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Not Meant to be Broken by Cora Reilly Book Blitz &- Rafflecopter giveaway 12/15/14

Not Meant to be Broken Book Blitz

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Book Title: Not Meant to be Broken
Author: Cora Reilly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 2014
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Synopsis

“Some things aren’t meant to be broken, and therefore can’t be mended – ever. I was one of those things. Whatever had been shattered in the incident would never be whole again.”

Amber struggles with the memories of a cruel attack that destroyed her life years ago. Realizing that she’s close to ending it all – something she promised her family to never try again – she moves in with her brother Brian and his friend Zachary to start a new life, and maybe even college. But how can she possibly live a normal life, when even a hug from her brother sends her into a panic attack? While Brian pulls back, Zach seems determined to make her feel relaxed in his presence, and soon her longing to be near him is stronger than her fear. But how can someone like Zach, someone who can have any girl, want someone like her? Someone broken.

When Zach spots Amber for the very first time, he can’t believe she is the same girl his friend Brian described as broken. Suddenly, Zach wants to give up his womanizing ways and help Amber live again – show her that closeness can be something wonderful.

But her brother Brian isn’t the only one who’s worried about the bond that’s growing between Amber and Zach. Even Zach knows that there’s more at stake than the fury of a scorned woman. Amber isn’t like all the girls Zach discarded after a night together – if he messes up, that could break her for good. But Zach can’t stay away from Amber.

Can Zach help her heal? Or will he be the one to push her over the edge?

Meet the Author

I’m an author of erotic romance and New Adult novels. I live in one of the ugliest cities of the world with too many pets and only one husband. I’m a lover of good food, wine and books and I’m addicted to Dexter, Californication and Big Bang Theory.

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Amber’s POV

I wanted to kiss, Zach. Take control. I bit my lip. Taking control, was that even something I could do? Three years ago control was ripped from me and since then I’d never managed to reclaim it. Maybe Reagan was right. Maybe I needed to finally get it back. And what better way to do it than with Zach? He wouldn’t hurt me.

“You have a strange look on your face,” Zach said with a grin, then became serious. “Are we okay? Did Reagan say anything about me? Anything bad?”

I laughed. “No.” I gathered my courage. “I want to kiss you.”

Zach’s eyebrows shot up. “You can kiss me whenever you want. You kissed me today.”

“I mean,” I said, my voice turning into a whisper. “I want a real kiss.” Could this get any more embarrassing?

Zach straightened, surprised. “Sure.”

“Can you sit down?” The words rushed out of me.

Confusion flickered on his face but he sank down on the chair Reagan had sat in moment before without protest. I stood and slowly walked over to him. With him sitting, I had a couple of inches on him. He tilted his head up, not making any move to reach out for me. His hands rested on his thighs. He was trying to look as harmless as a man of his size and stature possibly could. Was Reagan right? Was he as nervous about this as me? Who knew what Brian had threatened him with? I stepped between his legs and put my hands down on his shoulder. Take control.

I’d kissed two boys before the incident, but this felt new. I wasn’t that girl anymore. She’d been broken, crushed, obliterated. For a long time I’d mourned her, had cried over the fact that she was lost to me forever and with her my happiness, my life, my future. Maybe what had been broken couldn’t be mended, maybe I could never be the girl from the past, but I could become someone new.

Zach’s eyes searched my face. I’d thought I could never trust a man again. Take control, I reminded myself once more. It was a mere kiss, a kiss I’d been dreaming about for days now. But what if the worst happened and I had a panic attack? Would Zach decide I wasn’t worth the trouble? “Tell me what you’re thinking,” Zach murmured. Something stirred in me at the worry in his tone. I wanted this. I wanted to feel Zach’s lips on mine.

I brought my face closer to his until our breath mingled. Zach’s blue eyes bored into me, soft and encouraging. Maybe my brother was right. Maybe Zach was a mistake, but he was a mistake I wanted to make. It would be my choice. I pressed my mouth against his, my eyes closing. Gathering my courage, I touched my tongue to his lips, hoping he’d understand it as permission and take lead. Zach lifted one arm and gently cupped my cheek, then he opened his mouth and his tongue slipped past my lips. He was hot and tasted so good, and every brush of his tongue against mine sent a small shiver of pleasure through my body. I could even feel it in my toes. My choice. His tongue became more demanding and heat pooled in my belly. I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling, but it was so good, so freeing. I never wanted this to stop, this feeling of being in control of my body, my wants. Zach’s other hand came up to touch my back. My legs felt weak as our mouths glided over each other. I raked my fingers through Zach’s hair, and if possible the sensations cursing through my body got even more intense. I pulled back to catch my breath, my eyes fluttering open and meeting Zach’s gaze. The corners of his lips turned up and I couldn’t help but smile back. “You okay?” he asked softly, lowering his hand from my cheek.

“Better than okay.” My skin was still burning but this time it wasn’t only from embarrassment. I wanted to kiss him again and again.

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Unwrap these Presents by Various authors Book Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 12/15/14

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Book Title: Unwrap these Presents
Editors: Astrid Ohletz and R.G. Emanuelle
Genre: Lesbian Romance Anthology
Release Date: December 2014
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Synopsis

Twenty-three authors of lesbian fiction contributed holiday stories that give you snow, presents, plenty of food, Holiday cheer and nicely wrapped curvy women under the tree.

All profits of this anthology will be donated to the Albert Kennedy Trust in the UK and the Ali Forney Center in New York City. Both organizations provide housing for homeless LGBT youth.

Table of Contents

Red Christmas Truck by Nikki Busch
Red and Green and Gray by Jove Belle
The Miracle of the Lights by Cindy Rizzo
A Christmas Epiphany by Wendy Temple
A New Christmas Carol by Eve Francis
Mary Christmas by L.T. Smith
Christmas Road Trip by Jae
Holiday Spirit by Fletcher DeLancey
Mama Knows by Cheri Crystal
Angels by Joan Arling
Doctor’s Call by Patricia Penn
Meet the Lesbians by Ashley Stevens
Operation Jingle Bells by Devin Sumarno
One Hot Tamale by Catherine Lane
Elfin Magic by R.G. Emanuelle
First Christmas by Jean Copeland
Season’s Meetings by Andi Marquette
Kitmas on Peacock Alley by Lee Lynch
A Champagne Christmas by Clare Lydon
First Christmas. A Sigil Fire Story by Erzabet Bishop
Home for Christmas by T.M. Croke
The Spirit of Christmas Past, Christmas Future by S.M. Harding
Slaying the Ghost (of Christmas Past) by Nikki Busch

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Loneliness Ebbs Deep by Adrian J. Smith and Rachael Orman Release Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 12/15/14

Title: Loneliness Ebbs Deep
Author: Adrian J. Smith & Rachael Orman
Genre: Monster Erotica
Publication Date: December 15, 2014
Living in a closed society hasn’t given Kaya many opportunities to explore her sexuality. With no family around and no one to take care of her, Kaya wanders through the forest to the forbidden lake. Curiosity and the unknown prompt her to touch and feel everything she has been missing. And when Helki arrives, the façade she lives in is shattered.
*Intended for Audiences 18 yrs+ — This is MONSTER EROTICA so expect the unexpected**

Adrian J. Smith
Adrian J. Smith, or “AJ” as she is often called, is a part-time writer with an epic imagination, sharp wit, and kind heart that gets her into a bit of trouble when it comes to taking in all the neighborhood stray cats. Being obsessed with science fiction, Smith often goes off on tangents about the space-time continuum. She is also a part-time lunatic with a secretive past. It’s been rumored that she was once a spy for the government, but anyone who has gotten close enough to know the truth has never lived to tell the tale. When traveling around the world on various classified tasks, Smith requires the following be provided: buffalo jerky, mimosas, and eighty-six pennies. This is all we know about the reclusive woman.

Rachael Orman

Stay at home mother of two with a passion for reading almost as much as writing. She is often found curled up with her Kindle reading while her children cuddle up on either side ‘reading’ books of their own. Married for almost ten years to the most wonderful husband and father, she couldn’t ask for more out of life. Except maybe to live somewhere not quite as hot as the desert she currently lives in.

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The Legend of Arturo King By LB Dunbar Cover reveal 12/15/14

LB Dunbar is starting a new series!!

The Legend of Arturo King

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My name is Arturo King, and I’m told I’m a legend in music. My band is called the Nights and we got our start at the underground Round Table in New York City. Raised by a foster father, I didn’t know the extent of my inheritance until I was twenty-one, and it was all more than I bargained for. I wanted to play the guitar and rule the world with song, but I learned I have a mother from old money, a dead father who was once a real estate mogul, and a record company that needed some rebuilding. Mure Linn, my friend and mentor, has been by my side through it all, teaching me to play, strengthening my lyrics, and guiding me in the music industry. There was one area he couldn’t guide me, though, and that was love. Guinevere DeGrance changed everything for me, I suppose, including the reason I’m here learning the legend of my life without remembering any of it.

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SPECIAL INTERVIEW WITH THE BAND!!!

Paisley Belle reporting for Guitar Central. Today’s interview is with Arturo King, leader of the rock band, The Nights. As images of Arturo splash social media in preparation for the band’s new release, I was able to sit down with the notorious Mr. King. We sit inside the dimly lit Round Table, an exclusive underground bar, known to make or break musical careers. The table seats only two in this cylinder domain with it’s mirrored bar opposite the semi-circular stage. Speaking from experience attending concerts here, the few tables will be removed when the night life begins. The brickwork is something you’d find in a Medieval castle, and the empty style is known for its acoustics. Sitting behind Arturo, but nearby, are the other band members: Lansing Lotte, Perkins Vale, and Tristan Lyons.

Let’s start with how you got your beginning in music…

A: It all happened by chance. It wasn’t meant to be me, but my brother, Kaye, who had the spotlight. When I performed on that stage, it was only to prompt Kaye. Get him to sing. I never meant to steal the show. (He takes a deep breath, uncomfortable with this explanation). That day I met Mure Linn, my mentor and oldest friend, literally. (Laughs). He taught me everything I know. He’s the father I never had.

And speaking of family. Tell me about yours. You come from a wealthy heritage.

A: Ingrid Tintagel is my mother; Locke Uther is my father. You can find that information on public record. I never met my father, and regardless of inheriting his real estate empire, it’s music I intend to make. Camelot Records is a small company owned by Pendragon Empire, Inc. and that’s where my focus will be. Growing Camelot.

So you have an upcoming concert? Tell us about it.

A: 2015 is going to be a legendary year for the band. We’ve developed a new album and it will feature songs written by our own guys. Lansing, Perk and Tristan each showcase their awesome talent and write their own story through song. It’s epic.

Why?

A: Because I’m the leader, per se, and it’s always my story people want. I’m the songwriter, the storyteller on guitar and lead vocals, but now they each get their turn. It’s cool to share, Paisley. (He winks at me and I fight the blush that creeps up my cheeks).

Yes, well speaking of sharing, tell me a bit about those nicknames you earned?

Arturo smiles slowly at me and I can’t report what his dark, dangerous eyes do to women. It’s best reserved for a more promiscuous magazine. He laughs softly and replies.

A: I’ve been told I’m the Chivalrous Lover. I like to satisfy. (He winks again and I dare to recall). I don’t have drama in my life after women because I take care in how I treat them. It’s a code of honor for me. As for the other guys (he looks over his shoulder and smirks), you’d have to ask them how they “earned” their names.

This reporter knows that Lansing Lotte is labelled Lady Killer, Perkins Vale is considered the Hands-free Lover, and Tristan Lyons is just a Heartbreaker. His harem of women are reputed to be nicknamed ‘flavors’ but he never tastes twice. His green eyes and model good looks have paralyzed me for a moment from across the bar and I have to shake my head to clear the pleasurable sting.

It’s been reported in the tabloids that there is only one woman for you now. (Arturo’s lips slowly curl to smile again, although this time a bit sheepishly. I might dare saw he’s blushing and his brown eyes sparkle).

A: Yes.

P: Care to expand?

A: Caring is sharing? (I’d think he’s flirting with me, but I know better. I’ve seen the photos of him with her).

A: Guinevere DeGrance has changed everything for me. She’s my future. My Once. She’s been my muse for our new album.

Ms. DeGrance is a musician in her own right as a cellist, and the daughter of Leo DeGrance, owner of Round Table.

Can you tell me which bands inspired you?

Snow Patrol first and foremost, but also One Republic, Cage the Elephant, Arctic Monkeys, Foo Fighters, Milky Chance, and GooGoo Dolls to name a few.  They’re all noble warriors in the world spreading music just like us. These bands have helped drive our success.

Is there anyone else you’d like to credit for your success?

A: Well, Mure Linn, of course, and Leo and Kaye. We have a behind the scenes manager, L.B. Dunbar, and she’s our promoter, storyteller, supporter of all things Nights.

How can fans follow you or learn more about you?

A: I’d suggest Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23675986-the-legend-of-arturo-king) and join our new group page on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/groups/737318906359166/ ) for all things related to The Nights. We love are fans. We know we wouldn’t be anywhere without them.

Any final words for those fans?

A: Just thanks for your support. We love you all and we look forward to sharing on January 27.

At this point, a beautiful young woman saunters up to our table and touches Arturo’s shoulder. He leans over to kiss her hand before grabbing it and holding onto her as we say our goodbyes. The Nights are cordial, flirtatious, and respectful. I dare say Ms. DeGrance is one lucky lady, but so would be any damsel who snags the attention of the other fine men who are collectively rocking history in their love of music.

Paisley Belle, reporter for Guitar Central, 2014.

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about the author

I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.

I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.

L.B. Dunbar

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Water Maze by E.F. Jacks Release Day & Rafflecopter giveaway 12/15/14

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Water Maze
by E.F. Jacks
The Salty Peaches Girls #1
Publication Date: December 15, 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

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After Pauline’s the victim of a cruel prank committed by her rich ex-boyfriend, she drops out of college and moves back home, where her family is trying to cope with her younger sister’s suicide. To fulfill her sister’s dream, she takes her place on a rafting trip in the wilds of British Columbia. But the brochure never mentioned being stranded with one rugged stranger.

Struggling to rebuild his life after being stationed and injured in Afghanistan, former Marine turned river guide Ellis takes work wherever he can find it. Filling in at the last minute to take a lone young woman on a quick trip downriver looks like easy money. Everything seems golden, until they discover the first abandoned raft. Protecting Pauline becomes his number one priority, and discovering whoever is stalking them becomes number two on his list.

In a race against time and the elements, the only thing they have to lean on is each other. Their struggle for survival rips away the veil of secrecy between them. Trapped in a brutal water maze rife with unexpected obstacles, they fight to love each other and get back to civilization. Alive.

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EXCERPT #1

Pauline:

Are you still cold, Pauline?” His question fills the tiny space with tension.

I remain quiet.

Are you awake?”

If I don’t say it now, I won’t ever have the courage to. “Yes. And, yes, I’m cold…Come into my sleeping bag.”

Absolutely.” His answer is as welcoming as soft, aromatic rose petals floating onto my skin.

Through the darkened space, he throws back his sleeping bag and rises. I hear him pulling on his jeans and sigh. Doesn’t he get why I called him over? His footsteps are heavy and determined as he treads across to me. The nearer he steps the warmer I become, and the more his welcomed, masculine scent enters my space. And then I’m too hot. I lift back the top part of my sleeping bag. I was too exhausted to pull my sweatpants over my panties, and I’m wearing just my panties and a t-shirt, with no bra underneath, for comfort while I sleep. But the absence of layers is perfect for tonight.

Ellis kneels to my level and angles his face near mine. “Hey.” He speaks it like he’s releasing a breath.

I reach toward him and my hand touches his jeans. My hand searches his smooth-muscled chest. He’s naked from the waist up.

Why did you put your jeans on?” I ask.

I guess I didn’t want you to get too excited as I walked over.” His teeth gleam white when he grins in the dark.

I playfully cuff his leg.

When he turns, the lantern clicks on. “Don’t. Leave it off.” I sit up and touch his wrist.

Ellis switches it off and I crawl out of my warm sleeping bag. Before I’m able to face him, with a gentle swipe, he pulls me into him. I gasp. His palm presses into my back, drawing me even closer, so near him that only a sheet of paper could slip into the space between us. I look down, and then up at his eyes, which meet mine with an intense, challenging gaze.

Is this what you want, Pauline?”

I glance away and bite my lower lip so hard my mouth is tinged with the metallic taste of blood. I nod and steel myself for what comes next. His mouth crushes my lips with a kiss.

It’s so dark. I can only feel him and feel how good he’s making me feel. His full lips on the contour of my neck. His supple fingers skimming over and sinking into every part of me that curves, thrilling me to a point where there’s no going back. This is it. The moment I’ve desired. Everything that’s going on outside the tent is temporarily suspended in my mind.

In silence Ellis steps out of his jeans. He slips his hands under my legs and brings me even closer to him. He isn’t wearing boxers, and his cock reacts against me. Thick and long.

I lift the hem of my t-shirt, and he pulls it over my head for me, jettisons it to the floor. He’s all man and knows what he wants. And right now it’s me. His big hands stretch across my breasts, which fit perfectly in them.

Beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses them.

His thumbs flick over my nipples, and they harden beneath his touch. He puts them between his fingers and pulls and pinches them. I cry out in delight as he makes me burn for him. His lips follow his hands, it’s almost as if I can feel him smile against my skin.

About the Author

E.F. Jacks

E.F. Jacks is the author of The Salty Peaches Girls, a hot and thrilling New Adult romantic suspense series. She loves the outdoors and dogs, rescued dogs in particular. Water Maze, the first book in The Salty Peaches Girls series, is her New Adult debut.

In a different life, she published an adult romantic suspense novel.

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