Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Are you ready for some FURY (The Seven Deadly Series Book #3)?

The much anticipated release of Fisher Amelie's third standalone installment of The Seven Deadly Series, FURY, finally has a release date! Stay tuned below for the reveals of her new covers for VAIN and GREED, a chapter from FURY, as well as the heart-stopping trailer for FURY, due out May 4th, 2015.

Prepare Yourselves.

About FURY:
Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Fury May 4
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The new cover for the first standalone in The Seven Deadly Series, VAIN.

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The new cover for the second standalone in The Seven Deadly Series, GREED.

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And now for an excerpt from FURY, due out May 4th, 2015...

I heard a snap and the light cracked on, piercing through my closed lids. My head pounded and I groaned then rolled over, pulling my cover over my head to drown out the source of my pain. “Get up,” a deep voice commanded. “Get up,” he continued, kicking my shoe. “Dad,” I rasped. “I’m hungover and feel like shit.” He was silent for a moment so I pulled the cover down just enough to see his face. He was not amused. “Ethan, watch your language, get your butt up, and find a job.” I didn’t answer him. I had nothing to say that would please him. “And while you’re at it, stop this ridiculous drinkin’, son.” I sat up, ran my hands through my long black hair and wrapped the length around my fist. I sat back against the wall, reveling in how cool it was, and tried not to vomit. “Did you see them today?” I asked him, unable to help myself. My dad removed his hat and leaned against the jamb, scrubbing his face with his free hand. “You like to torture yourself,” he said, shaking his head then sighing. “You remind me so much of your mama.” The mere mention of my mother sent me spiraling down once more in depression. We’d lost her a few years before and I was still in agony. That, coupled with the fact that Spencer Blackwell stole my girl right out from underneath my nose, was enough for me to drink to excess every night. I hate him. “Are they,” I swallowed, afraid of his answer, “are they together now?” My father sighed again. “Ethan, get dressed.” “Are they?” I asked again, letting my hand drop to my side. My hair slid with it and cascaded down my back. “You are a stubborn boy. Yes, okay? Yes, they’re together. All the more reason to move on, son.” My body suddenly weighed a thousand pounds and I felt my head reeling. So it was true then. They were together and they would probably get married and I was going to have to sit there in that godforsaken small town and watch it all happen. I was going to get a front row seat to my own misery. I nodded once, rested my hands on my knees for a brief moment, then ran past my dad, shouldering him as I did so and nearly knocking him over before making it to the small bathroom across the hall and retching everything in my stomach into the toilet. My dad stood in the bathroom doorway shaking his head in disappointment. When I was done, I fell back into the wall. That look shamed me to my core. Any time my dad felt let down, I felt the weight of my disgrace so heavy the only thing I could think to dull the ache was to drink myself into a stupor. It was a vicious cycle. I let my hair cascade over my face. I heard the old wood floor creak beneath his feet as he left without another word and jumped when the front door slammed. My eyes closed as my head pounded. The claw foot tub sat to my left so I leaned up and turned on the water, slowly removing my clothing one piece at time. Each movement felt like a hammer slamming into my head. “God,” I groaned. “I am an idiot.” I stood then stepped underneath the warm water and just stood in silence, letting the water absorb into my hair and seep into my skin. I breathed in the steam deeply. I was miserable. Not just physically but my heart was the heaviest it’d felt since my mom passed and I had no one to blame but Spencer Blackwell for that. The asshole who rode into my life under the guise of helping his sister only to yank what I thought was a stable foundation right out from underneath me. He stole from me, a bona fide thief, and I wanted to make him pay. No, I needed to make him pay. But how? I finished showering and threw a towel around my waist, stepping from the tub and toppling onto my bed when I reached my room and fell to sleep, not even bothering to dress myself. I fell quickly, fantasizing about my revenge. I must have slept for hours because when I woke, it was pitch black outside. I rolled onto my side and checked my alarm clock. Eleven o’clock. Perfect timing, I thought. I sat up and tucked my towel around my waist a little tighter, stood and went straight for my dresser. I grabbed a pair of boxers and socks and put those on before heading for my closet and tossing an old, worn pair of jeans on, a thermal and an old tee. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my wallet and keys, threw on my boots and headed toward my piece of shit truck. I knew exactly where I was going because it was where I planned on going every night until I forgot about Caroline Hunt. My truck started but barely and I tore out of our driveway not bothering with my seatbelt, kicking up dust and rocks as my tires spun against the loose gravel. I’d replaced my stereo because I couldn’t stand radio, at least not Kalispell radio, and plugged my phone into the audio cable. Bastille’s Dreams remake blasted and I turned it up, letting the painful lyrics wash over me, fueling my desire to get plastered as quickly as possible. I entertained myself with thoughts of strangling Spencer Blackwell with both hands then beating the crap out of him with my fists. Bastard. I pulled into the local pub and put my piece into park before tucking my left foot into the emergency brake. I disconnected my phone and the stereo went silent, reminding me of how alone I really was. I turned the engine off and absolute silence surrounded me. I couldn’t take it. My door creaked with age as it swung open and I slammed it shut, unable not to. The fury raging in my blood was more than I could contain. Before heading inside, my hand went to the empty space between the cab and the bed and searched for the bottle of whiskey I always had wedged in between. I took a large swig, not wanting to spend too much of my savings on the liquor inside the crap establishment. After all, I was going to need it. Revenge was a costly business. I took one more swig for good measure and wedged it back in its usual place then wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve. My hair swung heavy in my eyes. It was still a little wet from my shower and I thought about tying it back with the extra leather tie I usually kept in my glove compartment but thought better of it. It helped me hide and I wanted to hide. I looked around me. The lot was full but I only recognized a few cars this time which was good because I had no intention of making conversation. Regardless, most of Kalispell had stopped trying because I’d rarely done any responding since Cricket cut out my fucking heart and ate it raw. The hair was only insurance. I took two deep draws of air, gulping it down, desperate for it to soothe me but, of course, it didn’t. I let each escape my lips in shaky breaths and clenched my fists over and over before deciding to head inside. My boots crunched the gravel beneath my feet as I headed toward the door. When I entered, I ducked my head toward the floor and let my hair cover me, not that it did any good other than to conceal me. I could still feel the heat of their stares, though, still feel the pity in their gazes. I wanted so badly to yell at them to fuck off but I kept as much composure as possible. I couldn’t get kicked out of the only real bar in Kalispell. I picked a stool at the end of the bar, the same stool I always did in the corner and in the back because it was dark. I sat and met Vi’s eyes. She sauntered over to me, placing her elbows on the bar top, giving me a clear view of her generous chest. I held back my eye roll. “Hello, darlin’,” she drawled. “You look like shit.” “The usual, Vi,” I told her as quietly as I could. “How ‘bout a kiss then first?” she asked, leaning in a bit more. “Christ, Vi, how many times? Huh? Just get me the gosh damn drink.” She laughed. “Already worked up then, I see. I like it,” she said, winking. Vi, or Violet, was thirty-nine years old, had lived in Kalispell her entire life, and had worked as a bartender for over fifteen years. I could tell at one time Vi had been a beautiful woman but I could also tell she had heard many hollow promises from equally hollow men and that she obviously believed them all. Otherwise, why would she still be there? I watched her tired eyes and her slightly too-forced smile. She had the look of someone who used to be chased but had graduated to the chaser. She looked miserable. She left and returned with an empty glass and a bottle of Jack. She set the glass on the bar and filled it to the brim. She was being generous. She was always this way. She told me once she hoped I would drink it all away and decide to take her up on her offer. I told her that would be a cold day in hell, to which she only laughed. “Drink up, buttercup,” she said, smiling lasciviously. “I will,” I told the bar top. I watched the world around me through the breaks in the hanging strands and six glasses later, I was starting to finally feel numb. I lifted my head a little feeling slightly relieved, feeling like I could breathe a little deeper now that the ache wasn’t so severe. I continued to search the crowd, not knowing who I was really looking for. A quiet but persistent nagging awareness took residence in my chest for some unknown reason as I watched a girl dance on her own in the middle of the dance floor. Others around her paid no attention to her but she was the first person my eyes were drawn to. I studied her. Her hair was tucked into a blue scarf, little tendrils peeking through and grazing across her neck whenever she moved. She was extraordinarily tall and her hips and rear end were more indulgent than I’d ever considered before. She turned slightly, giving me her silhouette. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were full. She was beautiful, I could tell, even if I couldn’t see her fully through the low lights. “Jeez,” I said, swiping a hand down my face. “I’ve had too much.” But I still couldn’t stop watching her. She wore worn jean cut offs, a fitted button up with the sleeves rolled up her forearms and ankle boots. She rolled her shoulders playfully, enticing someone she knew just off the dance floor. Another girl joined her side and they did the robot. She threw her head back and laughed. This shocked me almost sober. “That laugh,” I whispered to myself. “That laugh,” I repeated. I knew it but couldn’t quite place it. She took her friend’s hand and twirled her around the floor vivaciously. She was so full of life. So my exact opposite. She lightheartedly skipped in place and raised an arm in salute to her friend before turning toward me. That’s when I got a good, clear look at her. I gasped out loud and placed my hand on the back of my head, my elbow on the bartop, ducking my head down lower to hide myself further. Please, please, please do not recognize me, I thought, still watching her from the corner of my eye. She stood two seats down from me. “Vi!” she said, laughing a little. “Vi!” Vi turned toward her. “Hey, baby! What’ll it be?” “Can I have a water, please?” she asked, sitting down and releasing a breath of exhaustion. She continued to smile, though, and it ate a little at my gut. “Of course,” Vi answered and started to pour water into a clear plastic cup. Vi’s eyes pinched a little. “Hey?” she said. “Yeah?” she asked. “How come I never see you drink anything harder?” Her face fell a little but picked right back up. No one would have noticed it but me. “I’ve never had good luck with alcohol,” she admitted a bit sadly. Vi was quick enough to recognize something there that didn’t want to be said and let it go with a nod, handing over the water without another word. “Vi!” someone else called out and she walked their direction. She took a long drink from her water and set it down, turning toward the crowd and surveying the dancers. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, some private joke she shared with herself. I looked on her for a long time. Long enough for my heart to calm itself. Long enough to struggle with myself in an internal argument. Finally, I decided that I wasn’t watching her because I found her attractive, though I knew she was. Only that I was wondering what she was doing there. She turned around in her seat after catching her breath and glanced at me. For a moment, I believed she didn’t recognize me but I was wrong. A second scan confirmed it for her. She leaned in and narrowed her eyes. Shit. “Ethan?” she asked. “Is that you?” “Hello, Finley,” I answered.

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About Fisher Amelie: 

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Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first 'mama' patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, 'Jonah', and her Beta, 'Whale'. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn't mind all that much because life isn't worth living if it isn't entertaining, right? Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award.

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Monday, March 30, 2015

Blog Tour: His Only Wife by Melissa Brown




HIS ONLY WIFE
by Melissa Brown
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I didn’t think I’d ever want to devote my life to someone. That is, until Brin. 

I was twenty-six years old the day she entered my life, just when I’d given up hope, just when I’d given up completely on having any shred of happiness in my pathetic excuse for a life. After years of indecision, self destruction and soul-searching, she found me.

Brinley challenged everything I thought I knew. She proved that goodness could still come from that hellish compound. Goodness, bravery and love. She changed everything the moment she knocked on the door of my apartment, acting as brave as a lion, even though she was shaking like a terrified mouse stuck in my trap.

And now, three years later, I want her as my wife. My only wife. Till death do us part.

Just us.

And I’ve never wanted anything more.


Brinley’s POV


Our first summer living together in Porter’s house, he introduced me to drive-in movies. Well, he introduced me to a bunch of things I’d never experienced before: movie theaters, miniature golf, rock climbing, fast food drive-throughs. and picnics in the field near our house. But my favorite, by far, was the drive-in movie theater.

I’ll never forget that first night when Porter introduced me to the concept. I was new to living in the outside world. Movies and television, on the whole, were still new to me, but the idea of watching a movie outside was almost impossible to imagine.

When we’d first arrived, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. The drive-in was out in the middle of nowhere, next to a shallow canyon. Dust flew inside the cab of Porter’s truck as we approached the ticket taker. The booth was rusted and painted an odd pistachio green. I eyed Porter, wondering just how long the drive-in had been in business. If the dilapidated state of the booth was any indication, it had been quite a while.

“It’s vintage.” He laughed as he pulled the truck away from the booth and approached the enormous movie screen.

“Kinda like me?” I teased, looking down at my modest outfit. Until recently, I’d only worn old-fashioned clothes and my hair in a long blond braid down my back.

“Nah, you’re classic, Brin. Classic.”

They were playing a marathon of old movies, the black-and-white kind. Honestly, I didn’t really understand the difference all that much until Porter explained that Clark Gable’s expressions and slang in It Happened One Night no longer translated in the modern world. I was captivated by the actor’s handsome, debonair onscreen persona. And I was equally fascinated by the hairstyles and costumes of his leading lady—the glamour of the actress, her perfectly made-up face and flawless skin. But most of all, I was entranced by the entire experience of watching a movie on a larger-than-life screen all from the bed of Porter’s truck, salt and butter from the freshly made popcorn lingering on my fingers.

The stars were bright above us as we lay in the bed of the truck. Fleece blankets softened the unyielding metal beneath us, and pillows cradled us comfortably as we lounged. Candy of all kinds and giant convenience-store sodas kept our bellies full and satisfied as we snuggled up together, my legs draped over his, and his arm resting comfortably beneath the small of my back.

In a word, it was heavenly. And I don’t take that word lightly.

“That was romantic,” I said with a yawn on our drive back to the house.

Porter laughed. “You think so? Even though the place is falling apart?”

The wind blew through my hair and I nodded. “Yes. Thank you for taking me.” I slid closer to him and he wrapped his arm around me, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“I love introducing you to stuff like this. Your expressions make it totally worth it.”

That comment made me self-conscious, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, I was still quite a fish out of water. I fidgeted with my hair and shifted in my seat. “I must look ridiculous.”

“Never,” he insisted, his voice serious. “It’s sweet. It’s like this look of wonder, ya know? You’re experiencing so many things for the first time, and I get to be there for it. Makes me feel really lucky.”

My nose had wrinkled in disbelief. “Really? Lucky?”

Porter had kissed my head again. “Every single day.”

It’s amazing that you can live somewhere for twenty-two years and never feel like you fit in, like you’re home. That night in his truck, I’d known I was finally home. Porter was the home I’d dreamed about for years.
My 4.5 Star Review


After reading Wife Number Seven, I was happy to see Brin get her HEA with Porter; She almost paid the ultimate price for her freedom, her life but clearly she was destined for her happiness with the love of her life, Porter. Her life was now her own.  I always wondered did they end up happy? Has she acclimated to life outside the compound? Did they get married? Do they have kids? Was Porter able to kick his drug habit?

A few years later Porter and Brin are going strong. She has a job she loves and a boyfriend she adores. Porter would love nothing more than to give Brin the world. Brin was his angel. She saved him from himself.

Now Porter wants nothing more than to make Brinley his wife. You know the whole, to have and to hold from this day forward to death do us part. He wants her for life. He is scared knowing that Brin’s first experience with marriage was a complete nightmare and something she had no say in. Struggling with his inner demons he finds guidance from a good friend because he is afraid is she says no, that he will fall back into old habits.

Brin is fascinated with her new found freedom and Porter loves nothing more than to put that look of awe on her face. He has been so supportive and understanding. Not only is Porter her lover but he has also become guide, her teacher and her best friend. She never knew a love that theirs actually existed. No matter how great Porter is, Brin still deals with the uncertainty of her freedom and the guilt for leaving her sister wives behind.

Melissa Brown did a fantastic job with Porter’s p.o.v on things. Porter is amazing. The love he has for Brin is amazing. The determination he has to provide her a life where she will not want anything because he is able to give her everything. He works his butt off to better their future. It broke my heart when he’d hit those bumps in the road. He is just so passionate but that passion makes him feel unworthy of her love.

This is a beautiful story of a couples struggle to survive in everyday life. A couple who makes the best of all the things they have. A couple who may not be millionaires, but in the end have it all, because when it comes down to it, their love is what makes their lives so rich.




Melissa Brown was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. She attended the University of Illinois and is the mother of two fantastic kids. She's an avid reader who enjoys making handmade gifts for her family and friends, as well as baking and painting. Melissa has an unhealthy obsession with pop culture. She speaks fluent movie quotes from the 1980s (John Hughes = genius), reads celebrity gossip magazines and never misses an episode of Scandal. She enjoys writing contemporary romance, romantic suspense and young adult novels.

All of Melissa's books are currently available exclusively through Amazon.com and are part of the Kindle Unlimited Program.


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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Happy Release Day to author A.M Hargrove!!! Kestrel is LIVE!!!





Kestrel (A Hart Brothers Novel)
**Though is part of the Hart Brothers Series, This is a Stand Alone Novel
**Not intended for readers under the age of 18 due to its mature content and strong language.

Two lives with horrific pasts. One chance meeting that changed them both forever.

“One look at her and I want to run. Frizzy hair, thick glasses, mom jeans, and ruffles up to her neck. Who the hell wears shit like that? What decade is she living in? My mother doesn’t even dress like that!”

Raised by a monster, Kestrel Hart somehow survived. Now that the monster is dead, he’s trying to move on, to pull himself together. Struggling with issues no one can imagine, he moves away from his family, from the brother who loves him and the sister-in-law who supports and understands him the best.

Charleston, South Carolina is his new home. And he has a purpose. He’s opening up a new division of his brother’s corporation. But a surprise awaits him. Her name is Carter Drayton.

Carter’s past is also a painful one. She is dealing with the tragic death of her family. She’s healing in the only way she knows how.

Carter needs love. Kestrel craves human contact. Neither of them recognizes what’s right before their eyes. Will they see it before it’s too late?







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As we walk back to his place he says something to me that I’m not sure how to take.
“Carter, I was so wrong about you.”
“How’s that?”
“Remember the day we met and you asked me if you weren’t good enough and I said you weren’t bad enough?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“I don’t want you to be bad.” He stops and turns me to face him. “I need good in my life. I need an angel, a human angel, like you. I’m sick of all the bad.” Then he kisses me. We’re in the middle of King Street and people are everywhere, having to move around the obstacle we’ve created. But Kestrel doesn’t give a damn. He ends it as quickly as he started it and I’m walking with him, stunned by his comment.
“Kestrel?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you tell me your story someday?”
“Yeah. But it may be a while.”
“Okay.” I wrap my arm around his waist as we walk. “Do me a favor though.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t hurt me. I’m sort of fragile and I don’t think I can deal with that.”
“Same here, Carter.”
“Do me another favor, please.”
“Sure.”
“Whatever you do, don’t let me fall in love with you.”
He stops walking. “Why’s that?”
“Because someone always loses in love.”





 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 Naughty and Nice Romance Author. 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, Death Waltz, Tragically Flawed (Tragic 1), Tragic Desires (Tragic 2), Exquisite Betrayal, Dirty Nights; and lastly Freeing Her, Freeing Him, and Kestrel—all part of the Hart Brothers Series.

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




Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Easy with You: A With You in Seattle Novella by Kristen Proby

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We are absolutely thrilled to be able to bring you the Release Day Launch for Kristen Proby's EASY WITH YOU!! EASY WITH YOU is an Adult Erotic Romance novella filled with suspense in Kristen’s With Me in Seattle Series!! Kristen's beloved characters, sexy situations, and suspense!? Run, don't walk, to Amazon and one click this bad boy!

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Excerpt: “You didn’t ask for her number.” She scowls and pokes her finger into my chest. I look down at it, then glance up at her with a raised brow. “You just assaulted an officer.” “I did?” She swallows hard. “Yes. I might have to arrest you.” “With handcuffs?” She smiles gleefully, clearly excited at the thought. “Would you like me to arrest you with handcuffs?” “Hell to the yes!” “Kate?” There’s suddenly a very tall, very irritated man standing behind the fiery redhead, staring daggers into me. I can’t help but laugh. “I’m talking to the hot Asher,” she says, not turning to look at him. “I assaulted him, and he’s a cop, and he’s going to put me in handcuffs.” “No, I don’t believe he will.” I laugh again. “There’s nothing going on here, man.” “Come see Lila!” Kate takes my hand, pulling me from my stool to the table behind us. Most of the women have cleared out, leaving just a few, including the sexy as fuck woman I met on the plane yesterday. “Where did everyone go?” “Declan took them home,” Lila replies, and her hand stops midway between the table and her lips, holding her drink. Her violet eyes widen when she sees me. “Hi.” “We meet again.” I sit next to her, my fingers itching to plunge in her dark hair and brush it over her shoulder. “How are you, Lila?” “Fine.” She clears her throat and smiles at me. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” “A happy coincidence,” I reply softly. “You look beautiful.” And she does. Her eyes are a bit glassy from the alcohol, her cheeks just a little flushed. Her hair is straight and falls down her back and over her slim shoulders. Before I can ask her questions about her trip here, or anything about her, we are soon pulled into the conversation with the others at the table. But when Kate asks Lila if she’s ready to go, I’m shocked when Lila responds with, “I’m gonna have Asher take me home.”


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 About EASY WITH YOU:
 Nothing has ever come easy for Lila Bailey. She’s fought for every good thing in her life during every day of her thirty-one years. Aside from that one night with an impossible to deny stranger a year ago, Lila is the epitome of responsible. Steadfast. Strong. She’s pulled herself out of the train wreck of her childhood, proud to be a professor at Tulane University and laying down roots in a city she’s grown to love. But when some of her female students are viciously murdered, Lila’s shaken to the core and unsure of whom she can trust in New Orleans. When the police detective assigned to the murder case comes to investigate, she’s even more surprised to find herself staring into the eyes of the man that made her toes curl last year. In an attempt to move on from the tragic loss of his wife, Asher Smith moved his daughter and himself to a new city, ready for a fresh start. A damn fine police lieutenant, but new to the New Orleans force, Asher has a lot to prove to his colleagues and himself. With a murderer terrorizing the Tulane University campus, Asher finds himself toe-to-toe with the one woman that haunts his dreams. His hands, his lips, his body know her as intimately as he’s ever known anyone. As he learns her mind and heart as well, Asher wants nothing more than to keep her safe, in his bed, and in his and his daughter’s lives for the long haul. But when Lila becomes the target, can Asher save her in time, or will he lose another woman he loves?

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A Message from Kristen Proby:
Dear readers, As you know, the With Me In Seattle series came to a close earlier this month with the eighth and final installment, FOREVER WITH ME. I've been steadfast in my decision that there would be no further stories from the series, no spin-offs, nothing more. In my mind, it was complete. And I still feel that the Montgomery/Williams families are complete, and I maintain that I'm happy with their happy-ever-afters. But, I've also heard you when you've said that Asher, Matt Montgomery's partner in TIED WITH ME, deserves to have a happily ever after for himself and his daughter Casey. So, when the lovely ladies from 1001 Dark Nights asked me to participate in their wonderful project, I thought long and hard about whose story it should be about. Seattle is finished, and I've moved on to New Orleans for the new Boudreaux Series... And then it occurred to me: why not do both, and offer a companion novella to each of the series? And so, because you, the reader, has been so insistent that you want to see Asher and Casey find their perfect person, I'm excited to introduce you to EASY WITH YOU. I think you're going to love Asher and Lila's love story this spring...

Happy Reading, Kristen Proby


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ABOUT KRISTEN PROBY: New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby is the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at KristenProby.com.    

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

MASSIVE GIVEAWAY! Did you get your copy of M. Leighton's Pocketful of Sand?

POCKETFUL OF SAND blurb:

“She’s beauty for my ashes. And I’m hope for her heartache.”—Cole Danzer

I don’t know what makes a great love story. Is it that instant attraction when boy meets girl? The passionate kisses and the fairy-tale ending? Or is it a lifetime of tragedy, paid in advance, for a few stolen moments of pure bliss? The pain and the suffering that, in the end, you can say are worth it for having found the missing piece of your soul?

The answer is: I don’t know. I don’t know what makes a great love story. I only know what makes my love story. I only know that finding Cole when I did, when Emmy and I were running from a nightmare, was the only thing that saved me. That saved us. He was more broken than I was, but somehow we took each other’s shattered pieces and made a whole. If that is what makes a great love story, if that is what makes an epic romance, then mine…ours is the greatest of them all.

Contains material that some may find disturbing. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.



My 4.5 star review for Pocketful of Sand by M. Leighton
Summary:
Eden and her daughter Emmy just moved to Miller’s Pond, Maine. Looking forward to a fresh start and a safe place to live. The thing is, you can never really run away from a nightmare.  To be safe, Eden homeschools her daughter. She has learned the only people you can trust is yourself.
While taking a walk on the beach, her daughter sees a man building a sandcastle. It is that moment that changes their lives forever.
Like Eden, Cole is broken. He lives in a constant state of guilt and misery. The minute he sees Eden and Emma, his life becomes clear. He can see a future for the first time in years. Although he has sworn to never be happy or to love again, Eden and Emmy have made their way into his heart and he just can’t get them out of his head.
After a few encounters and a steaming hot kiss, Eden is hopeful for a future with Cole. It is the first time in years she has felt safe. When their pasts are shared and they have a better understanding of each other things seem to go well.
When Cole’s past catches up with him, it crushes Eden and completely collapses the foundation they started to build with each other. The thing is, keeping her distance could be the biggest mistake of her and her daughter’s life.

My Thoughts:
Eden and Emmy have a horrific past. Eden has done her best to provide for Emmy and give her a normal life. One that consists of routine, familiarity and love. Emmy is very shy and doesn’t take well to strangers. When they meet Cole, there is something about him that draws them to him. Emmy isn’t as shy around him. Although the town speaks poorly of Cole, Eden can’t seem to get him off her mind, regardless of what the town’s people say about him, she is intrigued. She can see the battle he fights within himself in his eyes, she knows he is broken and that is something they have in common.
Cole had the life that people dream of. He was a professional football player who lost his daughter in a tragic accident. Since then, he has become the town’s local crazy. When he meets Eden, things change for him. He battles himself and his guilt for finding happiness with Eden and Emmy. When things get intense, he ends up pulling away and then realizes his mistake.
You know that saying, people come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime? Well let’s just say this is a lifetime kind of thing.
M. Leighton never ceases to amaze me with her fantastic characters. They way she is able to capture the emotions. I was happy, sad, crushed, scared. The chemistry between Cole and Eden is like the perfect storm; at first it is calm, then it is out of control and destructive and then in the aftermath, you have a new start. Sometimes it takes two broken hearts to put the pieces back together again and when that happens, it is the most beautiful thing.

The ending of this book is unique. Kinda of like that choice that Alice in Wonderland was given… Eat Me/Drink Me… Go this way or go that way. You, the reader have that choice to make. I won’t say what choice I made but I will say that this book AMAZED ME. So heartbreakingly beautiful.

POCKETFUL OF SAND links:

Goodreads: http://smarturl.it/PoSGoodreads

M. Leighton bio and links:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author M. Leighton is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you’ll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren’t roaming in that direction, she’ll be riding horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.


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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Shaken,not Stirred by Sawyer Bennett


Casey Markham is a man-eater in a rut. Swearing off relation- ships may keep her heart safe, but she’s beginning to question if her casual flings will ever leave her satisfied. She’s wondering if it’s finally time to let go of the past and stop letting history control her future.

Bad boy biker, Tenn Jennings can’t get Casey off his mind. A chance encounter with the beautiful blond has left its mark, and now he’s determined to prove her wrong about everything she thought she knew about men.
It’s safe to say… Casey Markham has met her match.
SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED can be read as a stand-alone.




         The Last Call Series: Tenn’s Story

Release: March 17, 2015 Publisher: Big Dog Books, LLC 

Goodreads: http://www. goodreads.com/book/ show/24308751-shaken-not- stirred




My 4 star review for Shaken, Not Stirred (Last Call #5) by Sawyer Bennett

Summary:
Casey Markham’s life was turned upside down when her brother Brody went to prison for a crime he didn’t commit and because of that time in her life. She has sworn off relationships. She only goes for men who are into themselves and their money and those that don’t mind a casual fling. These are her rules she has set into place so that she would never be hurt again.
Tenn Jennings wants nothing more than to be close to his daughter. While visiting Outer Banks to find a more permanent location the last thing he expected was the beautiful and feisty Casey. He can’t get her off his mind and he can also see how jaded she is when it comes to men and relationships.
She is determined to keep him away, he is determined to make her stay. Both have been hurt by past relationships. He isn’t giving up easily and he is going to make her see that she is worthy of love.

My Thoughts:
Ohh Casey… She is beautiful and completely strong willed. She was wronged in the worst way and placed stones around her heart and her feelings. Heck, there are no feelings because the men she chooses to date are just plain shallow and all about their money and status in society.
While all of her friends are happy in love, she is envious of them. She puts on a good front for her friends but deep down she is realizing that she isn’t happy. She is just filling a void and she wants more. She wants her HEA.
When the mysterious biker ends up in her brother’s bar, she decides to step out of her comfort zone she hooks up with Tenn. He ends up turning her world upside down in the best way possible. It was just supposed to be one night but she needs more. He makes her feel things she has never felt before and she begins to question her choices.
Tenn didn’t have much luck with his relationship the first time around but he was blessed with an amazing daughter. He is looking to settle down in the Outer Banks area to be closer to her and open up the shop he has been dreaming of. When he meets Casey and experiences an amazing night, he is determined to stay and make her a part of his future.
He can see that Casey was hurt bad in the past and when she explains why she dates who she dates, he does all he can to show her that he isn’t one of them. When a family tragedy strikes and the truth comes out, Casey proceeds with caution and when she tells Tenn how she really feels, he sends her away.
Casey is beyond hurt, she finally finds a guy and her greatest fear comes true. When Tenn realizes his mistake he does all he can to prove just how much he cares.
I loved how Casey accepted and loved Tenn for just being Tenn and how she clicked immediately with his daughter. It was nice to see Casey finally open up and have the relationship she has always wanted. Tenn was able to give that to her. Casey in return gave Tenn the support and loved he needed as well.
No relationship is perfect and there will always be bumps in the road, their bumps started off a little bit earlier rather than later. Tenn and Casey are perfect for each other. Their chemistry is off the charts.
Another fantastic story by Sawyer Bennett.



Other titles in The Last Call Series: 

ON THE ROCKS 
MAKE IT A DOUBLE
SUGAR ON THE EDGE 
WITH A TWIST



              About the Author


New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sawyer Bennett is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. Her husband works for a Fortune 100 company which lets him fly all over the world while she stays at home with their daughter and
three big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

Sawyer is the author of several contemporary romances including the popular Off Series, Cold Fury Series, the Legal Affairs Series and the Last Call Series.