Monday, September 29, 2014

{Blog Tour} It's Always Been You by Victoria Paige

“I’ll wait forever, sunshine. I loved you then. I love you now. I’ll always love you.”


Former Navy SEAL Travis Blake is a rising star in the security business. In two short years, Blake Security Inc. has become highly sought after by the who’s who in Washington DC.

But unbeknownst to many, Travis is haunted by the mysterious death of his wife three years before. He carries with him the guilt of not being there to protect the one person who meant everything to him. He has buried his wife, but his heart refuses to accept that the body six feet under is hers. His obsessive search for her leads him deep into the trenches of covert ops—and everything is not what it seems.

Caitlin Kincaid has been on the run for a while. The sum of her memories began three years ago when she awakened with a broken arm and leg and a severe concussion. Hunted down by a secret group within the U.S. government, her companion persuades her to stay off the grid because of the standing kill order on their heads. One night, while fleeing assassins, she is left on the side of the road with a cryptic message: “It’s time for you to stop running. I’m not the one you love.” 

When Travis receives news that the woman who has turned up at the American Embassy in Berlin could be his wife, he wastes no time getting to her. He is unprepared for the devastation that shreds him when Caitlin looks at him with no recognition in her eyes. Amnesia is a challenging enough obstacle for winning the love of his life back. But with lies defining the past three years of her life, Caitlin becomes wary of anyone’s help.

Love was never the problem. A marriage cannot survive without trust. As sinister forces threaten the bond they are trying to rebuild, trust must come quickly or one of them will die.

* Strong sexual content and language. Disturbing situations.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

{Cover Reveal} Fractured by Elizabeth Stacey

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There are no superheroes to come save the day, no knight in shining armor. No, it’s just me living in this nightmare that will never end. No one will even notice I am gone. The only family I have is stuck here in this dark place with me and I refuse to let her future repeat my past. So it’s up to me now, I am the only one that can change her fate. McKenna Brooks believed the past was behind her, until the day she woke up to find that she and her only friend have been kidnapped, and fighting to survive. Dalton “The Detonator” Taylor is living the dream. His MMA title fight is just around the corner and life is good. That is until he finds out that his sister has gone missing and his life is turned upside down. Will Dalton be able to find her before it’s too late? And what will happen when he finds out his sister is not alone? Will he be able to make the sacrifices to save them both? Can the deep connection of two people that never really knew each other save them both or will they be fractured beyond repair?
Genre Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication Date October 7th 2014
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Elizabeth Stacey is the dynamic due and creation of two friends, turned sister-in-laws, turned writers. These co-authors first met when Elizabeth started dating Stacey’s brother (aka the mountain man). The rest was history! The two have read more books than the public library can house and one day decided to turn their love for romance books into more. When they aren’t writing, reading or talking about the books they have read the two spend their time chasing their kids. Elizabeth lives with her mountain man, two munchkins, and plethora of wild animals her husband brings home. She spends hours on Pintrest looking up crafty things to annoy her husband in to building and has a crazy addiction to her ipad. Stacey is an RN spending her days roaming around the hospital searching for sick people to cure. She is a wife to a handsome cowboy and mom to one of the most adorable little chatty Cathy’s around. She also has a major obsession with the color pink. Keep up with this crazy duo and books they are creating at www.elizabethstaceybooks.com
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Friday, September 26, 2014

{Blog Stop} Enchanted &Desired by Eva Simone


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Jess Foster is your typical party girl…or so it seems….

She’s got it all, money, looks, brains and sex appeal to rival any siren. Living in Manhattan with her best friend Lily, Jess enjoys the high life, toying with men and casting them aside, but behind the party girl façade is a broken, scared young woman who feels like she can’t confide in anyone. She hides it well until she spends the night with a sexy Italian player.
Simon Mantovani doesn’t do relationships.
He’s witnessed one woman he loves being broken beyond repair. He couldn’t protect her…and he will never let that happen again. He keeps his conquests to one night only, making sure to remove any emotional connection from the equation. That is until he’s introduced to a vixen who captures his attention. Convincing himself it’s a purely physical reaction, he embarks on a quest to get her out of his system…not so easy when you recognize the pain of a broken soul behind the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.
Have Jess and Simon met their match in each other? Will they be able to forge something real together, or will their primal, undeniable attraction to each other be the very thing that rips them apart? Jess is a master of self-sabotage. Confronted with a decision that could change everything, will she put her trust in the man she so desperately wants?
A thrilling tale of caustic love between two people that swore never to go down this path. Jess and Simon will take you on a rollercoaster ride as they struggle to find their place in each other’s lives.


Sometimes love just isn’t enough…


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Eva Simone is a stay at home mother of two, wife to a wonderful hubby, and certified book addict! She studied English at university, gaining an honours degree in literature and linguistics. She rekindled her love affair with reading 4 years ago and hasn’t looked back since. At least 300 books later, with a story on the back burner she decided it was time to put her education to good use and write her first novel. Intrigued and Enchanted is the first book in The Enchanted Series and first released on May 5th 2014 to great reviews. Eva has been overwhelmed by the love and support that she has received from bloggers and her readers. Book 2 in the series, Enchanted and Desired, is due to release September 30th. With a third book planned in the series, Eva decided it was time to give Intrigued and Enchanted a revamp, and release on paperback.



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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Signed Paperback Giveaway!!!!

I have a signed paperback giveaway for Teasing Hands going on over on Goodreads. This contest is open to U.S. participants only. Head on over and enter for your chance to win. 
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The hands kneading my flesh into submission are strong, yet gentle. Rough yet tender. His talented fingers dig deep into my naked flesh applying the perfect amount of pressure, bending me to his will. 

His will which now entices me and burns itself into my every pore, ruining me for any other’s touch—but his. Once a stubborn and independent woman, I find myself wanting to submit; to give him all that I am and power over everything I can be with his guidance.

Camden Daniels has a voice full of sin built to destroy my mental walls. The dulcet sonnet of his tone controls my resolve with but a single utterance from his lips:

"Undress for me."




Prologue

“Undress for me.”
 That was all he said. No preamble or false pretense concerning what we were—I was—here for. It was all for pleasure. A fuck. He would never offer me more than that.
The sad part was that I now craved that illusive even more: a relationship with all the benefits that came with being owned by Camden. Too bad for me, it would never come to be, and that was a reality I’d come to accept. Decisions had been made.
With a small nod, I acknowledged his command, then disrobed before him. A shot of melancholy raced through me while the standard-issue spa robe fell to my feet. Today would more than likely be the last time I entered this room and served him my body. No longer would his hands squeeze and mold my pliant flesh.
My heart stuttered at that thought. Was he going to let me leave this room as just another client, the session having come to an end? Or would he stop me?
Camden’s feet came into view, bare and perfect. Just like the rest of him. My gaze traveled upward to the soft white linen pants he wore whenever I was in his space. They were threadbare, almost nonexistent, and indecent. The sweetest of tortures for me. His cock was thick and hard, pressing at the thin fabric and doing nothing to hide his size or the drops of liquid visibly seeping through the engorged head of his shaft. It twitched under the heat of my gaze, and I licked my lips. How could he be so beautiful? Be everything I never knew I wanted, but now desperately needed?
He isn’t yours. Those three words brought things back into perspective. I would be strong. Had to be …
“Look at me.” His voice; fuck him and the things they did to me. “Please, gatita.”
My eyes snapped up and met his, which looked tortured and desperate. “I need you here with me, not miles away. You know the rules.”
Rules. Funny.
The snort that escaped me wasn’t cute. It wasn’t meant to be. “Which rules are you referring to? The ones that protect you from loving me?”
“Amanda, please let’s not ruin our time—”
 I ignored his bullshit and continued to push. “Or are you referring to the ones that make me feel like nothing but a dirty little secret? Like I’m your whore?”
Camden’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t you fucking ever—”
“Or what?” I laughed bitterly. There was no going back for us.
“Fuck, little girl.” He growled and reached out to grab my arm, but I was quicker and pulled back.
I moved until my back hit the wall; the space between us gave me just enough breathing room to get my point across. “Don’t,” I begged. My voice was hoarse from having to keep my emotions under control. “Don’t feed me your lies or excuses. It is what it is. I’m the client and you, my masseuse. Just do what you’re being paid to do.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Camden stalked forward, lithe, like a jungle cat trapping his prey. “Is this because of what happened at Rage?”
I didn’t answer and looked away. Seeing him there, with her of all people, had crushed me.
“You know nothing happened, gatita. I would’ve told you if it had.” He caged me in then, hands on the wall to either side of my head. There was no escaping his perfection when he was this close. “You can’t go all jealous on me and throw a tantrum when I don’t belong to you.”
His words stung, yet they were just what I’d come to expect from him. What I needed to hear to cut the emotional ties that held me his captive. “That goes both ways, you know?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The rumble in his chest made my knees feel weak.
“Exactly what it states. I am not yours to hold onto anymore.”
Camden banged his fist once against the wall before pulling away. He was too possessive of what he didn’t want to own.
“Amanda…I can’t.”
“Neither can I,” I added in a remorseful whisper, then pulled myself off the wall.
My feet carried me over to the bed in the center of the room, but before I laid down on the cold surface, I walked over to my purse and pulled out a pair of panties. It wasn’t much in the way of coverage, but my point had been made clear. Camden’s normally clear, blue eyes were stormy, flickering from mine to my legs, and the physical representation of the invisible wall I was erecting between us. He stayed silent as he stared at me. It was better this way. Hurt less.
Lying down, I grabbed the plain white sheet he kept for show on the small table next to the bed and pulled it over my lower half. The weight of his stare made my movements jerky. Thick tension surrounded me. His eyes burned me.
“There’s somewhere I need to be within the next hour.” My low tone sounded like a loud wail inside the small sanctuary, a room where opulence and soothing music played in the background. This space was meant to be warm, relaxing, and what others used to forget their worldly troubles. To let go.
For me, though, it was a different kind of release that came with each session. I now yearned for what his fingers could make me do. The way he tore pleasure from my body without asking permission. None was ever needed. Camden conquered and dominated my body.
Only he could give me what I craved, both mentally and physically. The way those masterful hands rubbed and extricated my troubles, attracting my naturally submissive sensuality to come forward and play, was all Camden.
His hand reached out and grabbed the sheet covering me. He fisted the thin material in his hands but didn’t touch me, and I felt the scorching waves of heat which rolled off his body.
“Where do you have to be, Amanda?” His question came out as a low rumble, animalistic and hypnotic. “Its off-season, and you don’t have practice.”
I shrugged and closed my eyes. “None of your business.”
“The fuck it isn’t,” he all but snarled and pulled the sheet from my body. “Where the hell are you going?”
“To finally move on.” They were the wrong choice of words; I knew they would be the moment they passed my lips.
“Never.”
One word was all he gave me before his hands flipped me over and his mouth took possession of mine. Camden’s kiss told me everything he couldn’t.
That I was his.
He wasn’t letting me go.
It also said he knew I was aware of his ownership over my person. The same way he acknowledged my submission to his male dominance. There was no other person for either of us, yet he wouldn’t give in to me.
Sadly, between his bullshit excuses and client non-fraternization rules, all I would ever be was Amanda Brooks to him. The daughter of a city council member, a women’s college basketball player, and a client.
It killed me to accept what had been plain to see, when all I wanted was to forever be his sweet littlegatita

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

{Cover Reveal} Enchanted and Desired (Enchanted Series Book 2) by Eva Simone



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Jess Foster is your typical party girl…or so it seems….

She’s got it all, money, looks, brains and sex appeal to rival any siren. Living in Manhattan with her best friend Lily, Jess enjoys the high life, toying with men and casting them aside, but behind the party girl façade is a broken, scared young woman who feels like she can’t confide in anyone. She hides it well until she spends the night with a sexy Italian player.
Simon Mantovani doesn’t do relationships.
He’s witnessed one woman he loves being broken beyond repair. He couldn’t protect her…and he will never let that happen again. He keeps his conquests to one night only, making sure to remove any emotional connection from the equation. That is until he’s introduced to a vixen that captures his attention. Convincing himself it’s a purely physical reaction, he embarks on a quest to get her out of his system…not so easy when you recognize the pain of a broken soul behind the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.
Have Jess and Simon met their match in each other? Will they be able to forge something real together, or will their primal, undeniable attraction to each other be the very thing that rips them apart? Jess is a master of self-sabotage. Confronted with a decision that could change everything, will she put her trust in the man she so desperately wants?
A thrilling tale of caustic love between two people that swore never to go down this path. Jess and Simon will take you on a rollercoaster ride as they struggle to find their place in each other’s lives.

Sometimes love just isn’t enough…

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

{Blog Tour Kick Off} Teasing Hands by Elena M. Reyes

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Synopsis: The hands kneading my flesh into submission are strong, yet gentle. Rough yet tender. His talented fingers dig deep into my naked flesh applying the perfect amount of pressure, bending me to his will. His will which now entices me and burns itself into my every pore, ruining me for any other’s touch—but his. Once a stubborn and independent woman, I find myself wanting to submit; to give him all that I am and power over everything I can be with his guidance. Camden Daniels has a voice full of sin built to destroy my mental walls. The dulcet sonnet of his tone controls my resolve with but a single utterance from his lips: “Undress for me."
Genre Erotica/ Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication Date September 17th 2014
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Prologue

“Undress for me.”
 That was all he said. No preamble or false pretense concerning what we were—I was—here for. It was all for pleasure. A fuck. He would never offer me more than that.
The sad part was that I now craved that illusive even more: a relationship with all the benefits that came with being owned by Camden. Too bad for me, it would never come to be, and that was a reality I’d come to accept. Decisions had been made.
With a small nod, I acknowledged his command, then disrobed before him. A shot of melancholy raced through me while the standard-issue spa robe fell to my feet. Today would more than likely be the last time I entered this room and served him my body. No longer would his hands squeeze and mold my pliant flesh.
My heart stuttered at that thought. Was he going to let me leave this room as just another client, the session having come to an end? Or would he stop me?
Camden’s feet came into view, bare and perfect. Just like the rest of him. My gaze traveled upward to the soft white linen pants he wore whenever I was in his space. They were threadbare, almost nonexistent, and indecent. The sweetest of tortures for me. His cock was thick and hard, pressing at the thin fabric and doing nothing to hide his size or the drops of liquid visibly seeping through the engorged head of his shaft. It twitched under the heat of my gaze, and I licked my lips. How could he be so beautiful? Be everything I never knew I wanted, but now desperately needed?
He isn’t yours. Those three words brought things back into perspective. I would be strong. Had to be …
“Look at me.” His voice; fuck him and the things they did to me. “Please, gatita.”
My eyes snapped up and met his, which looked tortured and desperate. “I need you here with me, not miles away. You know the rules.”
Rules. Funny.
The snort that escaped me wasn’t cute. It wasn’t meant to be. “Which rules are you referring to? The ones that protect you from loving me?”
“Amanda, please let’s not ruin our time—”
 I ignored his bullshit and continued to push. “Or are you referring to the ones that make me feel like nothing but a dirty little secret? Like I’m your whore?”
Camden’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t you fucking ever—”
“Or what?” I laughed bitterly. There was no going back for us.
“Fuck, little girl.” He growled and reached out to grab my arm, but I was quicker and pulled back.
I moved until my back hit the wall; the space between us gave me just enough breathing room to get my point across. “Don’t,” I begged. My voice was hoarse from having to keep my emotions under control. “Don’t feed me your lies or excuses. It is what it is. I’m the client and you, my masseuse. Just do what you’re being paid to do.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Camden stalked forward, lithe, like a jungle cat trapping his prey. “Is this because of what happened at Rage?”
I didn’t answer and looked away. Seeing him there, with her of all people, had crushed me.
“You know nothing happened, gatita. I would’ve told you if it had.” He caged me in then, hands on the wall to either side of my head. There was no escaping his perfection when he was this close. “You can’t go all jealous on me and throw a tantrum when I don’t belong to you.”
His words stung, yet they were just what I’d come to expect from him. What I needed to hear to cut the emotional ties that held me his captive. “That goes both ways, you know?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The rumble in his chest made my knees feel weak.
“Exactly what it states. I am not yours to hold onto anymore.”
Camden banged his fist once against the wall before pulling away. He was too possessive of what he didn’t want to own.
“Amanda…I can’t.”
“Neither can I,” I added in a remorseful whisper, then pulled myself off the wall.
My feet carried me over to the bed in the center of the room, but before I laid down on the cold surface, I walked over to my purse and pulled out a pair of panties. It wasn’t much in the way of coverage, but my point had been made clear. Camden’s normally clear, blue eyes were stormy, flickering from mine to my legs, and the physical representation of the invisible wall I was erecting between us. He stayed silent as he stared at me. It was better this way. Hurt less.
Lying down, I grabbed the plain white sheet he kept for show on the small table next to the bed and pulled it over my lower half. The weight of his stare made my movements jerky. Thick tension surrounded me. His eyes burned me.
“There’s somewhere I need to be within the next hour.” My low tone sounded like a loud wail inside the small sanctuary, a room where opulence and soothing music played in the background. This space was meant to be warm, relaxing, and what others used to forget their worldly troubles. To let go.
For me, though, it was a different kind of release that came with each session. I now yearned for what his fingers could make me do. The way he tore pleasure from my body without asking permission. None was ever needed. Camden conquered and dominated my body.
Only he could give me what I craved, both mentally and physically. The way those masterful hands rubbed and extricated my troubles, attracting my naturally submissive sensuality to come forward and play, was all Camden.
His hand reached out and grabbed the sheet covering me. He fisted the thin material in his hands but didn’t touch me, and I felt the scorching waves of heat which rolled off his body.
“Where do you have to be, Amanda?” His question came out as a low rumble, animalistic and hypnotic. “Its off-season, and you don’t have practice.”
I shrugged and closed my eyes. “None of your business.”
“The fuck it isn’t,” he all but snarled and pulled the sheet from my body. “Where the hell are you going?”
“To finally move on.” They were the wrong choice of words; I knew they would be the moment they passed my lips.
“Never.”
One word was all he gave me before his hands flipped me over and his mouth took possession of mine. Camden’s kiss told me everything he couldn’t.
That I was his.
He wasn’t letting me go.
It also said he knew I was aware of his ownership over my person. The same way he acknowledged my submission to his male dominance. There was no other person for either of us, yet he wouldn’t give in to me.
Sadly, between his bullshit excuses and client non-fraternization rules, all I would ever be was Amanda Brooks to him. The daughter of a city council member, a women’s college basketball player, and a client.
It killed me to accept what had been plain to see, when all I wanted was to forever be his sweet little gatita

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elenamreyesElena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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