Title: In Blood We Trust Author: Elodie Colt Genre: Dystopian Romance Release: April 5, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32244063-in-blood-we-trust Blurb: 2078. The Future, as it was once called... A better time you imagine? Most would say yes. Jordan would say they’d switched one evil for another… Ever since the SDCT—the Scientific Department for Cancer Treatment—made a scientific breakthrough, creating a cure for cancer and therefore saving billions of lives from the cruel disease over the last few decades, the world seems to be a better place. But the Cure came with a side effect. The Recipients need to consume human blood along with it, and as Jordan has the rarest blood type, she needs to donate every week. To keep a tight legal structure between Recipients and the rest of the population, the FDR—Federal Division for Recipients—was created, making her job as Sergeant at the NYPD hell on earth. The real trouble, though, begins the day she becomes burdened with a case that will force her to extend the law to its limits. Worse still—the new Lieutenant, Aiden Davis, has set an eye on Jordan, and it doesn’t help that he is an unrelenting, too-hot-to-be-allowed ex-marine and more intense than she can bear. But her past makes it impossible to get involved with anyone without resurfacing memories of the one fateful night she desperately wants to forget. And when the one man she’d never wanted to lay eyes upon again—the man who had inflicted pain on her worse than anyone could ever imagine, the man who had drained her until there was nothing left—shows up once again, her growing attraction toward the new Lieutenant seems to be the least of her problems… Pre-Order Links: PRE-ORDER SALE OF $0.99 Amazon: http://amzn.to/2o46jY3 Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2o43MNq Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2nawyag Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2naurDc Teaser Excerpt: I took a gulp of air bracing myself for what was about to come. Sheryl knocked on the door, and I ran my hands over my dress in an attempt to smooth out the fabric. My need for food nearly made me sick. I hoped my stomach stayed quiet. Patrick and Davis lifted their heads simultaneously as we entered. “Patrick,” Sheryl greeted him. Her voice changed to a sweeter tone as she addressed the newcomer. “Lieutenant Davis.” I stood next to Sheryl but deliberately stopped a foot behind her. Davis looked at Sheryl, but to my surprise, his gaze never went lower than her face despite the amazing view she provided at chest height. He gave her a short nod in greeting, neither overly friendly nor unfriendly. I bit my lower lip. He didn’t seem like a social kind of guy. Was that a good thing or not? “Ah, yes,” Patrick said, adjusting the knot of his tie before standing up. “Lieutenant Davis, let me introduce you to my best.” Davis raised his eyebrows appearing surprised that Patrick was referring to two women, and it was only then that his gaze finally fell upon me. His eyes zoomed in on my face, his stare penetrating me. I automatically held my breath. Then, he raked my body head to toe with one quick but thorough glance. Fast. So fast, I nearly missed it. My heart did a crazy little jump. Was he checking me out? Why would he do that when a sexy goddess like Sheryl was standing next to me? I suddenly felt very naked, as though he’d just stripped me down to nothing but my underwear with his intense, unwavering stare. Davis elegantly rose from his chair. He was so intimidating—respect and power pouring from him in waves—I had the urge to avert my eyes, but they appeared to be glued to his. My headache from before was suddenly forgotten. He stepped around the desk closing the distance between us in a few strides. He towered over me when he stood that close—claiming my comfort zone—his strong neck at my eye level. I bit back the urge to step back. Or was it an impulse to step forward? Confusing. “Sergeant Jordan Lively,” Patrick introduced me, oblivious to the wordless conversation that the Lieutenant and I were having, although I wasn’t sure what exactly our silent exchange meant. Standing that close, I could make out the color of his eyes that continued to bore into me—deep blue with shades of turquoise that reminded me of the sea’s hue. I remembered seeing that color printed on the old postcards of a tropical island paradise that had been swallowed by a tsunami decades ago. I think it had been called ‘Hawaii’ or something exotic like that. Simply stunning. Beautiful, drown-worthy, and unique. His eyes flitted back and forth between mine until stopping to rest on a particular spot. I could read the question on his face. Everyone asked the same question when they met me the first time: Why was there a misshaped little speck of gray next to my left pupil whereas the rest of the eye was a regular green like the right one? I usually gave my standard excuse: Genetic. No one knew the real truth besides me. As if on cue, Davis’ gaze landed on my scarf most likely wondering why I was even wearing one. Understandable. It was far too hot in here. I was probably the only person in this part of the country who even owned scarves. “A pleasure to meet you.” His voice skimmed my senses, an underlying timbre I couldn’t quite decipher swinging with it. The way the word ‘pleasure’ left his mouth sent funny vibrations through my belly. It took me a second to realize that he’d extended his hand to shake mine. I grasped his hand, and I swear I felt a thumb softly caress my skin before he pulled away. “It’s an honor,” I managed to say before lifting my chin a little higher. I didn’t want him to think he’d intimidated me. He stepped sideways to greet Sheryl long before his slicing gaze left mine. “And Detective Sheryl Frayman,” Patrick informed. “Welcome, Lieutenant Davis,” Sheryl greeted him with a strong voice emanating way more confidence. “Thanks. Nice to meet you.” Polite. Nothing more. Was I imagining it? I threw a sideways glance at Sheryl expecting to find disappointment on her face, but instead, she smiled after Davis’ eyes found mine again. My heart rate increased pounding through my eardrums. Damn, it was stifling in here. The air conditioning must have conked out again. “What are you specialized in?” Davis asked, perching on the office desk and crossing his ankles. Sheryl folded her hands in front of her but didn’t answer. Davis looked at me expectantly. Apparently, the question was meant for me. “Murder and rape,” I answered. No point in sugar-coating that. I swear I saw his nostrils flare a tiny bit. Yeah. The question wasn’t exactly one people used to reply with ‘Really? What a great thing to do!’ “Why?” he asked. That was a question I couldn’t possibly answer honestly. It would be a, let’s say, extremely heavy topic to discuss during an initial meeting. “Because it’s so much fun,” I blurted sarcastically, quirking an eyebrow. I regretted my words as soon as they were out of my mouth. What had gotten into me? Must have been the low blood sugar. Sheryl’s head shot in my direction, and I could feel her what-the-fuck-are-you-doing glare on me. I glared back, shrugging. What was an appropriate answer here? “Jordan!” Patrick exclaimed in shock, but Davis didn’t seem to bother. His expression hadn’t changed in the slightest still deeply lost in analyzing me. His stare made the air around me even more stifling. He smacked his lips, the movement attracting my attention. I imagined tracing a finger over them which was silly, really. “You’re one of the best in what you’re doing. That only comes with a proper amount of devotion,” he stated, continuing to study me carefully. We were getting into dangerous terrain. I needed a way out, so I prompted, “You mean the satisfaction I feel when I finally put the bastard behind bars?” In all honesty, I felt immense satisfaction when I took one of them down during an exchange of fire. It was exhilarating, giving me the feeling I’d done the world something good. However, that wouldn’t be the appropriate thing to say if I wanted to stay professional. I always tried to hide my dark side as best as I could. “Sergeant Lively apprehended over thirty criminals on her own last year,” Patrick threw in, doing his best to cast a positive light on me. “She tends to work alone.” Davis nodded in acknowledgment, though he seemed distracted. I transferred my weight to my other foot. God, my heels were killing me. And you couldn’t even open a window when you were stuck on the hundredth-something floor! Author Bio: Elodie lives in the outskirts of Vienna, Austria, with her longtime boyfriend. She is not a native English speaker, but that doesn’t keep her from putting her fantasies on paper in that beautiful language. Never trained as a professional writer, she started writing as a hobby, which quickly grew into an obsession. Elodie has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate cookies – which is why she forces herself to go to the gym twice a week – has a weakness for electronic music, and in her spare time she can be found exploring movie databases for the latest DVD releases. Additionally, she’s busy with reading and writing and gets easily lost in Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Erotica. In her own works, she likes to create rich dystopian stories which consist of bold heroines, sexy guys, and hot romances. Her biggest idol is the British author, Stephanie Hudson, author of the epic saga “Afterlife”. Elodie secretly hopes to get the chance to meet with Stephanie one day, and talk to her about how she created the greatest story ever written. The only thing she hates about writing is that she loses all the precious time she could spend reading the hundreds of books that are still on her to-read list. Social Media Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/elodiecolt Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorelodiecolt/ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/ec_goodreads Website: www.elodiecolt.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/ec_newsletter Amazon: http://bit.ly/ec_ibwt
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Title - Camouflage Author - Kathleen Mareé Genre - Contemporary Romance / Romantic Suspense Release Date - April 6, 2017 Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34088811-camouflage Blurb - On the surface, Giselle Duzido could be called many things. Sassy, determined and breathtakingly beautiful. But one thing that would never come to tongue, is broken and fragile; because she’s learned to keep that part of herself locked up tight. The veneer she chooses you to see - has it all. Her designer brand is on the rise from her original base in Sydney, to two more stores in Los Angeles and New York; a part of a world she has always fit into seamlessly. Career-wise? She’s flourishing. Social status? Almost famous! But scratch just beneath her surface and there it is, eating away at her insides. But at some point, doesn't Sel deserve to have the happily ever after? She may look just like another twenty-something woman, searching for that earth-shattering love… But it's all just a camouflage. Pre-Order: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2m3sfwP Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2mCkVvs Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2mZw62w Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2neR4L7 What Others Are Saying: "I got totally caught up in this unpredictable story and I would highly recommend it." - Reader Review "The writing is easy to read, the story is fresh and I couldnt put this book down and finished it in one sitting." - Reader Review " Really gripping start to the book had me hooked right away- I had to know what was going to happen!" - Reader Review Teaser Author Bio:
From the earliest age I was a born storyteller. Ask my parents and they will tell you I had a gift for making a simple event seem like an elaborate one. Purposely? No. Innocently? Yes. It was my imaginary world that initially led me to believe I wanted to be an actor. All of that role playing and living in fantasy... it was an obvious direction for me. However, becoming quite uncomfortable with the limelight quickly saw that dream diminish. Over the years I turned my world of fantasy into stories, and eventually began writing them down. Before I knew it, 'Cut' had been completed. When I am not busy writing my next story, I am a working mum, housewife and sometimes hockey wag :) In other words, probably some kind of circus act who specialises in juggling ;) I hope you enjoy my blog, where I will be posting thoughts, other books I am currently reading and even sneak peeks of my novels. I encourage any feedback, comments or direct messages via my contact page should anyone wish to get in touch. I am so thrilled to be sharing my journey and hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them. Dream often. Believe always. Social Media Links: Website - www.kathleenmaree.weebly.com Newsletter - www.kathleenmaree.weebly.com Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/kathleen.maree.author Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/kathleen.maree/ Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13919300.Kathleen_Mare_ Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Kathleen-Mareé/e/B0149S6OEY Giveaway: Direct link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941232 Title: Junior Series: A Wyrdos Tale, #3 Author: Gwendolyn Druyor Genre: Fantasy Release: March 31, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34661555-junior Blurb: You can die of fright. Junior can’t live without it. Junior Leo just found out he’s the boogeyman’s bastard and his job is to terrify children. Trick is, none of us ever really grow up. We’re all children at heart. Even Junior. It’s the rare child that dreams of growing up to be a villain. Junior never did. But can you fight your genetic inheritance? Could he be a hero? He’s been hiding from the question for eight years but he’s about to encounter an ancient artifact that’s going to show everyone the truth about Junior Leo. Especially, Junior Leo. Junior is the third standalone in the Wyrdos Tales series. The Tales each feature a different supernatural character’s involvement in the same apocalyptic event. You get to live it through different eyes each time. If you like the work of Jim Butcher, T S Paul, and Shayne Silvers, then you will love all the books in The Wyrdos Tales series by Gwendolyn Druyor! PreOrder/Buy Links: (Will be live on March 31) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2os0TlB Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2oaC7Hw Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2napLNQ Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2nFOgGx Author Bio: Gwendolyn Druyor was born at the Quonset Point Naval Air Station Hospital, North Kingston, RI. The ID bracelet wrapped three times around her little wrist. She could swim before she could walk and read before she started school. Thanks to her pilot father, Gwendolyn got to grow up in Maine, Ohio, and Illinois. After completing 3 performance-based degree programs in 4 years at Illinois State University (with a minor in English), she started her illustrious acting career as a saloon girl dancing the cancan in upstate New York. Gwendolyn has traveled the world telling stories. She spent a year in Amsterdam writing and performing sketch comedy at Boom Chicago with Seth Meyers (Late Night with Seth Meyers), Allison Silverman (Colbert Report), and Greg Scott Shapiro(voice of the Dutch Trump!). She’s toured North America with Shenandoah Shakespeare (11 people in 3 vehicles performing 78 roles) and with the incredible improv/educational show Sex Signals in an effort to make sex better for all. Since kinda sorta settling down, Gwendolyn has written for and performed with various sketch groups in the states, including The Future Dead, Improv International, and G2 Productions. For now she lives in Hollywood with her Irish Jack Russell, Josh Lyman Zyrga, who is still pissed she didn’t put him on the cover of Laylea. For more information on Gwendolyn and her projects sign up for her newsletter at www.GwendolynDruyor.com. Social Media Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GwendolynDruyorFanPage/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/GwendolynDruyor Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Gwendolyn-Druyor/e/B00D96JVXE Audible: http://www.audible.com/search/ref=a_search_c4_1_6_1_srAuth?searchAuthor=Gwendolyn+Druyor&qid=1490040346&sr=1-6 Newsletter: http://www.gwendolyndruyor.com/sign-up InstaFreebie: https://instafreebie.com/free/v7iRx Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7054301.Gwendolyn_Druyor Website: www.Gwendolyndruyor.com Excerpt:
Text Copyright © 2017 by Gwendolyn Druyor All Rights Reserved 1 DON’T SLEEP Don’t sleep with your closet door open. When you were a child, you believed there were monsters in the closet. You watched your mom or dad or legal court appointed guardian leave your bedroom. They’d snake a hand back in through the doorway and flip off your light. With no consideration for the sliver of light they could leave you through the crack of that door, they shut it with a click. In the dark—no matter how many siblings share your room, in the dark you are always alone. You try breathing quietly, but he can hear the beating of your heart. You stare at the closet, thinking that if you don’t blink he can’t sneak up on you. But the dark is his ally. He can see your eyes glowing in the dark. And he can move invisibly through your room, under your bed. He’ll paralyze you with fear so that you cannot escape. So shut your eyes tight and pull the covers over your head if it makes you feel better. But it won’t help. If you leave the closet door open, the boogeyman can get you. 2 The Trap “Sorry, wrong room.” Junior turned to flee back into the bedroom closet. He rebounded off a shimmering, intractable wall of air. The force sent him tripping backwards, avoiding the wailing infant that had drawn him into the room. A few feet beyond the magical circle, under an outdated mobile of the solar system, a dusky boy of about ten sat crosslegged on a rag rug, his hands poised over the shuttle of a ouija board, his jaw hanging open. The kid squeaked, coughed, and then exclaimed, “Holy crap, it worked! I caught the boogeyman!” Junior fell against the side of the prison closest to the kid, who flinched. Junior used the magical wall to steady himself with one combat-booted foot on either side of the six-month-old’s flailing limbs. His pale hands glowed where they touched the magic. The gauze wrapped around each palm lit up. The bandages sizzled though he felt nothing on his burnt fingers. He pressed a hand flat and saw the bones through the bandages and skin as clearly as on an x-ray. Of course, skeletal as he was, he could see them almost that clearly without a magical prison wall for enhancement. The wall rose from a chain of silverware encircling Junior in his peacoat and the wailing baby in her too-big Ewok onesie. It trapped them in the middle of a larger-than-average bedroom with books, clothes, and action figures strewn literally everywhere. Harley Quinn straddled the deep bowl of a torchiere floor lamp on the far side of a bed covered with a tangle of Star Wars sheets and a Batman comforter. A disturbingly muscular Spiderman dangled by red yarn from an air vent high on one wall. Just outside the circle of silverware, Junior saw Deadpool laying face-down in a pile of dirty socks, threatened by Wonder Woman wielding his own katana. Junior couldn’t smell the socks. He could barely hear the hiss of the standing humidifier half-buried in a Slytherin cloak. The shimmering walls of his prison dulled everything outside. Inside the bright, nose-tickling powder of freshly-washed baby battled his own indefinable homeless musk. He brushed his teeth as often as he could and washed his face, socks, and underwear every few nights. His jeans and t-shirts got cleaned much less frequently. Pretty much every square inch of the bedroom’s plush carpet was covered except for a swath of space just in front of the closet door and within the circle of Junior and the baby’s prison. The walls fared no better. Pale green paint peeked out from the rare spaces between overlapping posters of superheroes, scientific theories, astrology, and Ohio. The kid leapt to his feet, whacking his head on Jupiter and sending the planets spinning. He gripped his curly black hair with both hands and then grabbed his Captain America pajama pants before they fell down. “I caught the boogeyman!” Junior was too hungry and tired for this. He had somewhere to be. He reached up and ran a hand along the impenetrable, shimmering barrier of air stretching from ceiling to floor, searching for weaknesses. He found none. “Let me go.” His captor laughed. “Hell no.” The wailing settled to silence as the towheaded baby sucked in a tiny lungful of air. Her mouth opened wide in an astonished O and she seemed to look right into Junior’s hazel eyes. Then she squeezed her own eyes, opened her mouth and renewed screaming. Junior crouched to comfort her. It was why he’d come through the door in the first place. “There, there. It’s okay. You’re okay.” The kid chanted, “I did it! I caught the boogeyman. I caught the boogeyman.” He kicked the ouija board aside and danced around the room, scattering toys. When he passed the full-length mirror on his bedroom door, he spun around to announce to himself, “I, Ethan Durnell, caught the boogeyman.” Junior stood, bouncing the baby girl in his arms, careful at first of her weight on his ruined hands. “No. You didn’t.” Ethan turned, his brown eyes glowing. He held his arms out to the sides, inviting his guest to come at him. “Really? You can get out of there?” Junior considered kicking the silverware but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to break the spell. He sighed and crooned at the crying baby. “Please let me go. I’ve got somewhere to be and I’m not the boogeyman.” The kid smirked, “Yeah right. You came out of my closet, but you’re not the boogeyman?” “It’s complicated.” “You have to grant me three wishes now.” Junior raised an eyebrow at the kid. “That’s a djinni.” “Isn’t the boogeyman a genie?” “No, he’s an as—” Junior censored himself. The kid was a jerk but he was still a kid. “The boogeyman is a type of goblin.” “Ewwww,” Ethan plopped down on the edge of his bed. “You’re a goblin?” Junior cooed at the baby. “Is this your sister?” “Half-sister.” Junior noted the bile in Ethan’s tone. “What’s her name?” “Dawn.” He spit the word. “She’s the dawn of their new life together.” At that, Junior looked up. He stopped bouncing. “Really?” Ethan nodded. Dawn’s cries increased. “Okay.” Junior rocked the unfortunately named baby as he paced around the small circle. This wasn’t an easy life. Jane said he should think of it as a calling. And Jane was a god; he should trust her advice. But it wasn’t a calling. He could travel from closet to closet and paralyze people with fear. That didn’t sound like a calling. Or a life. It sounded like the genetic lottery had handed him a sack of lemons. “You’re not so ugly, for being a goblin. Aren’t goblins hideous?” Ethan lay on the bed, examining Junior. Junior let his pacing take him back around to face the kid before he responded. Ethan could see him. Most people were so racked with fear every moment of their lives, they couldn’t see Junior at all. But Ethan, in the dark of the middle of the night, could see him. What ten-year-old was so fearless? He looked at the boy. “A) Thanks. B) I’m half-goblin. I’m not the boogeyman, kid. I’m the boogeyman’s kid.” “Sooooo, wouldn’t that make you a boogeyman, then?” “People don’t talk about a boogeyman. They talk about the boogeyman. That’s my dad.” “But you just came out of my closet.” “Sure. I can also roll my tongue because my mother could. What’s that got to do with who I am?” The ten-year-old scrunched his face like he was talking to an idiot. “Everything.” “No!” Junior stomped one booted foot. “I don’t want to be the boogeyman.” Dawn had almost calmed. He shouldn’t have scared her. He looked down at her wide-open eyes staring at nothing. She was so scared she couldn’t see him. He sighed. “Please let me go, Ethan.” “No. I called you and caught you fair and square.” “What do you want, kid? Why did you call me here? You really thought the boogeyman could grant wishes?” Ethan shrugged. “Whatever.” He bounced over to a book on the floor by the door and dropped down to flip through the pages. “The instructions were for summoning a demon but that seemed, like, really stupid to me.” “Yeah.” Junior shivered. “Yeah, that would be stupid. You don’t want a demon in your bedroom.” Ethan spun around. “You’ve seen a demon?” “Earlier today.” “Cool.” “No. It wasn’t cool at all. It was terrifying.” “You’re an adult. Adults don’t get scared.” Junior snorted. Dawn giggled. “You have a lot to learn kid.” “So tell me. Nobody ever tells kids anything. It’s like we’re invisible until we do something wrong.” “Like use your baby sister as bait to catch a demon.” “You’re not a demon.” The kid kicked at the ouija board. “No, but I am a monster. You want to know things? Listen.” “I do. I’m always listening to the blah, blah, blah—” “Now, Ethan! I mean shut up and listen now. You want to know about feeling invisible?” Junior let the words tumble out. “I have been invisible for eight years. Eight years ago when you were still as cute as Dawn, I discovered that I could travel through time and space using bedroom closets. I traveled back in time and did something stupid. Now I can’t get back to my life. I’m stuck in this world, this . . .” He struggled to find the word. “Alternate timeline.” Ethan scrambled over to his pale blue bookshelf and dug through the pile of books on the floor around it. He waved A Wrinkle in Time in the air, hitting the solar system mobile again. “Never read it.” The kid gave Junior a pitying look. “I’m stuck in this alternate timeline where I’m older than my mother who has no son.” Dawn gurgled around the two fingers she’d stuck in her mouth. Junior looked down. Her pale blue eyes were still wide but he couldn’t tell if she could see him or not. She stared at the wobbling planets. He cooed at her to calm himself. Ethan waited. “I’m invisible to anyone who’s afraid, which is, sorry to tell you kid, everyone. I can make people see me but that paralyzes them. I can travel anywhere in the world through closets, but only through bedroom closets for some reason.” “And you can time travel.” Ethan tossed a Dr. Who action figure in the air. “Just go back if you want to.” “I don’t know how I did it. I don’t know how I do any of it. I don’t want to scare people.” He mumbled down at Dawn, “I don’t want to be the boogeyman.” “Sorry, dude. Sometimes you’re given a sister and you just have to deal with it. That’s the way it is.” Junior looked up from the baby. He raised his eyebrows at Ethan. “A) You don’t strike me as one of those kids who just repeats what others say.” Ethan hung his head at that. He pretended to pick at a smudge on his pajama pants. “B) I am a monster who tortures kids. I accept that. Fine. Maybe kids like you deserve to be tortured. But I met a demon today who tortured a grown woman who definitely didn’t deserve to die. I am the only one who can get to her grandson, a kid named Louis. That’s where I was going when you trapped me here. Do you know what it’s like to lose someone you love?” Ethan sat, leaning against the shelves crammed with books. He shrugged. Junior turned away to face the open closet on the far side of the silver ring. He sucked in deep, slow breaths. He didn’t have a lot of time. If he wanted to help Louis, he had to get there now. One of Ethan’s many posters featured a listing of age appropriate books with checkmarks drawn in beside most of them. His doorway was blocked with a Bartlett’s, a dictionary, and the Bevington edition of the Complete Works of Shakespeare. Ethan himself was surrounded by books on the shelves and on the floor around him. He faced the kid. “You like a good story?” “Duh.” Junior ran a hand through his unruly mop of dirty blond curls. “How about I tell you a story. If you like it, you let me go.” “It’s gotta be a good story.” Junior grinned down at Dawn then raised his eyes to Ethan’s. “Duh.” The kid rolled over to his bed. He settled into the corner created by his bed and the bookshelf and hugged his knees to his chest. “Go.” Junior shook his head. “Do we have a deal?” “Yeah.” “You’ll let me go?” “Yeah. I already said I would. I’m not my dad either. I don’t say things if I don’t mean them. I’m not gonna tell you I’ll let you go and then poof, ha ha, sorry, I have to work and you’re stuck here with Dawn and—” “Ethan.” Junior waited while the kid wound down again. “You called me here and trapped me. I may not be a demon or the real boogeyman, but still, you have to know a little something about magic to have gotten this far. Yes?” “Yeah.” “So you have to promise to let me go, three times.” “Oh. Then it’s binding and I can’t welsh.” “Yeah.” “Fine. I’ll let you go. I’ll let you go. I’ll let you go.” He said. “After your story.” Junior nodded. “Where are we?” Ethan glanced up at a map on the wall like Junior should have already seen it and known. “Ohio.” “Well this story takes place in Illinois. In Chicago. It’s the story of how meeting a few real monsters made me realize I’m not so bad.” Junior frowned down at Dawn’s infectious grin as he thought about where to begin. A lot had happened in the past twelve hours. Title: A Strange Companion Author: Lisa Manterfield Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance Release: April 4, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34538538-a-strange-companion Blurb: Kat Richardson isn’t running away from grief; she’s just hiding out in a gloomy Welsh university town until she’s sure it’s gone. Now, one year, nine months, and 27 days after the climbing death of her first love, Gabe, she thinks she’s ready to venture out into the relationship world again. And Owen—a cake-baking, Super Ball-making chemistry student—appears to be a kind, funny, and very attractive option. But the arrival of Kat’s newly adopted niece, Mai, forces her home to northern England, where she runs headfirst into all the memories of Gabe she’s tried to leave behind—and discovers that Mai stirs up an unnerving feeling of déjà vu. Before long, Kat’s logical, scientific beliefs about life after death are in battle with what she feels to be true—that reincarnation is real and Gabe has come back to her through Mai. The question now, is why? Taking on the topics of love, loss, and how we deal with grief, A Strange Companion is a twisted love triangle among the living, the dead, and the reincarnated. Preorder Links: Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2mf2Tzs Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2mxxQjW Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2oaA9Gb Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2mxrQaS Kobo: http://bit.ly/2nIMnch iTunes: http://apple.co/2mxq8pZ What Others Are Saying: “A Strange Companion hooks the reader with its very first line and never lets go. The voice is unassuming and introspective, the prose elegant, and the descriptions sensuous.” ~Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators “Manterfield presents a story - part romance, part mystery - about love and loss, and learning to live again. Reminiscent of The Art of Racing in the Rain, we can't help but embrace the dream that the ones we have loved and lost may one day return.” ~Julie Mayerson Brown, author of The Long Dance Home “This beautiful blend of heartbreak, finding one’s self, grief, forgiveness, loss, and second chances, is a perfect rainy day read. I cannot say enough good things about this book! Read it with a box of tissues, as you will cry your eyes out.” ~The Reading Wolf Teasers Author Biography: Lisa Manterfield is the award-winning author I’m Taking My Eggs and Going Home: How One Woman Dared to Say No to Motherhood. Her work has appeared in The Saturday Evening Post, Los Angeles Times, and Psychology Today. Originally from northern England, she now lives in Southern California with her husband and over-indulged cat. A Strange Companion is her first novel. Learn more at LisaManterfield.com. Social media Links: Website: http://lisamanterfield.com Email: [email protected] Twitter: https://twitter.com/lisamanterfield Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLisaManterfield/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lmanterfield/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4475622.Lisa_Manterfield Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Manterfield/e/B004GV3YG6 Excerpt 1: I ran my hand along the log, waiting for my fingers to find the small indentations I knew would be there. They didn’t. The initials and the heart that Gabe had carved into the bark of the log now lay beneath a smooth carpet of moss, as if our love was something lost to the past. I pressed my finger into the moss but not a single tear would come. I simply sat there on the log and remembered. Grief, apparently, had a mind of its own. It had snuck up on me in unexpected places, but now that I needed it, it would not do my bidding. I pushed up off the log, wiping at my dry eyes. I would be home for three full weeks, plenty of time to go looking for grief. My hometown was filled with memories of Gabe and I’d keep looking until I found them all. Excerpt 2: Mai dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Frida’s enormous head. She rested her cheek against Frida’s bristly fur and the two of them lay there as if they’d been best pals forever. Luke reached down and ran his hand along Frida’s back. As he moved back to stroke again, his hand paused on Mai’s arm, curled around Frida’s neck. Luke froze. I felt the air around us go still—all except for one crackle of energy that danced between Mai and Luke. I felt it, Luke felt it, Frida felt it . . . and so did Mai. Luke cast his eyes down at the little girl at his feet, who stared, unblinking, back at him. His brow wrinkled, as his mind struggled to understand what I knew his heart felt. Then, something passed between them that I had once seen pass between Luke and his brother. It was more than love, more than understanding, more, even, than blood. It was a deep connection, a spark between two people, two souls, who were inextricably intertwined. Luke looked at me. “Did you feel that?” I nodded. “What was it?” I hesitated. I knew exactly what it was, but how could I tell Luke? It was one thing to tell Maggie about my suspicions, but Luke was Gabe’s brother. Was it fair of me to risk opening up the hurt I knew he’d spent the past two years trying to heal? But perhaps I wasn’t the only one Gabe needed to visit. I felt a prickle of excitement at the possibility that someone else might finally understand. Glancing back to make sure Luke and I were out of earshot, I leaned in and whispered. “I think it’s Gabe.” Luke narrowed his eyes at me. “He’s haunting her?” I shook my head. “Do you believe in reincarnation, Luke?” He shrugged, but the expression of curiosity on his face prompted me to take a chance. “I didn’t either until I met Mai.” Excerpt 3: The tiny dot of light I’d seen grew bigger. As it wrapped around me, my eyes were drawn towards it. I felt suddenly light and my mind seemed to float somehow in my head. I wanted to get up, to pull myself from the ground and go, to step into the warmth of the light and allow it take me away from here. A man’s voice filtered into my ears in a hazy blur. It was a kind voice, calling for me. Gabe. He’d found me. He’d come to deliver the rest of his message. I lifted my head to listen, determined not to miss a word this time. “Miss?” said the voice. “Are you all right?” I was close to the light now. If I kept on going, I was sure I wouldn’t come back. I wondered if Gabe would be there, arms open, waiting for me. I wanted to go. I had to get him. I pushed myself off the ground and moved towards the light. “Stay where you are!” yelled another voice, a woman’s this time. A surge of pain shot through me. I opened my eyes and stared into the brightness. My head spun and the light seemed to flash all around me. I struggled to find my balance as a wave of nausea passed through me. Two dark figures moved in, their welcoming hands reaching for me. 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Website Title: Hitched Series: Hearts of Stone #2 - can be read as a standalone Author: Christine Manzari Genre: New Adult Romance Release Date: March 21, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34105989-hitched Synopsis: For aspiring journalist Harlow Ransom, life is just a well-oiled machine, and if she plans well, all things will go accordingly. And that is exactly why Harlow lives her life by perfectly polished to-do lists that she refuses to stray from—even when she's celebrating her 21st birthday in Sin City. 1. Visit the Boom Boom Blues Lounge 2. See the water show at the Bellagio Things can't possibly go askew if she crosses things off her list one by one. But after a night of celebrating leads to waking up in bed with a sexy stranger and a ring on her finger, Harlow realizes that in no point in time did she ever have "Get Married" on her trusty to-do list. Yet that's exactly what she did. Professional snowboarder Trace Stone loves a good challenge—he's all about the win. And this time, he's going to find a way to win over the feisty, meticulous Harlow. The wedding may have been spontaneous and impulsive, but when he said "forever," he meant it. Now, the only thing he wants on Harlow's to-do list is him—from this day forward. Pre-Order: Only $0.99 Amazon: http://amzn.to/2lLZQN7 Ibooks: http://apple.co/2lfstAH B&N: http://bit.ly/2m1u9Ss Kobo: http://bit.ly/2lLhQci Excerpt: I settled in next to the register, sliding my Kindle onto the counter so I could read. We’d just opened up, and it was only ten in the morning. Sweet tooth urges didn’t normally strike until lunch time. The mornings were always slow as a result, aside from the occasional coffee order. “Are you open?” Startled, I glanced up from my Kindle to find the object of my interruption. I was pretty sure my heart dropped clear down to my knees when I recognized the person standing on the other side of the counter. I could feel my mouth opening and closing like there were words coming out, but all that I heard was complete silence. In front of me stood one of the most attractive guys I’d ever seen in my life. The guy I met in Vegas. A guy I never expected to see again. How was it possible that he was here, thousands of miles from where we met? It had been a month since I’d seen him, and to be honest, my memories of him hadn’t done reality justice. Maybe it was my alcohol addled recollections, but I didn’t remember him being so freaking gorgeous. His dark hair stuck up haphazardly and was dyed blue at the tips. His eyes were a golden color, freezing me in place like he had some sort of mind-melding super powers. Tan skin, a scar on his chin, and a half-smile completed the package. Trace. That was his name. I think. And he was the last person I expected, or wanted, to be standing in front of me. It had been weeks, and I was finally starting to breathe easily and forget about the morning after my birthday. What is he doing here? “Can I help you?” I finally managed to ask. “That depends,” Trace answered. “But I’m hoping you can.” “What do you need?” “I need to talk to my wife.” Holy fuck. Did my heart just explode? I was pretty sure it did. I gripped the edge of the counter as what was left of my heart hammered against my ribs. I never expected Trace to come looking for me, and I had no idea how to make him go away. I looked behind me quickly to make sure Betty wasn’t within hearing distance. “I think you have the wrong person,” I gritted out between my teeth. The smile that creased his lips was nothing short of naughty. “You want to do this the hard way?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m looking for my wife, Harlow Ransom. That’s you.” He pointed at me. I stood up a little straighter, as if that could somehow deflect his words. “That’s my name, but I’m not your wife.” “I beg to differ,” he replied, putting his left hand on the counter where I could see a silver band shining reproachfully from his ring finger. “I have a piece of paper that says you are. And if that’s not enough for you, we can go ahead and do the whole Cinderella glass slipper thing just to be sure it’s the right fit.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. There had to be some way to make him go away. Forever. Trace reached behind his back, sliding a messenger bag across his chest. He lifted the flap and reached inside. When he pulled out his hand, my missing bra was dangling from his fingertip. “Do you want to try it on to be sure? Because I’m fine with that, I don’t mind watching. I can guarantee you it’s a perfect fit, though. No matter how much I drank that night, my memory isn’t that bad.” Teasers Author Bio:
The first thing Christine does when she's getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She's addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. She even turned her dining room into a library—reading is more important than eating. She also has a weakness for adventure and inappropriate humor. Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books. Social Media Links: Facebook: www.facebook.com/ChristineManzari Twitter: twitter.com/Xenatine Instagram: instagram.com/xenatine Email: [email protected] Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/Christine_Manzari Pinterest: pinterest.com/xenatine/ Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/Christine-Manzari/e/B00EIHIXBE BookBub: www.bookbub.com/author Giveaway: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941206 Title: Black Hat Hacker Series: Chicago Syndicate #6 Author: Soraya Naomi Genre: NA Mafia Stand alone Release: March 28, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31451315-black-hat-hacker Blurb: You don’t know me. But that’s only because I don’t want you to. I have the most lucrative job in the country as a hacker in the notorious underworld. I’ve built entire systems and destroyed evidence for career advancement while stealing and exploiting data for personal gain. I’m the black hat hacker for the Chicago Syndicate and hold all the dirty secrets of the most powerful men in the U.S. in the palm of my hands, just a keystroke away from mass ruination. However, no one knows my dirty secret, a decision from my past that’s just aching to blow up in my face and shatter my future. Especially when a certain wavy haired brunette begins to demand my attention with her odd ways and her carefree attitude. She’s a woman who makes me go against everything I’ve ever believed. A woman whom I’m forbidden from having my usual one-night stand with, even if she was available. A woman whom I have to keep from getting herself killed, whether she likes it or not. You don’t know me, but neither does she…yet. PreOrder Links: Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/2lj05y3 AMAZON CA ➜ https://goo.gl/wddPTt AMAZON UK ➜ https://goo.gl/MNg4cR AMAZON AUS ➜ https://goo.gl/6P4Gip Teasers Author bio: I read many genres but favor intense, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though! I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often. My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards. Sign up to Soraya’s newsletter to keep up to date with release dates: http://eepurl.com/b0MS85 Social Media Links: WEBSITE – www.sorayanaomi.com FACEBOOK – www.facebook.com/sorayanaomi.author FACEBOOK PROFILE – https://www.facebook.com/soraya.naomi.77 READER GROUP - https://www.facebook.com/groups/chicagosyndicate/ TWITTER – www.twitter.com/Soraya_Naomi INSTAGRAM – www.instagram.com/soraya_naomi AMAZON AUTHOR – amazon.com/author/soraya.naomi NEWSLETTER -http://www.subscribepage.com/newslettersorayanaomi Giveaway: Direct Link: https://www.facebook.com/sorayanaomi.author/ |