much of her life abroad, living in countries such as Jordan, Cyprus and Pakistan... not to mention a nine month road trip around North America with her husband. "Best. Year. Ever!!"

She now lives in China with her husband and two sons. She is a trained elementary teacher, but writing is her passion. Since becoming a full time mother she has had the opportunity to pursue this dream and her debut novel hit the internet in November 2011. Since then she has continued to produce a steady
stream of books, ranging in genres from Fantasy to Contemporary Romance. She loves the variety and is excited about the books she has coming up in 2015.

"I am passionate about writing. It stirs a fire in my soul that I never knew I had. I want to be the best writer I can possibly be and transport my readers into another world where they can laugh, cry and fall in love."

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Release Day Blitz ... Intoxicate by Tessa Teevan

Book # 4 in the Explosive Series
by Tessa Teevan
Can be read as a standalone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: January 29, 2015


Marry me. 

Two words Kalli Montgomery never expected to say out loud to Xavier Cruz, even though she's been in love with the sexy, single father for as long as she can remember. Unfortunately, she hasn't just been friend-zoned for the past ten years. No, even worse, he's treated her like a little sister, no matter how hard she tried to prove she could be so much more. When she agrees to spend the summer as the caregiver for his daughter, Lily, she knows it's her last chance to finally make him take notice. 

As unexpected circumstances threaten to disrupt his home life, Xavier's desperate to keep his family together. He'll do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying a woman he doesn't love. For Xavier and Lily, Kalli will do just about anything, even at the risk of getting her heart broken in the process. 

Little does she know, sometimes love isn't quite as unrequited as one may think. Xavier sees her-he always has. And the vow he made all those years ago never to go there with his best friend's little sister is wavering, and it's wavering fast. When they come up with a plan that leads to wedding bells, it's a no brainer. 

This marriage of convenience has one rule: absolutely no falling in love. 

Easier said than done. Throw together a girl who believes rules are meant to be broken, and a man whose whole career revolves around following orders and you get a recipe for disaster. What could possibly go wrong?

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Shooting a glare at him, I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Are you telling me that this whole anticipation thing is one-sided? Is it that easy for you to resist? I really need to step up my game.”

Xavier’s eyes fall to my lips for a quick moment before he looks back up at me. I see the desire in his expression, and without him even saying a word, I know he wants this, too. So why is he making me wait?

“You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now. How many times I’ve thought of doing just that. Every time you were curled up against me on the couch, I wanted to kiss you. Every morning when you showed up, I wanted to kiss you. Every time you said goodnight to Lily and then slipped out my door? I wanted to kiss you before you left. It’s not a new development. The first time I ever saw you, Kalli, I wanted to kiss you. And I’ve wanted to ever since.”

His admission floors me. He’s told me before that he “saw” me, but I had no clue it was from the very beginning. I’m not really sure how to process it. In fact, he beats me to the punch.

“So now you know. This will be just as hard for me, but it will be so damn worth it. Because when you’ve wanted something for as long as I’ve wanted you? It’ll be the best feeling in the world when I finally get it.”

“Our first kiss will be that epic?”

“A first kiss to rival them all,” he quips, grinning at me. He holds his arms out wide. “Now, we’ll start with a hug and work our way up.”

“I feel like I’m sixteen again,” I tell him as I wrap my arms around his waist.

His hands come down to my back and he gives me a big squeeze, my head pressing against his firm chest. I love this feeling of being in his arms, him holding me close. There’s nowhere on the planet I’d rather be than right here with him. As much as I want him, I know he’s right. I don’t care when it comes. Because when it does, our first kiss will be unforgettable.

His chest rumbles as he chuckles. He squeezes me tight one last time before letting me go. “And it’s only just the beginning,” he tells me. “Have a good night, crazy girl.”

EXPLOSIVE - series

Author Bio
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I'm a twenty something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are my teams! I work for the government during the day, hang out with Air National Guard on the weekends, and have been married to my own book boyfriend for over seven years. We currently live right outside of Dayton, OH with our two cats.

If I’m not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find me curled up with my Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. I love my sports almost as much as I love my books. My other obsessions include red wine, hot men, country music, and all things Grace Potter.

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Spotlight Tour & Review ... The Legend of Arturo King by L.B. Dunbar

The Legend of Arturo King
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #1
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 27, 2015

My name is Arturo King, and I’m told I’m a legend in music. My band is called the Nights and we got our start at the underground Round Table in New York City. Raised by a foster father, I didn’t know the extent of my inheritance until I was twenty-one, and it was all more than I bargained for. I wanted to play the guitar and rule the world with song, but I learned I have a mother from old money, a dead father who was once a real estate mogul, and a record company that needed some rebuilding. Mure Linn, my friend and mentor, has been by my side through it all, teaching me to play, strengthening my lyrics, and guiding me in the music industry. There was one area he couldn’t guide me, though, and that was love. Guinevere DeGrance changed everything for me, I suppose, including the reason I’m here learning the legend of my life without remembering any of it.

The legendary rock star series begins...

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The Legend of Arturo King by L.B.
Dunbar ©

I closed in on the last line of the

refrain and turned to look at Lans, signaling the direction of the crowd and
the shift of the song. I had been clutching the microphone on the top of its
stand, both hands wrapped around it, holding firm. I often told myself to think
of the mic as a woman. Caress it in passion or clutch it in lust. It made no
difference as long as this prop seemed an extension of my instrument, my voice.
I released the mic slowly and shifted my own body slightly to angle to the
right toward Lans. Glancing over the crowd, what I told myself would be one final
time before I pulled my head back into the gig on stage, I saw her.

She was a vision in white.

Literally. Her long flowing dress stood out amongst the crowd of dark T-shirts,
darker jeans, and occasional bare skin. Her skin was bare in places as well. Slender
arms hung at her sides, completely exposed. The pull of the dress bodice was up
around her neck in some fashion that also exposed her shoulders, an area that I
found could be very sensitive on a woman. Her shoulders just might redefine
sensual in my brief opinion as I further took her in. The dress fell to the
floor, but I could sense that those hidden legs were long, and the way the
dress hugged the undisclosed portions of her body, I knew she was slender,
sleek, and sumptuous in all the right places. Her hair looked dark, long and
wavy, but the blue glow of the floor lights hinted at some brighter highlights.

I couldn’t make out the color of

her eyes at first, but then she stepped forward under a light as if she were
coming to me. They were lake blue and I felt them pierce my soul. I saw a
sparkle in them as my own locked with hers. She stood still for a moment,
suddenly frozen in my trance. I watched her lick her lips and I felt that lick
in my pants. I didn’t want to look away as a wave of … something … crawled
through my body, but she did.

She turned to her left, but I

couldn’t see who stood there in the shadows. Her head returned forward and she
seemed to be listening to the guitar, taking in the stage, but refusing to look
again in my direction. I felt like I was willing her to notice me instead of
the blank stare she focused above the bands’ heads. I almost turned to see what
could be so interesting behind me. Almost, but I didn’t dare to look away from

She moved after a slight shift

again from her left. She was obviously parting ways from someone near her and
she slowly made her way through the crowded pit floor. As if the audience knew
someone otherworldly was within their presence, the crowd parted slowly as she
approached each person, making a clean-cut line across the wooden floorboards
without another glance in the direction of the stage. Watching her walk sparked
an extra beat in my heart and a throb in my pants. If she was sensual just
crossing the floor, I dared to imagine what she would be like in my bed.

My vision focused solely on her

subtle movement. Silky, I would have described her. She moved slowly, as if she
were a ribbon sliding, slipping, through dark water. The white dress continued
to glow from the dim blue lights, accentuating her slither through the waves of
people. I was only vaguely aware of the guitar riff coming to an end at my left
and I reached blindly for the microphone. This was a move that took no thought
for me. It was as natural as breathing to hold the warm metal. I felt a slight
catch in my throat as the words were climbing to escape my vocal cords. Lans
hit his last note and I held my breath for the pause before a new cord was hit
and the words burst forth.

It was the last look, of last night
In the last moment,
That took my breath and made me see

You might be lost before you found


            You cried my name, as you came,
            I took that pain and
            Made you see, you might be lost,
            But you found me.

            My own words took on new meaning as

I trailed her final motion. This tune had a new emphasis and I knew I was
singing to her like a siren calls a sailor. There was just something about her
presence, even if I felt she was suddenly ignoring me. She seemed to pause as I
poured myself into those lyrics. You found me echoed in my head as I pinned her
with my eyes. She moved her long hair over one shoulder, causing me to suck in
a breath at the full exposure of her alabaster back. From behind, she was
completely revealed; only a slip of cloth at her neck must hold the dress over
those supple breasts I massaged with my eyes moments ago, and even without full
light I knew that toned back held dimples at the base above the low sling of
material that clung to her backside and draped down to the floor.

            I noticed her breathing was slightly

accelerated as her graceful shoulders lifted like a shrug and it certainly
couldn’t be from overexertion crossing the crowded bar floor. She moved as if
she floated. She had not returned my gaze, which I knew she must feel caressing
across her soft skin. It could only mean one thing to my veteran assessment of
women. She wasn’t interested, and that never happened to me. Women were always
interested in me.

I realized suddenly where she

stood. She had paused before a door to the left of the bar. I knew this door.
It was made to blend seamlessly into the wall, looking like heavy olden bricks,
like the surrounding walls. Only the keypad to the right gave away any
semblance of a passageway. A person needed a special access code to pass
through that door into the hall behind.

I watched her press her fingers

deftly across the silver numbers and push the door gently inward into a
darkened passage beyond without a single glance back over those sexy shoulders
in my direction. I had to know who she was as the door closed, cutting off my
view of her. It was almost instantaneous that I knew I wanted her, but this
whole scene could only mean two things were true: she was somehow connected to
Leo DeGrance, and she didn’t want me. And I believed them both. Almost.


**I received an ARC for an honest review.**

(That was the sound of my heart stopping because of the ending of this book!) 

What an awesome modern take on such a classic tale. I loved this book so so much! 

I really loved the authors ability to be so clever with the names of the characters. I enjoyed the whole tale from beginning to end. I really enjoyed Guinevere's and Arturo's characters. I liked the way they were both so drawn to each other right from the beginning of this book. Even though they had "known" each other for years all it takes is that ONE moment. 

I really loved getting both POVs of this tale and Arturo's character was so well written. I loved that he could feel how much he was changing around Guinie and how honest he was with himself about it. What I did not love about Arturo is his big secret and how he handles it. I am hoping with the tale that somethings will improve with that. 

I loved that Guinie's character is so sweet and genuine. I also liked when she discovered her backbone and made a stand for herself. She is such a strong person and I was so glad when she finally realized that for herself. 

This legend does end on a cliffhanger. There will be more and I can not wait!!!

I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created. 

I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.