Thursday, April 28, 2016

Cover Reveal : Turn It Up by Kim Karr

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Turn it Up is Book Two in The Detroit Duet & releases on
May 16th, 2016

Follow Jasper Storm and Charlotte Lane 

as their epic love story continues 

to heat up the pages in this 

childhood friends to lovers romance that began in 

Set the Pace.


Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door.
Eyes the color of the summer sky.
Mounds of curly blond hair.
A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet.
She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation.
But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never wanted to see her again.
Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life and now she’s under my skin. In the midst of all the chaos surrounding us, she’s what’s changing me. Practically bringing me to my knees. Driving me to want to be a better man.
But nothing is ever easy.
And as our worlds begin to crumble…so do we.
Our bond withstood the test of time, but when the future brings the unexpected, it will either draw us closer or tear us apart.
Can we weather the storm?

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A prickle of dread rolls through me.
Todd heaves a sigh and gives them a nod. Then he turns to me looking grim. “Until the lockdown is lifted, I won’t be able to talk to you, but I’ll be in touch as soon as I can.”
I want to ask him about Charlotte, but swallow the words down.
You’re going this alone—remember asshole.
With that, I twist my wrists and get back to focusing on them. Come on...bring on the physical pain because the emotional one is too much to bear.


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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.


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Cover Reveal : Struck from the Record by K.A. Linde


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We are very excited to bring you the cover reveal for 


a brand new standalone from K.A Linde.

Releasing on June 7th.


Clay Maxwell is a smart, quick witted, sex-driven, manwhore with the good looks to match. Plenty of women have shared his bed, but only one has ever been constant, Andrea.

Their rules were simple. When they’re together, it’s just the two of them. When they’re apart, anything is fair game. And it worked. For ten years.

But one of them has changed the game…

Clay must decide if his player ways are worth losing the one girl who has always been there.

“Yet another awesome read from K.A. Linde! Clay is HOT and BAD in the best way possible, you won’t be able to put it down! I literally was begging for more!” -A.L. Jackson, NYT Bestselling Author

Cover designer: Sarah Hansen @ Okay Creations
Photography: Lauren Perry @ Perrywinkle Photoraphy
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K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of the Avoiding series and the All That Glitters series as well as seven additional novels. She grew up as a military brat traveling the United States and even landing for a brief stint in Australia. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia and is the current head coach of the Duke University dance team. An avid traveler, reader, and bargain hunter, K.A. currently live in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, with her husband and two super adorable puppies. 


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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Release Day Blitz, Excerpt : Possess BY Kaye Blue

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No weakness.
Maxim has stayed alive—and on top—for twenty years through a ruthless combination of brains and brutality. He’s grown the Syndicate into one of the world’s most powerful criminal enterprises.
He cares for no one.
Except her.
The woman he never should have saved…the one who holds the remnants of his long-dead heart.
No limits.
Senna doesn’t know why Maxim spared her all those years ago, or why he’s kept her by his side. But she does know that nothing—not his beautiful cruelty, not the black void where his heart should be—can stop her from loving him. Wanting him.
Even though she shouldn’t.
No turning back.
Years of obsession sharpen to a knife’s edge when Senna begins to crave her freedom. And when an old rival discovers her existence, Maxim must fight to keep her alive, even as he battles his need to possess her completely…no matter the cost.




“Your visitor? Was that business?” I said, voice low, tight with anger I tried not to show him, hurt I’d sworn I would never show him. That anger, that jealously was mine to carry, and my pride stung at the idea of Maxim knowing about it. But despite my best efforts, my emotion was apparent.
To the undiscerning eye, it would have looked like Maxim had no reaction to my question. But my eye was discerning, and I had spent a great deal of my life studying him. So I saw the change, the slight flare of his nostrils, the way he momentarily thinned his lips, the way his jaw ticked. Only once, but once was enough. He was irritated. At my question or the emotion with which I’d asked it, I wasn’t sure.
“Asking questions about my business, Senna?” he said after he’d regained his composure.
I, however, had not regained mine.
“Is that what you call it?” I said, feeling reckless now as my gaze locked with his.
“Something on your mind, Senna?” he asked, his voice dripping with menace and warning.
I didn’t care.
“I know what you do with them,” I said.
“You know what I do with them?” he said, mimicking my words, giving me an opportunity to walk them back, an opportunity to let this go.
No chance that was happening now. I nodded, anger that had exploded full force making it impossible for me to stay quiet.
“Yeah. I do,” I said.
To my own ears my voice sounded malignant with anger, anger that was unjustified, indefensible, and more intense than almost any had ever felt.
“Tell me, Senna. What do I do with them?” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly for less than a split second, but his face almost instantly returning to its falsely placid default expression.
I narrowed my eyes at him, saw the slightest change in his expression. I had his complete attention now, and I could see he was curious as to how this would play out.
That was Maxim, always curious, always wondering, but rarely—never—giving anything away. That enraged me further. Why was I at the mercy of emotions I shouldn’t even feel while he got to stay distant, detached?
On any other day I would have tried to excuse my behavior, tried to smooth my momentarily lapse over and go back to pretending.
Today wasn’t any other day.
I couldn’t say why, and I had no clue what the consequences might be, but I was feeling brave, stupid with my anger. So I didn’t walk the words back, didn’t try to smooth them over.
I answered.
“She was one of your whores. You fuck them,” I said, proud when my voice barely cracked over the word “fuck.”
Maxim glared at me, his icy stare enough to make anyone cower. I was in no mood to cower, and for once, I didn’t care about his displeasure. He waited, no doubt expecting me to apologize for my language.
He’d be waiting for a very long time.
“I fuck them?” he finally said, his voice deep with his displeasure, his eyes dark with the same.
I nodded, not in any mood to speak.
“How do you know?” he asked, his eyes darkening further, his expression dropping into a foreboding frown.
I swallowed, frowned, and then, finally, spoke. “I saw you once.”
He leaned forward, the curiosity overtaking his anger. “What you see?” he asked.
I tilted my head toward his desk. “She was there, in front of you. On her knees.”
The words came out jerky with anger I wanted him to see, desire I didn’t.
“And you stayed? Watched?” he said.
I nodded, watching his expression for some sign of a change. I saw it too, a slight deepening of his eyes unlike any I’d seen before.
“What did you think when you saw that, Senna?” he asked, his voice grating out of his throat roughly.
I locked eyes with his, watched the darkness there get deeper, and decided in that moment to tell him the truth, consequences be damned.
“I wished I was her.”


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To Be Read : You Don't Own Me by Georgia Le Carre

Released 19th of March, 2016

(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)



The moment I looked into his cold, predatory eyes I knew he was a dangerous man.  There was nothing good about him, but I walked into the Russian don's world the way a lamb strays into the path of the wolf, completely defenseless.

He took hold of my body in the most possessive and and shocking way. He made me completely lose control.  I ran away and thought I'd NEVER be back. Then something unthinkable happened and he was the only one who could help. He gave me a choice - which was no choice at all.
I hate him for his coldness . I hate myself for what I'm feeling. 

Too bad, my body can't resist him...


She made me hard the moment our eyes locked. I had to have her, but I didn't realize that taking her would be like popping a powerful drug. One I crave over and over.
The heat between us is blazing. Like nothing I've experienced before, but I won't keep her. I can't. My world contains no happy endings - nothing but bad memories
She chose to accept my conditions. She chose to accept my price.

A toy for my pleasure...

Dahlia 'You Don't Own Me.'  
Zane 'In my world I own everything.'


As soon as we are alone I lose my shit. This, as far as I am concerned, is the last straw. I’m out of here. I’ve had enough. I didn’t sign up for this bullshit. The deal was he doesn’t do anything I don’t like, or the deal is off. He just did something I detest. I absolutely will not allow him or any other man to talk to me like that. No matter how hungry my body is for him, I simply won’t allow such abuse. Maybe I’m not built to be someone’s sex toy. I’m too independent and free-spirited to be anybody else’s side kick. He can go find himself another pliable sex toy to bully.

‘You’re an arrogant bastard, Zane. How dare you speak to me like that in front of other people?’ I fume, striding towards the door.

He stands in my way magnificent and menacing. ‘I’ll speak to you how I like. I own you.’

I gasp. ‘Well, I’ve got news for you. You don’t own me.’

‘Yes, I fucking do,’ he snarls. His arm shoots out and he yanks me to him.

My new shoes lift off the ground and my body slams into his, knocking all the wind from my lungs. Stunned, I stare up into his furious face. There is a muscle ticking at the side of his jaw. His eyes are impenetrable as his head swoops down, and his lips crush mine in a hungry kiss.

His mouth is hot and wild.

Intoxicated, I open my mouth and emit a low moan. H is tongue forces its way in instantly. The kiss is my salvation and my torment. It is more than anything I could have imagined. It is magic; like that time I sat on a hill right in the middle of a summer storm and saw the lightning crash through the sky and felt it in my veins.

He draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. I feel as I am floating on air. No matter what happens after this, I know I will carry the memory of this first kiss for the rest of my life. I will die with it still on my lips.

Like an addict my arms reach up and tangle helplessly around his strong neck.




Yes, I fucking do!

Expected publication: May 6th 2016

I'm everything a mother prays her daughter will never come across. 
Manwhore, Mafia boss and ruthless killer. 
I've never met a woman who could hold my attention longer than it took to satisfy my c**k. 
Until Dahlia Fury. 
She alone is different. She walked into my world, the way a lamb strays into the path of a wolf, completely defenseless. 
She made me hard the moment our eyes locked. I had to have her. But I never imagined taking her would be like popping a powerful drug. One I'd crave over and over. 
The heat between us is blazing, like nothing I've experienced before, and every time I see her I want to devour her inch by inch. 
I defined the terms of our arrangement (one month), but each time I brand her, like an damned addict I need another fix ... 


Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees. 
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.