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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Lunangelique Series Blog Tour @KristinRCampbel

Title: Lunangelique Series
Author: Kristin R. Campbell 
Genre: YA Paranormal
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours


For Alexis and Alex life has been great. They have loving parents, great friends and live a life every teenager dreams. However, they are adopted and Alexis struggles with wanting to know who their real parents are and not wanting to hurt her adopted parents. Then, a stunning guy moves across the street from them. One who has a secret past and seems to know things about Alexis. One who does mysterious things and leads her to other mysterious persons. One who pushes her to discover her extraordinary birth family and the truth between mythology and religion.



Alexis must pick up the broken pieces of her heart and pull herself together because she has a mission: To awaken the sleeping gods. When she is at the point of giving up, wearing her pretend smiles and feels like there is nothing left of herself, her friend becomes her savior. Patryck helps put Alexis back together again and in return Alexis sees him as something more than a friend…

Together with her brother, Alex, her father, Edmund, and a team of angels they make their way to Mount Latmos, to awaken the gods. But obstacles are in their way, one of them being Cole, the traitor, the one who shattered Alexis’ heart.

New friends and family she never thought she would meet will come to aid Alexis.

…And a love will blossom that will redefine the saying, “Love you forever.”



Lexi has fulfilled her destiny and now the gods have awakened, but is that a good thing?

Now, Lexi lives in a world that is on a global collapse. The gods are angry that they have been forsaken and are seeking revenge on humanity. The oceans are in turmoil, tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, volcano eruptions and famine are causing global chaos, and the sun is being held hostage in an astrological phenomenal, never-ending solar eclipse by the avenging Helios.

Then, there is the problem of Zeus’ threat. Lexi must choose between giving herself to him or watching the “abominable” angels die by his hand. Not to mention, Hera, Zeus’ wife, is proposing her own jealous-driven proposition to Lexi: stay away from her husband or the angels and everyone dear to her will die. Lexi sees no way out of either predicaments and it puts a strain on her relationship with Cole. Will she lose him either way?



He laughs at me like I have said the funniest joke in the world. I keep my face neutral, not wanting to show any emotions while he finally collects himself. “You are amusing. Aren’t you afraid? Why do you not fear me? Do you know what I have done to Kakabel? What I intend to do to you?”

I shrug my shoulders, wanting to appear as calm as possible. “I won’t be scared if I tell myself there is nothing to fear. You cannot hurt me because I will tell myself not to feel pain. I don’t know what you did to my art professor so I won’t know what you will do to me.” I play him with words because I know he won’t understand.

“Where are your wings?” he demands, angry now because I’m not giving anything away.

“What this?” I nod my chin to the necklace around my neck. He comes forward and yanks it off my neck. “Hey, I like that,” I whine like a spoiled child. 

“Malachi,” he calls towards the other room. In a few seconds, Malachi is by his side. He takes Cole’s wings that Cerviel hands him and studies it before laughing. “I thought you would like that.” Malachi throws it on the floor and stomps on it. “Go back to Samson,” Cerviel orders him. Malachi is gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me alone with Cerviel again.

“That’s my necklace.” I pout. “There’s no reason to treat it that way.”

“It will hurt your lover,” he informs me with a malicious smile. “If you will not cooperate, then we will torture him.”

“How?” I challenge him.

“His wings,” he indicates to the necklace lying on the floor, “contains a link to him. They’re still connected even though they’re not attached. If you hurt one, then you hurt the other.”

“You’re insane.” I act like his notions are ridiculous.

“Want to test it out?” he picks it up and places his hands on either end like he’s about to twist it or break it in two. 

“No!” I scream, terrified that what he says is true. 

Games up. I lost this match. Sugar snaps!

“What are you?” he asks again patiently. He takes a chair and places it in front of me. Then, he sits down, folding his legs and hands as they rest on his leg. He’s acting like this is a normal conversation over tea with a friend.

“Can I have some water, please?” I’m trying to buy some time to get away.

“After you answer my questions,” he answers.

“Are you going to let me go after I do?” 

“It depends on if I like your answers.” He smiles sweetly at me. “What are you?” 

“A girl who is starting to get pissed off that you keep asking me that, like I’m a freaking alien or something!” I scream it at him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm down when I feel a slap across my face. My eyes dart open and I glare at him angrily. I taste blood on the side of my mouth. He stares at the wound and I see a light bulb go off in his eyes. He grins wickedly at me and then produces a switch blade from his pocket.

“Let’s see how much of a pissed off girl you really can be,” he mocks me and then plunges the knife into my hand, impaling it into the arm of the chair I was gripping. My eyes bulge open in shock and horror and I want to scream, but I tell my nerves not to feel anything and my hand goes dead of feeling. I’m so glad right now that I’m a freak. 

He watches my expression change with amusement and then looks lethal again when I don’t scream out. I drum the fingers of my other hand on the arm of the chair. Acting like I’m bored with this act. 

“Where are your wings?” Cerviel demands of me. 

“I don’t have any wings you freakin’ lunatic. I’m just a girl.” I start laughing because my hand not responding to being impaled is a pretty sure sign that I am not human. I feel psychotic in the moment. I think shock is setting in and I cannot control it. I just continue to laugh at him. 

His face breaks out in uncontrolled angry grimace and then he pulls the knife out of my hand and plunges it into my chest. I feel it tear through the arteries of my heart. I’m so shocked he did it that I stop breathing, which ends my laughter. 

“Go and find her brother,” I hear him bark at someone before I black out again.





Currently living in Utah with her husband and two children, Kristin is prior military and has pursued Religion, History and Legal Studies before finally settling with a Bachelor degree in Criminal Justice. She is a self-proclaimed workaholic, who also loves hiking, traveling, spoiling her babies and, of course, reading and writing.


Links:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6427299.Kristin_R_Campbell

https://www.facebook.com/KristinRCampbellLunangelique

https://twitter.com/KristinRCampbel

http://www.lunangelique.com/




Lunangelique on Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/Lunangelique-The-Series-ebook/dp/B008D94VZ0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381023247&sr=8-1&keywords=Kristin+R.+Campbell


Lunangelique on B&N

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lunangelique-kristin-campbell/1111765754?ean=2940044676787



Sleeping Gods on Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/Sleeping-Gods-Lunangelique-Series-ebook/dp/B009DPAS8M/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1381023247&sr=8-3&keywords=Kristin+R.+Campbell



Sleeping Gods on B&N

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sleeping-gods-kristin-r-campbell/1112955251?ean=9781479330096



Awakened Gods on Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/Awakened-Gods-Lunangelique-Series-ebook/dp/B00ASBB4O2/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1381023247&sr=8-5&keywords=Kristin+R.+Campbell



Awakened Gods on B&N

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/awakened-gods-kristin-r-campbell/1114022398?ean=9781481829823

Monday, December 30, 2013

Unusual Awakening Blog Tour @SMKnowles1

Title: Unusual Awakening
Author: S.M. Knowles 
Genre: Young Adult
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

With tears and a tight hug, Rylee Everley’s dad left for Afghanistan with the Army Reserve. Since his deployment, her mom has been distant, her sisters are constantly fighting, and Rylee, at only thirteen years old, has to be the glue to keep them together. While her mother stays locked in her room, Rylee has been forced into the role of parent.

Now, two years later, a freak accident involving a bus at school promises to restore some normality to her family. In spite of not knowing how their father is, her mother is happy and her sisters don’t seem to fight as much as they used to. Rylee herself is seeing more of her friends and is even trying to sort out her own feelings about Brock Parker. However, something dark threatens to disrupt that normality for personal gain, and that darkness is willing to break every rule to get what it wants.






Getting up, I walk over to the tree line. I don’t see anything around, so I grab a rock and throw it to scare off any animals. Walking in further, I call out, “Hello?” Everything is quiet. I wait a few more seconds. Something feels off. Walking in a little further, I hear a branch break. I know I didn’t step on anything, so something’s unquestionably out there. “Who’s out here?” I yell. A big oak tree stands directly in front of me, right next to him. “No, no, no, no,” I beg.




Song:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IigRv6B763k : Eric Clapton, My father’s eyes




S.M. Knowles was born in Elmira, New York where she was swept away in a whirlwind to the Land of Oz—Independence, Kansas. Her parents were relocating for working opportunities and decided that this would be the perfect place to start new roots. Little did she know that this place would contribute to the inspiration for the first book she wrote in her Rylee Everley Series.

While growing up, S.M. would travel the roads around her house while imagining she was somewhere else. Her imagination would take her everywhere, making the long hot summer days seem shorter throughout her fantasies.

At the age of twelve, she decided to write her first book. Filled mostly with dialog, she filled up one-hundred pages, front and back. After taking the book downstairs to show her mom, and persuading her to buy her more paper, she excitedly ran back to her room. As she barreled through the door, S.M. tripped over items left on her floor, and her papers came raining down in her room. Discouraged, she stood there in tears, picking up her papers and throwing them in the trash. Her work had no organization, no numbers on her pages, just a child fulfilling a joy that she would put down and not pick up again.

When she became older, she joined the military for something different. In that time, she was able to explore many places and even met her husband in Iraq. After coming home, she started her family in Arizona and went back to school, earning a Master’s degree in Adult Education and Training.








Friday, December 20, 2013

Crossroads Promo @Paigematthews_3


Everyone finds themselves at a crossroads in their life.

Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. His is not the bad boy, partying, love ‘em and leave ‘em persona, although his public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band, Double Cross, there are a lot of things the fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, he likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a publicity stunt goes wrong, he is determined to shed the ultra-bad boy image.

Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content with being herself and who she is. She enjoys living in the moment, in both her personal and professional life. Her greatest moment – bedding rock star Caleb Cross, a secret she holds onto to this day.

When Kat's company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself re-evaluating everything she knows about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for her, especially when she sees Caleb as he truly is.

For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that never wanted him for more than a night. He is forced to confront himself, and Kat, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is.


I grabbed my sunglasses from my dresser on the way back to the living room. Kat was sitting on the couch facing the television, head to her thighs. I watched her breath for a few moments, watched her back rise and fall. She was gorgeous, even if she didn’t realize it herself. I felt my chest tighten and my breath catch, as I watched her. I shook off the feelings, and grabbed my keys. “You ready to go?” 

 She looked up and wiped her eyes. “I guess so.” She stood up and began to walk toward me. I grabbed her face into my hands, and wiped the rest of the tears off her cheeks. I lifted her face to look at me. 

 “Why were you crying?” I stared into her eyes. 

 “No reason. She tried to turn her head away from mine, but I held her in place. 

 “Tell me why you were crying.” “It’s really not a problem for you to deal with. I said everything was fine.”

 I could tell that she was uncomfortable. Why, I didn’t really know, but I would find out. 

 “You were crying, Kat. Something is wrong. Now tell me what had you crying.” I moved her against the wall, and crouched down so that we were eye level with each other. 

 Kat took a deep breath in, and diverted her eyes everywhere but at me. “Katherine, tell me what is wrong.” I grabbed her face gently, and forced her to look at me. 

 “I messed up. That’s it. Nothing you need to worry about.” 

 Tears formed at the corner of her eyes again, and she looked away. I took her face into my hands again, and brushed my finger over her bottom lip, staring my way into those green irises, hoping I could read her mind. God, I just want to pick her up, throw her on my bed, and make love to her until tomorrow. Instead, I fused my lips to hers, coercing her lips to open with my tongue, so that I could explore her mouth. The sweet taste of her sent my dick straight up. I mapped out her mouth with my tongue, noticing hers exploring back. I felt her body relax, and her hands moved through my hair as I deepened the kiss, pushing her up against the wall with my body, pinning her hips with mine. I tilted her head back and to the side, allowing myself access to her neck, kissing a trail up and down her collar bone and back up to her ears. Reluctantly, I pulled back, placing another quick kiss on her lips. 

 “You seriously don’t know what you do to me. The control I lose around you. Let’s go, before I lose every ounce of what is left and take you into my room to fuck you senseless.” I grabbed her hand before she could reply, replaced my hat on my head, and walked out the door. We reached the elevator, and I pushed the button for the garage level; still holding her hand, I pulled her close to me. Kat still hadn’t said anything about the kiss, although I could feel her attraction, her arousal, during it. She wanted it as much as I did, or, at least, I thought she did. 

 We reached the lot and my reserved spots. I decided to take the bike. I could park it easily enough and I wanted to feel her arms wrapped around my waist as we veered in and out of New York traffic. My dick responded at the thought. I handed her a helmet, and sat on the bike, waiting for her to sit behind me. 

 “Come on, angel, let’s go.” 

 Kat didn’t move. 

 “Something wrong?” 

 “Um. No. Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking of something, and I’ve never ridden on a bike before.” She was apprehensive, a bit scared. I thought back to our first meeting, and smiled. I knew what she was remembering. This was the same bike that I’d rested against, waiting for her to come out of the bar. I’d had it shipped up the week prior to us arriving. If anything, I wanted to go for a ride. 

 “Just get on and hold me tight. I’ll do the rest.Trust me.” I winked at her, and held out my hand to help her on. She jumped on and pushed her bag between us, as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I double checked she had her helmet on, and I started the bike. This was going to be fun. Kat tightened her grasp around my waist as I pulled out into traffic. The breeze blowing against my face was a bit cool, but refreshing. I decided to take her to a little boutique that sold the style of clothing that I was looking for. It helped that I was good friends with the owner, Mel. The boutique was small, and out of the way in Chelsea. From first glance, a person might miss it, but I knew I would find the perfect outfit and accessories that I wanted her to wear tonight. 







What do you say about yourself? Aren't we supposed to write these in third person? Oh well, here I go! I have been writing and reading since I was able to pick up a pen and read a book. I can't even begin to list the amounts of book that I've devoured over the course of my life; from the Babysitter's Club to R.L.Stein to the classics and the novels of my degrees. I have spent countless hours between the covers of classics during my undergraduate and graduate degrees from Western Connecticut State University, resulting in a BA English: Comparative Literature and a MA English: Professional Writing. 

 Recently, I have been focusing both my writings and my readings in erotica, BDSM and contemporary romance. And no, Fifty Shades of Grey did not get me on the BDSM bandwagon. If anything it opened the idea up more to me, but alas I have my own opinions on the trilogy. 

 I am trying to focus my writings on the emotional aspects of the erotic world, the emotional bondage of BDSM. I am interested in what makes people want to be dominant or submissive, the connection, etc. But I do like to read about a good flogging and bondage story too, the smuttier the better. :) 






Thursday, December 19, 2013

Mabe's Burden Book Blitz @kellyabellbooks

Title: Mabe's Burden
Author: Kelly Abell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Hot tempered, Mabe O'Banyon will do whatever it takes to keep the family's Irish pub, Shenanigans, out of the mob's dirty hands. She quickly learns, though, their attorney and the bank will offer no help. So, she calls in the reinforcements--Mara and Meg. She hasn't seen her two sisters for years, but her desperate message brings them running.

Commercial real estate developer, Aaron Shaw has a secret. He arrives in Monticello, FL, expecting to purchase a quaint Irish pub and move on to his next conquest. But the transaction doesn't take place as planned--in fact, it doesn't take place at all. The hardheaded owner--a stunning redhead with curves that don't quit--isn't selling. With time running out and the mob on their heels, Aaron wants nothing more than to save the woman he's fallen for from impending danger. Mabe is torn between a man she loves but can't trust and the need to hold on to her family's pub. Their choices lead them down a path neither could have guessed.





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While being threatened by the mob, a hot-headed barkeep goes toe-to-toe with a real estate developer who wants to save her and falls head-over-heels...until she learns he's been keeping a horrible secret.
Author Bio
I can't remember a time when I didn't want to write.  From the time I was learned enough to string sentences together I liked writing stories.  In high school I was the literary editor of our school magazine Sketches and had a series of short stories that I'd written even then.  I'm published with two wonderful publishers, World Castle and Solstice Publishing, and on my own as an Indie.  
I live in Florida with my two adult children and my husband of 30+ years.  I have a wonderful dog named Snickers that can even open her own Christmas presents! (don't believe me?  Look below) When I'm not working full time in the insurance industry, I write.  I believe any writer should write because they love the craft. The rest will come in time.  I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I've enjoyed writing them.
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Excerpt - When Mabe meets Aaron Shaw for the first time
The door to the pub swung open for a tall, ebony haired man wearing an expensive tan suit. Mabe straightened. Riveted, she stared at his strikingly angular face. His chin, grooved by a slight dimple, struck her as sexy.

His gaze roamed the bar, settling on her. Warmth radiated through her entire body. Never had she felt such an intense attraction to a man. Who the hell is he? She didn’t recall ever seeing him in the pub. Her nerves tingled. Resembling a panther, he wove his way through the crowd. Slightly ashamed of her attraction to a strange man at her father’s wake, she turned her back, resuming her position behind the bar. She spoke to several patrons, mentally noting their drink orders on her way.


“No one could pull a pint like your da,” an old grizzled man at the end of the mahogany counter stated. “Smooth like silk he was.”

Mabe smiled. “He was, Angus. We’ll miss him.” She handed a frothy mug to the man. “Here you go. Enjoy that.”

“I will,” Angus declared, raising his glass to her. “To many years.”

She picked up a glass of Coke, clinked it against Angus’s mug. “And to you.”

“I’ll have one of those if you don’t mind,” a deep voice spoke from behind her.

Turning, ready with a flirty response on her tongue, she came face to face with her handsome stranger. His eyes matched the deep rich mahogany of the bar. His smile, while slightly crooked, seemed genuine and swept the words right out of her brain.

“Uh…sure. Name your poison.”

“Guinness?”

Mabe nodded, pulled the beer, scraping the foam from the top. “I’ve never seen you here before. What’s your name, and how did you know my dad?”

His gaze caught hers, sympathy reflected in his eyes. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t. The man was a god.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks. He will be missed for sure.”

“I just realized…this is his wake, isn’t it? A private party?”

She nodded. “It is.”

The man smiled gently. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’m intruding. I should go.”

She set the beer in front of him. “Nah, we’re all friends here. It is a private party, but stay if you’d like.” She gestured. “Those are my sisters Meg and Mara. We own the place now.”

“It’ll be hard to run it without your father, won’t it?”


Mabe sighed, leaning on her elbows. “It won’t be the same, for sure, but we’ll do okay. It’ll take some work….” She glanced lovingly around the pub with all its Irish paraphernalia adorning he walls. “Da, loved this place. I grew up here. It’s our place. We’ll make it work.”

She shivered, feeling his intense stare. Her skin burned under the laser scan of his eyes. Her pulse jumped. If the room were empty except for the two of them, he’d be in some serious trouble. He took a sip of the Guinness, still staring at her over the mug.

She licked her lips then broke the gaze. She swiped at the glossy mahogany top with a rag. “What brings you to town?”

“Business,” was his response.

“Ooh, cryptic, are we?” She flirted.

“Suits me for now.”

A man at the end of the counter signaled for her. She held up a finger then approached her guest. She served a few more beers, all the while being extremely aware of his gaze. His allure was more powerful than any she’d ever experienced. Monticello wasn’t full of dashing men in expensive suits, but it had its fair share of good lookers. Lord knew she’d flirted with some from time to time, even dated a few, but none of them stirred in her what this man did.
No longer needed, she returned to him, eyeing his empty mug. “Another?”

He nodded, offered her a smile.

Her knees weakened. She steadied herself by grasping the smooth wood. What the hell is wrong with me?

She pulled his beer, but before she handed it to him she asked, “What did you say your name was?”


He chuckled. “I didn’t.”

She set the mug down in front of him. “Oh, come on. You’re not going to waltz into my pub during my daddy’s wake and not tell me who you are. It’s not polite.”

One dark eyebrow rose. “Not polite, huh?”

“Not at all,” she declared, leaning on the bar, offering him her most dazzling smile.

“Okay then…if you insist.

“I do.”

He held out his hand. Mabe reached out, taking his warm palm in hers. The air between them practically crackled with tension. “Aaron Shaw.”

Her previously heated blood froze. In one swift moment, all the allure she’d experienced earlier evaporated. This is the shark trying to buy my pub. The nerve of this man, waltzing in here, flirting with me, when all the while he’s casing the joint for a future purchase. She grabbed his beer unceremoniously dumping it on his head. The dark brew dripped from his hair all over his tan suit.

“What the hell?” he shouted, jumping off the stool.
“Get out of my pub,” she yelled at him.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Rockin' the Heart Cover Reveal @GracenMiller

ROCKIN the HEART by Gracen Miller
NA Contemporary
Expected release date: January 21


(unofficial blurb – official blurb will release along with the book on January 21, 2014)


If music nourishes the soul…

Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and fans.

A man can desire nothing else…or can he?

Living in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far?

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody…

Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s just one major problem...she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all.

That might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!





Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels, movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her writing or to leave her a comment, visit her at the following sites: