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Cover Reveal for Give Me Yesterday by Elle Christensen and K.Webster!

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High powered divorce lawyer, Victoria Larkin, is known as the ice queen. Tough. Emotionless. What they don’t know, is that ten years ago, she lost everything. Including her hope for the future.

Chase Monroe struggles with his own demons. Devastated by guilt and on a mission to correct his past, he uses his skills as a college psychology professor to help others move beyond their grief.

When Victoria is forced to attend grief counselling, she meets Chase, and there is an instant attraction. Chase is determined to help her confront her past and find happiness. Victoria is afraid to relive her pain.

Just as they begin to step forward, tragedy strikes and throws them backwards, and they find themselves, once again, shackled to the past.

Can Chase and Victoria find the path to a happy future together? Or will they forever be wishing for yesterday?

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Clack. Clack. Clack.

        The angry clicks of high heels on linoleum thunders through the buzz of voices in the room, alerting me of our newest arrival before she even emerges from the hallway.  I check off her name on my list and fold the paper, tucking it into the back pocket of my jeans.  Lifting my eyes to the doorway, I await the notorious Victoria Larkin.

        I’m not sure what I’m expecting.

        Maybe a monster with bright red claws.

        Perhaps a manlike woman with bulging muscles and a bowl cut.

        What I don’t expect is a gorgeous, angry angel.

        A blonde, blue-eyed woman, despite it being a casual, Saturday afternoon, fills the doorway with her fierce presence and perfectly styled hair.  Whereas everyone else, including me, is wearing jeans and T-shirts, she’s overdressed and out of place in her white silky, long-sleeved shirt that’s tucked into her crisp, black pants.  Her lips are blood red, as if she snacked on the ducks that live on the pond behind the community center before arriving and match her glossy, spiked heels.

        Her nostrils flare in resentment as she surveys the room.  Disdain paints her features as she makes quick work of eyeing up everyone in the room, clearly judging them before she meets them.  I’m sure Bill seems like a dirty old man flirting with sweet Glenda.  And Nate, probably appears to be some goofy goon as he guffaws at a joke Claudia tells him.

        The way she lifts her nose in the air in a haughty manner has me bristling with irritation.  What she doesn’t see is Bill, the man that used to cry at every session over the loss of his wife of twenty-three years, is finally beginning to smile and test the dating waters after three years since her death.

        What she doesn’t see is Nate, a single father of three, who despite his laughter, aches for the loss of his wife Cindy in Afghanistan.  He struggles each day to be mom and dad to his little girls.

        What she doesn’t see is me, a psychology professor that teaches about the five stages of grief, but most days, I’m fighting depression and the self-loathing that threatens to swallow me up.

        She may be sexy as hell—rockin’ the whole naughty librarian look—but her insolence grates on my nerves.  Her holier-than-though attitude leaves a sour taste in my mouth and a desire to defend every single one of my friends to her.

        When her sapphire eyes meet mine, relief washes over her features and I sit up to face the woman head on.  She ignores the diarrhea promised cookies Glenda offers and stalks over to me.  With each step, I admire the way her full tits bounce with the fabric.  She may be a bitch, but she’s a hot one.

 Instead of introducing herself, she sits on the chair beside me and clasps her hands in her lap, lifting her chin high in the air.  I watch with interest as she then glances at the time on her expensive watch and huffs.

        “Jesus, I swear.  People have no respect for other’s time.  Time is money,” she gripes.  “When a meeting begins at three, I expect it to begin at three.  Not three-oh-five.”

        I raise a dark brow at her and steal a glance at the clock on the wall that reads one minute till three.

        “Bastards,” I agree, with a chuckle.  “Some of us have shit to do.”

 

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Elle Christensen

 

I’m a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance.

 

I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.

 

I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for my attention.

 

I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!

 

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  1. Webster

 

K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

 

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.  

 

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

 

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Release Day Blitz! You’re It Series: a TAG novella by: Shari J Ryan!

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You’re It
Series: a TAG novella
by: Shari J Ryan
104 pages
Release Date: August 31, 2015
Published by: Booktrope

 

Synopsis:
Our little family has been together for four years, and life has been good, considering my track record. But In the blink of an eye, my ease was suddenly gone when I heard his terrifying words. I knew from the look on Tango’s face and the way he avoided my gaze—all hell was about to break loose. Now it seems like the dangers I spent years desperately avoiding are starting to threaten my happily ever after.

 

Maybe it’s because I let my guard down. Or maybe it’s because I was starting to trust again. But I can’t even trust the people closest to me, and now I remember why.
Screw with me, that’s one thing. Screw with my family, and we’ve got a problem…

 

****This novella can be read as a standalone!****

 

 

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Excerpt:

 

PROLOGUE
CALI

 

I know this man well enough to know when something’s up. He doesn’t skip a meal. He generally refuses to miss bedtime stories with our daughter, and he never leaves the house without a word.
Unless something is wrong.
Something’s wrong.
I poke my head into the garage and squeeze through the dozens of boxes near the doorway. I hear grunting, heavy breathing and the sound of metal clinking against metal—I can smell the sweat from here.
I make my way out of the boxes, lean against a pillar and fold my arms over my chest in hopes of an explanation. An excuse. Anything.  
The weights thud against the cement and Tango reaches across the bench for his rag, which he drags across his forehead, slowly, purposely avoiding my cold stare. “Is Tyler already asleep?” he asks before removing the rag from his eyes.
“After four books and counting two-hundred sheep, yes, she’s asleep.” I move in closer, arching a brow, giving him the look I know he’s trying desperately to ignore. “What is it?”
He drops the rag and repositions his weights against the wall, lining them up meticulously, giving himself a little more time to answer my simple question. “Just working out, baby.”
“Don’t baby me. You only pump hundreds when something’s up.”
He takes a couple of deep breaths and looks at me with his shamrock green eyes, giving me the Bambi stare, as if I’m going to melt from his loving gaze. It usually works, but I weakened to be strong tonight. Something is wrong. I know it. “There’s nothing to worry about.” He cups his hand around my cheek, lifting my chin to look at him. “Remember, I’ll tell you if there’s something to worry about.”
The last time he said that to me, a scientist who held him hostage for almost a year showed up at one of his jobs and, without warning, made him leave the country for a week. I got a text message from him telling me not to worry. Then his phone was shut off. All I knew was that my husband didn’t come home from work that day, and our little girl cried for him at bedtime every night for a week. He reminds me constantly that he signed a deal with the devil, but it was so he didn’t have to live with him. I get it in theory, but God, why does there have to be such a high price for breathing?
“Just tell me if you’re going to disappear again. Because I swear to God, Tango, if that happens again, I’ll go looking for you.”
He takes my hand, the hand I’m trying to keep from shaking, and lays it on his heart as he pulls me into him. “If I disappear, you’re coming with me.”

 

::The one that started it all::
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TAG
264 Pages
Published: November 7, 2014
Published by: Booktrope

 

Synopsis:
What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.

 

But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.

 

Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.

 

In author Shari J. Ryan’s gripping novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.

 

 

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About the Author:
Shari J. Ryan is an Amazon Top 100 Bestselling author, a Barnes & Noble Top 10 Bestselling author, and an iBookstore #1 Bestselling author. She hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her husband and two lively little boys. Shari has always had an active imagination and enjoys losing herself in the fictional worlds she creates.

 

When Shari isn’t writing, she can usually be found cleaning toys up off the floor.
To learn more, visit her at, www.sharijryan.com.

 

 

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Sam & Mason return in Fallen Crest University!

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Fallen Crest is back with a vengeance!

Samantha, Mason, and Logan are all together and united with one common enemy: Park Sebastian, the king of fraternity douchebags.

With professional football scouts eyeing his every move, Mason Kade has to walk the line for the first time in his life. Any move he makes against Sebastian has to be perfect and under the radar. One mistake, and his career is over.

Sebastian has other plans. Mason’s career isn’t his target—not even close. Wanting to destroy Mason completely, Sebastian knows he must hit him where it hurts the most: Samantha, who doesn’t give a rat’s ass that she’s the target.

Sam is bound and determined to protect Mason herself, no matter the cost, but what if the cost is beyond her imagination? What if this time, the villain wins?

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Excerpt 

She was confident. She moved with purpose.

It hit me how much she changed from when she’d moved in with Analise. She’d lost everything. She hadn’t cared about anything, and she had been a badass because of it—striking out, not giving a shit. Logan and I took her in, and then she had something to lose—me. She got scared. She was pushed around by the girls and bullied by her own mother, and through all that crap, she’d still fought. She’d clawed her way back up, protecting and loving Logan and me at the same time.

Good god. I wanted to pull her on top of me. I wanted to lose myself in her.

When I sat on the couch, Sam had a knowing grin, and she sat right where I wanted her, right where maybe she shouldn’t have. My hands held her hips as she straddled me. She looped her arms around my neck and rested her forehead to mine.

Her grin never dimmed, not even as she teased, “Why do I feel like we’re in high school, and I don’t want my mom to catch us making out in the basement?”

Shit, I love this woman.

A smooth and lazy low laugh flitted from her lips. I waited for her to find my mouth with hers, but she didn’t.

She held back and her eyes traced over my face. “What happened today?”

I wasn’t going to tell her. More time. I needed more time.

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Author Information

I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Blog Tour for for This Love by Hilaria Alexander! August 28th, 2015!

Title: This Love
Author: Hilaria Alexander
Release Date: Aug 4, 2015
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Running off to Amsterdam is the best decision Ella ever made in her life. In just a few months, she’s been able to put her past behind her and has found a new family and friends. She can almost ignore the voices in her head telling her this idyllic scenario is temporary.
When Lou Rivers shows up in Amsterdam, he’s the constant reminder of the life she led and the mistakes she made. As the two of them embark on an emotional and musical journey across Europe, Ella will have to face her own insecurities and make a decision that might break them apart forever.

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I had never kissed with my eyes open. This was going to be my first time. It took me a couple of seconds to be completely aware of what was happening and realize that I wasn’t imagining his lips pressed on mine. I closed my eyes then, and my lips parted, searching for his tongue. I had wanted this kiss for days, and my tongue wrapped around his a little too fast, too eager.
His hands cradled my face so softly, so gently. My arms circled his neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair. His lips were silky soft, and there was a faint taste of cinnamon on his tongue from the apple tart we just had. His tongue caressed mine over and over until I was breathless. A moan escaped my mouth as he released me and he attacked me again, nibbling at my bottom lip. When he kissed me again and started sucking on my tongue, I was a goner. Heat spread under my skin, coursing through my body, all the way to my fingertips.
He stopped kissing me and released a breath. I found him looking at me with an expression of wonderment in his eyes.
I was glad it was nighttime. The way he was looking at me, had my heart hammering against my chest, and the blood rushing to my cheeks.
Maybe one day I would live to tell Lou Rivers had mad kissing skills. I’d be like one of Elvis’ many flings telling the press—decades later—how great he was. I wondered if I’d get to say we had gone out on dates.
“I’m really sorry about earlier,” he said.
“You should never follow a kiss with an ‘I’m sorry,’” I told him playfully.
“I can’t catch a break with you, can I?” he asked, chuckling.
I shook my head no, but I was smiling at him.
“Are we good?”
I nodded.
“Was it good?” he asked, leaning in, bumping his shoulder against mine.
“Oh my God! What are you, fifteen?” I slapped him playfully on the arm.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a smugness I hadn’t seen before.
“You know, I’m really not too sure it was that good. I can hardly remember it, already,” I teased.
“You already forgot our first kiss?” he jokingly asked, the smile on his face telling me he was enjoying this. Our first kiss. By the way he said it, it sounded like it was going to be followed by many more.
“I might need a refresher,” I answered, looking at him defiantly.
He leaned down and kissed me again. This time, things were different. Our first kiss was slow, gentle, building. As his lips claimed me, he closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to him. As his tongue kept teasing me and tantalizing me, he placed a hand around my waist, and with the other one behind my head, he dipped me slightly backwards. Show-off. I gripped his shoulders, trying to hold my balance. His body was flushed against mine, and I felt something else as well. Apparently, it didn’t take much for him to get…excited. I liked that I was the one doing that to him. His tongue circled around mine over and over, going deeper. It knocked the breath out of me. This one was an unforgettable kiss. And now I was going to want more; there was no going back.
He stopped, leaving me mid-kiss. A sigh escaped me, and as I opened my eyes, I glanced at him. He was breathing fast, and even in the semi-darkness his eyes looked wilder and even more magnetic than usual. A satisfied, lopsided grin spread on his face.
“There. You shouldn’t forget this one. I was trying to be a gentleman earlier.”
“So you were,” I replied, trying to regain control of my body.
He leaned down, gave me one last peck, took my hand, and said, “Let’s go.”
Neither of us could say a word the entire time we were walking back, but his hold on my hand was strong, and I felt like I never wanted to let it go. From time to time, I could feel his eyes on me, but I never looked in his direction, partly because I had a stupid smile I couldn’t wipe off my face. I wanted to lean into him and have his arms around me.
When we got to Johan’s, I finally looked up. Now, this was going to be awkward. How were we going to say goodbye? With a handshake, a hug, or another kiss?
Thankfully, I didn’t have time to think about it much longer, because his strong arms enveloped me and slowly pushed me backwards, until I was against the brick wall. He pressed his body against mine and my arms ran up his body, wrapping around his neck. Our noses touched first, and then our mouths were devouring each other again.
Everybody thinks they know how to kiss, but a lot of people don’t give it the right emphasis. Some guys are so rushed with it, like they are just trying to hurriedly open the doorway to your vagina. That’s one way to shut that door down for good. Guys seem to forget that kissing is the prelude to everything else. It’s the way you introduced yourself. Some guys I’ve kissed wouldn’t open their mouth enough or even give you enough access to their tongue. And they’d be so boring. After a few minutes, I was ready to be done with them. But this, the feeling of his tongue around mine and his soft full lips kissing my face and my neck…I could have kissed him for hours. Lou went from wrapping his tongue around mine to gently biting my bottom lip, and then kissing me under my chin, all the way under my ear, only to trail back up and do it all over again.
His light stubble tickled me at times, but somehow it only made me more aroused. I started shivering under his touch when he slipped one hand under my sweater, trailing all the way up to my ribcage, sliding it under my bra. He took one of my breasts in his hand and started teasing my nipple with his thumb and index finger. I grinded my hips against his while a moan escaped my mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair and started trailing kisses on his neck, sucking on his earlobe. His other hand made its way under my sweater, and they were both caressing my back and it almost seemed as if he was aiming to take my bra off. Okay, this had gone too far.
“Okay, smooth kisser,” I whispered in his ear, my voice low and breathy, “it is Amsterdam and all, but we’re still in the street, making out next to my place of employment. I’d say we have gone far enough,” I pulled away from him, holding his gaze, panting like prey running away from its hunter.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“You do say that a lot,” I teased him, mimicking what he had just told me a few days earlier.
“Just tonight, I swear,” he replied, giving me a grin that was hard to resist.

Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still lives. She attended college at the Istituto Universitario Orientale in Naples, Italy, and lived one year in Tokyo, Japan, as part of an exchange student program. She now lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. When she isn’t at work, she is reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and making up story-lines in her mind. She loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict. This Love is her second romance novel. She published her first novel, Prude, in January 2015.

 

Release Day Blitz for Decide Reede : The Untold Story + Review + Giveaway!

DECIDE
Declan Reede: The Untold Story

Strap in, get ready to start your engines and see where it all began.

 

From an early age, Declan Reede’s only goal was to race in the ProV8 Championship Series. One thing he couldn’t anticipate was that a blistering kiss shared with his best friend, Alyssa Dawson, might derail his plans.

While he knows things between them will never be the same, it’s impossible to predict just where the road will take them, or how rocky it might get.

Will he decide to fight for love or follow his dreams?Genre: New Adult Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: 27th August 2015

Cover Artist: Soxsationalcoverart

Principal photography by: NSP Studios 

Cover models: Ashleigh Johnson and Jarah Armstrong.

 

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Once we
were alone on our way to school, she glanced down at our joined hands and then
back up at me. Her wide smile and bright eyes told me she was feeling the same
warm feelings I was.
“Hey,
boyfriend,” she said as she gave my hand a squeeze.
The
shit-eating grin lifted my cheeks again. “Hi yourself, girlfriend.”
“We
probably shouldn’t play hooky today, should we?” Without releasing my hand, she
sped up a little before turning to walk backwards so that she could meet my
eyes.
I
thought about the day we could have if we did and ached to say yes. “We
probably shouldn’t. It’s probably a better idea to prove we’re going to be
responsible even if we’re a couple.”
“Hmm,
couple. I like the sound of it.” She turned around again, resting her head
against my arm as we walked.
I
dropped her hand and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
“Maybe
we can still be responsible if we’re a little late though?” she asked.
“Maybe.
Why? What do you have in mind?”
She
dragged me in the direction of the park where we’d played cards the day
before—the park which had been “ours” for as long as I could remember and where
everything had changed.
“Well,
our first date was cut a little short, don’t you think?”
The
ghost of her lips tracing over mine filled my mind, together with the memory of
her tongue tangling with my own.
“Definitely,”
I said, unable to keep the lust and desire from my voice.
We
walked in silence until we arrived at our park. Without any verbal agreement,
we made our way toward the table we’d claimed as our spot years earlier.
Alyssa
sat on the bench and I took my usual place perched behind her on the table. I
placed my legs on either side of her body and leaned my chin on the top of her
head. It was a position we’d sat in hundreds of times before as we chatted
about anything and everything. Only, this time it was different. Neither of us
spoke, which had never really happened before. The silence around us was almost
maddening; the only sound, our matching breaths.
“So—”
we both said at the same time, before stopping at the same time.
“You
go—” Again our voices were almost perfectly in sync.
I
chuckled as she turned around and knelt on the bench to look at me. I helped
her up onto the table beside me and just looked at her for a moment. Her lips
called to me, and I wanted to kiss her, longed to with every part of me, but I
didn’t know if I should. I didn’t want kissing to be the only thing we had.
There was so much more that I liked about her and none of those things had
changed. Yet it was still different. Everything was different.
“Don’t
hate me for asking, but is this weird as hell for you too?” she asked.
My
relief that I wasn’t the only one who was feeling the new, odd atmosphere
surrounding us escaped in a quiet laugh. “So
weird.”
“It
shouldn’t be though, should it?”
“No. I
mean, we’re still us, right?”
She
practically leapt in place. “Right!”
“We’re
still friends,” I added. “We always will be.”
“Exactly.
We’re just friends that kiss now.”
As she
said the words, my gaze was drawn to her bright pink lip gloss. I licked my
lips. “Friends that kiss a lot?”
“If
you’re lucky.”
I
trailed my hands into her hair, drawing her face slowly closer to mine. “Am I?”
“I
don’t know,” she whispered. Her lips were so close to mine that I could feel
her breath on my skin. “I’m starting to think that maybe I’m the lucky one.”
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AUTHOR BIO

Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.

 

Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.

 

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REVIEW


Decide (Declan Reede: The Untold Story, #0.5)Decide by Michelle Irwin

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This was a great introduction into the beginning of Declan and Alyssa story. They were best friends forever, turn lover. Their story was a typical girl and boy falling in love. But sometimes that love is complicated when you are young and you have goals you want to accomplish.

Their story was sweet, innocent, and at times painful. My heart was nearly ripped out when everything crumbled.

This book was fast-pass. I could not finish this fast enough and start into book 1 Decline. This book is so good, so full of angst. Definitely a must read.

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Title: Twisted Boundaries

Author: Michelle Horst

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: September 30th, 2015

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Synopsis

I live a life of darkness.

They sold my brother for money.
I was kept to make money for them.

I thought I escaped it all, but the monster is back.
I’m not worth anything to him anymore, so now he’s going after my brother.

There are only two things I fear; the darkness and water.
I’m not scared of pain.
I’m not scared of death.

I’m prepared to die and to make sure that monster goes with me.

Authors Note and WARNING: Twisted Boundaries is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable.
Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.

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This book is not for everyone. Please only read it if you can handle the subject matter and are able to keep an open mind whilst reading. If you want a perfect love story, this is not it.

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He stole me. He broke me. I’m being auctioned for Fifty thousand dollars. Now, I don’t belong to anyone but strangely enough I wanted to belong to him. It’s his eyes … I lost myself in them

Authors Note and WARNING: Dark Boundaries is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable. Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations. *** Standalone *** *** No Cliffhanger *** *** HEA *** This book is not for everyone. Please only read it if you can handle the subject matter and are able to keep an open mind whilst reading. If you want a perfect love story, this is not it.

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He’s my cousin and I love to hate him.
He bullies me.
He tries to break me every chance he gets
I remind him constantly that he’s adopted. It’s the only weapon I have against him.Authors Note and WARNING: Cruel Boundaries is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable.
Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.*** Standalone ***
*** No Cliffhanger ***
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Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old and is from the land of milk and honey. She’s been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for other cultures, but she has an ultimate soft spot for nature and animals. She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey. One filled with joy. One filled with passion and heart stopping moments. But most of all, it’s filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is nothing as satisfying as that. Thank you for each and every story you share with me. Sunshine Smiles from around the world and back,Michelle ;).

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Title: Only You (A Second Chance Novel)

Author: Stephanie Rose

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 14, 2015

Cover Design: Najla Qamber at Najla Qamber Designs

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Synopsis

Only You is a STANDALONE novel in the Second Chances Series.

I spent my life searching for love, but Evan was right there all along. As gorgeous on the inside as he was on the outside, I never had to wonder if he loved me. He showed me with every glance, every sweet touch, every scorching kiss.

I wanted nothing more than to give him my forever—until I found out I may not have one.

Paige was the girl of my dreams. So beautiful in every way; no one would ever compare. I feared she would never be mine, and then she became my everything. I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.

I wanted her to be my forever. But love may not be enough.

Why do I have to say good-bye to the love of my life? How can I let you go—when it’s always been only you?

PLEASE NOTE: Only You is a Contemporary Romance with intense language and sexual situations meant for readers 18 and up.

Prologue

Paige

My eyelids were weak and heavy. All I did now was sleep, but I was still too tired to wake up. I didn’t even remember how I got here.

It took a pathetic amount of strength to lift my head and glance over the tray of food. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but pretty sure it was late. Why they thought I wanted crackers now was beyond me. They can’t really expect me to eat, can they? Swallowing anything was torturous thanks to the deep open sores that trailed down my throat. Water burned, so the thought of eating anything was as appealing as chowing down on sandpaper—and would probably feel the same going down.

I curled into the fetal position as I shivered and rubbed at my skin to get warm and felt the pointy bone through the flesh of my arms. I reached for the covers and winced at the pain fingers as I gathered up the scratchy fabric and pulled it over my aching shoulders.

It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. Most of all, it hurt to think.

The life I wanted, with the man I wanted, haunted my dreams.

You own me. Can’t you see that?

You’re mine. You’re everything.

I…can’t see my future with anyone else but you.

I finally found what I’d been looking for my entire life, but I couldn’t keep it.

The sound of voices yelling outside my hospital room snatched me out of my thoughts. I pushed myself up, panting at the exertion it took to sit upright. I leaned back on my elbows and my weak heart leaped in my chest when I recognized the voice causing all the commotion outside—the voice I’d know anywhere.

“I need to see her, please.”

Evan? No, no, no. I didn’t want him to see me like this. How did he find out I was here?

“I’m sorry, sir. Immediate family only. This is the ICU.”

“I’m not leaving. Paige? Daisy, it’s me!” My heavy head dropped to my hands. The sobs that ran through me made it difficult to breathe thanks to the oxygen tubes filtering through my nose. Pushing him away was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I did it for him.

I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted him to hold me, tell me he loved me and know he would never leave me. I wanted that so fucking much it ached.

“Sir, please. She’s a very sick girl.”

In time, he’d see. He deserved someone who could give him a life, children, and a future. All things I can’t offer him, no matter how much I wished things were different. He deserved better than this, better than me.

The door was half closed but opened with such force that it banged into the wall and made me jump. Evan marched up to my bed and took my face in his hands. His hay colored eyes filled with tears as his hands shook.

“I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.” His voice quivered with emotion, but I wasn’t sure if it was sadness, rage, or a combination of the two.

“Now, you’re going to tell me exactly what’s going on. And why you lied to me—”

 

About The Author

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Stephanie lives in the Bronx, New York with her superhero-obsessed husband and son.

Her day job is marketing, but she always has a story in her head.

This lifelong New Yorker lives for Starbucks, book boyfriends, and 80s rock

After spending most of her youth watching soaps, Stephanie has an obsession with angsty drama and hot romance.

She’s excited to finally bring the characters she’s been dreaming about to life!

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Cover Reveal – Kirsty-Anne Still’s upcoming release, Trigger!

Title: Trigger (Pericolo #2.5)
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Sept 18, 2015
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I used to watch her through the lights. I watched as her body turned and twisted as she morphed into my siren. 

I wanted her—I craved every ounce of Ryleigh Turner. But I knew once I had her, all I would do was corrupt every inch of her pretty little soul.

Valentinos aren’t made for tales of love. We star in the horror stories you fear.

We’re the monsters that make you scared to ever hope again.

It’s time that she realises that.

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He’s watched me for months, given me every reason to allow my curiosity to start killing me slowly.

He makes the world melt away; he makes me want to throw all my inhibitions away and greet him personally. But every time the music ends and the lights lift, he vanishes, crushing my hopes.

Until one day, a moment of chance happens.

How does a man like Dante Valentino cope with a woman as messed up as me?

Easy.

I let him have every inch of my tainted soul.

***

Not all love stories have a beautiful start.

Some just need a perfect trigger.

**This is a dark romance with intense scenes of murder and sex. There is coarse language used throughout. Not for the faint hearted.

“This curiosity will be the death of you,” he mutters, a mirthful tune to his voice. “Trust me, you don’t want to know more,” he tells me, lowering his tone once more in the hope his darkened stance will scare me off a little. “I am not the sort of man you want in your life.”
“Don’t sound so certain you know me,” I quip, daring him. “Don’t ever assume you know me.”
“Oh, I know you alright,” he starts to tell me. “I know you’re a survivor, which makes you inquisitive. It, also, makes you stupid and believe you’re invincible. Which you’re not. You believe you can handle more than most think you can.”
“I can handle more than most,” I finalise, a defiant fire beginning to build within me.
“Then prove it.”
I can tell by the look on his face the line escapes him way before he could possibly stop it. I have also noticed I seem to make him uncomfortable, as if I send him into a frenzy, and without knowing it, I challenge him.
“Okay,” I whisper, and I hear Jackson swear from behind us. I close my eyes, steadying my breath before I continue, begging my harsher self to come to light. “Just tell me how.”
There’s a deliberate silence that settles around us like dust calming in the air. There’s background noise, traffic in the distance, but between Dante and I there’s nothing as he mulls over what he could possibly challenge me with.
“I have an idea,” Dante suddenly says, striking upon an idea.
“What’s that?” I ask, matching his confidence.
“What do you say, Ryleigh?” he asks rhetorically, reaching out to cup my jaw. Unconsciously, I tilt my head into his hold, my eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the touch. “Fancy joining the dark side?”
“Dante,” Jackson interjects. I sense him move forward, trying to play nice and talk Dante down off a fiery ledge. “Don’t do this. Ryleigh is just a girl from the club. She’s not cut out for what you have in mind.”
I notice he daren’t take his eyes away from mine. I notice he’s beguiled by me and I think it has something to do with the constant spark of curiosity I haven’t managed to shake when around him. I was always told I had an overwhelming sense of defiance that kept me from running from potentially dangerous situations – ones like the one right now.
“What do you say, Ryleigh?” he asks, ignoring Jackson. “Fancy trying to keep up with the big boys?”
I remember once before being called crazy because I took on a high school bully. He was twice my size, two years older and would’ve taken me down with one poke, but I still took him on, still challenged him, and never backed down.
That same adrenaline rush has been dormant for years. I’ve had no stimulation to arouse it, no reason to feel it pulsate my veins and make me feel alive – until now. The danger that Dante is swathed in is alluring and makes me become a dare devil. He triggers something in me. He’s a spark I forgot I needed and he’s a flame I know that will only burn me, but I don’t care. I want to burn bright for a little while and I know he’s my only option.
And for some strange reason, my primal need and small amount of knowledge of Dante clash together and I know he’ll be more than a beautiful downfall to me. I know he’ll give me a chance to be free, to sneak a way to shed myself of the pain I allow to follow me. I know he’ll be beautifully damaging to my conscience and I’ll never turn back without regret.
Call me crazy, but Dante Valentino feels like the best worst decision a girl could make.
“Do your worst,” I reply.

I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!

But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?

I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.

As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!

For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.

 

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Liam & Tria’s gritty love story concludes in RELEASED!

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Oblivion is a sweet, sweet place.

No pain. No disturbing thoughts of the past. No guilt from my recent actions.

Deep down, there is still a part of me that knows how screwed up I am. I don’t see a way out, not now. Tria’s gone, and the possibility of her forgiving me in my current state is exactly zero. I know I have to pull myself together, accept my responsibilities, and try to make amends, but I have no idea where to start.

No job. No apartment. I’m living on the streets with the other junkies. As little as I had to offer Tria before, I have nothing to give her now. The only way out is to come clean and tell Tria the truth about my past, but the idea of reliving the memories is so painful, I can’t think about it long enough to figure out a solution.

I’ve hit rock bottom, and I don’t even know which way is up any more.

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I reached out and touched the edge of the pillow.  It was insanely soft and warm.  I stroked it, and images of Tria’s breasts crawled through my head, making me smile.  I stroked my cock as I thought about her, but I couldn’t come.

I could hear a voice in the other room, but it didn’t concern me, so I didn’t move.  Through heavy eyelids, I watched the piles of dirty laundry all over the floor.  I found shapes of animals in the patterns, just like cloud pictures.

“The beans are gone.”

I rolled my head to the side and looked up at Krazy Katie’s face.  I smiled and tried to say something, but my tongue wasn’t cooperating.  I focused on her eyes as they stared down at me quizzically.

“Trains need an engineer,” Krazy Katie said.

“It’s okay,” I said.  My tongue still felt weird, all numb and heavy.  I twisted it around in my mouth, and it tickled my teeth.  I blinked a couple of times before looking back at my neighbor.  “I got the helm.  I’m all good.”

Did trains have a helm, or was that just boats?  I laughed.

Krazy Katie covered her eyes with one hand.  I could see her chest rising and falling as she took long breaths.  I started counting slowly in my head but quickly forgot the number.

“Left the station,” she said quietly.  “No engineer.  Kicked in the caboose.  Nothing but tracks.”

She turned in slow motion, and I watched vapor trails of her dull blue T-shirt swirl around the room as she left.  I heard the window slide shut and then silence.

“I’m all good,” I whispered.

There was no reply.

Even though my arms and legs were way too content to be bothered with moving, I shoved myself out of bed anyway.  My rig was sitting on the kitchen table, all ready to go.  I was still pretty high, but I could feel darkness closing in around me, and I didn’t want it.

I wanted warmth and happiness.

Plastic tube, arm slap, needle prick.

“Like a fucking pro.”

I lay my head on the table as the fluid sensations rippled through me.  Tria didn’t matter.  She’d forgive me in time.  In fact, she was probably already over it.  How could she not be?

“I’m good.  Really, I am.”

I was never one to lie to myself, but it was getting easier all the time.

 

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About the Author:

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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms – especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich – and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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Title: Autumn Rising

Author: Seth King

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::Synopsis::

Autumn Mahal and Hank Basara know they should stay away from each other. Both recovering from the loss of a mutual friend, and each bearing scars of their own, they know their love would look like a worn cliché, a trite romance novel for teens, some crappy made-for-TV movie languishing on your great aunt’s DVR. But as summer gives way to September and flirtation leads to something deeper, they learn there are some types of love you cannot run from, no matter how hard you try to flee.

Hilarious, heartbreaking and hopeful, Autumn Rising is a novella about the happiness we ruin for ourselves, the truths we can’t hide with a filter, and that elusive and victorious moment when we let love rush in and carry us to the sky. In a world of constant TMI, prepare to feel a story worth sharing – a story that will stay with you long after the summer fades to autumn.

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Seth King is a twenty-six-year-old American author. He enjoys reading, writing, traveling, and spending time with his family.

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::: Synopsis :::

The Summer Remains

Publication Date: February 14, 2015

*This is a full-length standalone romance*

Twenty-four-year-old Summer Johnson knows two things. The first is that due to a quickly worsening medical condition, she faces a risky surgery in three months’ time that may or may not end in her death. The second is that she would like to fall in love before then.

As spring sinks into her namesake season on the Florida coastline, Summer plays the odds and downloads a new dating app – and after one intriguing message from a beautiful surfer named Cooper Nichols, it becomes clear that the story of what may be her last few months under the sun is about to be completely revised. All she has to do now is write something worth reading.

Tender, honest, devastating and triumphant, The Summer Remains explores a very human battle being waged in a very digital age: the search for a love that will outlast this temporary borrowing of bones. In an era when many feel compelled to share and re-share anything about everything, prepare to feel a love so special, you will want to hug it close and make it yours forever.

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The Goode Fight

Publication Date: October 12, 2014

:: Synopsis ::

THE THRILLING, EXPLOSIVE, AND PROVOCATIVE DEBUT FROM NEW ADULT ROMANCE AUTHOR SETH KING

In a stage of life when everything seems daunting, the fight to find love can still be the scariest thing of all – but in college senior Taylor Haney’s case, it may have just become downright deadly.

I’m bad – but I don’t want to be bad anymore.

In fact, leaving my Nashville life behind and swearing off love forever was the only thing keeping me from falling back into my old ways and fucking up again, and I was doing pretty well at pretending to be good – until I met Taylor Haney, that is.

Now I can think of nothing but Taylor. Her shy smile…the way she fidgets with her hands when she gets nervous…the sounds she makes when I tie her to my bedposts and go to town on her…the way I get a glimpse of eternity when I look into her hazel eyes…

And that little lovey feeling is the worst thing of all, because it means I’m breaking all my old rules now – and that means nobody is safe. Especially Taylor.

Because the last girl I fell in love with is currently lying in Brentwood Cemetery.

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Mrs. Robinson

Publication Date: November 24, 2014

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How far would you go to save someone you love? And how far would you go to get revenge on a loved one who betrayed you?

Ben Bradley is a twenty-year-old student and aspiring MMA fighter with a dead-end day job and a desperate need for cash to help his disabled sister out of a tight spot. Grace Robinson is a lonely forty-something D.C. housewife who spends her time reading about red rooms of pain while her husband busies himself with the office interns. And with the arrival of a controversial new app called Hookd that matches attractive young men with powerful women willing to pay for their companionship, Ben and Grace soon find incredibly appealing – and risky – solutions to their problems.

With Hookd, Ben can easily make the money to save his beloved sister, while Grace can get back at her cheating husband and spice up her quiet nights with the kind of hot, anonymous sex she only reads about in books. All they have to do now is get over their moral hang-ups and press download…

And then hope Grace’s vindictive husband, Congressman Richard Robinson, stays in the dark once Mrs. Robinson’s affair explodes into something more passionate and erotic than she could have ever imagined.

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