Wednesday, April 29, 2020

#CoverReveal - Heart of Fire by @SedonaVenez


Title: Heart of Fire
Author: Sedona Venez
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Publication Date: May 14th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: From USA Today bestselling author Sedona Venez comes a new, intense stand-alone firefighter romance about overcoming breathtaking losses at a young age, first love and second chances.


A friendship torn apart by fire…

Lukas was my best friend, the first kid to greet me when I moved from NYC to Vermont.

We never got past friendship, but when he disappeared shortly after his mother’s tragic death in a fire, I always wondered if we could have been more.

Back in New York City, working the beat, I got the wind knocked out of my sails—and found out what happened to the boy I’d known.


Even when we tell ourselves it’s just catching up between friends, I can’t deny that Lukas feels like home, even more than the place I grew up.

But I can’t be the carefree girl I once was.


I can’t trust myself to know what I want, or how to get it anymore.

I can’t trust anyone, even my grandmother, to understand my scars.


What happened to me as a cop haunts me, makes me question whether I chose the right career—but when a crime spree starts in my hometown, I can’t help but jump in.

And when Lukas shows me his scars, I know he can handle mine.

With a career with the NYPD beckoning me back to the city, and obligations pulling me back home, how can I know whether things with Lukas can even work, no matter how much we care about each other?


Heart of Fire is a stand-alone, Second Chance, Firefighter Romance.


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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sedona Venez lives in New York City with her hot ex-military hubby--hooah--and their fur babies. She loves writing sizzling, sexy intricate stories about strong but broken characters who push limits, overcome their fears, and risk it all for love.

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Tuesday, April 28, 2020

#NewRelease & #Giveaway - Radical Rock Stars by @JennaGalicki


Title: Radical Rock Stars Series (Books 1-5)
Author: Jenna Galicki
Genre: Adult Contemporary Rock Star Romance
Publication Date: April 28, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
Get Ready to Rock! This five-book collection is filled with hot rockers and tough chicks all wrapped up in a ton of angst and heat.
In this award winning series, follow Immortal Angel as they rise from Brooklyn garage band to become one of the biggest punk rock sensations in America.

Whether you love a heartthrob, a damaged soul, a playboy or a romantic, these rockers and the women who love them will leave a mark on your heart that will have you thinking about them for a long time to come.
The Prince of Punk Rock, Book 1 – Finalist, 2015 Bisexual Book Awards. Winner, Angel, Tommy & Jessi, Saints & Sinners Couples Battle. Winner, Jessi Blade, Best Rocker Babe.
I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It's our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

Between A Rock and A Hard Place, Book 2
She’s a rock goddess.
He’s a sex pistol.
I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I’m not living without either one of them.
I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m Tommy Blade, The Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story.

Punk Rock Resurrection, Book 3
This is a dark tale of loneliness and self-worth, and how the love of a woman can change a man.
My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?
This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.

Rock Star Redemption, Book 4
I live life in the fast lane.
My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.
I'm the one your daddy warned you about.
I have everything I ever wanted—except Audra Abelman.
She was always the good girl.
She was off limits.
I held out for almost a decade.
It's time to set her inner bad girl free.
I'm Jimmy Wilder, and I'm going to claim the most sought-after girl in the record industry.

Bonus Read!
Radical Rendezvous – an erotic short

Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby, Book 5
Revisit our original trio and follow up with the evolution of Angel, Tommy & Jessi’s
relationship.  Time only makes this trio burn hotter!
She rocks my world.
He sets my soul on fire.
We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.
It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the next chapter in our story.

Other Books in the Radical Rock Stars Series:
The Stage, Book 6 (an Immortal Angel/Bulletproof crossover novella)
The Roadie, Book 7 (Coming Summer 2020)

DON'T MISS THE NEXT GENERATION OF ROCK STARS!
The progeny of legendary punk rock band Immortal Angel brings you an enemies-to-lovers and friends-to-lovers duet.

LUCAS BLADE, Radical Rock Stars Next Generation Duet Book 1
He’s the son of guitar legend, Tommy Blade. He’s smart. He’s gorgeous. He’s talented beyond belief. He’s perfect. And he knows it. He’s also giving me the opportunity of a lifetime. He’s trying to teach me his wisdom, but I just want to play music. He’s so damn confident and self-assured it makes me crazy. He’s also breaking through all of my barriers.

MASON WILDER, Radical Rock Stars Next Generation Duet Book 2
She’s my best friend’s little sister. She’s off limits. I’ve known her since the day she was born, but it’s taken me 22 years to realize how much I love her. Just when everything seems perfect, my world gets turned upside down, and I need to take sides between people I’ve loved and trusted my entire life, and someone I never thought I’d see again.




Praise for The Radical Rock Stars series:
"The Prince of Punk is one smoking hot rock and roll fantasy where the boy gets everything he ever wanted - a hot wife, a hot boyfriend and a hot band playing sold out venues." ~ Kindle Crack Book Reviews

"...racy, hot filled with fury...From love to hatred, from peace to turbulence...I could almost see it happening on the big screen." ~ Adriana LG "L.A.N.G."

"…mesmorising, unputdownable and exhausting - but SO worth it. . .Stunning."  ~ Wicked Reads Team

"Crazy writing and reading at its best...I loved it."  ~ Wicked Reads Team

"This book was just heart wrenching. The emotional roller coaster all of the characters go through was almost more than I could take."  ~ Jodie's W.I.N.E. List

"Jenna Galicki gives us a scorching hot romance . . . Ms. Galicki doesn't hold back and gives us the gritty lows as well as the highs."  ~ Illustrious Illusions


Jenna Galicki writes in multiple genres including mmf, mf, and mm. She loves music, Rottweilers, and meeting new people. A native New Yorker, she now calls Southern California home. When she’s not hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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Excerpt #1: The Prince of Punk Rock, Book 1

Jessi let the warm water from the shower spray onto her face.  She was happy.  Tommy was happy.  Angel was happy.  Their much-needed talk at the breakfast table set some ground rules.  Angel was open to communication and encouraged it.  It gave her comfort.
After she showered, she meandered back to the bedroom, as she towel dried her hair.  Tommy and Angel were already naked and in each other’s arms on top of the unmade bed.
“What took you so long?” Tommy asked, before returning his lips to Angel’s neck.
Jessi didn’t answer.  She wanted to watch.  She leaned against the doorway and folded her arms.  She watched Tommy kiss Angel with an urgency that she never saw before, and the love that Angel had for Tommy was never clearer to the naked eye than it was right now.  She knew they were in love.  It didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would. The confidence she had in their marriage overshadowed her fears and doubts.
Her thoughts were pushed aside by the sound of Tommy moaning and breathing heavily.  Angel was stroking Tommy and nibbling on his neck.  Jessi let the towel around her body drop to the floor and crawled into bed, on the other side of Tommy.  She glided her hand up his back and kissed his shoulder.  He immediately turned onto his back, so that he could share himself equally between her and Angel, and he kissed her.  Her mouth moved to his chest, and she could feel his heart gently beating underneath her lips. She kissed her way down his torso and her tongue crawled across his skin.  It accidentally collided with Angel’s mouth.  They both looked up in surprise and shared a smile.
She wasn’t sure what Angel was thinking, but she wanted to kiss him.  Fear of rejection made her hesitate, but it was unwarranted.  Angel grabbed her by the back of the neck and firmly planted his mouth on hers.  His tongue invaded her mouth and bathed its circumference.  She was spellbound by the intensity of his kiss.  She couldn’t think about anything else except Angel’s warm, authoritative tongue inside her mouth, and she immediately felt warmth and wetness between her legs.  Now she understood why Tommy had that dreamy look on his face whenever Angel kissed him.
Angel withdrew his tongue, but she wanted more and placed a long kiss on his lips, hoping for another visit from his magical tongue.  But he just smiled at her, and then moved his mouth back down to Tommy’s belly.
Tommy pulled her up and kissed her.  It was like night and day.  Angel’s kiss was forceful and commanding.  Tommy’s was slow and soft.  She loved the tenderness in which he slowly moved his tongue in gentle, purposeful circles around her mouth, but she found herself still reminiscing over the kiss she just shared with Angel.



Excerpt #2: Punk Rock Resurrection, Book 3

Alyssa held up her shot, and Damien held up his half-full tumbler. She clinked his glass.  “That’s a pretty big shot you got there.”
“Big is an understatement. I like to use the term huge. And impressive.”
She laughed. “Oh really? Don’t set yourself up for failure”
His eyes never left hers as he took a big swig of his glass. “Don’t take my word for it. You can judge for yourself.”
She folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him with a smile pressed into her plump, crimson lips.
He finally silenced her. “What’s wrong? No comeback? No witty retort?”
“I have plenty of witty comebacks. I’m just not sure how far I want to take this tonight.” She was enjoying watching him squirm.
He took another gulp of his drink, while hers remained untouched on the bar. “I thought you wanted that shot. Can’t handle the hard stuff after all, huh?”  He placed his empty glass on the bar and taunted her with a smile. “I bet that hard-ass exterior is really just a front. Underneath it all, I bet you’re just a girly-girl.”
Her eyes opened wide, and her face went blank. For a minute Damien thought he went too far and pissed her off. He was about to apologize, but she picked up the shot glass and drained it, then slammed it down on the bar. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him so close he felt her breath on his lips. “I’m an expert at dishing out the hard stuff. I wield a needle for a living and pierce it through raw flesh without an anesthetic. The question is, can you handle it?”
Her self-righteous smirk mocked him with playful satisfaction, but Damien was about to keel over from the overwhelming heat that covered his body. Tiny dots of perspiration broke out on his forehead, and he was starting to think that maybe she was right—he couldn’t handle her in the bedroom. Had he finally met his match? Could this gorgeous, ferocious woman break him? Could she be the one to make him surrender and beg for mercy?
“What’s the matter? You look a little stunned. Did I scare you?”
“Hell no.” He stepped closer. “You got me excited.”









Friday, April 3, 2020

#CoverReveal & #Giveaway - The Fall of Sin by @BellaJ_Author


Title: The Fall of Sin
Author: Bella J
Genre: Dark Romance
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Cover Designer: Clarise Tan from CT Cover Designs
Publication Date: May 13th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
Mila

Secrets. Lies. Deception.

It’s all part of his vendetta, and so am I. He stole me, used me as one of his pawns by forcing me into a marriage I wanted no part of. I had to sign my name on the dotted line, and now he owns me…body, mind, and soul.

That’s why I ran. I had to escape the monster whose touch corrupted me. Break free from the man who seduced me, the beast who gave me a taste of the darkness.

But now I crave it. I need it. I need him.

I’m his to play with…until I break.

Saint

Distraction. Addictive. Toxic.

Mila wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a signature, a beautiful secret, a wife with no voice. Instead, she became an addiction, a complication that could cost me everything—a price I wasn’t willing to pay…until she ran from me.

Now, the game has changed, and the stakes are much higher. She thinks she’s seen the worst of me, convinced I couldn’t be more vicious and cruel. But I’m about to prove her wrong because I’ll risk everything to get what I want.

Revenge…and my wife.  

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The Rise of Sainthttps://books2read.com/u/bx8Jy6


All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she's able to retreat to her writer's cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.

Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.

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Saturday, March 7, 2020

#NewRelease - Faithfully by Stormy Leigh


Title: Faithfully
Author: Stormy Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Editor: Dawn Yacovetta
Cover Designer: Dark City Designs
Publication Date: March 6th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Skylar moves 700 miles away from all of her memories and rebuilds in the North Carolina town of Jacksonville, which is a military town. She becomes successful with the purchase of her second business, a bar that is named The Bar where she meets its cocky neighbor, Tanner. Tanner owns a vehicle and motorcycle repair and restoration business right next to the bar.

Tanner is pretty much your typical playboy, though he is upfront with his one-night stands and never leads anyone on. He has no desire to settle down after going through his own traumatic childhood. He doesn't really trust women, but for some reason, Skylar gets under his skin. They butt heads, yet deep down, neither can deny the chemistry that is there.
Skylar is not ready for a relationship, and she'd never even think about dating someone like Tanner, who she sees as someone who could never be faithful or loyal and doesn't deserve someone like her, someone who when she gives her heart, she gives it completely.
Will Skylar be able to finally move on and let anyone in again?
Will Tanner be able to trust a woman, settle down, and be faithful?




Stormy Leigh resides in Youngstown, Ohio, with her family, two dogs and five birds. Stormy grew up with a passion for horses and everything outdoors. When she is not reading, writing or hiking, she is painting and restoring furniture. She has a witty, dark sense of humor, she loves to laugh, and loves to make others laugh. She wants to make people feel welcome and less alone in this world. After all, laughter is the best medicine.

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As the memory fades and I come back to the present, I set the cologne bottle down and feel like I’m dying inside at the thought of never having another Christmas with the man I’ve loved since the moment I laid eyes on him in the vocational school lunchroom. I suddenly feel like someone is crushing my heart in a vice, making it hard to breathe. I open his top drawer, looking for a t-shirt I can put on my cold, shivering, naked body. I sift through his drawer, looking for his favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt he wore often. As I rifle through his shirts, my hand touches something hard. I move shirts aside and look down to see a small, black, velvet box. For a long moment, all I can do is stare at it. When I finally pick it up, I back up until my knees hit the bed. I sit down hard, unable to take my eyes from the box, scared to open it. I finally get the courage to lift the lid and my hand moves up over my mouth as I whisper, “Oh my God. “Inside is a breathtaking princess cut diamond engagement ring on a simple, white gold band. My breath catches in my throat, and my chin and lips start quivering as fresh tears pour down my face. My sight blurs so badly that I can hardly make it out anymore. I snap the lid and scream out, “No! You can’t be gone! We had plans! I love you so much!” I clutch the ring box to my chest, grab his other pillow, hugging it as I lay down, pulling his comforter up to my chin. It still smells of him. As his scent surrounds me, I fall into bone-shattering sobs until I pass out sometime in the early morning hours.






Tuesday, July 2, 2019

#NewRelease & #Giveaway - True Gold by @MichelleKPace


Title: True Gold
Author: Michelle Pace
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Mystery
Cover Designer: Michelle Preast
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Publication Date: July 2nd, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
Growing up in True, Alaska, the only truth I knew was that Delilah Campbell was an arrogant pain in my ass. She was also my everything, and still haunts my every waking moment.

I don’t have a single memory that doesn’t include Lie, and I can still taste her, even though Alaska’s no longer big enough for the both of us. After our savage breakup, I fled, chasing my dream and becoming a decorated Green Beret. Ten years later, one bad jump propelled me straight from Special Forces back home, guiding rich idiots into the wilderness, where I struggle to keep them from getting themselves killed. It’s not the life I planned, but at least I’m not behind a desk somewhere.

Then one night, my cell rings, shattering my peaceful existence.

“Connor,” I’d recognize her voice anywhere, and it’s like I’m sixteen again, crazy in love and cocky as hell after finding all those gold bars everyone's been searching for since before we were even born.

I want to tell her to go to hell and throw my phone in the river, but it seems Delilah’s visceral grip on me is permanent.


“It’s mom. She’s missing. I need your help…."







Raised in small town Iowa, Michelle Pace is an international best-selling, multi-genre author. After studying theater and vocal music and directing and performing in numerous productions, Michelle went on to earn degrees in both liberal arts and nursing.
Determined to avoid shoveling snow, she relocated to the Lone Star State with her husband, author L.G. Pace III. Michelle is a mother of three, and she enjoys traveling, live music, and is an enthusiastic amateur beer connoisseur.
Still most at home while entertaining an audience, her mission is to write gripping fiction, not fairy tales.




“This is new.” I reach out to brush her tiny strap aside for a better look at the ink. The tattoo is an antique compass rose, the figure that displays the orientation of the cardinal directions on old maps. The design is actually really nice; a couple of roses and some leaves give the outer circle a wreath-like quality.

“Not really. I got it a long time ago.” Her voice is husky as my fingertip glides across her silky skin. Gooseflesh appears on her upper arm, and that gives me a thrill. “When I was like…twenty… maybe twenty-one.”

She turns around, and her hip brushes against the front of my zipper. I’d say the contact made me hard, but I was halfway there watching her from outside. She looks up at me, and though she’s had to crane her neck to meet my eyes since we were in middle school, it’s always felt as if she were the one looking down on me.

“I was dating the tattoo artist. I guess you could call it ‘dating.’” Her tiny eye roll implies it wasn’t one of her finer moments.

I tilt my head, my blood pumping something fierce between my jealousy at the idea that anyone else has ever touched her and her sheer nearness in this moment. “Oh yeah?”

She nods, and a macabre smile flits across her face. “He was tall. And a major know-it-all. Totally my type.”

I feel an appreciative smile working at my lips.

“Why didn’t you marry him?” It’s a bold and weighty statement and her mouth drops open. She searches me, and for a rare, candid moment, I allow it.

“He was mean.” I see something flicker behind those liquid amber eyes.

“Sounds like a match made in heaven.” My voice is gruff, but I’m glad I spoke the truth. I’m even gladder for how solidly the blow lands, based on the way her perfect bow of a mouth turns down at the edges. In a surprising move, she lifts herself easily onto the counter so she’s sitting on it, and I struggle to keep my eyes off of her well-defined arms and that gravity-defying chest. “This doesn’t have to be ugly, Connor. Let’s have a beer. Catch up. Talk about old times.”

I say nothing, and her lips form a slanted smile. “We did have some good times, didn’t we?”

That’s for fucking sure.

I could step between her legs right now. Slip her panties aside and bury myself in her tight, wet heat. It would be as easy as breathing, and three-quarters of me is ready to take the easy route. I move to the far cabinets away from her, putting temptation at arm’s length. From there, I have an even better view, so I force myself to look away, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “No.”

“No we didn’t have good times, or no we can’t talk about them?” She sounds entertained.

I crack my beer and lock eyes with her. “We’re not talking about us.”

She’s completely unreadable now, and that puts me on edge. “Why not?”

I lean against the cabinet, sipping from my beer. “Because I’m not done being mad at you.”

She blasts an incredulous laugh and when I don’t respond in kind, her laughter dies, and she gives me another thorough once-over.

“You’re mad at me? You’ve got to be kidding.”

I tip back my can in response.

She lets out a sardonic chuckle, but she’s obviously pissed. “That’s rich.”

I wait for her to convince me that I shouldn’t hate her. She seems to be waiting on something too. Her smile, the one that isn’t really a smile at all, fades.

“You promised me, Connor. You promised we’d always be friends.” It’s nearly imperceptible, but her lip quivers. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people aren’t me.

I wrinkle my brow, squinting at her in amazement. “You were very clear, Lie. You said I should never contact you again. How’d you put it? Oh, yeah. You said, ‘Have a nice life.’”

Her shining eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Then, in a classic Lilah move, she wipes her expression blank, closing the shutters, blocking out any hope of peeping inside. “Fair enough.”

I should be glad we’re on the same page. That we’re slamming the door on all of that shit. Instead, I want to roar. Frustrated, I chug my beer. By the time I’m done, she’s chewing on her bottom lip. It’s a quirk of hers that I’ve always found sexy as hell, so it’s like a metaphorical kick in the nuts.

“I’m staying in my old room.” She’s either blushing, or she’s still coming down from the crisp night air. “Take any of the other beds you like.”

My treacherous mind recalls the handful of times I snuck in her bedroom window, and I know exactly which bed I want to slip into. I hurry to grab my bag from where I’d dropped it in the entryway. I’m startled when she speaks again.

“Connor?”

“Yeah?” I turn, hopeful that I’ve finally gotten through her armor in some minute way. Maybe she’ll cry. Crying would be excellent.

“Thank you.” Her earnest eyes tug at my worn and frayed heartstrings. “For coming to help me.”

I drop my bags and stride toward her. Instead of flinching away, she leans forward in anticipation. Though we don’t touch, we still clash like two storm fronts, me dark and ominous, her all lightning and show. I’m close enough to kiss her, and she bats those long lashes, which used to be my undoing. The challenge in her smoldering gaze elicits a deep ache in my groin. I grip the counter top on either side of her thighs until my knuckles turn white.

“I’m not here for you,” I growl.