Thursday, February 27, 2014

COVER REVEAL... Check out this GORGEOUS cover for Seeing Stars by J Sterling



Synopsis:

Walker Rhodes is a hot singing sensation who never settles down, spends too much money gambling and gets in trouble on the daily- at least if you believe all the tabloids.
Madison Myers is a hard working talent agent assistant thrust into the spotlight one day after Walker pulls her on stage during one of his concerts. She tries to stay away from him, but he keeps chasing her. She is strong in her resolve and he is relentless in his pursuit. The question is... WHY?!?! 

Tabloid Headline Reads:  Walker Rhodes pulls woman on stage during LA concert and serenades her with stars in his eyes and we watched as the sparks flew! But just who is this mystery woman who has stolen Walker's heart?  And will she be the one to finally tie down our favorite womanizing gambler? 

Our readers poll: 80% say no way!
The other 20% wish they were her!
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Releasing on March 13th

Teaser Excerpt:

Walker sat on one of the stage steps, his chin in his hand as he spoke to the screaming crowd. “I need a volunteer for this next part.” His head raised slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Keri jumped up and down like a crazy person, waving her arms and screaming his name. I laughed at her antics and sat perfectly still, not wanting to bring any more unwanted attention to myself.
Another tap on my shoulder caused my irritation to bubble as I turned to what was sure to be that annoying overly made-up stupid girl again.
It wasn’t.
I came face-to-face with a giant of a man wearing all black and holding a walkie-talkie. Intimidated, I took a half step back and looked around for Keri.
“Come with me.” His tone implied a demand, not a request, and I suddenly wondered what I’d done wrong.
Who the hell was this guy? He’s not the boss of me. He’s not going to tell me to come with him and think I’ll just obey. I frowned and said quickly, “Uh. No, thanks.”
He flashed his VIP backstage pass in my face as if it were the only credential he needed. “Miss. It’s part of the show. Can you come with me, please? You’ll be onstage with Mr. Rhodes.”
Oh.
Well, shit.
I guess he could be the boss of me, after all.
I shot Keri a surprised look before I was quickly hauled off in the direction of an almost completely darkened backstage area. We walked through a black curtain before we were hit with lights and blaring music.
“I’m going to bring you onstage.”
“And then what?” I asked, suddenly nervous. Not to be around Walker Rhodes, but nervous at the thought of standing in front of thousands of screaming people with cell phones ready to record my every move.
I started to tremble. Afraid my legs wouldn’t hold me up any longer, I begged the security guy to help me out there. He smiled at me and gave me a little shove.
Thanks, you dick.
Next thing I knew, I was standing onstage, my face mere inches from Walker’s. Walker no-human-being-should-be-anywhere-near-this-gorgeous-in-real-life Rhodes.

Author Bio:

I got fired from my last job.
It's true

I know you're sitting there thinking, "Jenn, how could anyone in their right mind fire someone as amazing and awesome as you are???" And I'd love to give you a good reason, but the truth is... being This! Awesome! is clearly very scary to other less awesome people.  :)

So I said screw them and started writing my first book. And you know what I realized? Writing books that
mean something to me is a million times better than working my ass off for someone who doesn't really care about anything other than the bottom line.

My
soul feels more satisfied.
My
heart, more full.

So thank you for reading, loving and recommending the stories I write.
I think you're awesome- and not only am I
not scared of other awesome people, I want them on my team!

Click HERE to read a post where I talk about how you all have changed my life. :)

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BOOK SUMMARY:

My name is Gemini Sheridan. At least that’s what I thought it was for 23 years. Then one day a slight adjustment on the wheel of my mountain bike set into motion a series of catastrophic events that changed my life forever. Now I’m running from the headaches that threaten to destroy me… from the assassins that threaten to kill me… from the truth that exposes who I really am… and from the man that wants to save me. Because he now owns my heart and I fear him above all others.

My name is Drexel Wolfe and I’m a private investigator. Nothing ever stands in the way of what I want because when I see something I just take it. All of that changed the night my life collided with Gemini Sheridan’s and now everything is one hot damn mess. And the worst part of it all is that I’m trying to save her ass and I don’t know why the hell I’m even bothering. Well, that’s not exactly true. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s crawled into every thought I own, asleep or awake. I have serious plans for her that include making her mine. What she doesn’t know is that when I play, I play for keeps. Nothing and no one will get in my way or stop me… not even Gemini Sheridan herself.






Tragic Desires Excerpt—Language, Sexual Content

She stops in front of me and I’ve got to say, she looks hot as hell all suited up in her gear.
“Have a nice ride?” I ask. My voice is deceptively smooth. I’m seething but doing a damn good job of keeping it contained.
“Yeah.”
My head motions toward her bike. “I like your new wheels.”
“Thanks. Just bought her today.”
“Yeah. Your friend Jason told me. You look damn good in that suit.”
“Thanks. Um, did you get my letter?”
“Yep.”
She looks at me and finally flicks her shield up so I can see her face.
“Got a little muddy, did ya?”
“Yeah. It was great.” She grins and looks so damned happy, I could cry.
“Feel better now?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. Take off the helmet.”
She dips her head for a second, like she’s going to argue, but then she does as I say.
“Now get off that bike.”
One of her feet is still attached to the pedal so she unclips and swings her leg over the bike. She lays the bike gently on the ground, like it’s something precious she doesn’t want to hurt. When she stands back up, I say, “Now come here.”
“I don’t …”
My voice is gruff. “I’m not asking. I’m telling. Come. Here. Now.”
Her shoes make a clicking noise as she takes the few steps to reach me and when she’s within arm’s length, my fingers hook into the neckline of her suit and I jerk her in the rest of the way. My mouth is on hers before the gasp can make it past her lips. I kiss her hard and without mercy, bruising her. When she has no air left and I know she needs to breathe, I release her.
“What part about when I told you that you are mine did you not understand? I play for keeps, Gemini. When I told you I wanted to own you, I didn’t mean for an hour, a day, or a week. I meant forever. You don’t get up and walk out of my life in the middle of the night. Do I make myself clear?”
Her lips press together into a thin line, but she shakes her head up and down.
“Good. Now, do you love me? Yes or no.”
“Yes, damn it! My letter …”
I cut her off. “Good. Get in the car.”
Her nostrils flare as she starts to head for her damn rental car.
“Not that car. My car.”
“But …”
“One of my men is on the way to pick that one up.”
“My bike? I’m not leaving it here.”
“I’ll get it. Just. Get. In. The. Fucking. Car. Now.” My jaws are clenched.
She stomps over to the passenger door and I fetch her bike. When it’s nestled in the back, I get behind the wheel.
“Won’t he need these?” Her voice is as snarky as I’ve ever heard it.
She holds up the keys to the rental car. I snatch them out of her hand and toss them out the window. They land by the trunk of the rental and I keep driving. There’s no mistaking I’m pissed as hell, but she’s not exactly smiling either.
My mouth is clamped shut for a few more minutes because I can’t say anything for fear of exploding. When I finally cool down, I say, “If you wanted to go on a fucking bike ride, why didn’t you just say so? I have a shit ton of employees who come up here all the time. I could’ve arranged it for you.”
“It was more than a fucking bike ride. It was saving my sanity.” She slams her fist against her palm.
“Then talk to me, goddammit. Don’t leave me a letter and sneak out in the middle of the night after gouging a microchip out of your body. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I needed to get away from you. From everything. I needed a break. Even from you.”
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I tried but every time I mentioned it, you’d tell me how dangerous it was.”
“It is dangerous. When are you going to get that?”
“I do get it but I can’t live like that.”
“I’m setting you up in your own place. You’ll have bodyguards. Apparently you don’t want to be around me, so you’ll get your wish. But you can’t go traipsing off like this. You will die if you keep this up. And I can’t live with you dead.”
“Fine.” She crosses her arms.
That’s it. She’s silent for the rest of the drive and I don’t speak, either. We pull up in front of a high-rise, close to the office. It has underground secure parking. I park and then enter the codes to open the elevator. She’s so quiet, I can hear her breathing. We get off on the third floor. What she doesn’t know is that I own every unit on this floor. My men are outside and step aside as we arrive. We walk inside and I close the door behind us.
Before she says anything, I tell her, “Get out of that suit now, unless you want me to tear it off you.”
She gives me a hard look and then slowly unzips. Before she can get it off, I’m on her, tugging the top of it down until it traps her arms to her sides. I pull her bra up and over her breasts and my head dives to her pearled nipples. Her skin is salty from sweat, but it drives me mad with want. I don’t know what’s come over me but I have to possess her … all of her. I want to hear her scream my name. I want to pleasure and punish her at the same time.
I trap her against the wall and my mouth and tongue are nearly cruel as they suck and bite her nipples. She wants more, I know, but I want her to feel my pain too. As my mouth works my torture on her, my hands unzip her suit the rest of the way and tug it lower, right to the point where it hits her panty line. The sight of that bandage makes me shudder, but I push those thoughts aside and turn them back to her sex. Then my fingers find her and my cock jolts as I feel how drenched she is. I plunge inside of her, punishing, teasing, but I won’t let her come. She’s begging me, but I won’t relent. When I’m just as tormented as she is, I pull her to the sofa and rip the suit and her panties off. I bend her over the back of it and slam into her.
“Don’t you ever think of leaving me again, because if you do, you’ll never have this. You’ll never feel this again. And you love this every bit as much as I do. Tell me, Gemini. Tell me now.”


About the Author:


One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life.  So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase.  Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had ├╝ber quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head.  Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window.  She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss and quit her job.  Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).

So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and Tragically Flawed.

Other than being in love with writing about being in love, she loves chocolate, ice cream and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.

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