Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Release Blitz w/Excerpt & Giveaway for Promise of Darkness (Dark Court Rising Book 1) by Bec McMasters

Today we have the release blitz of Promise of Darkness by Bec McMasters! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Promise of Darkness

Author: Bec McMasters

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy

About Promise of Darkness:

Princess. Tribute. Sacrifice. Is she the one prophesied to unite two warring Fae courts? Or the one bound to destroy them? In a realm ruled by magic, the ruthless Queen of Thorns is determined to destroy her nemesis, the cursed Prince of Evernight. With war brewing between the bitter enemies, the prince forces Queen Adaia to uphold an ancient treaty: she will send one of her daughters to his court as a political hostage for three months. The queen insists it’s the perfect opportunity for Princess Iskvien to end the war before it begins. But one look into Thiago’s smoldering eyes and Vi knows she’s no assassin. The more secrets she uncovers about the prince and his court, the more she begins to question her mother’s motives. Who is the true enemy? The dark prince who threatens her heart? Or the ruthless queen who will stop at nothing to destroy him? And when the curse threatens to shatter both courts, is her heart strong enough to break it? A fairytale twist inspired by the Hades and Persephone myth.  

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I turn. Shadows melt together, forming into a tall, masked figure that stalks through the crowd as if it doesn’t exist. It’s as if Kato, the god of death, walks among us. But this is no god, slumbering now in the memories of the fae. This male is carved out of hard, heated flesh and practically poured into black leather. Despite my anxiety, I can’t help noticing the breadth of those shoulders and the powerful flex of his thighs. The fae of mother’s court flee before him like deer scattering before an approaching predator. Because that’s exactly what he is. Even I feel it. Piercing eyes meet mine through the eyeholes of the mask he wears; a feathered raven’s beak cascading over his brow. Though no crown graces his temples, power drips from him, leaving me with no doubt of whom I face. Thiago, Prince of Evernight. Lord of Whispers and Lies. Master of Darkness. Our gazes lock, and I force my spine to straighten. To become steel. You are an Asturian princess, and you will not yield to the Prince of Evernight. “Princess,” he says, searching my face with a heated gaze that shivers over my skin like a caress. “I’ve been waiting for you.” All night, I’m sure. It’s time to play the game of crowns and prove I can survive anything my mother or the Seelie Alliance can throw at me. I tip my chin up. “Prince Thiago, you honor us with your presence.” His gaze drops, the faintest flicker of—is it disappointment?—marring those dangerous eyes. “The pleasure is mine.” Why, then, do I feel as if I’ve somehow failed some test? Perhaps he thought I’d be more welcoming. If so, then he’s a fool. “I don’t believe pleasure has anything to do with it.” His eyes sparkle as he lifts my hand to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the back of it. “Yet.” Oh, so that’s the way he means to play. I tear my hand free. “Ever.” “Did your mother not warn you?” I’ve clearly amused him. “I’ve never met a challenge I’ve failed to surmount.” “But you’ve never met me before.” “Haven’t I?” Another mysterious smile. “We’re to spend the next three months together. Be careful with your challenges. I always play to win.” “Ah, but what precisely are we playing for?” “Hearts, perhaps.” It steals a laugh from me. Oh, he’s so polished, he’s practically gleaming. “You think to steal my heart?” “I don’t think that at all. I think you’ll give it to me.” “Never in a thousand years.” The prince leans closer. “There you go again, Princess. Opposing me. Daring me. I think I’m going to enjoy the next three months. Very much so.” Of course, he will. He’s the one with the power. “Perhaps. You might regret them instead.” “Regret meeting you? Never. Dance with me.” My temper boils. Time to prove I’m no mere pushover. I press my hand to his chest. “But you didn’t say please.” “I never say please.” I’ve heard that about him too—I can see it in the flex of his jaw, as if a part of him yearns to reach out and take my arm. He’s not the sort of male you deny. A warlord, a conqueror, a prince who stole his kingdom from its rightful heirs. “Sorry. You don’t own me just yet.” And then I whirl away into the watching crowd, leaving him staring after me.  

About Bec McMasters

I'm a writer. Dreamer. Travel Addict. And enthusiastic-if-not-perfect baker. I'll honestly admit that I don't always follow the recipe, be it cooking, or writing romances. If I'm not sitting in front of the computer, I'm probably plotting my next world trip. Or eating chocolate. Sometimes I run. Because...chocolate. I grew up on a steady diet of 80's fantasy movies like Ladyhawke, Labyrinth and The Princess Bride, and love creating epic, fantasy-based worlds with heroes and heroines who must defeat all the odds to have their HEA. I live in a country town in Australia, with my very own beta hero, Byron; Kobe, a dog who will eat anything (even used teabags); and demanding chickens, Siggy and Lagertha.    

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Release Blitz w/Excerpt for Before We Fall (Stone Lake Series #3) by Jordan Marie






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If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.

That saying is as old as the hills in Tennessee, where I used to live.




And it’s definitely true.




I’m a bad luck magnet, at least when it comes to men.

Moving to Stone Lake was supposed to be a fresh start.

Here, I was going to build a life I could be proud of. Finally put down roots and live quietly.

Be safe and happy.




It didn’t quite work out that way, but I’m stubborn and I’m not about to give up.

Ben Kingston was the first man to handle me with care.

He gave me a glimpse of something I desperately wanted.

And then, tore it away from me with the carelessness of one whispered word.




I don’t need a man to complete me.

In fact, I’ve had enough of them.

I’m okay with being single the rest of my life.

I’ll be just fine with my handy friend B.O.B.




Except Ben keeps coming around, tempting me and a girl can only take so much.

Ben’s out to prove I can trust him. I don’t trust any man, not anymore.




But my resolve weakens when he touches me, slides his hand down and proves buying stock in batteries might not be a good life plan.




Welcome back to the world of Stone Lake.

Junie and Ben have a bumpy start for sure, but when trouble comes knocking on Junie’s door, will she let Sheriff Kingston prove he won’t let her down again?




Complete Standalone Romance







“I heard you bought this place. I guess that means you’re sticking around,” Ben says, once he shuts his bike down.

“I guess that’s what it means,” I respond, keeping any hurt or anger I might still feel out of my voice.

Never show weakness to those that hurt you, I can’t forget that rule.

“You’ve been dodging my calls, Junie.”

I look at Ben, his eyes hid from me by his sunglasses. I hate that he still looks so good. There should be a law that when a man hurts you he should turn ugly as a mud fence overnight.

“No, I haven’t.”

“I’ve been calling you and you haven’t been answering,” he says, his arms crossed at his chest as he leans back on his bike.

“I know. But I haven’t been answering them, because I don’t have anything to say.”

“I’ve been trying to apologize, but every time I see you out, you disappear before I can talk to you.”

“Merely a coincidence,” I respond with a shrug.

“And the not answering my phone calls?”

“Sheriff, I appreciate the gesture and the messages, but honestly, we don’t have anything to say to one another.”

“Junie—”

“June. My family call me Junie, Sheriff. You and I are just… acquaintances.”

“Damn it, I know I fucked up, but if you would just let me explain—”

“There’s nothing to explain. You and I are both broken. I just didn’t realize yours. You were trying to force yourself to heal with me, when the woman you really wanted was out of reach and I was just using you to try and not feel at all.”

“Is that the way you want to play this, Juniper?”

“I’m not playing anything, Sheriff. I’m just stating the facts.”





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Where We Began



There are moments in life when a good thing comes along at the wrong time.

Juniper Sellers definitely fits that description.




I’m not ready for her, but damn do I want her.




She’s a beautiful bird with a broken wing and that spells nothing but trouble.

I’m not strong enough to walk away. I should, because I’m as broken as her.




She’s fire and sass.

I’m a moth drawn to her flame.




It’s a toss up which one of us will get burned first.




This novella is a prequel story to Before We Fall. No prior books needs to be read to understand this story.









A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.











Cover Reveal w/Excerpt & Giveaway for Foolish Riot (Riot MC Series) by Karen Renee


Title: Foolish Riot
Series: Riot MC Series
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2019
Cover Design: 100covers.com




Patricka “Trixie” Baker grew up being used and abused. The night she met her “knight in a leather cut,” she dedicated herself to infiltrating his life. For ten years, all she’s wanted is to be Roll’s property more than anything. Anything. She’s a fixture in the Riot MC, but not part of the family. She never cared what anyone thought of her, but she refuses to be anyone’s fool. With determination to change, and Roll’s inability to commit, she won’t waste any more of her youth on him. 

Homer “Roll” Rolland has two secrets; one he knows will hold Trixie back and limit her life. He’s wanted her in his bed since the first time he laid eyes on her, but holding her back is the last thing he wants to do to the woman he loves. When his other secret leads to Trixie being brutally attacked by a rival MC, Roll is forced to make a decision. 

Trixie wants to be Roll’s property. Roll’s secrets hold him back from her. Will they find away to stay together?







He quietly chuckled. “Did I over-prime the pump? Or can you handle me takin’ you there again? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, that was sexy as fuck, and I’m harder than a lead pipe.”
I stared at him because I wasn’t sure what to do with this version of Roll. When I continued to look at him, he dipped his face and kissed me, long and wet, but excruciatingly gentle. Moments later, he proceeded to fuck me in the same excruciatingly gentle manner. When he finished, and I knew he wanted to withdraw and clean up, I clamped my legs and arms around him tight.
“Don’t go yet.”
He smiled. “Baby, ain’t goin’ far. But, I gotta clean up.”
After a long blink, I sighed. When I spoke, I kept my voice so low it was nearly a whisper. “Please. Just tell me why or how you can be sorry it took so long to claim me, and not sorry it took so long to claim me.”
I felt his frame tense. “Told you. Not here.”
“I have to know. Won’t go back to the compound unless I know first. When am I going to be your priority over ‘club business?’ Tell me that, at a minimum.”
He shook his head at me, but the look in his eyes was gentle. “You want kids?”
I looked at the wall, thinking he was referencing the condom and how perilous it was for him to remain seated inside me. My lips pursed and twisted to the side when I looked back to him.
“Answer me, hon.”
Those three words told me he wasn’t indirectly referencing the condom. 
“Well, I don’t know.”
His eyes flared. “Don’t bullshit me. Hell, you told me you do. I saw how you watched over Jackie when she was pregnant. Overheard you harpin’ on Abs to hurry up with Blood. You want those chicks, Mal and Rainey included, to all fill that place with babies.”
“Doesn’t mean –”
“Do not tell me what it doesn’t mean.”
That did it! I heaved my hips to try and unseat him, but he held firm and my resolve snapped. “God damn it, Roll! I want you. All I’ve ever fuckin’ wanted for over ten years is you!”
He pulled out slowly, but flung himself to his back, taking me with him. 
“Yeah, well, we don’t get what we want, we get what we need. I can’t give you what you need. Also means you can’t give me what I need.”
“What are you—”
As he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, his fingers grazed my lips to cut me short. “Give you what you want‒ me. Can you really say five, ten, or even fifteen years from now you won’t start shovin’ shit in my face because your regret turns to resentment? Your resentment leading to anger, and then hatred?”
“What are you on about now?”
“I’m sterile, Trixie. You won’t get babies from me. It won’t happen. At all. Ever.”
Those words were blows to my heart. The way he underscored them was like twisting screws within me. 
I had to fight that feeling of dread rising inside me. “How sure are you –”
“Pretty damn sure, Trix.”
My focus was wavering, and my hold on my mouth was non-existent, so I blurted, “Then why do you use condoms with me?”
“Just because I’m sterile doesn’t make me immune to STDs.”
I gasped. “You’re the only brother—”
“Not in the beginning, but bottom line, I’ll go get tested. I’m clean and you’re clean, we can lose the rubbers.”
Lose the rubbers? “You just said we don’t get what we want.”
“No, but I realized two weeks ago, you’re always gonna be what I fuckin’ need.”





Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.



Monday, September 16, 2019

Cover Reveal for Reckless Rock Star (A Cocky Hero Club Novel) by Victoria Ashley




Title: Reckless Rock Star
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Victoria Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Designs by Dana
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Colton Benson
Release Date: TBA



Blurb

I was never supposed to want to keep her.
She was meant to be borrowed.
Mine for four days and not a day longer.
She doesn’t belong to me.
She belongs to someone else.

My brother…

The closest person I have outside of the screaming fans and paparazzi—a constant in my new life— other than the whiskey I drown myself in to numb the pain left by someone else.

But a secluded cabin in the woods and my ex who decided she’s not over me forces me to go to the extreme in order to take control of my world again before I lose it completely.

Unfortunately for me, my brother’s girlfriend is the only girl I haven’t slept with and made fall for me, resulting in hating me in the end.

She's my only option.

Sharing a room in a cabin with me is most girls’ dream come true, but for Natalie, she claims it’s her worst nightmare. She thinks I’m a cocky bastard and has always been good at destroying my ego.

I never realized when I asked to borrow her for the trip, that I’d feel something I haven’t felt in a long time, or that I’d like the way she pretends she doesn't enjoy being around me.

Have you ever borrowed something and didn’t want to give it back?

Yeah, well, me too. And I’m starting to think she should have been mine to begin with…







Author Bio

New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Walk of Shame Series.

Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows.


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Release Blitz w/Review & Excerpt for No Saint (Blood Legion MC #3) by Rie Warren


Title: No Saint
Series: Blood Legion MC
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019



SAINT


With a rap sheet about as long as the inked sleeves on my arms, I’ve been a misfit with a questionable track record. But I’ve fought for and found a home with the Blood Legion MC. Through thick and thin, brawls and bloodletting, I’ve created a rep: I’m the man.

I’m the man, and HonorĂ©’s the only woman I want. This obsession with her is irrational and stupid considering she’s prickly, pissed off with me before I can even make a move, and definitely not my type. Except the beautiful New Orleans street busker takes my breath away—all untapped passion simmering just beneath the surface.

Something much darker simmers just beneath the surface of her life too.

HONORÉ

Being someone’s old lady is the last thing on my mind. Been there, done that, along with the obligatory bourbon shots, random ink, and riding bitch on some guy’s bike. I can’t slip away from my life, or spare time for a surly biker who has crawled under my skin and rattled my last nerve in a sexy, delicious way.

Saint. As if. I’ve known my fair share of outlaw MC dudes, and not a single one of them was anything close to righteous. I want to hate him and everything he stands for, but he’s ridiculously hot. He’s annoyingly persistent. And he’s surprisingly kind.

There’s no way I can sacrifice all I’ve fought for to be with him. When Saint brings danger to my door, it’s only a matter of time before my secrets spill over to rip us apart.








No Saint (Blood Legion MC, #3)No Saint by Rie Warren
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I am loving the Blood Legion MC men so freaking much!! These guys are tough, alpha bada$$es but when they meet their match there is nothing that will stop them from making them theirs. Their stories or shall I say their women's stories aren't easy. Honore and Saint's story wasn't as heartbreaking as the first two in this series but it will break your heart don't get me wrong. There is a trigger warning and you should definitely listen if you have a problem with them.

Honore and Saint are perfect for each other. Saint is has been drawn to Honore since he first saw her but she isn't about to make it easy on him. Honore doesn't want to let a man into her world again, especially one that is in an MC. Been there, done that and not about to do so again but Saint has a way about him and he becomes undeniable. The relationship that grows between them is just what the other needed but unfortunately their past is about to come crashing in and put everything in jeopardy.

Is it necessary to read the others before this one?? Maybe not but I do think that it would help you to enjoy them to the fullest. Getting the lay of the land always makes things better in my mind anyway and they are super great reads as well.

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I raised to sitting, the top of my dress still barely covering both beaded nipples and little else. My hands roamed up Saint’s jean clad legs, and his muscles flexed beneath my fingers. When I reached the waist, I tugged him closer to me. The line of darker hair bisecting the planes of his stomach and the arrows of deep muscle from his pelvis were just teasing glimpses of what lay lower, beneath the faded denim. Peering up at him lids, I rubbed my cheek against the long hard length of his cock. “My turn.” Eyes slanted down, he groaned. “I didn’t bring you here to blow me.” My fingers at the tabs of his jeans, I opened the next one. “I want to.” Quickly plucking the rest of the buttons free, I pulled the fabric wider. All I could see was the nest of hair framing the wide base of his cock that throbbed with veins. “Off. Take these off!” I tugged hastily, my mouth already watering. With one of his wicked grins, he finally complied. Not one ounce shy, he kicked off his last article of clothing and stood there in front of me, all bold muscular masculinity . . . no apologies, and no apologies needed. I felt limp with wanting him, especially when my gaze roved from the strapping sinews of his legs to his . . . to his cock. He was fit. Hung. Huge. Inked. And that long thick dick was . . . pierced. Ohhhh. Another trickle of juice drizzled from my slit as I imagined Saint—big, pierced Saint—driving up inside of me. Precum slickened his completely erect, completely huge cock, and the Prince Albert piercing gleamed too. I perched closer, dress still hiked around my naked waist. “You’re pierced.” His head notched down, he nodded once. “You’re big.” “Touch me,” he ordered in a rugged voice. My hand on him, I tried to encircle the hot male flesh. His cock stood rigidly upright against his abs, and I anchored the heavy rod down slowly. Another drop of precum drizzled from the bloated crown to my fingers. Saint grunted, rocking closer to my face. Every muscle in his body tensed, and I ran my tongue over his clear jism, taking his essence into my mouth. Then I set my lips against the underside, rubbing my lips all over the turgid veiny flesh. I loved the taste. I loved the heady musky smell. “I’m gonna suck you now, Saint. And if you say no again, I’m going to tie you up.”



















Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match. She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.

Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
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