Saturday, August 31, 2013

Cover Reveal ~ Chance Encounters by Jenna Pizzi

Title: Chance Encounters

Author: Jenna Pizzi 




~Blurb~

Sometimes it’s the simple things in life that matter the most.
Emma is a small town girl with big dreams. After years of working hard, she thought she finally had it all: a beach house in Malibu, a fiancé who is a well-known surgeon, and a climbing career in the newspaper world. Except, when Emma finds Matt in bed with another woman only weeks before their wedding, she takes a giant leap by accepting a promotion on the east coast.
While in her travels across the country, Emma crosses paths with the free-spirited, fly by the seat of his pants, Jacob. She's fascinated by him and his outlook on life.
When circumstances leave her stranded in a strange city, fate brings Jacob and Emma together again. He takes her on a two day journey into his world where he shows her that money doesn’t always buy you happiness. Happiness is there for the taking, all Emma needed to do was know where to look.
So, when Matt rides in to the rescue, Emma must decide if her relationship with him is worth saving, or if her chance encounter with Jacob is her tomorrow.


Release Day Blitz ~ The Garden of Eden by L.L. Hunter

Title: The Garden of Eden

Series: The Eden Chronicles #1

Genre: YA paranormal romance/ urban fantasy






~Blurb~

Eden Daylesford is a sixteen- year old Nephilim girl stuck smack bang in the middle of a war between angels and demons. And the bad thing is, she shares both of their blood.
When her mother takes her to the Michaelite Sanctuary in London to try and get rid of the deadly trait that has started to appear - one that hasn’t been seen in a long time. It could stop Eden from forming any sort of relationship with anyone, including the tempting Asher. Eden has no idea just how powerful she is.
Will she learn to embrace her new ability and accept her new role, or go back to her old life of an ordinary human teenager?

Will she be tempted?

The enticing first book in the spin off novella series to The Legend of the Archangel. Set after events in The Chronicles of Fire and Ice.



~Excerpt~

I ran so fast I felt one with the wind. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  Sooner or later my mother would track me down but until then I’ll enjoy myself. As I entered the arcade I heard my name.
“Yo, Eden.”
“Eden! You escaped.”
I smiled as I saw my friends approach. “Yeah I escaped the clutches of the evil demon.”
“You shouldn’t joke about that stuff, it could be real,” said Zoe innocently. Zoe was my best friend and still an innocent. Her boyfriend Mike thought he understood all. Even though they were Nephilim too, I couldn’t let them learn who my father was.
“It is real, Zo. If there are angels, there are demons. You can’t have one without the other.”
“Who says?” I defended as I retrieve the air hockey puck out of the slot and place it on the table. It begins sliding around in a small circle, waiting for me to hit it.
“Says I.” Mike took the position opposite me and waited. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. Zoe always says I do this thing with my eyes that could make every boy swoon, but I don’t believe it. How could one person’s eyes make someone swoon? As I wacked the air hockey puck, Mike seemed distracted by something, so the puck sailed straight down into my goal at his end. The electronic voice announced the score to be one nil and that seemed to break his reverie.
“Mike, what happened? You were totally out of it.” Zoe placed a hand on his bicep.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Yes, you were. You totally let Eden win.”
“It was just a lucky shot,” I said in defence. I couldn’t let them think that somehow I had something to do with Mike’s off-with-the-faeries moment. Did I? It couldn’t be possible. I didn’t just cause Mike to space out and act as if he and I were the only ones left on earth? Did I?
“That never happens, baby.”
“Okay, maybe this turn will be better.” Mike retrieved the puck out of the slot on his side and placed it on the table, ready to hit. I stood ready, but this time I was the distracted one. I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that I had revealed one of my powers to him. My mother said to never do that. But was it even one of my traits? The air hockey puck sailed straight under me and landed in his goal. One- all.
“Oh yeah!” Mike hooted, but I didn’t feel like partying anymore. I walked away from the table.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Eden, afraid of being beat?”
“No, I just don’t feel like playing anymore.”
“Oh, come on! We were right in the middle of a game!”
I walked away ignoring their pleas as the allure of the hoop game called me over. I had just pushed a token in the slot and picked up a ball, when I heard my name. But it wasn’t from Mike or Zoe.
“So this is where you spend your runaway hours?” I glanced over my shoulder and saw the creep standing behind me.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“Don’t you see the family resemblance?” he smirked.
I turned to take a good look at him, intrigued. The guy had to be about my mother’s age, maybe a little older and had the same grey- blue eyes my mother has.
“Uncle Adam?”
“In the flesh. Now lets get out of here.”
I chuckled as I turned back around and threw a ball at the highest scoring hoop. It went in. “I am not going anywhere with you.”
Adam clapped. “Good shot. But its not surprising, seeing whose blood you carry in your veins.”
“Do you mean yours and Mum’s, or…”
“Lakyn’s?” He finished for her. “Either way, you have so many abilities you are not even aware of, Eden. And some of them are quite dangerous.”
“How do you know this?”
“I was there from the moment you were born. Trust me, I know.”
I tossed another ball in, this time in a lower scoring hoop and it went in as well. “I’m still not going with you.” As I picked up a third ball and pushed it towards the hoops, it froze mid- air. I gasped and looked back at my uncle. He shrugged.
“Game over.”
As he walked away, the ball remained frozen.
“Wait, how did you do that?” I asked, glancing back and forth from the ball to him.
“If you come with me, I’ll tell you.”
“My mother sent you, didn’t she?”
“She might have.”
“So what you just did, can I do that?”
“Everyone’s traits are different, but probably. If you come with me, you can find out more.”
“I can’t just leave my friends.”
“Yes, you can. You can always make new friends.”
I stopped walking and looked at my friends playing the Daytona. Mike was showing Zoe how to drive, which was really cute. And then I looked at my uncle, waiting patiently outside the mouth of the arcade by a black town car. If I stayed, I would never know what my traits would be, I would never learn how to use them. But I would be a normal teenager, going to school and hanging out at the arcade with her friends. If I went with my uncle, I would no longer be normal. I wanted both lives. But the idea of having amazing powers intrigued me most. In the end I chose door two. Looking back I regretted leaving my friends. But I knew they would never understand. I knew deep down that I was made for a higher purpose.

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Friday, August 30, 2013

Cover Reveal ~ Capstone by Misty Provencher

Title: Capstone

Author: Misty Provencher

Release Date: September 30th


~Blurb~

It's supposed to stink. That's what Cusps do.
The Ianua, Nalena and Garrett's own community, have welcomed them back by charging them as traitors and chucking them into the Hotel Celare's slammer. 
And outside the fortress walls, it's no better. 
The Cusp is at full-boil as the world finally surrenders to The Fury's lifestyle. Looting, riots, murders—every kind of crime has become the norm—and The Fury want to make it all permanent.  They might even succeed, now that they've nabbed all thirteen of the Ianua's Cornerstones.
To preserve mankind, the only chance the Ianua have left is to beat The Fury to the Earth's Core and somehow trigger the Reset.
Like that's easy.
There's no manual on how to activate a Reset. Nobody even knows if there’s an actual Core to the Earth. 
Shoot, it could be one big myth; an epic waste of effort.
But the Addo thinks there is one last hope. 
Maybe.

So long as someone is willing to sacrifice everything to be mankind's long shot.

Blog Tour ~ A Butterfly in Winter by Tara Entwistle-Clark

Title: A Butterfly in Winter

Author: Tara Entwistle-Clark

Genre: Young Adult


Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours


~Synopsis~

Allison Stafford is fourteen. As if that is not enough to deal with in itself, her parents suddenly move her from her small town in Vermont to suburban Michigan, all in the middle of her freshman year of high school. For Allison, there is more to learn at her new school than just finding her way around. Soon she is attempting to make sense of her newly discovered sexuality, and wondering what it takes to fit in with the "cool" people at her school. Despite tragedy and several mistakes, Allison manages to survive. This novel leads the reader through the murky depths of high school, and reminds us all of the importance of true friendship.
4. I don't take pictures, although I can see if I can add one eventually.
5. Tara is always in the middle of something. Right now, that "something" includes a YA novel called "How Quick Bright Things" and a fantasy novel that is nearly done but has no title. In addition to writing, she loves to read. Her favorite author of all time is Courtney Summers. She thinks you should probably read her instead! No one captures high school better.

~Author Bio~

Tara is always in the middle of something. Right now, that "something" includes a YA novel called "How Quick Bright Things" and a fantasy novel that is nearly done but has no title. In addition to writing, she loves to read. Her favorite author of all time is Courtney Summers. She thinks you should probably read her instead! No one captures high school better.

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~Excerpt~

Bayberry Hill Park was half an hour from Bethlehem in the small town of Castleton. The park was vast, with hiking trails, campgrounds and a stable. We parked near the entrance to the hiking trails. Patrick grabbed some maps from the information desk and we walked into the forest. It was the beginning of May and everything was green. The forest smelled fresh, like it had just woken from a long sleep, and the trees were at full. It was dark inside the trees, since very little light made its way through the leaves. We were on a well-beaten dirt path. We stopped at a clearing and sat down. Rachel and Patrick sat on a log, with their backs to the trail. Tim and I leaned against a tree, sitting in the damp grass.
“Hey, Tim, what happened last night?” Rachel asked. “We really didn’t get to talk about it. What’s up with Brian and Angie?”
Tim sighed, shrugged, and looked at Rachel. “You know how they are. Angie feels like she might not have Brian’s complete attention, so she invents a tragedy. There is always something. I don’t know. I don’t even know why I bother hanging around them anymore.”
“Why do you?” Patrick asked.
“Well, Brian’s my best friend. I’ve known him since we were both kids. We live only a few blocks from each other and used to do everything together. When Angie’s family moved in, the three of us became inseparable. Angie got breasts, though, and Brian stopped thinking about anything else. I don’t really have anyone but Brian anymore,” Tim explained.
“Tim and I have been hanging out with them forever,” Rachel added. “There used to be five of us, but it’s a long story. The point is we feel obligated to still hang out with them, even though they’re totally pathetic.”
Patrick nodded. “Yeah, I understand. Everyone has people like that.” I wondered to myself if I knew anyone like that. I supposed there had been people back home, but I couldn’t think of anyone in particular.
“So, who’s up for hiking?” Patrick asked. Rachel stood up, wiping dirt off her butt and reached for his hand.
“You guys go ahead,” I offered, knowing Rachel was hoping to spend time alone with Patrick. Tim and I got up, wet from the grass, and walked away from the clearing into a large open field. He took off his jacket and laid it on the ground for me to sit on. I lay down, facing the sky and closed my eyes. Tim lay down next to me, on his side, so he was leaning over me. He kissed me quickly, softly, and lay back on the ground. We stayed there staring at the sky, not speaking, for a few minutes. He pointed out clouds to me and I smiled, breathing in the warm, spring air. I turned over on my side, so I was looking at him, and played with his hair.
“I’m so glad you didn’t wear your hat. You have the coolest hair,” I said.
“Thanks, I think,” he laughed. “You’re so awesome. You’re not like anyone else.”
“You’re joking, right? I am so much like everyone else. I’m boring and plain and I can’t do anything.”
“That’s not true. You’re beautiful, funny, and really smart. I could tell you were smart the first time I met you. I know I never talked to you much, but I listened.”
I thanked him, blushing. I did not handle compliments well, mostly because I did not get them often.
“I don’t know. I just kinda wish I was more like Rachel,” I said.
“Why? Rachel’s cool and I really like her, but I like you more.”

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Cover Reveal ~ When Stars Die by Amber Skye Forbes



Title: When Stars Die

Author: Amber Skye Forbes

Publisher: ACE Stellar Publishing

Cover Designer: Viola Estrealla of Estrella Cover Art

Release Date: October 2013

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours




~Book Description~

Surviving these trials is not easy, especially for Amelia, who is being stalked by shadowy beings only she can see. They're searching for people they can physically touch, because only those they can touch can see them. Amelia soon learns why she is being stalked when she accidentally harms her best friend with fire during the third trial. Fire is a witch's signature. The shadows are after witches.
          
Now Amelia must decide what to do: should she continue on her path to profession knowing there is no redemption, or should she give up on her dream and turn away from Cathedral Reims in order to stop the shadows who plan to destroy everything she loves?



~About the Author~

Amber Skye Forbes is a dancing writer who prefers pointe shoes over street shoes, leotards over skirts, and ballet buns over other hairstyles. She loves striped tights and bows and will edit your face with a Sharpie if she doesn't like your attitude. She lives in Augusta, Georgia where she writes dark fiction that will one day put her in a psychiatric ward...again. But she doesn't care because her cat is a super hero who will break her out.



Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Blog Tour ~ Phoenix Ashes by Lisa Morgan

Title: Phoenix Ashes (Maggie Henning & The Realm: book 4)

Author: Lisa Morgan

Genre: YA/NA Paranormal-Fantasy Romance

Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

~Synopsis~
Maggie Henning has fallen.
Sent to Ashe, stuck between life and death, Maggie is living in a dream; remembering nothing of the battle to save the world or of her love for Luc. There is only one way back- she must remember it all. But in leaving the perfection that is Ashe, she’ll lose her mother all over again.
Luc won’t let Maggie go without a fight. Even as he watches her body withering before his eyes, he refuses to give up on their love. Aided by trusted friends, Luc wages war to bring back the Phoenix he loves, even as a threat far bigger than Ossa lets his presence be known.
When you are left with only one chance to get it all back, do you seize it, or do you burn the world to the ground?


~Author Bio~
Lisa Morgan lives in rural Upstate NY with her husband Brian, three children, a degu and precocious Siberian Husky. A lover of books and words, it has always been her desire to tell stories that the people near her could listen read, escaping the world around them by way of the page. Always having a new story idea popping into her head, sometimes at the least appropriate times, Lisa can almost always be found with a notebook and writing utensil somewhere within reach, just as her 8th
grade teacher made her promise to do.
When she isn't writing or taxiing kids, Lisa enjoys reading, football, cooking, singing & dancing badly; tattoos, and spending time with family and friends.


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AUTHOR LINKS:  
 Website: http://www.thefinalphoenix.com
Blog: http://www.thefinalphoenix.com
Twitter: @iluvvikingvamps

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Phoenix Resolution (The Series Finale) will be available in late November


Blog Tour ~ Hard Rock Roots


The Rock Hard Roots Blog Tour
Books: “Real Ugly” “Get Bent”


~Real Ugly Blurb~

Turner Campbell is an asshole.
I f*cking hate him.
But I can't get enough either.
He sings like an angel and f*cks like a devil.
If I could, I'd run away and never look back because to tell you the truth, I think this man might be the death of me.

***

Naomi Knox is a bitch.
I can't f*cking stand her.
But I can't stop thinking about her either.
She looks like an angel and plays like a devil.
If I could, I'd f*ck her good and forget all about her, but to tell you the truth, I think this woman might be my last saving grace.

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~Get Bent Blurb~

Naomi Knox is missing.
I don't even f*cking know whether she's dead or alive.
What I do know is that she's the air I need to breathe.
She's my redemption, an all consuming fire that burns in my blood.
And I'll do anything to find her. Anything. Even if means the end for me.
& & &
Turner Campbell is searching.
But he has no f*cking clue what it is he's searching for.
There's darkness all around and enough secrets to choke.
There are angels, and there are devils. It's impossible to tell them apart.
Light needs to be shone on the truth, but there's no one left to hold the torch. The line between life and death is blurred, and the players are all thoroughly entrenched in the game. The question is: am I still one of them?


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~Author Bio~

C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.

Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.

C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.

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Author Links:
Official Webpage: http://cmstunich.com
Facebook Friend Page: https://www.facebook.com/cmstunich


~Excerpts~

REAL UGLY (BOOK 1) EXCERPT:

            Through my sunglasses, I see a face just offstage, hiding in the shadows with a smirk.
            Turner.  Turner fucking Campbell is watching me screw this crowd with my axe, and I can't breathe.  For a moment, I'm afraid my fingers are going to slip, and I'm going to blow this whole gig, but the inner me, the one I dragged out, turns up the notch on my smirk and slides my tongue across my lips.  Oh my god!  What the hell am I doing?  I flick it out and suck it back in, melding into Wren, sliding against him like we're screwing back to back.  And I don't even like the guy.  I don't like either of these guys, but I can't stop myself.  The music's taken over me, and will do what she fucking pleases.
            I watch Turner watching me, and see that his brown eyes are glittering dark, like a night sky filled with stars.  It's so off-kilter with his personality that it really throws me for a loop.  Once again, I find myself having trouble hating him.  Seem to be having a lot of trouble with my loathing abilities as of late.  Guess when I get onstage, I am just fucked.
            Our duet ends and Wren pulls away leaving me cold.  And in the middle of an impromptu solo.  Shit.
            Luckily, Amatory Riot has functioned as a unit long enough for the others to follow me, modifying our song right then and there.  The crowd goes fucking wild, and the air escapes my lungs.  The lights overhead shift and I find myself bathed in color.  My eyes shift to search for Turner again, and I'm glad I'm wearing these shades.  If he knew I was looking for him, I'd never live it down.
            A gasp goes up on my right and Turner appears out of nowhere, snatching my mic from its stand and grabbing Hayden around the waist.  He makes a little come on gesture at me and then leans forward and grabs my lips with his.
            I don't stop playing; I can't.  Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop the burst of fucking power that's just taken hold of me.  I'm both a victim and a master to it as it draws my hands along the neck and plucks strings with a violent fervor that both scares and amazes me.  Hot wet heat takes over my mouth and pulls the rest of the inner me out, and then I'm kissing Turner back hard and fast and furious while the world's most intense riffs are just pulled straight through me, cutting me up and bleeding me over the stage.
            When he pulls away, our eyes lock tight, and I know he can see right through my shades, through my head, and straight down into me.  It's a trick; it's gotta be.  I want to remember the way he spoke to me on the phone, the way he left that poor girl half-naked over the PA speaker, but I can't seem to grab any memories that haven't been made right here, on this stage.  What else is there? my soul asks me as Turner uses the cord of the mic to spin it in a circle and snatch it back in one tattooed hand.
            My solo comes to a natural end, and I fall right back where I left off, taking the band with me, opening my ears up to Turner's voice as it slides into the microphone.  It's unbelievable – my words from his lips.  I step back and Hayden moves up beside him, doing her best to out sex her colleague.
            It doesn't work.
            I don't think it's even possible to out sex Turner Campbell.
            He grabs the hem of his shirt and slides it up, flashing his taut belly and a sea of tattoos against pale, sweaty flesh.  His fingers rub the dark hair above his jeans and then drop the fabric back into place, much to the dismay of the crowd.
            “Tearing me up, shredding me inside; my walls are coming down in flames.”  Hayden's voice slides in alongside Turner's and for a split second there, I'm jealous.  Of what and who and why, I have no idea, because I fucking hate them both, and they deserve each other, but …  I brush the feeling aside and slam my axe to bits with my pick.  “If you break me, baby, be prepared to pick up the pieces.
            Three.  Two.  One.  And the song is over, and my pick is flying out across the crowd and landing in greedy hands.  Sweat pours down my face in sheets and my body is wracked with violent trembles.  Turner spins around and grins at me as the crowd explodes into a riotous fervor that makes the bouncers nervous.

GET BENT (BOOK 2) EXCERPT:

I tap the vein in my right arm with two fingers and check the rubber tourniquet that's wrapped around my sweaty flesh, making sure it's pulled tight.  I'm trying to set up a good injection site, so I can take the syringe I've got clutched between my teeth and shoot up.  It's the only way I'll get through this.  The only fucking way.
            “Turner!  What the hell is going on in there?”  I slump against the wall and ignore Treyjan's hoarse shouting.  He's been out there all damn morning, screaming his friggin' head off.  I don't want to hear it anymore.  He's driving me nuts.
            I pull the syringe out of my mouth and slide the needle into my skin, hissing at the rush of white hot pain when it punctures my vein.  I press the plunger down and wait.  A few seconds later, I feel it in the back of my throat.  It tastes like fucking victory, like accomplishment, like I'm king of the fucking world.  I yank the needle out unceremoniously and toss it into the trash can.  It lands on top of a mountain of used condoms and tissue paper, and it's probably unsanitary as shit, but I don't care.  I don't care about anything right now except Naomi.
            Naomi.
            “Turner, get your fucking ass out here now!”
            I rip the tourniquet off next and lay it on the counter, clutching the sides of the sink as I lean over and cough.  Good meth always makes you cough.  And it makes you feel so fucking good that even a nightmare like this starts to look like a dream.
            “Are you slamming meth in there, motherfucker?” Trey screams, and he sounds like he's about to burst a damn vein this time.  I lift my eyes up and stare at myself in the mirror.  It's not a pretty sight.  I look like shit.  Jesus Christ.  Have I been walking around like this for three days?  My eyes are bloodshot and ringed with purple, and my lips are pale and cracked.  I look like a Goddamn zombie.
            “Don't get your panties in a wad, bitch,” I call out to him, standing up and sniffing, letting my eyes fall closed for another minute.  At least now I don't have to worry about how I'm going to get through another day.  The drugs will take care of that for me.
            Naomi.
            I reach over and unlock the door.
            Trey doesn't waste any time opening it and throwing me a death glare.  I ignore him in favor of putting on some eyeliner.  We have a show tonight, and I want to look good.  Hell, I have to look good or I'm not getting onstage.  My pain is private, not something to hang out for all to see.  I'm not on display here.
            “You got a hard-on for me or something?” I ask him, pretending that everything's alright, that my life has not just gone from bad to worse, that the breath has not just been suctioned out of my fucking lungs.  “I can't even shit in peace anymore?”  Trey looks down at the garbage, up at the tourniquet and sneers.
            “You're just gonna get high everyday now?”  I shrug, applying black around my eyes, making sure it's thick enough to hide the circles.  Women love eyeliner on guys anyway.  Or at least the women at my shows do, the ones with the piercings in their noses and the tattoos on their hips.  I want to pick one of them up and fuck away the pain, but I can't do that to Naomi.  For the first time in my life, I can't even imagine screwing another woman.
            I look up at the ceiling as my brain seizures with false pleasure, misplaced hope, fatal courage.
            “What are you now, Mother Theresa?  We've gotten high everyday since we were sixteen.”  I pretend not to notice that Trey is wearing Travis' cap.  Or whoever's cap.  Still haven't figured that mystery out.  There seem to be a whole shit ton of them floating around right now, and that's kind of the least of my worries.
            Naomi.
            “Not like this, Turner.  Not fucking like this.  What are you doing?  You're gonna kill yourself.”  I don't tell my best friend that I don't care, that I'd rather die than live without Naomi Knox.  I mean, how fucked up is that?  Love sucks balls.  Everybody always acts like it's the one thing worth living for, that spark in the fire that pulls you in, that strokes your hair back and lets you know that everything's going to be okay.  Well now that I've fallen into it, nothing is okay.  Nothing will ever be okay.  I sipped from love's wine and now I'm drunk as shit without a place to lie down.  My happy ending, my saving grace is lying dead in a morgue, cut up and fucked up, so mangled they can't even identify her damn body for sure.  Oh, they say it's probably her because if not then, I mean, where the shit is she?  Where?  Where?  Where the fuck are you, Knox?  With your pretty blonde hair and your sunglasses and your fuck you all attitude.


Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Release Day Blitz ~ Becoming Invisible by Tiffany Carmouche

Title ~ Becoming Invisible 

Author ~ Tiffany Carmouche














~Synopsis~

Becoming Invisible is the third book The Alaskan Heart Saga, a Contemporary New Adult Series about finding unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival.
Passion. ..Obsession. ..Love…Loss.

When fire consumes the Carlisle’s home and an obsessed serial killer continues to hunt Nicole and her family, Dylan and Bradley realize the only way to keep them alive is to help them become… invisible.

What are people saying about The Alaskan Heart Saga?

“…Suspense, love and sleepless nights.” Samantha Truedale, USA

“…A riveting story that tugged at my heart…” Kristina Snyder “It simply blew me away.” 

“Intrigue, Deception, Romance and the beauty of the rugged Alaskan landscape…are the settings for Tiffany Carmouche’s masterpiece of writing.” ~ Theresa Stuart, California

“…A crazy thrill ride and I never want to get off.” Justine Vandale, Canada “…It's fast- paced and heart pounding. It was such a rush!” 

“…Outstanding romance, intrigue, suspense & action.” Nicki Wilson, UK


Goodreads! Help spread the word the trilogy has becomg a Saga!

Book Trailer The Impostor, A Love Story~ The first book in The Alaskan Heart Saga

        
Book Trailer of Obsession and Sacrifice~ The second book in The Alaskan Heart Saga

Book links
The Impostor, A Love Story http://tinyurl.com/l3ttupn Amazon Link

Obsession and Sacrifice http://tinyurl.com/l2gce7o Amazon Link 


The Impostor, A Love Story First book in series http://tinyurl.com/dyvxlfk B&N
Obsession and Sacrifice http://tinyurl.com/aj9mx92 Barnes and Noble


~About the Author~

Best Selling Author Tiffany Carmouche has been given the title, The Queen of The Cliffhanger and Best Unknown Author You Need to Discover. When Tiffany Carmouch√© is not writing suspenseful romance novels, you can find her sculpting, traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in music or enjoying her family.

From skydiving in Alaska to scuba diving in Hawaii, Carmouché has traveled the world seeking adventure and it is apparent in the books she writes. Her adventures include riding camels in Africa, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico, dancing salsa in Ecuador, and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy. She has also found fulfillment working with the disabled and orphans in Argentina and Mexico. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters grow and strive to accomplish their own dreams.

Despite all of these amazing experiences, she has survived many struggles. There was a time she felt defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. Her secret hope is that anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times they have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to their feet and learning to breathe again. Please visit my author page at 
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Blog Tour ~ The Long Road Home by Jenna Pizzi




Title: Long Road Home

Author: Jenna Pizzi

Genre: Romance, Suspense


~Synopsis~

“The Long Road Home” Is a story about family, first love, betrayal & secrets.

What if someone took away everything that you ever cared about?

What if one by one you were stripped of everything you ever knew until there was nothing left?

What if you didn't even realize what was happening to you, because it was by the hands of one man, one man who was driven by obsession to possess you, to own you.

Christina never believed in love at first sight, until she met Michael. In the span of one summer, Christina finds her soulmate only to have him suddenly torn from her life, her father is set up for a crime he didn’t commit, and her best friend Lani is swept up into a fairy tale of her own. Christina suddenly finds herself alone and vulnerable, with only one person left to turn to, Logan. Little by little she begins to fall under his spell.
Logan will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and what he has wanted all along is Christina. He has managed to worm his way into her life, separate her from everyone she cares about, and steal the life she was meant to have with someone else.
In a series of shocking events, the truth starts to unravel, and the true Logan Harrington is discovered for who he really is. Christina's friends fight for her to uncover the truth, and free herself from his web of deception. Will she piece the truth together, or will she succumb to his delusional lies?


~Author Bio~

Born and raised in Massachusetts, Jenna settled into America's hometown where she proudly calls home with her family. She is an avid book reader and collector with an entire room dedicated to her passion. At the age of twelve years old Jenna began writing, determined to be just like Stephen King or Dean Koontz.
For her it all starts with the flick of an image. From there a story is born. Being an eternal romantic, Jenna is a true believer in happy endings. It's the rest of the story that anything is possible. Writing is her passion. It is something that helps her unwind at the end of the day. She likes to tell stories that will pull at your heartstrings, or simply whisk you away even for just a little while. So grab your favorite blanket, and a hot cup of coffee and settle in for the ride.

Links:
Website: Jennapizzi.com
Twitter: @jaderayne





~Excerpt~

Logan walked into the kitchen, looked directly into Michael’s face, and grinned just to antagonize him.
“Is there a problem, Michael?”
“What’s your game, man?”
Logan took a step closer and cocked his head to the side.
“I don’t think I understand. Whatever do you mean, Michael?”
“Oh, you know damn well what I’m talking about. Why is it that every time I turn my back you’re all over my girlfriend?”
Logan sneered at him as his tone suddenly changed.
“What are you going to do, pal? You’re going to be gone, won’t you? Who do you think is going to pick up the pieces of her broken heart? Game over, my friend, I win.”
It was all Michael needed to hear. He’d always known Logan was after Christina, but to hear it from his mouth was a totally different story. Michael took the dish he was holding, threw it across the room, and then lunged at Logan. The two of them threw punches and tore up the kitchen. Logan threw Michael over the kitchen counter, and with him, all the dessert dishes. Michael in turn shoved Logan into the kitchen table, and the table collapsed under Logan’s weight. Tiffany screamed out for help.
Christina came running at the sound of the commotion. Andrew and Daniel followed behind her. Andrew grabbed hold of Logan and tried to pull him away. Daniel grabbed onto Michael and pulled him to the opposite side of the kitchen. Logan laughed a mocking laugh as he wiped the blood off his mouth.
“You’re so fucking done, my friend. Get the hell out of my house before I call the cops.”
Michael pulled himself out of Daniel’s hold. He couldn’t help seeing the look of disappointment written on his face. He knew Daniel would side with Logan and not want to hear the truth of what happened.
Michael felt defeated. He stormed through the house and out the front door. Christina looked at Logan and shook her head.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Logan ran his fingers through his hair and smirked.
“Ask your boyfriend. He’s the one who threw the first punch. I caught him with his hands all over Tiffany.”
Tiffany let out a cry.
“How can you say that? That’s a lie.”
“Of course you’d say that, wouldn’t you? You’ve been pining over him for years, haven’t you?” Logan lashed out at her. Tiffany began to cry and ran out the back door.
Christina was torn. She looked around and noticed everyone was staring in their direction, so she ran to Logan’s room to retrieve her bag. Logan followed behind her and closed the door.
“Where are you going? Are you seriously going to leave knowing what that man just did?”
She pulled the strap over her shoulder.
“I can’t stay here. I have to find Michael.” She began to walk to the door when she stopped and looked at him. “How could you do this, Logan? If you really do care for me, you’d stop with all the games, and just accept that I love him.” She pushed past him and out into the hall.
“Good bye, Logan.” She slammed the door as she left. Lani grabbed her.
“Go… just go and find him. I’ll look after things here. Find him before he does something stupid.” Christina ran out the front door. Lani heard a loud crash from behind her. She opened Logan’s bedroom door just in time to see the hole that Logan had just put in the wall with his fist.