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Flawed (Blaze of Glory #2 By Cherry Shephard Release Blitz 2/12/16

 

Behind the brightest smile, can lay the darkest truth . . . 
KEETS:
I watched in horror the day the World Trade Centre collapsed, taking with it my fiancee and unborn child. As a firefighter on the scene, I blame myself for not rescuing them. Enlisting in the United States Army did nothing to dissuade my guilt, it only proved to me what I knew all along: The world is too cruel, too dark and twisted to live in any longer.
So I’m taking the easy way out. On the 14th anniversary of 9/11, on my 40th birthday, I will return to Ground Zero, where I will finally be reunited with my loved ones. Forever.
I have just three weeks left to live.
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It would destroy my sister if she ever found out why I really came back home. She thinks I’m just here to help out with Saddles, but the truth is I have a secret, one that tears me apart and threatens to consume me. It was just one night. One stupid, messed-up, drunken night.
The consequences will live with me forever.
When these flawed hearts collide, will they heal one another . . . or burn together in a blaze of glory?

 

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“Damien?” Liz’s voice in my ear is full of panic.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here,” I pant as I climb the stairs. “I’m coming to get you.”
“No, Damien, I-“
A loud noise shakes the earth, and people all around me start to scream as the building sways. Instinct kicks in and I shout at the civilians who seem to be frozen in fear. “Get the fuck out of here!”
“Damien,” Liz screams in my ear.
“It’s okay, baby, hold on,” I yell, grabbing a support beam as the windows in the lobby blow inwards. I stare in horror as the South Tower seems to implode and comes tumbling toward the ground, spraying a pile of debris through the shattered windows.
“Oh, my God!” Liz screams, and my thoughts echo her fear. But after the storm comes the calm, and all is still as people slowly get to their feet, covered in dust as they cry helplessly. The entire South Tower is gone, decimated in a fraction of a second, reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble.
“Are you okay?” I ask Liz, straightening myself and starting up the stairs. It’s slow work as a stampede of civilians come running down, anxious to get the fuck out of here before this tower falls. And it will, I know that now.
“Keets!” I turn as the lieutenant grabs my arm and yanks me forcefully back down the stairs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going up,” I answer, wrenching my arm away from him. “I have to get up there. Liz is-“
“I’m afraid that’s a negative,” he says, shaking his head. “Orders are to evacuate the area immediately.”
“Evacuate?” I question, not quite sure I’ve heard him correctly. “You mean, leave these people to die?”
“Keets, now is not the time for your fucking morals. If you stay here, you will die. Do you understand that? This building is going to collapse at any moment.”
“I don’t care!” I yell, starting back up the stairs. “I can’t leave her.”
“Damien,” Liz’s quiet voice comes through the phone. “You need to get out of here.”
“Not a chance,” I answer, out of breath as I climb the stairs in my heavy gear. “What floor are you on right now?”
“101,” she answers. “But Damien, I-“
“No, Liz,” I answer firmly, pressing my back against the wall as a group of people squeeze by me on the stairs. “Don’t you dare ask me to leave you.”
“Babe,” she says quietly. “I’m above the plane.”
I freeze on the balcony of the second floor, my heart thudding in my chest so hard I can hear it. Liz is above the impact zone; no matter how hard I try, there is no way I’ll be able to get to her in time… and she knows it. “Babe.” My voice catches on a strangled cry. “I can’t leave you here. You’ll die.”
“If you stay, we’ll both die.”
I lean against the wall and slump down to the ground, all fight leaving my body. “Then we die together.”

 

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Risque Romance Volume 1 by Mandi Konesni Book Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 2/12/16

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Book Title: Risque Romance Vol 1.
Author: Mandi Konesni
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2016
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Mia was perfectly happy with her boring mid-twenties life, thank you very much. So she didn’t have many friends, or a man. Maybe her job kind of sucked, and hobbies hadn’t caught up with her yet. There was still plenty of time, at least that’s what she told herself each night before tucking into her lonely bed. Then tall, dark, and sinful Erik blazed into her life, showing her all that she was missing…and more. After finally experiencing real bliss, could she truly let him go?

Tired of living a solitary existence for centuries, Dieri Bastiz sought peace from the Romani that had cursed him so long ago. The same ones that he’d hunted until he’d sated his thirst for vengeance. When Mirela appears into his path like a bird in flight, he finds the spark his life had been missing for so long. Yet all is not as it seems at this quiet faire. Can monsters truly be redeemed, or does loyalty reign?

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Not that he’d dallied in the flesh. Hadn’t in a long time. Funny tidbit about fucking gypsy curses, those were keepers. He’d thought he’d put an end to his suffering. How wrong he’d been. He had awoken in the ice cave the next morning, vomiting his guts onto the glassy floor. There were so many legends about what made one return after death. He hadn’t been the seventh son, nor was he born with flaming locks. No, he’d been the unlucky bastard two earn two very different curses in one go. Saying that killing oneself was “frowned upon” in the Dacian society would be a vast understatement. To do so while also being vehemently cursed by a tribe of good for nothing gypsies? Well, he was lucky he at least returned to the semi-living relatively unscathed. Purging aconite from his system notwithstanding.

Checking the time, he shoved his phone back into his pocket. They’d be throwing open the gates any moment now. While many tourists thought everything at the RenFaire was fun and games, few knew that there were actually quite a few “others” among them as the throngs of people paraded past decorated tents and stages. The first few centuries, he’d stalked Romani gypsies, feasting on their blood as terror made the taste so much sweeter. As the years went on, there had been fewer and fewer of them. He’d grown weary of his shitty afterlife, and even deemed Strigoi, he’d never harm an innocent. Only that hag’s bloodline suffered at the likes of him. A rarity, for his kind, but he’d be damned if he’d allow himself to be a monster.

He’d damn near wiped them out. At the time, he hoped that he did. Now, it’d been decades. He simply wanted peace. He’d sought opinions from anyone who called themselves a diviner. His well-earned revenge in the past had come at a price. The only one who could lift his curse, supposedly, was one who came from the same line as the woman he’d bedded. Wasn’t that the way it always went? Rash decisions rarely led to good things down the line.

He’d started hunting them for payback, now he hunted them for an entirely different reason. Centuries had passed. He’d met many Romani, but none from the bloodline he sought. It seemed for a while that every waking moment was spent trying to find a way to make it be the last. Many foolishly chased eternity. Immortality. If only they knew how much of a curse it truly was. He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy. Dragged out of his morose thoughts by the sound of the locks beginning to click on the heavy gates to the fairground, he tried to arrange his expression into a neutral one. The crowd surged forward, all excitedly jabbering about what they were going to do first.

He did his best to shift out of the way as people went to barrel into him. Over the centuries, contact with the human, living scourge of his existence had been a constant reminder of what he’d lost. In that moment as his booted foot crossed the threshold, a frisson of what felt like static electricity wove over his flesh. Bright blue wards, normally unseen with the human eye, flared to life over the gates he’d just passed. His lips twisted in a wry grin. Finally. Someone here at this faire had power. True, unadulterated power. Those protection wards weren’t meant to keep the likes of him out, no. They were however, meant as an early warning system. Somewhere, someone knew that a strigoi had just passed the boundary of the magic they’d woven.

Where was the bitch hiding? He’d checked the divination tents, the crystal jewelry tables. Hell, he’d even nonchalantly walked past the throughway where women in brightly colored skirts were dancing to jaunty tunes played by the small ragtag band. He knew she was here somewhere. Likely watching him prowl. He’d figured they’d be coming out of the woodwork to be the one to “slay” the beast that plagued them. That is, if she was one of the few family members left of the ones he’d done he best to wipe out. Hindsight and all.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he groaned low. Perhaps she just wasn’t here for the start of the show. He’d likely came too early. Giving up, he turned on his heel to head back towards the entrance. He’d try tomorrow when the bigger crowds were expected. As he went to dodge around the idiots with the instruments who weren’t watching where they were going, he fell victim to his own idiocy. The slight female started up at him with huge gray eyes as she fumbled with the candles she’d been carrying. She was young, couldn’t have been much past 25. To him, that made him feel ancient. Reaching out of instinct to help her up, he nearly gasped as her cape fell backward at the same moment, and his palm collided with soft, supple flesh.

It’d been so very long since he’d allowed himself such a luxury. The myth that Strigoi had no heartbeat and therefore had no bodily functions was just that, a myth. One he was reminded of again as she ducked her head, cheeks flushing slightly, making his gaze follow the downward path to the swell of her breasts trapped by the medieval style corset she wore. Her voice was soft, lilting. Almost musical as she spoke in a rapid pace that he could barely understand. Shaking his head in bemusement, he helped her to stand before he bent to pick up the basket she’d dropped, depositing her candles inside before handing it to her.

She was a beauty, that was true. His body had reacted in an uncomfortable fashion, but she wasn’t for him. Her tousled blonde curls and light eyes were the fair opposite of the raven tressed vixens with bedroom eyes that he was after. Without responding to her queries, as he hadn’t kept up with her inane flow of conversation anyways, he gave her a curt nod before he made a hasty retreat. Women were foul creatures, temptresses who made a man lose his mind. He had no use of them. Dallying in the sins of the flesh were what had gotten him to this wretched state. He simply wanted a way out. One that didn’t include companionship and the gentle touch of a stranger, however his body may wish it so.

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Texas Stand-Off by Sable Hunter Cover Reveal 2/12/16

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Texas Stand-Off by Sable Hunter
Release Date: February 19, 2016

A stand-off is defined as a heated situation between two equally matched opponents – which perfectly describes the sizzling sexual tension between former SEAL Deacon Jones and the woman his boss asks him to evaluate. Deacon is not happy with the situation, but he’s given his word to his friend, Grey Holden, and he’ll do it – even if it kills him.
She shows up at his reclusive home on the Pedernales River, deep in the heart of the Texas Hill Country, eager to prove she has what it takes to be part of the Omega Team. Having lost a female member of his unit while in Afghanistan, Deacon holds himself accountable and has no wish to be responsible for sending another woman into harms’ way. But she’s good… he can’t deny it – she may even be better than he is. Everything about her turns him on – from her hot sexy body to her super-spy skills. But Deacon doesn’t intend to get involved. He’s given up on women since his wife left him after he lost a leg to an IED.
Natasha Levin has another take on the situation. She’s never met anyone like Deacon Jones and she wants to learn everything he can teach her – from the firing range to the bedroom. Both have scars they try to hide, he was injured serving his country and she was tortured by her father’s enemies after the former Russian general defected to America. What happens when an irresistible force goes head to head with an immovable object? They’ll find out when they are called upon to work together to save a child being held hostage in a rancher’s dispute with the federal government over land rights. One thing for certain – there will be fireworks…and lots and lots of sex.

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Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job.
She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.
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Hunter Deceived by Nancy Corrigan Sale Blitz 2/12/16

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He was born to kill her…but he’ll risk all to save her.

Every day, Harley fights the urge to embrace the dark heritage that could turn her Unseelie. Evil. Bad. A nightmarish monster like the ones that wiped out her family. The only thing keeping her on this side of Seelie is a promise made to the ghostly man who saved her that terrible night.

Whenever she’s tempted, she calls up a vision of his eyes. Hears his voice calling her back from the brink of madness. Years later, when she returns to the scene of her living hell, he’s her only hope for salvation.

Calan, the leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie Court, not love one of them. He never expected the rightness he felt with her all those years ago would explode into desire.

But saving her from a fate she can’t escape could damn them both…and leave the world open for destruction.

Warning: Contains a half-fae woman who could really use a Seelie version of AA to stay clean and monster-free. And a rider of the Wild Hunt who’ll take any risk to keep her safe from her enemies. Including himself.

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“You’re alive.”
She froze. The low, gravelly voice of her ghost man caressed her as tangibly as it had all those years ago. She dropped her hands. Hovering inches away were the eyes she’d seen in her dreams every night since.
“Oh God.” She scrambled back and tripped over her bag, landing on her ass.
“Be calm. You’re safe.”
Peace settled over her as if he’d taken her anxiety away with those words. Still, she inched away from his disembodied eyes. Caution had kept her alive in the face of a lifetime of evil. It didn’t matter if she’d felt as if she’d known him for ages. She’d learned years ago, nothing was as it seemed. Those with the ability to use glamour could create illusions out of thin air.
She settled on bent legs and studied the apparition for a clue as to whether he was a figment of her imagination or not. The oval surrounding the spectral display showed tan skin, ridiculously long lashes and dark eyebrows. Her pulse kicked up. Excitement, desire, fear—she wasn’t sure what caused it. She only knew she couldn’t look away.
“You.” She swallowed hard. She still couldn’t believe her eyes. Couldn’t deny the sight either. “It’s you.”
“Yes. It is.”
A long moment passed where they held each other’s gazes. So many times, she’d fantasized about what she would say or do if she ever reconnected with him. None of the scenarios fit the pregnant silence stretching between them. She let them slip through her fingers and asked the first question that came to her mind.
“What’s your name?” It had always bothered her not having one.
“I am Calan. Yours?”
Calan. She let his name settle over her heart. “Mine is Harley.”
“Harley.” Her name spoken in his deep voice sounded sexy, something she never thought her unusual name could be.
Finally, he released a shaky breath she felt skim over her cheek. She pressed her palm to the sensitive skin to hold the warmth close.
“You never returned to me, Harley.”
Raul’s words that night had confused and scared her. She hadn’t known what to believe. Or who.
“I ran just like you told me to.”
“I also told you to come back.”
She’d tried. Raul had followed her. Attacked her. She glanced at her hands that had once been covered in blood. Raul’s blood. She lowered her gaze and prayed Calan didn’t see the elation in her eyes the memory brought. It had felt good to hurt Raul. That had scared her most of all, and it was the reason she’d stayed away.
“Yes.” She turned her head, unable to look into his eyes. “You did.”

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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.

She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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Finally Unbroken By Maria Macdonald Cover reveal 2/12/16

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Book:Finally Unbroken
Series:Finally Unbroken #1
Author:Maria Macdonald
Genre:Contemporary
Release Date:18th March
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“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.”
-Richard Bach

I’d known my soulmate, my best friend, my sister, forever. No span of distance nor time would ever change that. Even as I trudged through my colourless life. Loneliness and isolation snapping at my heels. I always had her as my North Star.

Now I know I’m going to lose her—my soulmate—and I have to learn to lean on the only man I’ve ever loved. The one who pushed me away… just to survive.
The life I once dreamed about has been washed away in a sea of regret. People from my past are appearing in my present, hoping to remain in my future. Each day I draw strength from my history.

I have to learn to live again, to have hope again and to love again.
She wants me to trust him. He wants another chance. I just want the strength to move on with my new life.

All I have to do now is take my hands off the safety bars… and have a little faith.

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Maria is a full time working Mum, she has two beautiful daughters, both of whom love books as much as she does.

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Reading and loving books, as well as blogging, has inspired her to write and publish.

Maria, her husband and children now reside in Wiltshire, England.

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