Saturday, August 9, 2014

Book Blitz: Pretty Instinct by S.E. Hall





If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”

There’s no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel…

But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.










Meet Conner, aka Bubs, Lizzie’s older brother...a very special character who will tug at your heart and humble you as you unfold his mystery. 

“Jarretttttt, I’m home!” Conner screeches the minute the door to the tour bus opens, his poor fish ricocheting off the sides of the bags from his exuberant shaking. I’m unsure why he always calls out for Jarrett first, the boys both equally good to him, both in our lives the exact same amount of time. I wonder if Rhett ever asks himself the same thing, or if it hurts his feelings? Knowing Rhett like I do, the answer is undoubtedly yes. 
 
“There he is!” Jarrett smiles, standing from the bench seat to give him a hug. “We missed you, bud. You have a good time with your dad?” He glances over Conner’s shoulder to me as he asks. He worries too, after living through it all right by my side. 
“Ask if he saw Alma,” I mouth.
“Did you see Miss Alma today, buddy?” he questions casually, my jaw clenched tight as I wait for the answer. 
 
“Yes, she loves me. Bethy too.” My brother can contain it no longer, already over any conversation not about his pets. “See my fish?” He shoves the bags in Jarrett’s face. “The red one’s yours. You can name it if you want.”
 
Still behind them observing, I roll my hand, wanting Jarrett to confirm specifics. He winks, reading me like a book. “Awesome fish, dude, we’ll put them in a bowl in a sec. What’d Alma make you to eat today?”
 
“Grilled cheese. Rhett, Bruce the Moose, I’m home!” Jarrett and I both chuckle at Conner’s clear dismissal of any further banter. He says he saw her, and he’s back with me now, seemingly unharmed, so I guess all’s well enough for me to move on.
Jarrett leans in to conspire in his ear. “Your uncle ran to town, but Rhett’s in bed, go wake him up.” 
 
Such a shit, sending Conner to do his dirty work.
Once he’s bouncing down the hallway to torture anyone in the vicinity, Jarrett sits back down and pats the spot beside him for me to take. “How bad this time?”
I flop my head on his shoulder, letting him entwine our fingers. “Not too. Short and bitterly sweet.” I tilt my head and grin mischievously up at him. “I got in a few good jabs.” 
“I’d expect no less.”
“I didn’t see Alma, though, which worries me. I just wish Conner wouldn’t ask to go. I wish he’d remember why he shouldn’t want to go.”
 
“You sure about that? Maybe it’s better that he doesn’t remember. There’s a lot of bad shit stuck in my head I wish I could forget, ya feel me?” He squeezes my hand and brushes a kiss at my temple.
 
In a way he’s right, I don’t want Bubs to have those visions in his head, waking him up at night, confusing him. But without his recollection, and him saying it out loud, I can’t ever prove what I know to be true. And therefore, I can’t keep him from our father. It’s never ending, these thoughts, the internal debates on the lesser of two evils. It’s exhausting.  
Conner played soccer and football from youth to high school; our father didn’t attend a single game.

He was in a garage band for almost three years; Daddy Demon never heard a single song.  He didn’t give a shit about Conner before the accident, which I’d bet my left tit was far from an accident, but now he’s hell bent on playing house with a twenty-seven-year-old man he barely even knows? I haven’t figured it out, but I will. 
 
My thoughts are splintered by a nasally shriek. “Get out, you retarded freak! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I’m on my feet and down the corridor in a flash, Jarrett hot on my heels. 
“Bubs? Bubs, what happened?” I ask as calmly as I can, dropping to my knees and wrapping my arms around him. He’s curled into a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth and banging clenched fists against his head.

“Conner, stop,” I command, trying to restrain his arms, gasping in piercing pain when I catch his accidental elbow to the jaw. Always the damn elbow.  “Shit,” I howl, shaking my head and rubbing it quickly before going back in. “Jarrett, help me! Rhett!”
 
They’re already there, caught in the flurry of commotion, one of them now flinging me out of the way so they can stop Conner from hurting himself. This time it’s my back, a sharp blow knocking the air from me as I’m tossed aside, landing against the edge of a bunk. I’ve gotten pretty tough over the years, so I take the moment to ignore the back and rub on my jaw some more, working out the ache. 
 
Cami, our bassist and the one who’d set this catastrophe in motion, scrambles down and out of her top bunk, pulling a t-shirt over herself. “Liz, you can’t expect us to live like this! Your pervy fucking brother was creeping on me again. I don’t care what the hell’s wrong with him, I have a right to privacy!”
 
You live on a tour bus with four men, sleep nude, and have an expectation of privacy? Anyone else think that train of thought is asinine?  Not my job to show her the light, though, that epic fail is all on the fools who raised her “cry wolf when convenient” exhibitionist ass. Helluva job. But more importantly, I haven’t the time or energy to waste on the about to be ex-member; I have to take care of my brother, the innocent, precious soul she name-called and scared to death. 
 
Rising slowly to stand nose to nose with her, I concentrate on my breathing as a source of center, reminding myself the last thing Conner needs to see is violence. How badly he reacts to it, over-exaggerated even for him, is one of the biggest reasons I suspect foul play that summer I went to camp. If I dust this bitch right now, I’ll make things worse for an already petrified Bubs.
 
It’s this concern alone that saves her life. Otherwise, I’d have already mopped the floor with her and made her like it. “Cami, what’s wrong with you? He didn’t mean a thing by it.”
“I’m sick of it! I’ve bit my tongue long enough. ‘Nobody upset the retard’ gets old,” she air quotes snottily, testing everything in me not to lower those hands for her. “He’s always spying on me. I almost think he’s faking it just to get a peep show!”
 
Yes, that is exactly it, diva. He’s been faking it for seven long years in hopes of one day getting a glimpse of your uneven mosquito bites. Way to go, Cami the Case Cracker!
I literally have to take a minute and simply stare at her for my brain to compute such venomous hatred coming out of nowhere. Cami’s lived on this bus with Conner for months. I’ve even seen her help him with his puzzles a time or two, so the level of animosity pouring from her now is shocking and completely unexpected. 
 
“He was looking for Rhett, you delusional, heartless bitch. He wanted to show off the new fish he got and mixed up the bunks.” My voice cracks and I gulp down the threatening sob, a cumbersome bubble in the middle of my throat. “But luckily, Conner isn’t doomed. He’ll be fine in a few minutes, still an angel.

You,” I take a step in, crunching her toes under my own and making sure to curl my lip and bare my teeth, “however, are screwed for life. There’s no hope for the kind of evil inside you and I’m only sorry I didn’t see it sooner. Ugly and mean to the core is no way to go through life, Cami. I’d pick the way Conner does it over yours any day of the week. Now pack your shit, next stop is yours.”
 
“You can’t be serious! You’re kicking me out of the band, whose only chance in hell is me, because I don’t want some freak staring at my tits?”
“Jarrett?” I plead, flexing my fists in and out, praying for willpower I don’t usually possess.
“On it.” He inches himself between us. “Get your shit together, Cami, you’re out. And shut the fuck up while you do it.

I don’t hit women, but you call him another name and I’ll damn sure smack a bitch.”
“You can’t just dump me, I don’t have a car! Unbelievable,” she scoffs.
“And your tits aren’t.” Jarrett scores one for the whole team. “But we’ll take you where you need to go. We have some decorum.”
 
While he stands guard over her, I move to the front of the bus where Rhett’s corralled Conner. Squatting down in front of him, I pry his hands away from over his face. “Hey, look at me.”
“S-sorry, Sister,” he chokes out in a trembling voice. 
“What are you sorry for, huh? Being amazing, kind, and good lookin’? Being a winner? Cause that’s what you are!” He doesn’t answer me, burying his face behind Rhett’s shoulder. “What’s the rule, Conner?” I jostle his leg. “Huh? Tell me the rule.”
 
Still shaken and ashamed, he doesn’t answer, so I do it for him. “You win and every other motherfucker loses, right?”
“Right,” he grunts from his hiding spot, Rhett rubbing his back and smiling at me. 
“Who’s the winner?”
“I’m the winner.” He peeks one eye out at me. Precious. How could anyone ever be mean to that face; those huge, innocent eyes, filled with unconditional love, and those sweet dimples?
 
“You’re damn right you are.” I hop up, grabbing his hand to raise his arm triumphantly in the air. “Ladies and gentlemen, boy and girls, Conner Matthew Carmichael is the winner!”
The boys clap and hoot while Cami rolls her eyes and continues to stuff shit in her duffle. Now Conner beams ear to ear, all again right with the world. 
“I’m keeping her fish,” he boasts and we all die laughing.

My 5 Star Review
 
  Instinct ~ inborn intuitive power, a natural and apparently innate aptitude.

The author has me wrapped around her little finger since I first read Emerge and I can’t get enough. Her newest, Pretty Instinct a mixture of angst, insta-love, wanna be rockers and family drama held me hostage to the very end.
I don’t want to giveaway any spoilers as you need to experience and feel what each character has to offer.
Liz/Elizabeth/Lizzie has a split personality.

 Loyal and loving to her best friends and fellow band-mates Jarrett and Rhett and rabid and unforgiving to her father Richard. She would step in front of a Mack truck to protect her older brother Connor.
You will like Connor, a child in an adult’s body.

The Foster brothers, Rhett and Jarret are as protective of her as she is of them, their bond developed out of need from when they were teenagers. Cannon Blackwell, the one who was dumped on the side of the road and scooped up by Liz will set your heart and pulse a pumping! Cannon and Lizzie are attracted to one another and the sexual tension is enough to have you taking a cold shower.

"Love the way your body talks to me. I want you too, my little Siren."

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Oh, yumminess, not only can Cannon play bass guitar his words of love are lyrical as well.

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Hot, steamy and delicious body quivers will have you licking your lips as you flip through the pages when Cannon plays Lizzie’s body like a bass strung around his waist.

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You can’t help but despise Liz’s father, he appears to be a ruthless, cold and snake of a man. The name of their band cracked me up (C.U.N.T), See You Next Tuesday.

I’m hoping to read more of Jarrett and Rhett. I’d like to see them move the band forward into stardom. Jarrett and Vanessa need an ending and Rhett needs to find his own woman or man.

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 "Take me in, baby, slow and easy. We only get this moment once. Savor it with me."









 

 






S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series, Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA Romance, Pretty Instinct. She also co-wrote Stirred Up, an erotic short story with her CP and friend, Author Angela Graham and is honored to be a part of the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Devour box set. S.E., which stands for Stephanie Elaine, resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters of the home, and one married daughter who graced her with two beautiful grandchildren. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing and the occasional trip to the casino. She's also clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside, and definitely the woman to pick on your side for some Flip Cup!


Friday, August 8, 2014

Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Too Much to Lose SERIES – Dirty Little Secrets by Samantha Holt

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Too Much to Lose SERIES – Dirty Little Secrets

AUTHOR – Samantha Holt

GENRE – Contemporary Romance

LENTH (Pages/# Words) - 75000

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Have you ever been so desperate you made a decision that would haunt you forever?

Jess has.

She became a porn star.

Jess is on the run from her past. She has no friends, no life. She tries to forget everything that happened to her all those years ago. After changing her image, leaving her home and getting a new job, she’s determined it won’t happen again. If that means never being close to anyone ever again, then so be it.

If only Hunter O’Reilly didn’t make her wish things could be different.

Hunter needs this job. After being screwed over by his partner—make that ex-partner—his investigation business is on the line. Already in debt, he eagerly takes on the job of finding some stolen money at triple his going rate and all leads point in Jess’s direction. He expects problems at that price. But he doesn’t expect to fall for her.

However, no job is ever that simple. When he’s forced to spend more time with her, the lines between business and pleasure are blurred. And once Jess’s life comes under threat, they have to make a decision, can they both overcome Jess’s past?

 

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EXCERPT

“If you’re in trouble, I know some people who can help.”

“I’m not in trouble. Really, I’m not. I mean who would want to kill me? I know bankers aren’t exactly popular—” she lets loose a shaky laugh “—but I’m harmless.”

Harmless? Not sure about that. Jess sends my heart racing, makes my skin clammy. She’s driving me insane. Harmless? No way.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask.

“Do?”

“Shall I stick around?”

“Oh. No, you don’t need to do that.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine. Seriously. Thank you for today. You must be tired and I bet your side hurts.”

It does, but I’m not going to admit to that. “It’s fine.”

“Look about that kiss....”

“That was my fault.”

“I kissed you.”

“You did.” I can’t resist letting my mouth curve upwards. She kissed me, but I don’t know if that’s a bad or a good thing. While my pride basks in it, the voice inside that keeps pulling at my gut wants to scream at her to run while she still can. I’m no good for her. “But I kissed you back,” I point out. “And I should not have been... er... touching you out there.”

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s okay.”

Hell, how do those two tiny words send an arrow of need straight to my cock? It’s okay that I was kissing her? Or touching her up? It’s okay that I want her so badly I nearly bent her over my bike to fuck her?

Before I can dwell on it anymore and make an even bigger fool of myself, I get to my feet. “Will you let me stay?”

“I don’t think so. It’s too risky.”

A hard knot forms in my throat. I’m more dangerous to her than a crazed gunman it seems. She might be right. If—when—I find that money, her whole life is going to come crashing down.

“Don’t answer the door to anyone. Be careful. Call me if you need me. In fact, call me tomorrow.” She follows me to the door. “Please?” I add as uncertainty dashes across her face.

Jess opens the door and I step out. “I’ll call you,” she says when I turn to face her.

“Promise?”

She rolls her eyes and her mouth curves. “I promise.”

Those lush lips snare my attention and my own smile drops. My skin feels hot and itchy, my pulse urgent. This is insane. I rest an arm against the door frame, my feet still firmly planted on the other side of the threshold and bring my mouth slowly down on hers. She softens but doesn’t touch me. We’re divided by the invisible line between the corridor and her room. I can’t help thinking of it as symbolic. We’re divided by secrets and lies.

Not that any of that matters once our lips connect. I swear I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman somuch. Kisses are about the end game. But not with Jess. I want to drown in her kisses, to kiss her all day and see if I ever tire of them. I suspect it’s unlikely.

 
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Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She traditionally writes historical romances involving chivalrous knights and hot highlanders, but occasionally dabbles in contemporary romance.

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Sale Spotlight: CHASING HOPE by Amy Daws

CHASING HOPE

by Amy Daws

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Book Synopsis:

At 33 weeks pregnant, Amy is certain something bad will soon happen, it had too many times before. Deep down she fears it’s only a matter of time before the baby she’s carrying will die. Despite the fact that Amy had been repeatedly slapped in the face with multiple miscarriages, she still can’t seem to quiet that tiny voice in the back of her head that’s screaming at her to not give up hope.
 
Follow Amy’s true story as she stumbles through her journey with humor and warmth, all while dealing with the neuroses that came along with getting her hopes shattered time and time again. All she has to do is close her eyes and she’s lurched back to the memories of her losses; on the floor in her bathroom, in the hospital, and even at her place of work. No one knows what the internal mind of a woman who’d lost five babies and suffered so many let downs goes through.
Can Hope ever truly survive memories such as these?
 
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EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 11:
December twelfth was when I lost my fourteen-week-old angel baby and the holidays were coming up. I had another follow up with my OB/GYN. She graciously prescribed me Xanax, Zoloft and Percocet for anxiety, depression and pain. Boy, I must have looked like a hot mess in her office for her to give me a cocktail like that! Needless to say, I was prepared to live the holidays in a numb fog. Anything that would blur the image of my pregnant younger sister was what I wanted on tap.
I’d hardly been home a day and really hadn’t properly grieved. My brain kicked into overdrive and I decided I wasn’t done yet. It was amazing what I’d put myself through when I wanted something bad enough. I had such a visceral need to carry my own child. It didn’t matter how bruised, bloodied and broken I was. Nothing could top having a baby.
I was consumed with researching online to find answers for why I kept miscarrying right after the first trimester. It didn’t matter where I was, I was online searching. I emailed the public library to request specific medical textbooks pertaining to my issues. I did so much research that I was eventually able to understand the majority of those books.
 
 
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Welcome all. Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Amy Daws author of Chasing Hope: A mother’s story of loss, heartbreak and the miracle of hope. Hi Amy, thank you for agreeing to be interviewed.
 
Please tell us about yourself and your background?
Well, I’m currently a TV commercial producer for a local network affiliate station in South Dakota. So I write, shoot, and edit commercials for a living. Electronic Media and Journalism is what I went to school for, so I’m grateful to have a job in my industry.

 
Which writers inspire you?
Well I have to first give a shout out to my all time favorite British Chick Lit author, Elizabeth Young. Her book, Asking For Trouble was one of the first chick lit books I read and I haven’t been able to stop reading since! She has a hilarious self-deprecating humor to her heroines that resonates so strongly with me. Love love love her! Also have to give a shout out to Jennifer Lancaster who made memoirs about non-famous people cool! She’s got a great voice on paper. Then of course there’s Samantha Young…love her On Dublin Street series, then Colleen Hoover, Jamie McGuire, Abbi Glines. Okay, I have to stop now!
 
 
What are you working on at the minute?
My first contemporary romance novel. I am in love!
 
What’s it about?
I’ve read hundreds and hundreds of contemporary romance novels and I’ve never really read a book that had an infertility storyline in it. Since I’m so experienced in that area due to my history, I thought it could make a really interesting storyline for a heroine of a romance novel to be struggling with something like this. I saw this as a way for me to interest my Chasing Hope readers, but also open up my demographic to romance lovers like me.
 
When did you decide to become a writer?
I’ve always dreamed of becoming a writer. When I was a kid, that was what I wanted to be. Because I was such a goof back then, I wanted to be a sitcom writer. That’s changed as my love for books has grown. I decided to finally sit down and try to start writing after my most recent miscarriage. I needed something else to focus on, something else to drive me. Even though I was writing about the very thing I was trying to get away from, it still felt extremely therapeutic.
 
What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?
After my most recent miscarriage. I thought to myself, holy crap. I’ve been through hell and back. How will I feel about all of this when I’m older and these are distant memories? Will I remember everything vividly? Will I care? I didn’t want to forget all the moments, even the bad ones…so that’s what made me actually get to work.
 
 
Do you read much and if so who are your favorite authors.
I read constantly. I almost always have a book I’m in the middle of. And I’m bad too because good books consume me until I finish them. I’ve been known to stay up until 4am reading and then go to work the next day at 9am. One word ~ coffee. Favorite authors right now are: Elizabeth Young, Samantha Young, Jamie McGuire, Colleen Hoover.
 
 
What is your favorite quote?
I used it at the beginning of Chapter 1 in Chasing Hope:
“Every experience, no matter how bad it seems, holds within it a blessing of some kind. The goal is to find it.” -Buddha
 
Can you tell us about your upcoming book?
Yes, the working title is A Broken Us. It follows a girl named Finley who just breaks up with her amazing boyfriend, Brody, of five years because she finds out from her doctor that she can’t get pregnant. She is so incredibly distraught by this news that she leaves her boyfriend and flies overseas to London, England to live with her childhood best friend Leslie and her eccentric roommate Frank. Finley goes on a crazy emotional journey of coming to terms with her new infertile title but she’s living this lie that her boyfriend doesn’t even know about.
 
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I love writing a great kiss. An epic kiss. A passionate, earth-shattering kiss. Sigh. Romance.
 
 
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About The Author:

Amy Daws
Amy Daws is local TV network affiliate commercial producer and lives in South Dakota with her husband, Kevin and their daughter, Lorelei. She graduated with honors from the University of Northern Iowa, despite fiercely executing her wild college-girl phase. Amy received her make-believe medical degree from the school of Google on infertility and miscarriage.
 
On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing in their living room to Strawberry Shortcake's theme song or stuffing themselves inside children sized playhouses and then struggling to get back out because there is nothing they wouldn't do for their little miracle. She is passionate about sharing her story and connecting with other couples that have suffered infertility and loss and are in search of real-life understanding. Amy held on to hope in her journey because she knew the payoff of a miracle baby would be worth the wait.

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Release Day Blast and Giveaway: Paranormal Transmissions by Bella Roccaforte



Synopsis
Welcome to Paranormal Transmissions! You are about to embark on the first episode of a novel-length serial--guaranteed cliffhanger-free--encompassing approximately 22,000 words of thrilling paranormal suspense (with a hefty side of humor). Buckle up and get ready to fly!

In Episode I: 

Carl and McNab are paranormal investigators. Carl, a man of principle, has the best of intentions. His job is to keep paranormal beings under cover and out of mischief. McNab--young, impetuous, devil-may-care--will add his talents to Carl’s effort...as long as he gets paid.

McNab has a lot to learn--and a lot of growing up to do. But he does come up with a great idea to finance Carl’s exploits--a weekly reality program showcasing paranormal phenomena. To the delight of their cable TV audience, McNab and Carl wade through the seamy, murky waters of the Underside world, helping those in need, saving the blissfully unaware from the ravages of evil, and attempting to redeem their own mistakes--all without causing widespread panic! 

In this first episode we join our heroes in the desert of Mexico trying to bury the body of a chupacabre--and McNab learns his lesson the hard way. After the chaos subsides, Carl notices some suspicious activity in a small North Carolina town--several suicides followed by an odd wave of philanthropy. Both investigators agree--all fingers point to a “pusher.” But what they find catches them both off guard. 

Those readers familiar with Bella Roccaforte’s INK: series will recognize Carl and McNab as favorite characters, but all readers will love their early exploits, which take place long before the INK: series begins. Come and find out what happened before McNab met Shay in Seattle!
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Bella's motto has always been that you can choose to watch life pass you by or your can be the one spinning the world. You have to get out and live, life won't come to you!

Bella has always seen things in the world with a different view and has been an avid story-teller. She is enjoying putting her crazy musings into print for others to enjoy.

To her, one of the most exciting parts of writing is getting a chance to interact with readers. It is truly her hope that readers will reach out and tell her what they like and even don't like about her stories. She's looking forward to a relationship with the readers to better write stories they will love.

Please feel free to connect with her via Facebook, Twitter, Email or her website!
 

 




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