Friday, June 14, 2019

New Release: π“₯π“ͺ𝓡𝓸𝓻 (Cavalieri Della Morte Series) by Measha Stone

Title: Valor
Series: Cavalieri Della Morte
Author: Measha Stone
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: June 13, 2019


My orders were clear. 

Get in, get the job done, and get the hell out. 
No loose ends, no witnesses.
It's what I do. And I don't fail. 
Until now. 
She shouldn't have been there.
And now I have a new job.
Find and deal with Cherise Styles.


 












USA Today Bestselling Author Measha Stone is a lover of all things erotic and fun who writes kinky romantic suspense and dark romance novels. She won the 2018 Golden Flogger award in two categories, Best Advanced BDSM and Best Anthology. She's hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and the U.K. When she's not typing away on her computer, she can be found nestled up with a cup of tea and her kindle.





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New Release: Gumshoe and the Mysterious Mushrooms by Laura Hawks




Gumshoe and the Mysterious Mushrooms

Gumshoe Mysteries Book 1
Genre: YA Paranormal Mystery

Blurb

Mia Thomas just turned 15. On her special day, her teacher needs to speak with
her parents, her father gets arrested and a stray cat starts talking to her. So
much for a Happy Birthday!With the help from her new familiar, Gumshoe, Mia
sets out to clear her family's name and save them from financial ruin. Will her snooping cause her own death or will her coffee-drinking, wise-cracking, booze-
desiring familiar come to her rescue?

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Excerpt

Unsure of what else to do, Mia grabbed some tuna fish and a plate and headed out to the back. She set the plate down, then moved across the alleyway to sit on the stoop of the opposite building.
“Poisonous mushrooms?” Mia talked to herself in disbelief. “I made the soup. I cut up the mushrooms and put them in the soup. Somehow this is my fault. I served them. What have I done?”
You didn’t do anything. You didn’t pick them out, so this isn’t your fault.”
The voice rang in her head, her ears heard faint meows. She looked up and around, trying to see who was talking to her. The only thing she saw was the Siamese cat she’d been feeding the past week. She shook her head to clear it of cobwebs she was sure were there.
She watched the feline move towards the food she’d left for him. He sniffed it, but then skirted around it to go behind the dumpster. Odd, she thought at his bypassing the food.
She watched the cat move around, almost searching for something, though she couldn’t imagine what. “Meow. Meow. Mew. Meep. Eep. Meoooow.” The Siamese sat regally on top of the dumpster, staring at her.
However, she heard something more than just the sounds made from a feline creature. Wonderful. I turn fifteen and I get to go bonkers. I swear I heard him in my head and it actually made sense. I’m hallucinating, or so lit I’ve lost it.
Darn it. I forgot you can’t understand me.” The cat seemed to grumble and jump off the dumpster, wandering down the alleyway.
Mia rubbed her forehead. “This just can’t be possible. Cats don’t speak English.”
The Siamese stopped and stared at her. “Meow, meep?”
Mia heard, “Do you understand me, kitten?”
She gasped, standing quickly and taking a step back only to trip on the stoop and fall back down on her rump. The cat moved cautiously closer to her. “Mew?” {How?}
Mia shrugged in answer to the question, but covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming at the same time. She had no clue what was going on, but if she wasn’t totally crazy, she was understanding what this cat said to her. Great. Now I’m Doctor Doolittle, she thought to herself. “Zoe’s right. I’ve gone off the deep end and am Cray-Cray with a capital C.”
The Siamese tilted his head, watching her with large, blue, unblinking eyes. “Meow, meow, mew, mew, meow, mew.” {If you really understand me, look behind the dumpster.}
“I’m insane. I’m really in looneyland. I’m talking to myself and being answered by a cat that I can understand. This is so wrong on so many levels.” Breathlessly, cautiously, Mia stood and skirted around the small cat as if he would attack, even though part of her was sure he wouldn’t. She didn’t know why she was following his instructions, she just knew she had to. Using all the strength she had, she pulled the heavy dumpster away from the brick wall to look behind it. On the ground was a partially bloodied glove. At first, she didn’t know why it mattered, but then she noticed there was something rotting and mushy on the outside. Whatever it was seemed stuck on the plastic glove, and they had handled it after they had cut themselves. Could it be the remnants of a mushroom? Mia was sure she was the only one who handled the mushrooms after they got back from the farmers’ market. Then she remembered she had Henry clean and dry them.
She went inside and called for the remaining officer who was standing in the kitchen like some sentinel. Grudgingly, he followed her after he told the rest to remain where they were. Once outside, Kevin looked around. “What’d’ya want to show me?”
“Behind the dumpster. I’m not sure if it’s anything, but to me it looks like one of our gloves with a touch of blood inside and what looks like a rotten mushroom outside. I thought it might be evidence.”
Giving her a doubting look, he peered behind the heavy metal container and spotted what she was referring to. “Did you touch it?”
“No.”
“Don’t. I’ll get an evidence bag from the car and be right back.” He quickly hastened down the alleyway towards the street.
Mia turned to the cat and stared. She felt like she was going insane. Or maybe she just imagined it all. Moments later, Officer Easton returned with a plastic bag marked evidence in bright red letters across it. Using the inside of the bag, he picked up the discarded glove, turned the bag back and sealed it. “Good work,” he mumbled, then headed back into the kitchen.
The cat moved over to sit beside Mia. Without a word, she stared at him in confusion.
“Meow, meow?” {You can really hear me?}
“Yes. I don’t know how, but I can. How can you even be talking to me so that I understand what you’re saying? I’m dreaming, right? I’ve turned fifteen and am now having a nervous breakdown. Or those cupcakes got me lit on something higher than chocolate.”
Eve walked out then. “Mia? Who are you talking to?” The older woman moved to sit next to her daughter.
“No one, Mom. Just flipping my lid is all.”
“What do you mean? And who is your cute little friend?”
Mia shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s been coming around since opening night and I have been giving him some scraps of food.” She didn’t want to tell her mom why she suddenly felt the need to see a shrink and get some happy pills. Maybe she was on some TV show, like Punk’d or Impractical Jokers, and wondered when the hidden cameras were going to pop up.
“Were you talking to him?”
Mia gave her a puzzled look. “Sure. Why not? I was talking to the cat.”
Eve tilted her head slightly as she looked the animal over. “And is he talking to you?”
“What?”
“Is the cat talking to you?” Eve was dead serious, but Mia felt like she entered the Twilight Zone.

AUTHOR BIO


 Ms. Hawks has always been interested in writing in 
some form or other,
including writing for a local newspaper. Deciding to become more
knowledgeable, she headed back to school and received her Master's Degree in
Ancient Civilizations, Native American History and United States History.



It was at this time she got involved in role playing on FaceBook, which gave her
ample opportunities to grow and hone her writing ability.



She lives in the suburbs of Chicago with her four companions, all males… cats.
She travels as much as she can to various Author/Reader conventions and
loves to meet established fans and make new ones, some of which she
considers friends more than fans.


Author Web & Social Media links:

Twitter: AuthorLHawks

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Thursday, June 13, 2019

πŸ“£β„•π”Όπ•Ž β„π”Όπ•ƒπ”Όπ”Έπ•Šπ”ΌπŸ“£ Bad Influence by ➜ Charleigh Rose

Title: Bad Influence
Series: Bad Habits
Author: Charleigh Rose
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 13, 2019
Allie
When I moved to River’s Edge, dating was the last thing on my mind.
I definitely didn’t expect to fall for him.
Jesse Shepherd. 
Popular. Star athlete. Cocky as hell.
You know the type.
But as time passed, I realized there was more lurking beneath that gorgeous exterior.
Secretive. Angry. A little bit broken.
The more I peeled back his layers, the deeper I fell.
Until I slammed headfirst into his sea of lies.
Jess
I blew my shot.
Pissed everything away—college, lacrosse, my future—only to end up right back where I started in River’s Edge.
I was content to revel in my misery, spending my days drowning in a bottomless pit of booze and girls.
Until I saw her.
Allison Parrish.
Beautiful. Sarcastic. Perpetual bad attitude.
The pretty little distraction from the shit show that was my life.
But the sins of my past were closing in on me, and I learned the hard way that nothing gold can stay.







Charleigh Rose lives in Narnia with her husband and two young children. She’s hopelessly devoted to unconventional love and pizza. When she isn’t reading or mom-ing, she’s writing moody, broody, swoony romance.
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Cover Reveal: Can You Hear It by Casey Diam




Title: Can You Hear It
Series: Alpen Springs #1
Author: Casey Diam
Genre: Mature YA/New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Okay Creations
Release Date: August 1, 2019



Blurb

Secrets.
Deceptions.
Tragedies.
Those were the root of all evil. One those became the root of mine, the day I lost the love of my life. My best friend. My lover.
Everyone disregarded it, ‘let’s face it, Averie, you have the rest of your life ahead of you’ but they were wrong. James was my ever after . . . until Ashton.
If only he didn’t come baring one of the roots of the evils.
A secret.
The reason he wanted me to stay away.
I should have listened, he should have tried harder, but neither of us did either of those things. And if we did, if he had told me when we first met—would it have altered the moment I realized that I was falling for him? The slight variation in the air. The hitch in my breath. The lightness in my chest.
Impossible to know, I’d already fallen.
I was already ruined.


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Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with a little angst, which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.

Casey has a ridiculously short attention span and loves her coffee and tea without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard, even when she’s catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely loves it!


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