Friday, January 31, 2020

Cover Reveal for Ever After by Cara Wade

Title: Ever After
Author: Cara Wade
Genre: Dark Suspenseful Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2020
A murder, a kidnapping, and a very big secret.
All of it tied to me—Finley Grier.
Taken against my will and forced into a world unlike any I’ve ever experienced before, I begin to question everything I thought I knew about myself.
I’m torn between fear and desire, right and wrong, pain and pleasure. My body betraying what my mind knows is wrong.
And now, the one person I know can save me, is also the last person I ever wanted to see again—Detective Grayson Bowers.
Welcome to Ever After…
AUTHOR NOTE: This book contains scenes about sex trafficking and forced intercourse. This book is for mature audiences.
Cara Wade is a daydreamer and a lifelong teenybopper. Boy bands forever! She would love to spend the day in the kitchen baking up sweet treats but hates doing the dishes after. When she is not writing (or suffering writer's block) you can find her reading, hiking, or relaxing by the water. She lives in northern Massachusetts with her loving husband.
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Thursday, January 30, 2020

Cover Reveal for Rocco by Giulia Lagomarsino

Title: Rocco
Series: Reed Security Series
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Contemporary Security Romance
Release Date: March 16, 2020
Rocco has his world all wrapped up in a neat package. He has a job that he loves and his daughter, the best thing that's ever happened to him. And he has his rules. These rules keep the order and balance in his life and the women where they should be. But he never counted on Brooke, and she's about to turn his world upside down. 

Brooke never had the typical love life. She tried to have it all, but there was always something that held her back from committing. Until Gary. Gary was...not really important. But being with him led her to Rocco in the most unusual way, and now she's about to find out all about his rulebook.


Rules for Sexual Encounters: “You were serious? You actually have a rulebook?” “I don’t joke around about stuff like this. I think it’s best for both of us to go in with guidelines laid out about what we want out of this. This is for the occasional f*ck. If we decide to take it beyond that, I have a revised version of this.” I looked down at the paper and read through the rules that he laid out. 1. Condoms will be used during all sexual encounters, regardless of the fact that the woman may be on birth control. No exceptions. 2. The woman does not have bed rights after sexual encounters and will leave within ten minutes of sexual encounter ending. “You kick your women out of bed ten minutes after you finish f*cking them?” “What’s wrong with that? We both got what we wanted. There’s no point in dragging it out. That just confuses the situation. Besides, I work early in the morning. I need my sleep.” “Right, and a half hour would make all the difference in the world,” I said sarcastically. “Are you telling me that you’ve never screwed someone and then wondered why the hell they were hanging around?” “Well, no. I mean, of course there are times that you just want the other person to leave. It’s just that it’s hard to kick someone out.” “That’s why they agree to this. If I want her to stick around, I’ll ask her to. But by doing this, I’ve eliminated the awkwardness of the goodbye.” “No, you’ve eliminated having to ask her to leave. If anything, the goodbye is going to be even more f*cking awkward because you’re putting such tight time constraints on her leaving.” He shrugged. “It gets the job done.” This guy had some serious issues that I didn’t even want to get into. I looked back at the paper and continued reading. 3. The woman does not have washing rights after sexual encounters.  “What the hell are washing rights? Like, I’m not allowed to clean up afterward?” “You are, just not with me. I will not be washing you in any way. I won’t bring you a washcloth or wipe you down like they do in those stupid romance novels.” “And you read many of those?” “No, but some of the women do. Believe me, I’ve been informed what men in those novels do, and they aren’t men. Bunch of pu$$ies.” “Okay, so, no washing rights. Got it.” 4. If asked to stay longer, the woman does not automatically gain bed rights, washing rights, coffee rights, or house rights. “Okay, this may seem like a stupid question, but what are coffee rights and house rights?” “Well, that part needs some adjustment since we’re living together. Basically, it means that if I do ask you to stay the night, you don’t automatically get to help yourself to coffee in the morning. Nor do you get to wander around my house and look at all my stuff.” “Wow,” I said, not wanting to touch that with a ten foot pole. “Hey, I just like there to be boundaries.”
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I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
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Pre-Release Blitz for Malice by Pintip Dunn

Today we have an excerpt for Pintip Dunn’s upcoming Malice! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

Title: Malice

Author: Pintip Dunn

Genre: YA Thriller with Fantasy elements

Release Day: February 4th

About Malice:

What I know: a boy at my school will one day wipe out two-thirds of the population with a virus.   What I don’t know: who he is.   In a race against the clock, I not only have to figure out his identity, but I'll have to outwit a voice from the future telling me to kill him. Because I'm starting to realize no one is telling the truth. But how can I play chess with someone who already knows the outcome of my every move? Someone so filled with malice she’s lost all hope in humanity? Well, I'll just have to find a way―because now she’s drawn a target on the only boy I've ever loved...
 

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A streak of electricity zaps through my head. My eyes pop open. What was that? I swear I felt my brain short-circuiting. Cautiously, I glance around. A couple of my classmates are biting into fat, foil-wrapped burritos, and a girl with a feather tattoo is stretched on the lawn, using her girlfriend’s stomach as a pillow. A group of guys throw a basketball around on the court, Not a single person looks at me. Clearly, no puff of smoke billows around my head. Okay, then. I was probably just imagining it. Lack of sleep and too much fatigue from carving all those veggies. That combo’s enough to make anybody hallucinate. Giving my head a firm shake, I start walking— Zapppp. My breath hitches. The synapses inside my brain sizzle, as though they’re being held over an open fire. I grab my temples between my hands, but it doesn’t help. The pain intensifies, as though my brain is slowly being brought to a boil. My vision blurs, and I lurch behind a tree, dropping to my knees. A muffled voice rumbles. I don’t pay attention. I have more pressing concerns, like keeping the brain inside my skull. The voice rumbles louder. FLAMING MONKEYS. Can’t you see a girl is dying here? Go. Away. “Maybe I would if you would listen a moment,” the Voice snaps, much more clearly this time. What? Disoriented, I look up. But there’s no one around other than a butterfly flitting by my head. “I’m in here,” the Voice says, as though I’m a wayward two-year-old. “In your head.” The pain dials back a notch, but my stomach is still swirling with nausea. A voice…in my head? No way. I’m hallucinating. I’ve got to be. The chicken tasted worse than normal—maybe I have food poisoning. Any second now, I’m going to vomit or pass out. Probably both. “Focus,” the Voice barks. She sounds feminine, but I can’t tell if she’s young or old. “Do you want this pain to stop?” The flames roar back, burning even hotter. This is the worst food poisoning ever. I’m never cooking again. “Yes!” I moan. “I’ll do anything. Just make it stop.” The pain shuts off like a door being slammed, and I collapse against the tree trunk, panting. “Good. I’ll go away, once and for all. You won’t have to deal with this pain anymore. You just have to do one thing for me.” She pauses, as though gathering her thoughts. “Tell Bandit that you love him.” “Huh?” The electricity must’ve fried my hearing. “Who?” “Bandit,” the Voice bites out. “You know. The Thai boy playing basketball across the field?” Pushing myself off the tree, I peer around the trunk. Across the courtyard, a guy with electric-blue hair raises his hands to shoot the ball, and his shirt rides up, revealing nicely defined muscles. “You’ve g-got to be kidding,” I sputter. “I don’t even know him! I’m not going to profess my love to some random guy.” The Voice sighs. “Yes, actually. You are.”

What Kirkus Review is saying about Malice:

"Well-drawn characters and playful twists keep this thriller fully charged."




About Pintip Dunn: Pintip Dunn is a New York Times bestselling author of young adult fiction. She graduated from Harvard University, magna cum laude, with an A.B., and received her J.D. at Yale Law School. Pintip’s novel FORGET TOMORROW won the 2016 RWA RITA® for Best First Book, and SEIZE TODAY won the 2018 RITA for Best Young Adult Romance. In addition, her books have been translated into four languages, and they have been nominated for the following awards: the Grand Prix de l’Imaginaire; the Japanese Sakura Medal; the MASL Truman Award; the Tome Society It list; the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award; and a Kirkus Reviews Best Indie Book of the Year. Her other novels include REMEMBER YESTERDAY, THE DARKEST LIE, GIRL ON THE VERGE, STAR-CROSSED, and MALICE.






 

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