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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Bad Boy ***Release Day Blitz***

Title: Bad Boy: An Indecent Proposal
Author: J.C. Reed & Jackie Steele
Genre: NA/Adult Contemporary Romance
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Blurb: 
I should have seen it coming.
Sexy? Handsome? Trouble? Check, check, and check.
Is he messing up my life? Hell yes.
All the signs are there: he is a bad boy.
Even his name is a lie. Too bad I married him. I can't wait to get divorced. Does this make me sound crazy?
I know I should avoid him, run as fast as I can. However, when a harmless misunderstanding lands me in a foreign prison cell, my dear, lying husband is the only one who can get me out. Crap. I shouldn't accept.
But how to say no to trouble when said trouble is the one who makes me fantasize all the dirty things he could do to me?
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Dawn of Ash ***Release Day Blitz***

Title: Dawn of Ash Author: Rebecca Ethington Genre: YA Paranormal Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Rebecca Ethington is an internationally bestselling author with almost 700,000 books sold. Her breakout debut, The Imdalind Series, has been featured on bestseller lists since its debut in 2012, reaching thousands of adoring fans worldwide and cited as "Interesting and Intense" by USA Today's Happily Ever After Blog. From writing horror to romance and creating every sort of magical creature in be-tween, Rebecca's imagination weaves vibrant worlds that transport readers into the pages of her books. Her writing has been described as fresh, original, and groundbreaking, with stories that bend genres and create fantastical worlds. Born and raised under the lights of a stage, Rebecca has written stories by the ghost light, told them in whispers in dark corridors, and never stopped creating within the pages of a notebook.

Changing Roles **New Release***


Title: Changing Roles 
Author: Ellie Masters 











Kate Summers's career on the Force came to an implosive end when she was ousted as a noted Domme. She now subsists at the fringes, scraping by as she feeds off the misery of others. Catching cheating spouses for divorce lawyers has become her paycheck, and a case brought by the woman who destroyed her career will bring many challenges. To follow the leads and solve a murder, she must reenter the world that cost her career and change roles. There's only problem, she swore she'd never submit to a man—at least never again.























Ellie Masters has been exploring the worlds of romance, dark erotica, science fiction, and fantasy by reading and writing the stories she wants to read. When not writing, Ellie can be found outside, where her passion for all things outdoor reigns supreme: off-roading, ATV-ing, scuba diving, hiking, and breathing fresh air are top on her list. With the release of her debut novel, Ellie is pleased to add ‘author’ to her life’s list of accomplishments. Wife, lover, and mother are her most treasured roles, but Ellie has played many parts: counter girl at McDonalds, a research assistant in a Nanofabrication facility, a rocket scientist, and a physician. Which only proves anything in life is possible if you set goals and never give up. She has lived all over the United States, east, west, north, south and central, but grew up under the Hawaiian sun. She’s also been privileged to have lived overseas, experiencing other cultures and making lifelong friends. Now, Ellie is proud to call herself a Southern transplant, learning to say 'y’all', 'over yonder,' and ‘bless her heart’ with the best of them. She lives with her beloved husband, two children who refuse to flee the nest, and four fur-babies; three cats who rule the household, and a dog who wants nothing other than for the cats to be his best friends. The cats have a different opinion regarding this matter. Ellie’s favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch, laptop in place, watching a fire, drinking a good wine, and bringing forth all the characters from her mind to the page and hopefully into the hearts of her readers.





A Serenade with Beauty ***Blog Tour***



Blog Tour:
A Serenade with Beauty:
A Kurdish Love Story
by
Beth Mikell
Feb 23rd - Mar 1st








Shahram “Ram” Zare carries a dark secret—shadows of unresolved pain. Five years earlier, he and his brother fled their home country after a tribal war, but now, the ghosts have settled, and their uncle travels to the US, hoping to encourage the brothers to marry. And Ram has been charged with finding a pseudo-fiancée for his older brother, Javad. His search leads him to a beautiful woman. He hesitates to ask her to be a pawn in such an archaic system of duty, especially as his heart grows deeper in love with her.
As Mia Phillips watches her mother slip away from cancer, she bows under the pressure of unpaid bills and heartache. No amount of soul searching fills her empty bank account… or her indecision over the most breathtaking man. Ram offers her a life change, yet not with him—a fake marriage of convenience to his brother. Javad is too hard and rigid, but Ram… he is the other half of her soul. Yet they must remain friends to make the lie seem real. Or will they?
Everything comes down to propriety, honor, and the right to choose the love of their hearts…

Kurdish romance; contemporary; multicultural; interracial; novel






A novel highlighting Kurdish culture…

Prologue

Hashtian, Iran – Summer
The night air was full of heat and promise as Shahram “Ram” Zare slammed his brother’s car door shut, hammering two slaps on the roof with a wide grin. He could not believe it—his brother was really married.
Even at twenty-two, Ram felt such pride at Javad’s accomplishments and success. A bride named Aveen. What a beauty, too.
A wistful kind of ache settled in Ram’s chest, wondering when it would be his turn. Not that he necessarily wanted the whole responsibility of a wife and children on his shoulders right now, but his parents wanted the whole package for him. And family ruled supreme in the Middle East, but he hoped he could put it off another couple of years. He wanted to go to medical school.
His cousin, Saied, yanked on his arm, yammering out, “Let’s go!” in Kurdish with a smile that went on forever. The guy had more teeth than a lion, and Ram followed him to his car, his step light, nearly floating.
Tonight, they were celebrating!
Other cars peeled out down the dusty road ahead of them in a furious rush with long beeps of their car horns.
Custom dictated the entire family escort the bride and groom home, but they still had an hour’s drive before reaching their destination. Not a problem. They could roll down the windows, turn up their Kurdish music, and honk their horns all the way back to Urmia.
They took off.
Yet it was minutes later when Saied slammed on the brakes, his voice filled the air with obscenities.
All the cars, which had left before them, were stopped in a deranged mess of chaos. It took Ram all of a second to realize Javad’s car was smashed up with steam wafting up into the summer air.
He leaped out of his cousin’s car, running. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, dark fear suffocating him. A million thoughts scrambled through his mind. Where was Javad? Was he all right?
Ram bypassed other family members, ignoring their dazed expressions and fierce yelling. He was only concerned about one thing: his brother.
Before he reached Javad’s car, Saleh, his uncle, stepped in his path, shooting off in rapid Kurdish, “They’re gone, Shahram. They were lying in wait for them.”
A measure of sanity stuttered through Ram’s brain, finally turning away from the smashed, empty car to look at his uncle. “Who…? What are you saying?”
“We were right behind them. Javad and Aveen were ambushed. Some men forced them out of their car with guns before we could reach them.”
What…?
Shahram did not wait for more details, shoving off the concerned voices faster than mud off his shoe. There was no time. His eyes sought the first available car, jumping in. Several family members tried to stop him, but he could not wait, and Saied slid into the passenger seat… always his wingman.
He started the car with shaky hands, peeling out, and the squeal of the tires reverberated off the cracked, potholed pavement.
Javad needed him.
Speeding down the road, his heart thundered in time with the rising car gauge…

Shahram “Ram” Zare carries a dark secret—shadows of unresolved pain. Five years earlier, he and his brother fled the Kurdish region of Iran over a tribal war, but now, the ghosts have settled, and their uncle travels to the US, hoping to encourage the brothers to marry. And Ram has been charged with finding a pseudo-fiancée for his older brother, Javad. His search leads him to a beautiful woman. He hesitates to ask her to be a pawn in such an archaic system of duty, especially as his heart grows deeper in love with her.
As Mia Phillips watches her mother slip away from cancer, she bows under the pressure of unpaid bills and heartache. No amount of soul searching fills her empty bank account… or her indecision over the most breathtaking man. Ram offers her a life change, yet not with him—a fake marriage of convenience to his brother. Javad is too hard and rigid, but Ram… he is the other half of her soul. Yet they must remain friends to make the lie seem real. Or will they?
Everything comes down to propriety, honor, and the right to choose the love of their hearts…













Author:

Beth Mikell is an avid reader and writer across many genres. She’s a native Floridian, yet at thirteen, her family moved to Alabama and as the years turned into several, she traveled to many countries such as Brazil, Turkey, and Iran. When it comes to writing, Beth likes to weave tales about love, loss, and rebuilding hope, either in fiction or poetry. She finds the most challenging part of writing to be the end—saying goodbye is never easy.




    





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Fated ***Blog Tour***

��Blog Tour: Fated by A.S. Roberts Feb 23rd – Mar 1st ��

#Fated #A.S.Roberts #OneClick @obsessiveppromo @authora_s Cover Designer: Obsessed by Books Designs: https://www.facebook.com/obsessedbybooksdesigns Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27856762-fated Blurb: When naive, British physiotherapist, Frankie Jones, is offered the job of a lifetime, she decides letting go of her grief and moving on is exactly what the doctor ordered. But when she comes face to face with a sexy and irresistible blast from her past, she realises that this time she just can't walk away. Even if it means stirring up old memories and pain... Assertive and controlling CEO, Alex Blackmore, is shackled to obligations--obligations he didn't necessarily want. But now that Frankie is back in his life, he knows exactly what he does want--and will have. As their relationship intensifies, Alex's worlds collide and their past resurfaces, threatening to destroy what they're both working toward--letting go and moving on. Can Frankie and Alex fight their demons and embrace the future they're FATED for? This book is recommended for over 18's only, due to HOT content! Purchase Link: Amazon Universal: http://getbook.at/FatedASRoberts Excerpt Copyright © A. S. Roberts PROLOGUE 6 years previously What sort of person isn’t able to attend the funeral of their only parent of any consequence? Me, I was that sort of person. I had suffered a sort of breakdown, the doctors concurred. Emotional stress and exhaustion they called it. Pathetic my mother called it. I was standing finally on very sodden soil, constantly having to move my feet, listening to the repetitive squelching noise my black boots made in contact with the mud. I repeated the movement over and over, in order to stop them being consumed into the ground. The very ground that now held my dad. All the while I was struggling to choke back the tears which threatened to fall. Continuously I rubbed my hands together, to keep them warm. Although it was August, the weather was obviously empathetic and had the same thoughts and emotions as me. The skies continued to darken over and the rain fell in a heavy, sluggish drizzle. I was finally here, wrapped in a heavy coat and my own grief. Audibly sighing, my eyes ran over and over the words on the headstone. Michael Paul Jones Born 26/10/66 Died 29/07/09 Loving husband of Carol But there was no mention of me on there, his only child. In the world of my stepmother I didn’t exist. She hadn’t given birth to me, so therefore I was insignificant. I caught my breath, trying to swallow a gulping sob. I conjured up picture memories in my head. At least he had finally managed to tell me he loved me, even if it was only the once, and on his death bed. I looked up to the sky and watched the clouds travel unhurriedly overhead. Closing my eyes, the droplets fell; they hit my face and grouped together, finally running down my neck in rivulets. The sadness I felt was completely overwhelming. Never be the unwanted pregnancy of two people who hate each other’s guts, would be my advice to anyone. From behind me two hands came forward. They gently rubbed up and down my arms, trying to formulate a soothing sensation ‘Sweetheart, you know we are here for you, don’t you?’ The gentle voice of my aunt came through to me. I turned to her, my aunt and uncle swaddled me up in their arms. There we stood, clustered together for several minutes. ‘Come on, Frankie,’ I heard my cousin JJ speaking and as my aunt and uncle pulled away from me, he took their place and pulled me in tight against his side. ‘Let’s go home.’ I managed a fragile smile in answer, staying as close to him as was possible, wrapping my arm tight around his waist. JJ gave me the strength I had always felt I lacked. I was so pleased he had come back from America. His presence here today meant everything to me. I was last to walk down the well-worn path to the front door of my aunt and uncle’s small, but very homely, terraced house. The old wooden gate shut with a bang behind us. Flexing and contracting on its very antique, rusted spring. ‘Frankie love.’ The raised voice of our next-door neighbour, broke me out of my melancholy thoughts. I raised my eyes from the cobbled path. She came out of her front door quickly; obviously she had been awaiting our return, twitching the net curtains. Her arms were laden. ‘These came for you, my dear.’ She handed me a large, beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers, the colours of which seemed like a rainbow on such a wet day. Her face showed concern for my obviously distressed appearance. She ran her hand fleetingly up and down my arm. ‘Oh thank you, Norah’ I took the bouquet from her. Puzzled as to where they had come from, I pulled the card from the small envelope and started to read. A person’s strength isn’t shown by how much they can take before they break. A person’s strength is shown by how much they can take after they have already been broken. X Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/21qmz6zh267ruvnqa7eexlyga/playlist/0cV8SixSHKtedJnc4LpDDx Author: I am a chocolate addict, children loving, mad woman. A self confessed book whore who reads more than she exercises. Luckily I am married to the love of my life, together we have four boys and lots of dogs. I live in south east England, although I love to travel. When I'm not reading... I can be found writing and drinking copious amounts of tea! 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