zaterdag 20 juni 2015

Cover Reveal ~ Wrath by Kaylee Song

Title: Wrath
Series: Fire and Steel, Book 2
*Note* This is a Standalone in the series. It can be read separately.
Author: Kaylee Song
Genre: Dark Romance Contemporary


The Savior

Emma Snow has spent her life fighting to live. The product of a broken home,
she clawed her way to independence, but at a cost.
Now, in her junior year at a top tier college, she has everything within her
Until she meets him.

Aidan is wild and reckless.
Everything she isn’t and everything she should avoid. Her attraction to
him is undeniable.
Emma escaped darkness before. Will surrendering to him only trap her again?

The Sinner

Wounded Army Specialist, Aidan Crowne never thought living at home
could be this hard. A year into his new life, and he is already spinning
out of control.
No job, no prospects.

Fire and Steel MC offers him a place at their side. Joining the club means
he’ll have to sacrifice everything that makes him human and give into
his true nature.

His Wrath.

Is it worth the cost?

Can Emma deny Aidan when she's the only
one who might lead him to safety?

Previous Book: Rage 

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SALE BLITZ ~ Rocking Danni by Kacey Hamford

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Title: Rocking Danni
Author: Kacey Hamford
Genre: Rockstar Romance



Danni has spent the last three years raising her daughter and living with a possessive boyfriend, she thought she was happy until ‘Flix’ arrived back in town.
Will, the strong, tattooed drummer for the band ‘Flix’ spent the last few years sleeping around trying to forget a certain blonde that had invaded his head and heart. 
When Will and Danni meet again after three years apart she finds herself mesmerised by his chocolate brown eyes and re living intimate memories. Did she make the right decision walking away from him?
Will old feelings come back to life, will their hearts be drumming to the same beat or have they both moved on? A tragedy brings them closer together and Will discovers a secret. Will it make or break them? Only time will tell 

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Kacey is a pen name for two friends, Kelly and Claire. We started this journey together writing Rocking Esme in January 2014. We are avid readers and love all kinds of books. We were inspired to write a rock star book as that’s one of my (Kelly) favourite sorts of books to read. We joked about writing a book and then once we started it kind of just took off and we really love it. We both contributed to all of the Rocking books. Now Claire has taken a back seat due to work commitments and I wrote ‘Taking A Chance’ by myself and Claire was very much involved with the editing, reading and formatting. Now, I have written ‘Giving A Chance’ and had help from many of my friends with editing and beta reading. 

It still makes me so happy to see reviews and sales going up. I love writing and hope to do it as more of a full time job in the future.

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Book Blitz & Giveaway ~ Married in Montana by Kirsten Osbourne

Married in Montana
by Kirsten Osbourne
Series: At the Altar, #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Cover Designer: Erin Dameron-Hill
Release Date: April 16, 2015

Savannah is tired of the dating scene, even though she wants to get married and have a family. She knows her mother will never move on with her own life as long as Savannah is single. Savannah goes to see a matchmaker, specializing in setting up couples who meet at the altar. At first, she thinks Scott is a dream come true, but his blundering soon makes her crazy.

Scott, a Montana bison rancher, doesn't have time to find a wife. His work is all-encompassing. Besides, he tends to have a hard time getting women to go out with him more than once. When he runs into a matchmaker he's known all his life, he tells her about the problems he's had to see if she can help him. When he meets Savannah at the altar, his heart stops for a moment. She's exactly what he's looking for. Will their diverse backgrounds keep them apart? Or will they be able to work through their differences to make their marriage a loving relationship?

She looked at her husband. "A week?"

"On one condition," he said, not liking the idea of waiting but not willing to start their marriage on the wrong foot by insisting on his marital rights.

"What's that?"

"I get to try to convince you otherwise."

She smiled. "So you're going to constantly be asking me for sex?"

He grinned. "Oh, I'll be a little more subtle than that." He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the palm, his tongue sneaking out to touch her skin.

"I see." She nodded. "That's fair. I think it's a perfect compromise."

"So do I," he told her. "It sounds very fair to me."

"Is there a spare room I can use until our week is up?"

He frowned at that. He would have an easier time convincing her if they were sharing a bed, but he could see where that would give him an unfair advantage in their little game. "Yes, you can have any of the spare rooms you'd like."

"Thank you," she said simply. She felt like she was being a bad wife even asking, but she knew she'd feel like she was being a bad person if she jumped into bed with a total stranger the day she met him, even if he was her husband. "Tell me about the ranch."

He took the change of subject in stride, talking about the huge spread and the men who worked for him. "I have a foreman, but I'm out there sweating and working every day right along with my men." He eyed her. "Do you ride?"

She shook her head. "No. I wanted to when I was a girl, but after my father died, we just didn't have the money for any extras. Mom worked, but it wasn't the same as both of them working."

She heard a buzzing from her purse, and opened it, taking out her phone. "My mother's texting me." She handed him the phone so he could read the message for himself.

Scott laughed, reading the message aloud. "'Has he killed you yet? If he has, please don't answer this. If not, please give me a call so I know you're all right.' I think you should call her."

USA Today Bestselling author, Kirsten Osbourne, has always known she would eventually be a writer.
She penned her first book in a spiral notebook when she was ten and has been writing ever since. As Kirsten she writes both historical and contemporary romance, with a humorous flair. As Morganna Mayfair, she ventures into the realm of paranormal historical romance. Kirsten lives in Texas with her husband of over fifteen years, their son, and a crazed mutt. She invites you to join her in her world of fantasy and make believe where there is always a happily ever after at the end.

vrijdag 19 juni 2015

Cover Reveal & Giveaway ~ Love Assaulted by Ava Marshall

Title: Love Assaulted
Series: Skulls of Angels MC #1
Author: Ava Marshall
Cover Design: MGBookCovers
Cover Models: Robert Teed & Alexa Carroll
Photographer: Smith Artisan Photography
 Release Date: July 2015


Beckett Thompson enjoys the simple things in life: an ice-cold beer, a club whore warming his bed, and his bike on the open road. He doesn’t do relationships, and he sure as hell doesn’t do love.

Allison Jennings had life figured out until fate took away the only family who mattered. When a dirty talking, bossy ass biker who makes her panties wet, turns up on her doorstep what is she supposed to do? Should she get on the back of his bike so he can take her to his clubhouse and to his President, who just so happens to be the shitty father she’s never met? What does she have to lose?

Will opposites attract? Or will the harsh lifestyle be too much for this club princess to handle?

One thing is for sure, it will be one hell of a ride.


While I’m pushing the vacuum I think I hear the rumble of what I believe is motorcycles. I shut off the vacuum, wind up the cord and put it in the closet. Walking towards the laundry room I hear the doorbell ring.

“Jesus”, I mutter to myself while walking to the door. If it’s another friend of my mom’s or neighbor I think I’m going to go insane. Loneliness is a fickle thing. You are either physically lonely and you need someone to be present with you at all times or you just emotionally lonely and to be honest I think I’m both. I feel like I need someone here but not to talk. Just to sit and make the house feel like someone other than myself is living here.

I open the door and two huge men are standing on my door step. One has his back turned to me looking towards the street and one is lighting up a cigarette. They are wearing some sort of black leather vests with patches on them that I can’t quite read. The man lighting his cigarette is an older man with a long beard and gray throughout his long shaggy hair. His vest has a patch on it that says “Dickey” and below that one that says “Sgt. at Arms.”

After finally just looking at me for a few seconds Dickey says “Hi darlin’”. Right when he finishes his statement the other man turns around.


This man is the most gorgeous biker I have ever seen in my life. I haven’t seen a lot of bikers in my life, but this guy is nothing short of perfection. He is a lot taller than Dickey; I’m guessing that is his name. hottie biker is got to be well over six feet and has real short dirty blonde. He has a beard that looks so soft. I just want to run my hands through it. I wonder what it would feel like between my legs. What? Shut up Ally.

After staring at his beard and his full lips my eyes move up to his and the most beautiful green eyes stare back at me. Not that dark hazel green but that super light green that could almost pass as blue. He is wearing a dark black t-shirt and a vest that has “Beck” and “Vice President” on it. I see a few tattoos poking out of his t-shirt. One says “Carpe Diem” and another one that looks like some sort of tribal design. He has one hand in his pocket and other hand has something tattooed on his fingers that I can’t quite make out. He has dark jeans on with a chain that I assume is connecting to his wallet and heavy black boots on his feet.

After staring at the beautiful biker I turn to face Dickey, which I am assuming his name, or nickname and say “Umm... hi”.

“You Allison Jakqueline Sparks?”

“Maybe. Who are you?” I asked.

“Just answer the question. Are you Allison?” he says throwing his cigarette down and snuffing it out with his boot.

“Yeah, I am. I just go by Ally though. My dead mother called me Allison and Jakqueline is the name I got from my asshole, non-existent father”, I said glaring at the man. I’m not sure why I even went into that with these guys but I always ramble in weird situations, especially when the hottie on my porch keeps staring at me.

I hate to hear my full name.

Not even my Mom would call me that when I was in trouble because just hearing the name Jacqueline made my skin crawl. It was a reminder I didn’t need that my father left me and my mother and didn’t give a shit about us anymore.

Beck threw his cigarette down on the ground and proceeded to walk towards me. Before he walked straight through me I moved out of the way.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? Get out of my house”, I said.

Dickey proceeded to walk behind him and stand in the middle of the room. I stood inside the foyer just looking at them with the door open waiting for them to walk right back out. After standing there for a few moments I noticed that wasn’t going to happen so I shut the door and leaned up against it.

“Who are you and what do you want? I’m really busy and I’m a little freaked that two men that I don’t know just walked up into my mothe…my house. “

“My name is Dickey and this here is Beck. Go pack up some shit darlin’ and let’s head on out” he said.

“Excuse me? Let’s go back to what I just said… I have no idea who you guys are so why in the hell would I go anywhere with you?”

“Look we don’t have time for all this shit. Once we get to Missouri we can tell you everythin’ but until then we don’t got nothin’.”

Is this guy for real? I look back in forth between him and Beck. He has not even spoken a word to me yet. Maybe he’s mute. Maybe he is the strong silent type. I mean judging by the way his t-shirt is straining across his arms and chest he is definitely the strong type.

“Okay look just tell me something. Let’s start with the basics. What exactly do you want from me and what is in Missouri?” I said sitting down on the arm of recliner.

Beck comes walking up to me bends down in front of me and says “Prez sent us to collect you and bring you back to Missouri. We got some shit goin’ down and we ain’t got time for fuckin’ round. You ain’t safe here right now and we’re here to make sure you get somewhere where you are safe. You feel me?”

Well I definitely wanted to feel him… wait where did that come from? It’s hard to keep up listening to what the beautiful biker says. I take a second and let all he said try and sink in. He keeps staring at me those eyes that show so many different emotions in them. Anger maybe? Definitely anger, and possibly… lust? Nope, I’m just dreaming that.

“Okay so who exactly is Prez?”

A long silent period of staring ensued and finally with a long sigh he said “you know that non-existent father you said somethin’ bout earlier? Well that would be him; Jake Sparks. Now run along and get a few things that will fit on the back of my bike and let’s roll out.”

Okay maybe I didn’t hear him correctly. Did he just say my father?



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Ava Marshall is a full time author, wife, and mother to two kick ass kids. After being “laid off” from her job of almost 10 years she decided to say “f*ck you assholes” and started doing something that was much more fulfilling than taking shit from her douchebag bosses. Her husband bought her a laptop and told her to follow her dreams, and that is what she did. She began writing about hot, sexy, alpha bad boys that make women, and even some men swoon. Her debut novel, Love Assaulted, and its characters will always hold a special place in her heart.

Ava was born and raised in Western Arkansas. She also spent every summer with her family in Memphis, Tennessee area. When she is not writing, Ava enjoys spending time with her family and her two bestest friends in the world. She also loves trashy reality TV and is slightly obsessed with Sons of Anarchy and reading when she is not writing.

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Blog Tour ~ Taming Dex (69 Bottles, Book 4) by Zoey Derrick



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Dex Harris, Drummer for America's Hottest Alternative Rock Band 69 Bottles, has never gone looking for love—for good reason. After an ill-fated night after a tour stop in Phoenix, his wicked demons resurface. Is he strong enough to resist falling back into the black hole that was once his life or will he let addiction consume him?
Raine Montgomery has worked for Bold International, Inc since she moved to California at eighteen. She’s fought her way into the executive offices as an assistant to CEO Cami Michaels, but being an assistant isn't what she imagines doing for the rest of her life—so when Cami sends her to assist with the 69 Bottles tour, she jumps at the opportunity.
There’s only one kink in that plan—and his name is Dex Harris.
Raine doesn’t expect to be on the radar of the sexy manwhore drummer, let alone the center of his sights. Shattered from a long-term relationship with a cheater, Raine is determined to make Dex prove himself.
Will Dex toss away his one-night stands in favor of sleeping every night with only one woman—or is Raine simply his latest conquest?
A Rock Band. A Tour Bus. One Wild Ride....
**Content Warning** This books if full of crazy Alpha-male, drummer who loves women. It also contains sexual acts, content and otherwise erotic adventures between a Man and a Woman, however, there might be a little M/F/M action too. The author is not responsible for panty washing or changing, boyfriend/husband/significant other breaking, or the events that may cause you to read one handed. This story may also contain certain discussion of drugs, drug addiction, alcohol, alcohol addiction and other serious things.

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I look at her and chuckle lightly and go back to enjoying the show on the stage in front of me. Addison gets hooked up to her mic for the second time and I escape back behind the stage to the other side because I know Dex will come off stage shortly and I want to be there when he does. They finish up the song and my heart starts to flutter. Dex makes eye contact with me. His steel grey eyes penetrate me and cause me to shiver and my already heated sex to fire up. The little ball of nerves is on fire as he narrows his eyes at me. He’s on a rampage, but he’s not angry. He charges off of the stage first and Addison giggles as she passes him. Excitement, terror and pure lust course hotly through my veins. I back up toward the wall, trying to put some distance between us before he crushes me. But I have no outlet, nowhere to go. Fuck, he knows this. I put my hands up in self-defense, but he smirks. Grabbing my wrists, he spreads my arms wide and then over my head, pinning me to the wall. His lips crash hard onto mine. He smells like Dex, heady and sweaty, but it’s fucking sexy as hell. He steals my breath away the moment his tongue slides inside, seeking mine. He abruptly pulls back, he is breathing heavy. “You.” Kiss. “Made.” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Pop my stick.” Lick across my lips. “You made me lose my place.” He kisses me again. “You made me screw up.” I give him a wicked chuckle. “You naughty girl.” “Think about what you just said.” I’m still laughing. “Well, that is how fucking gorgeous you look tonight.” “Shut up,” I tell him. He pulls back. “Shut up and fucking kiss me, you idiot.” He smiles wider than I’ve ever seen him smile before and he presses his lips and sweaty body against mine and I’m completely and totally lost in his kiss. His lips, his tongue, his body pressed against me. His knee slides between my legs and I writhe against him and he groans. After a few more beats, he breaks the kiss. “We need to talk,” he whispers. “Yeah, we do.” “Stay?” “Yes,” I breathe. “Promise?” “I promise.” He slowly lets me go, like he knew I was going to be unsteady on my feet and he doesn’t want me to fall. Once I’m situated, he goes and grabs three bottles of water. He tucks one under his arm, then hands me one. I smile as we both open our bottles. He downs his in two swallows and immediately goes for the other one and downs that one equally as fast. I take a big pull off of mine and hand it over to him. He smirks, takes it and drinks it. “Gotta go,” he breathes. “Get back on the other side of the stage,” he says as a command. ‘Yes, sir.” He scowls at me, but then smiles and goes back on stage.

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Best Selling Erotic, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance author Zoey Derrick comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story. Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true. Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it. The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again

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