27 July 2016

Book Blitz: Confessions of a Wedding Planner by Michelle Jo Quinn | Teaser + Giveaway

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Confessions of a Wedding Planner
Michelle Jo Quinn

Bliss #1

Published July 26th 2016

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He may be the best man, but he’s the worst man for her…

Wedding planner, Veronica Soto-Stewart believes everyone deserves a fairy tale–even her ex-boyfriend. Unable to refuse his request, and with the help of Bliss Events motley crew, she finds herself creating the most magical event for the perfect couple.

But nothing is ever perfect…
And not all happy ever afters can be planned…

Levi Laurent can’t believe his luck. Thanks to his best friend’s wedding, he finally has a shot at the woman he’s always wanted–Veronica. From San Francisco to Paris, and back, he pulls out all the stops, so she knows where she really belongs–with him. But Veronica wants nothing to do with the rich, sexy, irresistible playboy.

Can Levi convince Veronica that her perfect happily ever after is closer than she ever realized?

About the Author

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Michelle’s love for writing blossomed when her father gave her a diary, but instead of recounting her daily life, she wrote stories of fictional people. Like most of her characters, she believes in Happily Ever After. Naturally, she finds harmony in writing romance. She enjoys creating stories that make readers laugh, cry and fall in love.

An unabashed, self-proclaimed foodie, Michelle loves to try new food whenever she travels. She once had triple crème Brie and duck rillette for lunch on top of Grouse Mountain.

She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, two kids and a pup named Scarlet.


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26 July 2016

Book Blitz: Graham by Natalie Decker | Excerpt + Giveaway

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Natalie Decker

Published July 26th 2016

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Graham Nichols’s main goal in life is to forget. Getting high, completely wasted, and running through a string of sexy blonds daily helps him achieve this task. But one night of partying lands him in a heap of trouble and sent back to the confinements of his hometown. Things can’t possibly get worse, right?

Sarah Morris can’t seem to run fast enough away from her past. She’s spent months trying to amend her ways, and is doing a pretty good job. She’s getting good grades, isn’t acting like a spoiled brat, and even works at the local grocery store. The last thing she needs is a distraction.

Enter Graham Nichols, the one mistake Sarah can’t escape.

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Natalie Decker is the author of the bestselling YA series RIVAL LOVE. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn’t her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She’s a huge Denver Broncos fan, loves football, a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and misses her dog infinity times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!


I look about the room again, and my attention falls right back on Graham. He runs his hand through his brown hair, which appears disheveled. But Graham himself looks calm and a little frightening. I’m so caught up in staring at him, I forget to drop my gaze or hide behind my menu when his eyes travel the room.

When his gaze locks with mine, a warm swell of feelings bubbles through me. My face heats as his eyes narrow slightly. I need to break contact. A blond waitress stops at his table, and I watch as he flirts with the girl. Laughing and touching her hand.

I think I’m going to be sick. He hates me. He really hates me. This is just a game to get back at me for what I did. I know, because I’ve played this same game with all sorts of people who did me wrong. Let me correct myself: the old me did.

“Sarah, do you have an idea of what you might like?” my uncle asks, causing me to blink and exhale loudly.

I glance down at the menu and then back at my uncle Paul. He’s smiling as if he knows I want something that isn’t on the menu. Of course, this only makes my face heat more. “I … um …”

“Excuse me,” a deep voice breaks into our conversation. “Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Issac, may I have a word with Sarah?”

My uncle Paul nods. My auntie Heather smiles. “Hello, Graham. How have you been, hon?”

“I’ve been good.”

Auntie Heather waves me off. “Go on, dear.”

I glance up at Graham and push away from the table. He helps me out of my chair, which surprises me, but it also makes me melt. Just a little.

This isn’t good for me. I will not get caught up in the game. I will not fall harder for Graham than is necessary. I need to let these feelings I have for him go. Get some closure and be done.

He guides me out into the garden area, where blue and white flowers cascade around us and twinkly lights weave overhead. It makes me think of the perfect place to have a wedding. “It seems we’re going to keep running into each other,” Graham says in an irritated tone.

I flinch. “I suppose so. Wait, why? Aren’t you returning to school? Oh God, is your mom sick or something?”

Graham glares at me. “No, my mom is perfectly fine. I’m just not returning to school right now. I’ve got some things I have to take care of, which is none of your concern. Figured the decent thing to do was to warn you. So we might as well get used to this. Us seeing each other. We can pretend we don’t know one another. So I won’t say your name or hello. You can do the same.”

I drop my gaze to my feet and sigh. “Okay. If that’s what you want I understand.”

“Jesus, Sarah, you ripped my heart out and handed it back to me mangled. What did you expect here?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. I know what I did was wrong. Hurting you will be one of my many big regrets, but I can’t focus on that. So, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” I feel the hot sting of tears sliding down my face. I will not look Graham in the eye so he can see the effect he has on me. So I swipe my hands against my cheeks and pretend I’m just brushing my own hair out of my face. Then I head off to the restroom.

Trust me, I want to get a glance of his face the moment I confess that hurting him was a huge mistake. But I can’t. Doing so would leave me more open to his wounding words than ever. What if he said something cruel like, “Good, that’s what you get.” Believe me, I know it’s all on me, but to know that I’d ruined any shot with him forever? To confirm how much he hates me? It would probably kill me. What’s worse, I feel like he was the only one here who got closure. How the hell can I possibly move on while I feel like my heart was thrown in a blender and then served right back to me? Heart à la mode, anyone?

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Review: Confessions of a Wedding Planner by Michelle Jo Quinn

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Confessions of a Wedding Planner
Michelle Jo Quinn

Bliss #1

Published July 26th 2016

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He may be the best man, but he’s the worst man for her…

Wedding planner, Veronica Soto-Stewart believes everyone deserves a fairy tale–even her ex-boyfriend. Unable to refuse his request, and with the help of Bliss Events motley crew, she finds herself creating the most magical event for the perfect couple.

But nothing is ever perfect…
And not all happy ever afters can be planned…

Levi Laurent can’t believe his luck. Thanks to his best friend’s wedding, he finally has a shot at the woman he’s always wanted–Veronica. From San Francisco to Paris, and back, he pulls out all the stops, so she knows where she really belongs–with him. But Veronica wants nothing to do with the rich, sexy, irresistible playboy.

Can Levi convince Veronica that her perfect happily ever after is closer than she ever realized?

My Review

After reading the blurb, it lead me to believe that Confessions of a Wedding Planner would be told from the alternating POV's of Veronica and Levi. I was halfway through when I resigned myself to the fact that that wasn't going to happen. This greatly disappointed me because it made the novel feel as though it was missing half the story. We never really learn the when and how Levi began having feelings for Veronica, we're just told that it happened at some point before we came alone for the journey.

Confessions of a Wedding Planner is probably one of the cleanest romance novels that I have read, like ever. There's no swearing, no sex scenes, and not even a make-out scene. I mean, there are a couple of kisses between Veronica and Levi, but nothing to get hot and bothered about, and there are a few times when there's nudity, but the only descriptor is 'naked,' so I don't think it would've made much of a difference if they were clothed. I am torn as to whether this is a positive or a negative for the novel... I mean, it's romance, not erotica, but without any real passionate scenes, we are only ever really told of Veronica's feelings rather than being shown them.

This book could really do with a heavy proofread as there are many typos and sentences that could use a restructure. I was ready to let it slide until I realised that this is the second edition of the book. This is really only an issue, I feel, if you are a bit OCD about that kind of stuff - which I am, sadly.

Quinn did a good job with the plotline, though drops the ball somewhat with the excitation. If you're not a fussy reader and like a little romance, then this is a good book for you.

2 out of 5

25 July 2016

Book Blitz: Lavender in Bloom by Lily Velez | Excerpt + Giveaway

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Lavender in Bloom
Lily Velez

Published July 25th 2016

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It’s the year 1802 in Avignon, France…

Noah Capet has spent most of his young life living simple and unvaried days in the hushed countryside of southern France. Quiet, reserved, and diffident, his preference for existing is to do so in solitude, keeping to himself both in town and on his family’s farm—a predilection that’s altogether disrupted when a newcomer to town by the name of Jeremie Perreault begins an unremitting quest to befriend him.

Jeremie is everything Noah is not. Charismatic and gregarious, he leaves a trail of charmed admirers in his wake wherever he goes. Expressive and idealistic, he talks without end about his deep love for old books and his spirited dream to one day travel the world on a literary pilgrimage.

Over the course of a single summer, the two form an unlikely friendship, but just as quickly as it develops, it soon entirely dissolves as they’re forced to face the truth of what has unexpectedly emerged between them.

Lavender in Bloom is a tender and tragic coming-of-age story about first love and self-discovery, and a poignant reminder that time is fleeting and always takes with it the choices we’re too afraid to make.

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Lily Velez has been writing stories since she was six years old. Not much has changed since then. She still prefers the written word and her overactive imagination over the 'real world' (though to be fair, her stories no longer feature talking dinosaurs). A graduate of Rollins College and a Florida native, when she's not reading or writing, she spends most of her days wrangling up her pit bulls Noah and Luna, planning exciting travel adventures, and nursing her addiction to cheese. All this when she isn't participating in the extreme sport known as napping. You can learn more about Lily and her books at on her website.


“I think of you almost every moment, Noah. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I am utterly tormented by these things I feel for you.”

It was as if lightning had struck Noah. He was paralyzed by the admission, stricken silent, and at his core, an inferno devoured him. Its heat filled his veins, spread from ligament to ligament, muscle to muscle. Jeremie had once read aloud a poem regarding a phoenix making its nest in a person’s bosom. Noah felt the phoenix now, felt her awakening, shifting, extending her wings and beating them powerfully so that he was left breathless, but no more breathless than by what Jeremie did next.

Jeremie came to him at once, erasing the last of the distance between them, and this time, Noah didn’t back away. The thin gap of space between their bodies sweltered. Still, Noah didn’t move. He didn’t move as Jeremie cupped Noah’s elbows, fingers grasping at bone. He didn’t move as Jeremie pulled him nearer. He didn’t even move when their faces were close enough for him to feel Jeremie’s warm breath against his mouth.

“Tell me you feel the same,” Jeremie whispered. It sounded like a prayer. His head was bowed slightly to be at level with Noah’s.

There was a pull in Noah’s stomach, an unfamiliar desire growing heavier. He was close enough now to see the velvet trimming on the collar of Jeremie’s coat, the paisley design of the white ascot at his neck. Jeremie’s lips lingered before his own, daring, eager, ravenous. It would’ve been effortless to give in, to lean his body into Jeremie’s, to be overtaken by the fever consuming him. He wanted to. Of that much he was certain, and it shocked him like nothing else ever had.

Tell me you feel the same, Jeremie had whispered.

And Noah, still fighting a war he hadn’t even known had begun long ago, had thought to, had nearly conceded to it. But then he saw an image of Jeremie’s father, cold and cruel, bringing his own son to ruins, and in the end, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. For Jeremie’s sake, he couldn’t fall.

Firm in his resolve, he drew up his strength and stepped back out of Jeremie’s hold. The moment he did, the phoenix extinguished herself.

Tell me you feel the same.

Noah met his eyes, forcefully, meaningfully. “I don’t.”

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21 July 2016

The Trepidation of Meeting Your Favourite Author

So, I was thinking about public figures and their fans. (A little random, I know.) I'm fairly sure I speak for a large chuck of society when I say that we build up an image of them in our heads, whether it's based on their work, interviews, what we have read about them on the internet and/or in magazines.

What got me thinking about this is, about two months back, I got the opportunity to meet one of my favourite authors at the Supernova convention in Queensland.

That author was Maria V. Snyder.

I was ecstatic when I read on her blog that she would be doing some conventions in Australia, and didn't even let it phase me when she wasn't coming to my city - I simply bought a plane ticket across the country - no way was I going to miss this.

It wasn't until the morning of the convention that the reality of meeting her actually hit me.

What if she's not a nice person?
What if her sense of humour is bad?
What if I don't like her and it effects my opinion of her books?
What if? What if? What if?!

Maria has been a favourite author of mine since 2009 and I have read everything she's ever published and loved them all. I was beside myself with anxiety worried that she wouldn't be the awesome person that I had built up in my head over the last 7 years.

So there I was, standing in line with my book and shirt for her to sign, by chance sandwiched between two other Renae's (of a different spelling) which didn't look suss at all.... But I digress. It finally got to my turn and She. Is. AWESOME.

I then went and sat in on a seminar she spoke at with some of the other authors there, discussing troupes that they think should be put to bed. And I came out only loving her more.

The whole experience was quite nerve racking, but in the end, it was totally worth it. What that saying? The greater the risk, the greater the return or something like that. It's a financial term - by no means my forte - but it definitely applies here.

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15 July 2016

Book Blitz: Roman Rescue: Who Will Save The Hero? by Michelle Gilliam | Interview + Giveaway

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Roman Rescue: Who Will Save The Hero?
Michelle Gilliam

Published May 21st 2016

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Maggie has always been a sassy, headstrong Southern girl. But running off to Rome, Italy on summer break from college is the most impulsive thing she’s ever done. Her brother is in trouble, and she’s determined to rescue him- after all, he’s the older, wiser, military officer who has never needed her help before. Paul is in a mess with an Italian ex-girlfriend who has cut ties with him…but is pregnant with his child. Maggie thinks she can fix it.

After all, a break from her life would be nice, too. She just broke up with her long time boyfriend, and her estranged mother keeps hopelessly trying to reconnect with her. Italy sounds like the perfect refuge. Until she meets Paul’s best friend, Marine Sargeant, Luke Seager. He complicates things in every way. He persists to play tour guide and asserts his way into her plans at every chance. Maggie prefers to become a hero on her own, but as she digs into the truth about Paul’s predicament, danger builds around them. While the tension and mystery grows, so do her feelings for Luke- a man with his own shrouded past.

Nothing is as it seems when Maggie gets more than she bargained for with the girlfriend’s mafia ties, Luke’s dangerous connections, and unexpected guests from home. Finding out the truth lands Maggie in more trouble than she can escape. Who will save the hero now?

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Michelle Gilliam, BSN lives in Tennessee with her husband and three sons, two of which are college football players. She was raised by a southern mother and a British father and her accent is quite a mess with California, Florida, and Texas influences. She loves to read, analyze, and create. But all of that comes after a good cup of coffee and a conversation with a close friend or while treating her patients. That and her dreams are the source of her stories. She first began writing poetry and it is apparent when you see the use of descriptive language as she paints rooms, international settings, and people.

An Interview with Michelle Gilliam

How do you deal with writer’s block?
Michelle Gilliam Writer's block is simply not focusing. If you submerge yourself into the scene, the world, or the mind of your character, you see what happens next. So being blocked is just being distracted. And most writers are good a tuning out everything around them. When I watch a movie, you could talk to me and I wouldn't hear you- I'm submersed :)

What’s the best thing about being a writer?
Michelle Gilliam Falling in love with my Characters.

What’s your advice for aspiring writers?
Michelle Gilliam If it's not something you can walk away from, then do it. But get a thick skin and be prepared to be in class all the time. You never stop learning.

What are you currently working on?
Michelle Gilliam I am working on my second novel, Untitled. About a New York Literary agent who lost her daughter in the Afghanistan war. She has lost love, a broken heart, yet a lucrative business. She walks away to start over on her Family's estate bequeathed to her and turn it into a bed and breakfast. But something else happens (first chapter) that will send her on another journey that challenges her heart to heal in ways she didn't think she could.

How do you get inspired to write?
Michelle Gilliam I get plenty of sleep and dream. I listen to people and their stories. I question the world, people and the relationships in between. I think, analyze, and think again.

Where did you get the idea for your most recent book?
Michelle Gilliam Roman Rescue is an inspiration after a writing class I took with a friend. We challenged ourselves to the NaNoWriMo the following month and boom 50,000 words of this came out at first. I cut 25,000 of them but that is writing.

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14 July 2016

Book Blitz: Piper Dreams by Amélie S. Duncan | Excerpt + Givveaway

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Piper Dreams
Amélie S. Duncan

The Dreams Trilogy #1

Published January 3rd 2016

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She needs an adventure.
He’s looking for an escape.
Together, they just might find what they both need.

Journalist hopeful, Piper Rowe is searching for a story–the perfect lead to get her a coveted spot on a prestigious journalism team. Running into a cross-country biker group just might be the serendipitous happening she needs.

The only problem?

The sexy and protective gatekeeper, Brody Whitehurst doesn’t want her tagging along, refusing to let her document the trip. But after a threatening altercation riles him, Brody relents, suddenly feeling the need to protect Piper. As Piper and Brody begin their quest to realize their dreams, they discover running is never the answer. Can two people, one with a broken past, one with an uncertain future, find what they’re looking for on the open road?

This is Part One of a Three Part Contemporary Romance Trilogy. This story contains adult situations, themes, and explicit sexual content.

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Amélie S. Duncan writes contemporary, erotic romances with a dark edge. Her inspiration comes from many sources including her life experiences and travels. She lives on the West Coast of the United States with her husband.

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As luck would have it, the biker came up behind us. Even though I understood my mother’s warning, it didn’t stop me from wondering what he looked like without his helmet. I took another peek in the mirror as he pulled it off. Jackpot. Whoa, was he smoking hot.

“Piper, are you listening?” my mother said interrupting my gawking.

“Yes?” I lied.

She let out a loud sigh. “I said Aunt Luna called and told me she can’t hire you for the whole summer. She’s off to meet her new online boyfriend in Santa Fe.”

“What?! She never….” I stumbled.

My mother made what looked like a smirk though it was hard to tell. “I told you not to trust her. Don’t worry, I told her off good on the phone for building your dreams up and crushing them just like your fa—”

“I’ll pump,” I announced, cutting her off. I pushed the door open with more force than I intended and heard a thump before I got out

“Watch it!” a deep voice grumbled.

Oh no. I closed it back quickly and stared down at the dark boots in front of me.

“I’m sorry. That must’ve hurt,” I said pathetically. God. Why did I say that? Of course it did!

“It did,” he confirmed.

My eyes moved away from the boots and up to the dark, denim-encased legs of the man I’d almost maimed with the car door. Once my gaze leveled on the leather jacket, my heart sped up. This had to be the biker. His jaw line was square and peppered with stubble. His dark hair fell across his forehead in waves, and his face was perfectly symmetrical—straight brows and nose. His cheekbones, high and sharp, gave him a hard look that contrasted with his smooth, tan skin. His lips parted—exquisitely shaped luscious lips. I could only dream he was in the same state of gawk, but when I met his large silver-gray eyes, I wasn’t assured. They were clouded, like a blanketed sky, with a touch of soft mystery, and they were gazing down at me. Down on me, actually. I was five seven, and I would have guessed his height at over six feet when he crowded in front of me. Of what I was assured: he was breathtaking.

The horn blared, and it made me jump. He steadied me. A shiver coursed through my body from contact, though his hands were warming on my waist.

“Jumpy little sprite,” he said and grinned, showing off a pair of dimples in his cheeks.

I wasn’t about to remove his lingering hands though I was finding it difficult to control my breathing. I was willing to pass out, right there, to keep them on me. I was totally lust drunk—not just because I’d not had sex for a while. His head tilted down. I followed his eyes to my nipples, peaked in the thin fabric of my silk blouse. He took in a sharp breath, and I shifted on my feet. Okay. Sex hadn’t happened for a long while. But I’d bed him without three dates.

The sound of the window going down and my mother’s shrill voice broke the moment apart. “What are you waiting for? Here. Take my platinum card and hurry.”

He let go of me like I had burned him. The smile on his face melted away as he glanced between my mother’s pointed glare and me. I inhaled as he flicked his gaze at me once more before cutting through the cars to the station without another backward glance.

My face heated as I took the card from my mother’s outstretched hand. I turned to look at the pump. “ATM down. Pay at the window.”

“It takes cash,” I grumbled, handing it back to her.

She pulled out a couple of crisp bills and handed it to me. “There is no need to take that tone with me. Hurry up. We have to go.”

I walked across the island to take my place in line at the gas station window behind the gorgeous stranger. I had almost reached the space in line behind him when a young woman cut in front of me and yelled.

“Brody!” I recognized her as the woman with the bright pink helmet, now a bright pink bobbed hairstyle. She was wearing a black and pink leather suit fitting her like a second skin on her thin frame. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Calm down, Seren,” he said to her before giving her a hug. His tone had a deep rumble. A sexy rumble.

I lowered my head. Of course, a man that good looking would be taken. I could only imagine how bad she would feel if she saw his hands on my waist. I folded my arms.

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13 July 2016

Cover Reveal: Last Chance by L.P. Dover

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Last Chance
L.P. Dover

A Second Chances Novel

Coming August 30th 2016

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One last chance.

That’s all Luke Collins, local bad boy and motocross champion, has to not only find his redemption, but win back the girl he lost. He’ll stop at nothing to make her his, even if it means playing dirty.

Lara Jacobs doesn’t want her heart broken again and refuses to give Luke a second chance. After he left her after their one night stand, she ran right into the arms of her close friend, Grayson Moore. He’s always loved her, and he’s determined to make her see he’s what she needs.

However, in life nothing goes as planned and tragedy strikes. After a fatal accident nearly claims Lara’s life, she’s left inside a world she can’t remember. Her memories are gone, including those of the men vying for her heart. Grayson sees her loss as a possibility to forget her love for Luke, but Luke sees it as an opportunity to start over. All he wants is one last chance to show her that she’s the one he’s been in love with all along.

*** An updated version of One Taste (prequel to Last Chance) has been included at the beginning of the book with all new scenes. ***

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over seventeen novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

6 July 2016

Cover Reveal: Secret Love by Evan Grace

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Secret Love
Evan Grace

Love Stings #2

Coming July 2016

Competition is healthy. Except Carrington Carter can’t ever seem to win…

Carrington has never been good enough, between competing with the ghost of a sister she never met and a brother who can do no wrong in their parents’ eyes. She’s convinced finishing nursing school will finally make her parents proud, until she finds out she didn’t pass her boards. Now she needs money, more than she’d make working as a nurse’s aide.

A secret life of late nights and fast cash may be the only way to keep the news of her most recent failure from her parents…

While driving to the hospital, she spots a gentlemen’s club, the Thirsty Beaver, and decides to apply for a job as a dancer. She’s danced her whole life—how hard could it be? The only problem is it’ll have to be a secret because if her parents found out, it’d be one more thing for them to be disappointed with her about.

David “Damien” Michaels loves his job with the DEA. Posing as a bouncer at a strip club is just another assignment…

Damien lives the single life, scratching his itch one woman at a time, while jumping his career up the ladder. The fact-finding case at the Dirty Dog goes perfectly until one gorgeous redhead complicates everything. She doesn’t belong there, and he knows it.

One look leaves him mesmerized, and he realizes she’s gotten under his skin. He knows he should stay away from her. It could jeopardize her safety and his case, but when he can’t convince her to leave the club…rules no longer apply.

Will the truth set them free, or will Carrington and Damien finally be consumed by their… Secret Love?

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A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.

During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she’s superwoman. She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.

4 July 2016

Book Blitz: Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild | Book Trailer + Excerpt + Giveaway

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Bad Teacher
Clarissa Wild

Published June 28th 2016

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My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.

No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.

I can’t help it that my name suits me well.

You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.

One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.

Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.


Because I broke my cardinal rule …

Never bang a student.

*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.*

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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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“What did you see?” she asks.


Suddenly, she’s behind me, and she places her hand on my shoulder. “You were dreaming. It was a nightmare, wasn’t it? Something you’ve dreamed many times before. That’s why you’re barging around.”

“I’m not …”

Her arms wrap around my waist, and she rests her head on my back, silencing me. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

A sudden rush of terror washes over me.

Those words undo me.

Literally make me want to sink to my knees and cry.

That, or run a million miles, as far away as I can get from her.

I don’t know what it is about her that scares me so much.

Maybe it’s because she forces me to face myself. Or because she gives me something I’ve not had in such a long time, it scares the living shit out of me.


Actual love.

Not just the love of my dick or the love for the way I fuck.

But compassionate love. Someone to talk to. Someone who listens.

And it terrifies me … because I’m not supposed to have that.

I don’t deserve it.

And especially not with her. A student. Someone I’m not supposed to want.

But I want her in more ways than just around my dick.

“Fuck …” I mutter.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. I’m still here for you,” she says, hugging me even tighter.

I know she does. That’s exactly my problem.

I’m on the verge of giving in, and it’s not supposed to happen.

I can’t tell her anything … because it’s the greatest shame I have.

And that says a lot, considering I’m fucking one of my students.

I place my hand over my eyes and brush away the impending tears. Sucking in a breath, I say, “Let’s go to bed.”

“You sure?” she says.

“Yeah, I feel much better now.” I turn around and wrap my arms around her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She pats my back. “Everyone needs someone sometimes.”

I don’t.

At least, I didn’t use to.

Not until I met her.

Or maybe that was all just a lie in order to stop me from feeling anything when there was no one to turn to.

When we stop hugging, she reaches for my hands and gently pulls me along, back into the bedroom. We crawl back into bed, and right when I lie down, Ninja jumps straight on my balls. I groan and grab them while he lies down next to Hailey, gazing at me with a conceited look.

“Fuck …” I say.

Hailey laughs. “He hit you right in the nuts, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. Fuck you, Ninja.” I give him the side-eye. “Just because you’re not having pussy doesn’t mean you gotta be a dick.”

Ninja gets up and starts rubbing his head against my hand.

“Okay … I forgive you,” I say.

“Well, that was quick,” Hailey muses.

“How can you not forgive something so adorable.” I snuggle him, and Hailey looks at me with a funny face.

“You two make a cute couple together,” she jests.

“Shut up,” I joke back.

Meanwhile, Ninja jumps back to her side, crawling up next to her.

“It’s the first time he’s actually come close,” Hailey says, holding her hand close so he can smell it.

“Yeah, I think he’s less scared of you now that he’s seen you a couple of times.” Or maybe he’s starting to get used to her. Like me.

“Does he always jump on the bed like that?”

“Pretty much. We usually sleep together.”

“Hmm … a real bromance then,” she muses, making me laugh.

“Hey, nothing against a little kitty love.” I pet him a few more times before he curls up into a ball at the end of the bed, near my feet. “You okay with that?” I ask.

“Yeah. He’s cute,” she says.

“He’ll probably steal half your bed in the middle of the night.”

“As long as he doesn’t kick me out, I’m fine. So long as he doesn’t try to do anything funny like scratch my back or lick me. Because this pussy is already taken.” She points at herself, laughing, and I laugh too.

I hold her close to my chest, burying my face in her hair. Her scent makes me think of unbridled fun and laughter.

Hailey is here. She’s here, and she’s not going anywhere.

Just as I need her to be.

For now.

Because it’s okay to hold onto someone for a while.

And she’s willingly offering a shoulder.

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Book Blitz: Gypsy Love by Angela McPherson & Lynn Vroman | Excerpt + Giveaway

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Gypsy Love
Angela McPherson & Lynn Vroman

Published June 28th 2016

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Two centuries ago, Adrian vowed to seek revenge against the Gypsy woman who bound his spirit for eternity. Despite how far under the dirt Miryah Kotorara’s bones lay, he won’t stop tormenting the Kotorara bloodline. The person doesn’t matter, only the name.

Until her.

Dr. Mia Kotorara has spent the last ten years trying to forget her Gypsy heritage. Ostracized by her family and emotionally damaged, Mia throws herself into her work to fill the void. She forgets everything from her past—except for the man who solely exists in her dreams.

When reality and dreams collide, Adrian and Mia find something they never expected. Love.

Magic will bring them together, but it may not be enough to mend Mia’s broken heart and Adrian’s lust for revenge.

The Kotorara curse is never satisfied.

As the curse threatens everything they have overcome, Adrian and Mia must fight to save what matters most—each other.

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Born and currently residing in Texas, Angela shuffles three active children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee and chocolate, laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once. When Angela isn't rushing kids around, working or writing, she's reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing though her kids often beg her not to.

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Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. Today, she spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.

With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.



Their routine never changed. Smack the alarm clock for fifteen more minutes of grunting, snoring sleep. Grumble when the contraption bleeped its nauseating music again. Shower, wake the children in the next room, eat some sugary swill, and leave for a day of school or work. Day, after day, after day.

If I hadn't already hated these rotting people, their boring lives would've put me over the edge.

Unfortunately, my life, or lack thereof, mirrored theirs. An apparition only had so much to do to fill the time. My routine never changed, either, not for over two hundred years. Yes, the families would turn into other families as generations progressed—I lost count of how many had passed—but they were all from the same insane bitch of an ancestor. I wasn't too particular. All they required was the right name.

The little things kept my sanity. Push the clock out of reach. Adjust the water until it grew frigid or scalding, depending on my mood. If I were really on point, I dumped that slop they shoveled into their mouths every morning onto the floor for the mangy dog. So what if these specific Gypsies hadn't cursed me. A curse, I might add, undeserved. Two hundred years built enough anger to spread vengeance without prejudice.

Pathetic, but those little things were all I had. Not much else to occupy my time, and as any good haunt would do, I followed the man, Luca, to the city after he dropped his children off at school–every day.

I wouldn't have been a decent ghost if I hadn't at least tried to heave him into oncoming traffic as he scurried to his custodian job. I'd been practicing that trick for years, coming so close a few times. Once I perfected it, the push would probably be at the back of the wanker's grandson. Hell, great-grandson. Unlike them, I had eternity on my side. But one day, a few of the sodding Gypsies would decorate the windshield of a city bus.

Not today, though. Luca weaved around the crowd while I slinked through it, body after body. The beastly man tended to hurry, always late due to his nightly drinking binges, and I enjoyed tripping him up in his rush, a skill I had mastered. A millisecond of physical contact might not get anyone smacked with a speeding car, but stumbling in a hurry irritated even the most patient person, which Luca wasn't.

"Christ!" He grabbed a lamppost in time to save his face from the pavement. "Knock your shit off. I ain't got time for it today."

To an outsider, the bloated man appeared as if he spoke to himself. But I knew better.

"Well, good thing for you I've plenty of time for us both," I answered him. Even though he couldn't hear me, we'd had plenty of conversations over the years, as I had with his father, and his father before him. I used to rage, scream until my voice grew hoarse. Not a blooming soul ever gave any indication they knew I existed. To answer now became habit, needing to speak to him as if I had a voice left in the world.

Unfortunately, I'd become as much a part of this heathen family as every other bastard whelped by the likes of a Gypsy bitch. My story became an heirloom, passed from generation to generation. The angry ghost of Miryah Kotorara's curse. No one had the ability to see me, much less hear a damn word I had to say. Bad luck, a faulty alarm clock, a stumble on nothing, all of it blamed on something none of them really believed in. Me.

In truth, no one believed in me except for maybe Luca, probably the reason I chose him to annoy instead of his brother this generation. What good were all my efforts if the person I haunted thought me a fantasy? I was a curse to a god who didn't exist for the rest of the family. My attempt to scare, kill, or maim them in some way ended up being part irritation, part fun story to repeat at dinner parties.

Even vapor had pride, and the Kotorara clan stomped on it any chance they had.

Luca straightened his jacket and mumbled curses as the crosswalk light blinked to proceed. Oh, to have the power to push his fat, greasy body into a lorry. I swiped at his back, my hand disappearing through his skin and blubber.

One day, you tosser.

As soon as we hit the curb, Luca stopped. If I were matter, I'd have rammed into his back. Instead, I whooshed through his body.

Times like these, I was grateful for the lack of senses, not particularly fond of body odor, sweat, and soft man flesh.
"Well, come on, then. Move your bloody arse."

Even if he could hear, I doubt he would have listened. Luca directed his attention to a sleek building in front of us, a scowl twisting his lips.

I followed his gaze, frustrated as if I were the one late for work. "What has your attention, fat man?" My eyes landed on a woman who focused on the building, her hair so dark it almost shined blue. Her slim shoulders stiffened before she turned—and saw me.

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Gabriella Mitchell is a fighter.

She fights to keep her family together after her parent’s divorce.

She fights to keep her siblings safe and in school.

She fights because it’s the only thing keeping her sane.

Stumbling across an underground MMA fight ring in Sydney, her blood roars as she watches the ruthless Hayden “Hooligan” Harvie with floor of the octagon with his latest opponent.

Gabriella decides she wants to fight professionally; to support her siblings with her fists…and she wants Hooligan to teach her.

Hooligan doesn’t think girls should fight. Especially young, pretty ones he’d love to have warming his bed for a night or two…if only he could silence his conscience long enough.

Every couple needs to fight for their love at some stage, however, with two stubborn hearts at stake, a happy ending for these two will require an all-out BRAWL.

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Kylie Hillman is an Australian author who loves to chat. She can be contacted via email, Facebook, or Facebook Group: Kylie Hillman's Book News & Updates.

Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and original kids.
Crohn's Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80's/90's rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.

Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn's Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the "real" world where she hangs out with her awesome family and "book" world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.

Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren't perfect and aren't afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, romance, or laughter.

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I keep getting asked why I decided to write such a sweet and emotional story like Brawl in the middle of my dark and gritty Black Shamrocks MC series.

The answer is two-fold. I was inspired to write this story a) because the characters wouldn't shut up and b) because I saw a post by a fellow author talking about slut shaming of female characters and why it's okay for the hero to be a rampant manwhore but the women have to be pure as driven snow. In books, any woman who owns her sexuality is usually labelled as easy or a slut and held up as the negative foil to showcase the purity of the heroine.

Out of that discussion, Gabbi and Hooligan were born and the MMA idea I had percolating at the back of my head about a girl fighter took flight with them. I'm a huge UFC fan—my husband and I try to go to every fight that comes to Australia—so making Gabbi a girl fighter in addition to a strong woman who makes zero apologies about the fact that she enjoys sex was a natural extension of my original idea. Having Hooligan struggle with survivor’s guilt, and in turn, having not had sex for three years was the icing on the cake that threw the usual manwhore hero/virginal heroine trope on its head.

Writing a strong female character like Gabbi was immense fun. I thought she was going to rub readers the wrong way with her acerbic tongue and her (in her words) twin hobbies of fighting and f*cking at such a young age. The positive reception she's received shocked me until I really thought about it. She may be young; but she represents a lot of things that woman feel they need to apologise for—enjoying no-strings attached sex with multiple partners and being vocal in our desire to get ahead in life without a man’s help.

Finding a way to keep Hooligan in touch with his innate "alpha-ness" while he struggled with survivor’s guilt was tricky. There's a fine line between a wishy-washy hero who turns readers off and one who is still able to take charge and go after what he wants despite his reservations and the pain he's carrying. Throw in the significant age gap and Gabbi's typically "male" response to their initial connection, and the poor man was left with quite the conundrum.

Survivors guilt is a condition that afflicts more people than we realise. To be the one left behind, to be the one who has to move on without the person you were expecting to spend the rest of your life with is one of my biggest fears and I imagine it is for a lot of us. Hooligan has locked himself away—physically and mentally—in response to his loss, refusing all support offered to him, and burying himself in his job. Gabbi has channeled her disillusionment with life into anger and hatred, as well as looking after her little brother. Their A-typical reactions to their individual trauma makes for an emotional roller coaster for both of them—and the reader. It's also why I was driven to write a story that's so different to my previous work.

A broken and angry girl fighter and a heartbroken man who's lost everything finding love with each other if they can overcome their own preconceptions of what a happy ending entails. It’s unusual, completely different to the usual love story, and compelling all at once. What's not to love about that?

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