Blog Tour: Dark Moon Rising by Michelle Dekkar #Giveaway

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Book Title: Dark Moon Rising
Author: Michelle Dekker
Genre: Fiction
Release Date: June 27, 2015
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When The Dark Moon Rises For The Second Time Gimini Will Be Turned. One Dark, One light Together Forever

Alex Hernandez has everything except her freedom. When the Dark Moon Rises for the second time Alex and her twin brother Xander is bitten by Raven a powerful supernova. Xander turns full supernova while Alex gets stuck between two world.

Her family disappears leaving only a piece of riddle behind. Armed with one piece of the riddle, she goes in search of them. Her search leads her across the European Continent.

During her travels she is tested mentally and physically beyond what she thought she could ever do. Death is determent to claim her but her love for her family makes her resilient to its clutches.

If this is not enough. She has to navigate her heart through a vampire and werewolf love triangle while facing her inner daemons and saving the human race from a fate worse than death.

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Compassion for his friend filled Joseph’s whole being as he stared at him. Surely, there has to be another way? He couldn’t resist asking himself. No answer came and he shook his head before joining his friend. When he stood next to him, he turned so he could face him.

“Please… don’t.” He begged. “I have tried every possible avenue. Arianna assured me there is no alternative.” he answered Joseph’s unspoken question.

“So you must die?” he asked, his voice constricting.

Roan gave a curt nod. “You must understand that I have no choice…”

“Everybody has a choice!” Joseph shouted.

“Not me.” He swallowed, trying to keep his emotions intact. “If I don’t…”

“What then?”

“We are not the only ones who will lose… The humans will be the ones to suffer most.”

He gazed thoughtfully at their leader. “Please, think of Miguel?”

Bang! Roan’s fist met the wall. Small stone fragments flew in all directions. “I have!” He growled.

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Michelle Dekker is a South African born first time author. She lives with her husband and three four legged children on the Kwazulu Natal South coast. When she is not writing, she enjoys a good book, movie and the outdoors.

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Blog Tour: Sole Sister by Brooklyn James #Giveaway

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Book Title: Sole Sister
Author: Brooklyn James
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Family Saga
Release Date: August 1, 2015
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The second book in The Boots My Mother Gave Me series, Sole Sister picks up several years later, continuing the story of Harley LeBeau and her rebellious sister Katrina ‘Kat’ LeBeau.

Relocating to Nashville to be closer to Harley and Miah, Kat aspires to launch her Sole Sister fashion line. A gutsy and impromptu plan suddenly lands her on the cover of The Ville Spill—the local celebrity gossip rag—alongside country music’s latest heartthrob, giving Sole Sister the push it needs. But Kat quickly learns that not all press is good press.

Years removed from an abusive childhood and teenage pregnancy, the past that Kat never talks about continues to seep into her life and relationships. Still struggling with the images of finding her father after his suicide, Kat forges ahead, vowing to avoid past mistakes. To focus on her career and responsibilities as a single mother, she swears off the disappointments of love. The first man she ever loved, her father, broke her heart. The first boy she ever fell in love with, her daughter’s father, broke her heart.

What Kat didn’t plan on was Nashville SWAT Officer Connor Reese. She and Connor have more pulling them together than keeping them apart. Kat finds herself in familiar territory when her plan to steer clear of heartache is derailed after spending a night in his arms. Will facing her past help to secure her future? Will Connor offer her a second chance at life and love? Or will her heart break yet again?

Staying true to its predecessor, Sole Sister explores the dynamics of strength in sisterhood, the ongoing conflict and unconditional love between a mother and daughter, and the courage to become more than one’s past.

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This was my old pattern: fall in the sack and fall in love. Where did that ever get me? Don’t be so immature, Kat. This is needing. We’re just needing.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered, shaking me gently.

What? What was I doing? Still moving in slow motion with him, it felt like I—we—were doing everything just right.

“Get out of your head,” he continued, as though he could read the introspection in my eyes.

“I’m not,” I lied. “I just don’t want…” I couldn’t make the rest of the words come.

“You don’t want to feel…fall?” He never broke rhythm, the cadence of his hips as sweet and provocative as his lips.

My back arched with the flow of his thrust, relaxing on the ebb, allowing just enough time for my compressed reply. “Do you?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” And there was that grin, less audacious this time but equally sincere.

There was no room for talk momentarily, carnal moans, groans, purrs, and growls taking precedence as our bodies neared the summit. So instinctive, our bodies—our primitive minds. Ah, hell, who needs a brain?

“I want to…I really want to.” My bottled-up whisper, barely audible, felt safe. What was it I was professing that I wanted to do exactly? Fall or come? I clenched my legs tighter around his backside, locking him in. No more playing around, I needed him right there with me.

“You fall, I fall,” he grunted between thrusts.

‘You come, I come,’ I recalled the words I said to him in the backroom of my shop. Fall or come. Maybe he was as confused as I was.

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Brooklyn James is an author/singer/songwriter inspired by life in the Live Music Capital of Austin, Texas. Her first novel, The Boots My Mother Gave Me, has an original music soundtrack and was chosen as a Quarter Finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards. This book has ranked in Kindle’s Top 100 Coming of Age and Women’s Fiction.

When she is not writing books, she can be found playing live music around Austin as part of an acoustic duo. Like most everyone, she treasures her time spent with family and friends. Brooklyn has been in a Weezer video, met Harry Connick Jr. as an extra on the set of When Angels Sing, and she was Mira Sorvino’s stand-in on Jerry Bruckheimer’s Trooper pilot for TNT. She enjoys reading, dancing, working out, fishing with her hubby, and a good glass of kombucha.

Brooklyn holds an M.A. in Communication, and a B.S. in both Nursing and Animal Science. Her nursing career has seen specialties in the areas of Intensive Care and Postpartum. She serves as a Guest Speaker with a focus on awareness and prevention of Domestic Violence and Suicide.

Find her at www.brooklyn-james.com or www.facebook.com/BrooklynJamesAuthor. You can also find her music on Amazon, iTunes, CDBaby, YouTube, and Pandora.

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Book Blitz: Stepbrother, Mine (Part 2) by Opal Carew #Giveaway

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Book Title: Stepbrother, Mine (Part 2)
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2015
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Scandalous love. Smoldering romance. It’s all here!

Dana’s always had a clear vision of what she wanted out of life. But when her father dies during her final year of college, Dana’s whole world threatens to topple down. In desperate need of money, she comes up with an idea. It’s scandalous. It’s HOT. And it’s got everybody talking. . .Is Dana really going to auction off her own virginity? And at what cost?

Meet Mason. He is used to getting what he wants. The head of his own corporate empire, he has wealth, means, and no shortage of beautiful women ready to fulfill his every need. But despite having it all, Mason is bored. Until he comes face-to-face with a woman from his past–one who will do anything to get what she wants. But is her desire for Mason worth the risk?

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Mason sat in the leather chair at the desk in his den and opened his browser. He reviewed his email, answering a few, and adding a few things to his calendar. He sighed and glanced at the clock. His dinner would be in the oven for another fifteen minutes.

A chat window opened, from his friend, Guy.

“Hey, your SL gone home already?”

Guy called his subs sluts—in fact, he called the women he spent time with sluts, too—but he knew Mason wouldn’t put up with it, so he called them SL, which he said was short for slave, but Mason knew he was just yanking his chain.

“Yeah.”

He didn’t feel very talkative.

“So all alone in your big house. Bored, yeah? You really should look into that service I was telling you about. FYI, they just got a new batch of SLs. Or should I say, SL-wanna-bes. J”

Then the link appeared in the chat window.

Guy knew Mason had been bored lately and told him he needed to shake things up sexually. Then he’d told him about this service that allowed a young woman to essentially sell her virginity to a wealthy man for a hefty sum of money. The fee was fifty grand. The guys who frequented the service could drop that amount without blinking an eye and some justified it by saying it was doing a great service because most of these young women were college students who used the money to pay for their education. In fact, it had been dubbed the Scholarship Fund by the men who used it.

Guy had closed his chat session, but Mason found himself staring at the link.

He had absolutely no interest in deflowering some virgin, but he couldn’t help wondering what kind of women would allow themselves to get involved in this kind of thing. Why did they resort to selling their bodies? Didn’t they have parents who could help them? Were they too lazy or inept to earn the money on their own?

He found himself clicking on the link.

A black screen opened displaying a simple insignia with a lone field underneath, requesting that he enter a code.

He knew from what Guy had told him that one had to be registered to enter the site. And Guy had paid the thousand dollars to register him as a birthday present last month.

Mason entered the username Guy had given him. BoredDom.

A new page displayed. He selected the page that talked about the type of women available through the service. It gave a pitch about how wholesome and safe they were, how enthusiastic the young women were to have this opportunity, and generally made the whole thing sound like a bunch of girl scouts wanting to sell cookies to help the poor.

He clicked on the link that would allow him to view the current women available. He wondered if the women would be naked or in seductive poses. When the page came up, it offered various selection criteria based on physical appearance, age, education level, et cetera. He just clicked on New Arrivals.

A new page opened and he stared at a list with pictures on the left and brief bios on the right. The four photos visible on the page were all of quite lovely looking young women gazing at him with bright smiles, wearing normal street clothes and sitting in a chair with their hands folded in their laps.

The photographer was excellent, though, because somehow he captured a distinct personality in each of them. They were all posed the same way, and they all smiled, but the first one clearly had an impish side. Maybe it was the way her lips turned up that gave that impression, or the glint in her eyes. The second seemed more timid. The third, he sensed would have a fiery temper, even though her hair was golden blonde rather than red.

He scanned down the page, viewing each smiling face. The timer on his phone sounded, indicating that his dinner was ready. He glided his cursor up to close the window when his eye caught on one of the smiling faces.

He frowned, then stared at the familiar smile and wide innocent eyes. But he must be mistaken. He clicked on the link labeled Details and a bigger picture of the woman appeared. His stomach clenched. Fuck, that was her. His gaze glided to the name to confirm.

Fuck, what the hell was Dana doing on a site like this.

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As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.

Opal loves nail polish, crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, and three cats. One of her sons just finished a Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and is now pursuing a second Masters at Carleton University in Ottawa. The other son is working on his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!

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Book Blitz: Mobster’s Bones by Amy Rachiele

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Book Title: Mobster’s Bones
Author: Amy Rachiele
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2015
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How can things you only glimpse for a moment sear themselves into your memory?
~Alessandra, Mobster’s Bones

Alessandra has a problem. It’s not that the Mafia is the only life she knows, her father and best friend being members.
She’s being followed. Her stalker destroys the one thing Alessandra thought they could never touch. She’s now forced to flee the only home she’s known, Palmetto.

How can someone be so beautiful? The morning sunlight is coming through the blinds on my window casting a glow around Alessandra. She has been here for a week, and we have fallen into a routine. It is sort of like she has always been here. Imagining her leaving, gives me an unwanted stone in my stomach.
~ Troy, Mobster’s Bones

Troy has his life planned out perfectly; graduate from Notre Dame with honors, get married, live a quiet life with his wife and kids in the suburbs. Just like his parents and their parents before them.
Things don’t work out according to plan – the scaffolding of his life is crumbling before his eyes. Troy’s plans didn’t include the daughter of a mob enforcer showing up at his door and sleeping in his bed. Are Alessandra and her mafia family worth throwing away the life Troy has always wanted?

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My heels click too loudly on the cement sidewalk. I’m moving fast. My fist tightens around the strap on my bag, and I pick up my already hurried pace. I shoot a quick look behind me. No one is there, but I know they are, watching me. My shoulders tighten like someone threw an ice cube down the back of my shirt. The Saturday night special in my purse should comfort me but it doesn’t; I can’t fire at shadows. I’m too nervous to even pull out my phone.

I know better than to be out on the streets at night even in a town where my dad is a Capo. I have never been afraid. I really haven’t had a reason to be. Best friends with the mob boss’s son, Antonio, my father a bad-ass enforcer for the Delisi family make it a no-brainer. Stay the fuck away from me.

Street and porch lights on symmetrical houses flit by, illuminating the cracked pavement then casting it into darkness. I’m two houses away and the pavement stretches before me like miles of empty wilderness. My breathing is labored. Echoing in my ears are abrupt huffs of air in tandem with rushing blood.

My house!

I run up the stairs and unlock the front door, throwing myself into the living room. I slam it behind me and click the lock. I turn, leaning up against it, exhausted. I kick off my shoes and slide down to the floor.

Why is this happening to me? This is destroying me. A tear pricks the corner of my eye. It is shredding me to pieces one eerie bit at a time. I realize paranoia is consuming me as I pull my legs up tight to my chest. I wrap my arms around them and bury my head. I have to tell someone. I will look weak, but I have to. I can’t take this anymore.

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Amy Rachiele is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard and Department of Veteran Affairs with family support, family readiness, as well as, families of the Fallen. Amy devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students in the Providence School System. She holds a Master’s degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. She volunteers her time at the local library facilitating a writer’s group in the hope of inspiring other writers. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, and traveling. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.

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Cover Reveal: Tread by Brandace and Justin Morrow #Giveaway

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Author: Brandace and Justin Morrow
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
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GRACE
For me, growing up did not imply independence. My whole life has been paved before me like a well-traveled road. My twenty-first birthday signaled the end of my father’s rule, and the beginning of my husband’s—where I am expected to churn out infinite children with a smile.

As I stare at the oversized Temple doors, weighed down by more than yards of heavy, white lace, I do what I have never done before.

I make a decision for myself.

I decide to run.

TREAD
Being in a motorcycle club is in my DNA, as is the military requirement to join. I served, I fought, and I survived the crucible of grueling training and intense combat. I returned to my club with newfound respect for right, wrong, and the shades of gray that connect them.

By day, I work at Ronin Auto, pulling things apart, fixing the problem, and putting them back together.

Grace and her nonfunctioning, little sedan prove to be a hiccup in a well-oiled machine.

Because by night, I smuggle soft felons into Mexico.
With things heating up at the border, and a missing MC family member, the last thing I need is an innocent to worry about.
But something about Grace makes me want to take apart all of her pieces to figure out how someone so beautiful has never even been kissed.

Against my better judgment, I strike a bargain with the little, blue-eyed beauty, and it changes everything I thought I knew. About women. About the club. About the man I’ve become.

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[roh-nin]
noun, plural ronin, ronins. Japanese History

  1. A samurai who no longer serves a daimyo, or feudal lord; a master-less Samurai.

My name is Tread, and I’m the lead mechanic for Ronin Auto. I’m also either one of the baddest motherfuckers you’ll ever meet, or the answer to your prayers. Just depends on which way your compass is pointing. Literally.

Most motorcycle clubs give you a handle when you prospect. My MC is different. We were given our handles at birth.

Our fathers founded the club after coming home from Panama, having participated in Operation Just Cause, to one members inherited land on New Mexico’s southern border.

After seeing what the cartels were capable of in Central America, the founding members saw the opportunity to help our country while helping themselves. They sent the mules back, but kept the drugs as their prize in a sometimes lethal game of hide and seek. They charged a king’s ransom to get wanted felons safely out of the country. By the time these men started having children, there was a legacy and a duty driving them to plan ahead.

Once the next generation was old enough to enlist we were on a bus out of town. Defended our nation’s freedom with pride. We went Airborne, Air Assault, and Special Forces, earning the pins and tabs that we would wear for the rest of our lives.

When our enlistments were up, we came back to our sleepy town with knowledge, honor, and righteous indignation. Arizona and Texas had walls, surveillance, and patrols, while the vast majority of New Mexico went unguarded still.

While we risked our lives and lost brothers to protect our people, illegals were walking onto U.S. soil with guns and drugs seemingly with the United States’ blessing. One hundred and eighty miles. Seven government run surveillance towers.

Ronin has controlled the border for over twenty years.

The second generation was born to this fight.

We became a dynasty.

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Brandace and Justin Morrow have been through 10 years of the Army life, including three deployments and four children. They met in seventh grade, where they had scandalous hand-holding rendezvous in the gym before school. The courtship was brief however, only lasting a week, given his aversion to the telephone. Five years later he proposed to her on the steps of that middle school weeks before it would be demolished. Through the years, there have been laughter and tears, more time apart than together. Writing is an escape for them in an all too real world. Justin still hates the telephone.

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Cover Reveal: Sweetest Kill (Black Hearts, #4) by Michelle Congdon

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Book Title: Sweetest Kill (Black Hearts, #4)
Author: Michelle Congdon
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: July 2015
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With Caleb Spencer gone, there is only one person remaining on my list. Ryuu. And I’m coming straight for him.

But just when I thought my biggest issue was Russian mobster boss, Mikhail Sokolov, expecting me to play by his rules, life found a way to flip my entire world as I know upside down.

If I want Ryuu dead, I’ll have to move quickly, before I have time to rethink and back away. The only problem is I might very well lose the one man who has risked everything for me.

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I’m cold and drenched, but I’m not moving anywhere. The rain continues to flood down, making it hard to see through the window I’m standing in front of. A drop of water lands my eye and I blink it away in annoyance only to be hit with another droplet. No matter what, I refuse to tear my gaze away from the two figures I can see inside. It’s Ryuu and his young daughter. He’s reading her a story from a book, by the fireplace. She’s sitting on his lap, dressed in a white, frilly nightgown, smiling as she points at the pages.

My mind travels back to the years I was a small child, after Ryuu supposedly found me beaten and almost unconscious on his doorstep. He never read me stories. Not like this. He never sat me down and laughed as I pulled faces. Never brushed or played with my hair and tied it into a loose braid. No. I lived out most of my childhood in a dark room with nothing but fighting equipment. I trained day and night, six days a week, while he watched and would hit me with a thin stick every time I messed up. On the seventh day, I was allowed to rest, but would have to spend the day with my head buried inside books, after all, education was still important.

I was never his daughter, I can see that now, I was taken for one purpose, to be his ultimate weapon. He knew the moment he slaughtered my family what he wanted of me, and I fell into his sticky trap. Well, not anymore.

A movement to my left distracts me and I immediately glance in the direction. It’s one of Ryuu’s guard’s, who is not quite dead.

I’d snuck through a secret entrance, only key members of the family knew about. I was one of them. The place was heavily guarded, as I anticipated, but no one quite expected me to appear through the underground passageway. I killed all of the men, well almost.

With a tiny groan, I make my way over to the barely alive man. I drag him up by the shoulders and take hold of either side of his head. With a quick, firm flick, I snap his neck. The sound of his bone snapping brings a smile to my face.

Dropping his lifeless body, I return to the window. Ryuu and his daughter are getting to their feet. He kisses her on the forehead and I watch as she skips credulously out of the room.

I reach behind me and wrap my fingers tightly around the handle of my large dagger.

It’s time to hunt.

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Michelle Congdon resides in Sydney, Australia. She enjoys reading books of all sorts of genres, watching way too many movies and TV shows (and Disney cartoons), singing out aloud to her favourite tunes, and going on adventures involving food and travel. Michelle is loud, talks a lot and shares an ever-growing list of book husbands with a friend. She has an overactive imagination, and has tried to put it to good use by sharing stories with anyone willing to listen.

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