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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Cover Reveal of Hard Beat by K. Bromberg
Wreck: Hawke by Heather C. Leigh
Meet Hawke and Abby in the newest
standalone in the Sphere of Irony Series.
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RELEASE DATE: October 25th, 2015
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Blurb
Hawke
Evans is the drummer for the Grammy winning Sphere of Irony. The quiet,
tattooed and pierced hottie behind a pair of geek chic glasses is hiding a
seriously troubled adrenaline junkie with a death wish.
Abby
Kessler is studying psychology at UCLA. Her desire to help those fighting
mental illness stems from a life-changing incident in her past.
When Abby
meets Hawke backstage at a local club, she’s instantly attracted to his bad boy
good looks. But when she discovers the damaged man beneath the beautiful
exterior, she’s compelled to make up for past mistakes.
How long
will it take for Hawke to realize his reckless behavior isn’t only endangering
him, but the hearts of those around him? How long will it take for Abby to see
that she can’t help someone who has no desire to be fixed?
***This is book 4 in the Sphere of Irony
Series. It can be read as a standalone. This is a spin-off of the Famous
Series***
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The Sphere of Irony Series
About the Author:
Heather C Leigh
Heather C.
Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to
write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public doesn't get to
see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects
relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
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Shades of Dragon & Between Two Wolves by Catherine Vale
Shades Of Dragon
Blurb:
Abandoned by his mother as a young boy and
taken in by the elders of the Redwater clan, Tegan isn't your typical hero. In
fact, if you ask him, he wouldn't call himself a hero at all. Yet when he is asked to investigate the
outcome of an attack on the nearby human villages, what he discovers invokes
the rage of a thousand storms, and he finds himself on the run with a beautiful
stranger.
Tegan may be half dragon, half human, but
he's all heart. If he doesn't stay
focused on the mission at hand, he will find that the curvy woman he's
determined to protect, could be on her way to stealing it.
On the run, they must fight their way to
safety before time runs out. Tick, tock.
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Oct 6th: Between Two Wolves
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Blurb:
Frustrated by a recent breakup, Risha
escapes to the peace and tranquility of Mount Folknore, one of the most
challenging to climb, and at the top of her bucket list of things to do. What
better time to climb a mountain, and say goodbye to the world below than after
a rough breakup?
Except peace and tranquility isn't exactly
what she finds when she meets up with not one, but two, wildly handsome
strangers. She's heard the legends that talk of werewolves that live deep
within the forest, but could those stories be true? If there’s one thing she’s
certain of, it’s that Colt and Jericho are hiding a secret. When a rainstorm destroys her camp, and she
winds up fleeing to the shelter of a nearby cabin, she may uncover more than
she bargained for.
And every woman knows that there is no
better place to be than in the arms of a sinfully possessive man... except
perhaps, between two wolves.
About The Author
Catherine Vale has been writing fiction for
as long as she can remember, but it wasn’t until she wrote her very first
paranormal romance story that she found herself hooked on the raw, edgy love
affair of shifters, vampires and other dominant alpha males and the captivating
women that love them.
Catherine writes both contemporary and
paranormal romance that always include powerful alpha males, smart and sassy
heroines and a happily-ever-after (even if she often puts her characters
through hell to get there!)
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015
It's Live Last Hope by Jen Frederick & Jessica Claire
Meet Mendoza & Ava in the explosive new Hitman novel
from the bestselling authors of Last Kiss
and Last Hit a jungle mercenary
and a female target find love on the run...
LAST HOPE IS NOW LIVE!
Blurb
Mendoza: I grew
up in the slums and lost everything I loved to poverty, illness, and death. I
had only one skill to leverage myself out of my circumstances—violence. Being
hired out as a mercenary hitman brought me money and built an empire. But all
that I've fought for is in jeopardy. My next job: Steal secret information that
could bring down world governments. Find my target. Destroy it. But then, I
meet her.
Ava:
Karma hates me. When my best friend Rose is kidnapped, I have no choice but to
take a job as a mule for a pair of criminals intent on selling top-secret
information to the highest bidder. I should have known that bad luck tends to
cling, because the plane I'm on goes down. That I survived a crash-landing was
a miracle. And so was being rescued by Rafe Mendoza—hot, sexy, dangerous. The
thing is, he wants the information that I need to free Rose. I can't let him
have it, but I need his help. And I need to fight this crazy attraction for
this mercenary with hungry eyes. Rose is depending on me, and I won't let her
down, no matter how appealing Rafe is.
LAST HOPE
EXCERPT (New to Tour)
The ricochet of the bullet
has swollen my eye shut. I might be slightly concussed from the free fall from
six thousand feet into the jungle. I’ve no clue where we are and we have no
supplies, but I’ve never been happier than when Ava stuck her tits into my
face. Those babies felt like the softest pillows ever created and I would’ve
been happy to suffocate in damp valley of cleavage. Maybe I’d even get the
chance to lick her sweat away.
I might have groaned and
pretended my injury was worse to lengthen the moment. Her delicate hands
smoothed over my forehead and, it may have been my imagination, but it seemed
liked she might’ve lingered over my hair. Dig in, I want to grunt.
“What the heck is that
sound?” Ava clutches me to her.
If I don’t answer, does
that mean I can stay in this position forever? Because I want to. Actually, no,
I’d like to move over and suck one fat tit into my mouth until it’s hard as a
diamond. Then I’d like to slide down until my mouth is level with her pussy and
see how salty sweet she tastes between her legs. The beast between my legs
roars to life and it’s a good thing that the monkeys above us scream again,
causing her to jump and strike my good eye with her elbow. The pain serves as a
reminder of where we are, who I am, and what the fuck I should be paying
attention to.
“It’s the howler monkey.
They sound like humans screaming or sometimes like the jaguar. They’re kind of
dumb and if we found Afonso’s gun, we’d be able to kill one and have meat every
night for a week.”
She shudders. “I don’t want
to eat monkey.”
The jungle is hot and wet
during the day and cold at night. If the mosquitos don’t eat you alive, the
jaguars and anacondas might. Not very many people can crash-land into the
middle of the Amazon and make it out alive, but I’m upping our odds from around
20 percent to 50 percent based on Ava’s positive attitude. Unless my eye heals
up, I’m not giving us more than that. If we could find the Boy Scout bag,
though, we could bring our odds up significantly.
“There’s plenty of food in
the Amazon from plantains to fish, so if you don’t like monkey, we won’t eat
it.”
She shudders again. “Thank
you.”
“You a vegetarian?”
No, that couldn’t be right.
Didn’t she eat some prosciutto at the café? But I want to hear it from her. I
want to know everything about her.
“No, but for some reason
eating something that screams like a human freaks me out.”
“Monkey is off the menu,” I
say, making no attempt to move away from her rack. “I have a knife in my belt.”
“Do you have anything else
besides the knife?” she asks. Her tone is accusatory like I’m holding out on
her.
“No,” I say slowly. “Just
the knife.”
She narrows her eyes and
then reaches out with her good hand and pokes my waistline. “What about that?”
“My pants? I don’t think
that they’d fit you or they’d be a good weapon. Besides, I’d rather my legs
didn’t get eaten by mosquitos.”
“Look, if you just plan on
leaving me behind, then do it now. Don’t string me along.”
“I have no idea what you’re
talking about.” Just my luck to perv on a crazy woman.
“That!” she spits out, and
this time her finger jabs lower, right into the meat of my dick. I flinch back.
“I can tell you’re packing something. What’s that thing in your pocket?”
“None of your fucking
business,” I growl out, my happy feeling sucked away. I can feel the heat
rising in my face that has nothing to do with the humidity. I will my erection
to subside but as she stares at it, it does nothing but grow.
“Oh my god. Is that a . . .
that’s not a gun, is it?” Her lips part in shock.
“No.” The erection isn’t
going to go down anytime soon. Not with her eyes wide with wonder. She raises
her gaze to me and then drops back down again, and hell if she doesn’t lick her
fucking lips. I turn away, unzip, and then pull the shaft straight up behind
the waistband of my cargo pants. I fasten the zipper, carefully, and then pull
my T-shirt down over the top. It hides most of the problem. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.
I surge to my feet,
catching her off guard. She stumbles back and thankfully stops staring at my
junk. “Enough,” I growl more roughly than I intend. “We have important things
to concentrate on, like where are we going to sleep for the night.”
She looks stricken and nods
in agreement. “Sorry, I just was taken by surprise. You don’t have to tell me
what’s in your pocket if you don’t want to. But I need to remind you that we’re
in this together.”
I feel like an ass. I don’t
know whether to laugh or cry that she thinks my dick is fake. That’s a new
one.
LAST HOPE
EXCERPT (Previously Posted)
Ava
I wake up with my face pressed against a warm, broad chest
and my legs tangled in the leaves of a tree. Somewhere close by, I hear birds
chirping. There’s sunlight dappling my face and everything feels damp.
Everything also hurts.
I’m dazed and my head is ringing with pain, and the sun is
beaming right into my eyes, which is freaking annoying as hell. I rub a hand
across my face and it takes me a few moments to realize that I shouldn’t see
the sun at all if I’m inside an airplane.
Then I remember the storm. The thunderous boom as the
plane was hit by lightning. Screams. The wing catching fire. The chaos of
Afonso with his gun. Free-falling through the cabin, my grip on the seats the
only thing keeping me from flying through six thousand feet of empty air.
Mendoza’s hand ripping out of mine when the cabin
depressurized. The screams of people going silent.
Mendoza.
I remember him, too.
A noise from somewhere nearby catches my attention. It
sounds like heavy breathing. I open my eyes and look around.
I’m still strapped to my seat. There’s a portion of the
plane underneath me, and the two seats Mendoza and I buckled into are still
together.
He’s next to me, the broad chest I’m currently draped
across. His eyes are closed, dried, crusted blood around the injured one. He’s
got an enormous bruise on his forehead and his arms are around me, as if he was
trying to protect me even as we fell.
“Mendoza?” I ask, sitting upright and pulling out of his
arms. Sitting up makes everything in my body scream with pain. My ankles hurt,
but I don’t know if it’s because they’re seriously injured or because they were
tucked under the seat in front of me, which is also still attached. I test my
legs, untangling them from his longer ones, and wince at the pain shooting through
my body. It feels like I’ve been trampled in my sleep. My ribs hurt, and my
right arm radiates agony.
But . . . I’m alive. I sit up a bit straighter and look at
my right arm. The purse I’ve carried for days is gone. The skin is puffy and
turning purple. When I flex my fingers, the pain brings tears to my eyes. I
look away from it, faint and sick to my stomach at the sight. It’s not just the
pain but what it represents. I’m a hand model. I can’t do a thing if my hands
are jacked up.
Not that it matters right now.
“Mendoza,” I say again, because I’m about to panic, and
panic hard. “Wake up. Please.”
He doesn’t stir.
Fear clutches me, and I grab his shirt with my good hand
and give him a shake. “Mendoza?”
That doesn’t wake him, either. I press my cheek to his
chest and listen for a heartbeat.
It’s slow and steady. Whew. I sit up and examine him
again. The knot on his forehead is huge. Maybe he just got knocked out. I’ll
have to figure out how to wake him up once I figure out where we are. It looks
like our section of the plane somehow separated from the rest of the wreckage,
which is why we’re alive and not a skidmark on the ground.
I shift in my seat and the world tilts. My eyes go wide
and I freeze in place, then look around.
I can see trees overhead, and sunshine, but it’s just now
occurred to me that we’re not on the ground. The chairs are tilted and
everything shakes when I move.
I’m pretty sure we’re in a tree. Clutching at the arm of
the chair, I sit up carefully and look around.
I see nothing but air and leaves, green vines and dappled
shadows. In the distance, I hear the sound like heavy breathing again. I look
at Mendoza, but it’s not him. Oh God. Is it Afonso? Is he still here? Biting my
lip, I crane my neck and try to peer down below. We’re at least twenty feet off
the ground.
It’s like the wreckage has been swallowed up by a wall of
green. Green and wet. On the jungle floor, there’s more greenery and what looks
like smoking wreckage. Pieces of the plane are scattered all over the forest
floor, along with a few scattered suitcases. In the distance I see another row
of chairs, this one facedown in the dirt. The heavy breathing starts again, and
this time I see the source: a jaguar, stalking through the wreckage.
My eyes widen and I go very still.
A heavy rain begins to fall, spattering me from above. I
don’t move. My gaze is on that jungle cat as it sniffs through things. If it
notices us, I don’t know what we’ll do. Mendoza is unconscious and if I try to
move him, we might both fall out of the tree . . . and land right in front of
the cat.
The situation hits me and I start to cry. I’m alone. I’m
really fucking alone. I’ve never camped a day in my life, much less been in a
jungle. I look down at my hands. They’re my livelihood. My way to earn a
living. My income depends on them being soft and perfect, my nails elegant
ovals.
I have a long gouge down the back of one hand, and my
pinky is bruised and swollen. My wrist looks like an elephant’s leg, if elephants
were black and blue. Not gonna be hand modeling for a long while after I get
out of here.
If I get out of here.
I’m sorry, Rose. I’m
trying. I’m trying so hard. I shudder back a sob as
the cat slinks into the underbrush, something dangling and arm-sized in its
mouth. I’m in the jungle with a busted hand and a stranger that just wants the
information I’m carrying . . .
And I don’t even have the information anymore. The purse
is gone. I sniff hard, trying to fight back another sob that’s threatening to break
free.
“Don’t cry,” a voice says softly.
I turn and look at Mendoza. His shirt is sticking to his
big body, wet raindrops splatting down his face. He looks at me and smiles
crookedly, and lifts a hand to try to touch my face. “Don’t cry.”
Hitman
Series Reading Order
Last Hit (bk 1)
Last
Breath (bk 2)
Last
Hit: Reloaded (bk 2.5)
Last Kiss (bk 3)
Last Hope (bk 4)
Meet Jen & Jessica
Jen
Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but
never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop
her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
Author Jessica Claire
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood.
She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in
just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the
Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology
books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own -
stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations.
She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she
loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed
together.
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