Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Love in a Dangerous Season by Gloria Gay

Title: Love in a Dangerous Season
Author: Gloria Gay
Genre: Regency Historical Romance
Release Date: January 21, 2015
Cover Artist: Killion Group
Summary:
For her insulting behavior toward the Earl of Ashcom, on whom her family depends for subsistence, beautiful Fantine Delmere earns for herself an unwanted London season and is forced to leave her beloved Evergreen and venture into the hard glare of the heartless haut ton she abhors. But Fantine’s arrival awakens jealousies and dangerous forces are put into motion…


Fantine struggled in Ashcom’s arms as he pressed his mouth to hers, but to no avail. Her strength pitted against his was but a sigh to a powerful gale. Then even against her will she felt her treacherous lips responding hungrily to his bruising lips that tasted of recently sipped coffee and felt a rush of passion course madly through her limbs as he parted her lips forcibly and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

A thrilling rush of sensation shot out throughout her body, making her listless.

For a while he kissed her, hard and with a desperate hunger answered in measure by Fantine. He tasted the chocolate in her mouth and inhaled the sweet light scent he had chosen for her. He felt a tremor shoot out in sparks throughout his body and a strong response in his loins.

Hating his reaction to her and his weakening resolve, he let go of her suddenly and still holding her by her shoulders looked angrily into her eyes.

"Have you ever been kissed by a moneyed title, Miss Delmere? Well now you have." And with that he turned on his heel and strode out of the breakfast room.

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I fell in love with Jane Austen’s books, in particular Pride and Prejudice and Northanger Abbey, which combines Regency and gothic.

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
My favorite part of the creative process is when my characters begin to form in the book because I have placed them in situations where they reveal themselves through their actions. That is a very fulfilling part of the writing for me because they begin to “act on their own” so to speak and many of the problems of the plot get solved simply because I have developed the character in such a way that he or she acts in character and helps me develop the plot. This goes as well for the villains. My Regency romances always have villains you love to hate.

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I love Regency romances, mysteries and romantic suspense. Curling up in bed with a book or my Kindle and trembling with expectation when reading of a wonderfully delicious hero or being thrilled by an excellent mystery is one of the best pleasures in life.

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
I think that for Regencies of the past I would love to write one with Georgette Heyer and for  Regencies of the present I would love to co-author one with Lisa Kleipas. I love her wallflower series. I also loved to read Mary Balogh and Marion Chesney.

Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you ʺlater in lifeʺ?
I got a novel as a gift for art excellence at a Catholic academy for girls where I spent grade school. The nuns did not permit any kinds of books except history, geography, math etc., and that novel made me see a world outside of the contained world I knew. I began to write a novel of my own. Of course I abandoned it after a few pages but the wish to be a writer stayed in my mind. Later, it came back to life when I read the first line of Rebecca. That was when I started to write a gothic novel, and I wrote until I was able to write “The End” on it.

Author Bio:
From an early age I was drawn to painting and writing. Both have always been linked for me throughout the different stages of my life—studies, work, marriage, children, grand-children. Curiously enough it was a novel given to me as a prize for art excellence at the Catholic nuns’ academy where I studied through sixth grade that I was introduced to literature. Up until that time I only knew books as history, math, etc. Those nuns were very strict: novels only as a prize! I was amazed that a book could open doors into imagined worlds. I probably thought, as a nine-year-old, that movies just appeared on the screen by magic.

From that day forth I would make up stories to tell my brothers and my sister. Later on I started to put the stories down on paper. Then among the many novels I read I started one day to read “Rebecca” by Daphne Du Maurier. That first line in the novel: “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…” was the spark that drew me toward serious writing, first the gothic novels popular at the time and then when I searched for more romance than mystery, to the novels of Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer.

Regency romance became my genre and I self-published four, then two more with a traditional publisher, Boroughs Publishing Group, and  two with Amazon’s Kindle Direct. And although I will probably always write Regencies, I am also branching out to romantic suspense and will soon be publishing two of those and, hopefully, re-write the first gothic novel I wrote and abandoned many years ago.


FACEBOOK  /  TWITTER  /  WEBSITE








Brought to you by: 

Samantha's Secret by Betty Bolté

Title: Samantha's Secret
Author: Betty Bolté
Series: A More Perfect Union #3
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2015
Summary:
Midwife and healer, Samantha McAlester returns from the front lines to find Charles Towne under British siege and the town's new doctor at war with its citizens.

Dr. Trent Cunningham intends to build a hospital staffed solely with educated doctors. What he doesn't need is a raven-haired charlatan spooning out herbs and false promises to his patients, while tempting him at every turn.

Then a mutual friend develops a mysterious infection.  Trenton is stumped.  Samantha suspects the cure but knows treatment will expose her long-guarded secret, risking all she holds dear... including Trenton.






Author Bio:
Betty Bolté writes both historical and contemporary stories featuring strong, loving women and brave, compassionate men. No matter whether the stories are set in the past or the present, she loves to include a touch of the paranormal. In addition to her romantic fiction, she’s the author of several nonfiction books and earned a Master’s in English in 2008. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Historical Novel Society, the Women’s Fiction Writers Association, and the Authors Guild.


FACEBOOK  /  TWITTER  /  WEBSITE  /  BLOG
AUTHORS DEN  /  PINTEREST  /  GOOGLE+  /  TSU
INSTAGRAM  /  AMAZON  /  GOODREADS
EMAIL: betty@bettybolte.com



Samantha's Secret #3
AMAZON AU  /  B&N  /  iTUNES  /  KOBO

Emily's Vow #1
AMAZON AU  /  B&N  /  ITUNES  /  KOBO

Amy's Choice #2
AMAZON AU  /  B&N  /  ITUNES  /  KOBO





Brought to you by:

Release Day Blitz: Hearts & Arrows Box Set by Staci Hart

Title: Hearts & Arrows Box Set
Author: Staci Hart
Series: Hearts & Arrows
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Releases Date: April 22, 2015
Summary:
Aphrodite knows hearts. Just don’t ask her to figure out her own.

It’s easy to look at everyone else’s love life and fix it. To see it from a distance and know how to make it work. A nudge here. A tweak there. She’s the original matchmaker -- owning love since 3000 BC. But her own relationships are a tangled knot of lies and betrayal, love and lust. And when she finds out that everything she believes about her heart is a lie, everything changes.

Making human matches is the perfect diversion from her own messy life. There's Lex and Dean, who can't be together, no matter how much they want each other. Kat and Dillon, who would do anything to protect their siblings, even deny their hearts. And then there's Jon and Josie, whose love is tainted by their past. Pouring herself into making the humans happy keeps her busy, even as her world crumbles.

But it’s time the goddess of love found a match of her own.

Book 1 - Deer in Headlights (Lex and Dean)
Book 2 - Snake in the Grass (Kat and Dillon)
Novella 2.5 - What the Heart Wants (Companion: Snake in the Grass)
Book 3 - Doe Eyes (Jon and Josie)
Book 3.5 - Fool’s Gold (Companion: Doe Eyes)


Author Bio:
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife; even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.

From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.


FACEBOOK  /  TWITTER  /  WEBSITE



AMAZON US  /  AMAZON UK  /  B&N
Brought to you by: 

Caught by Erika Ashby & AE Woodward

Title: Caught
Authors: Erika Ashby & AE Woodward
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release: April 23, 2015
Cover Photography:  Lauren Perry at Perrywinkle Photography
Summary:
There's this boy.
He kinda owns my heart.

Who am I kidding?

He owns all of me--but he's completely oblivious to it.
And I can't tell him.

Because there's this girl.
And even though he's my best friend, she is too.

Then there's me...
CAUGHT between what feels so right, yet is so wrong.


     Greg isn’t a bad looking guy. He’s not even slightly bad looking. In fact, he’s extremely good looking with his brutish looks. But that’s the thing – he’s just too beefy for my taste. He’s thick all over. Well, from what I can see, and what I’ve heard, he is. Which is good for him since most people think buff guys usually suffer from teeny weeny syndrome and they’re just trying to overcompensate in other ways.
     His head is typically filled with blonde locks, but he shaved it off this summer. Maybe it was some sort of rugby initiation or whatever weird sport he’ll be playing in college.
     “Excuse me, Greg?”
     His head swings my way as if he was just waiting for me to call his name. His smile is wide and his hazel eyes are bright. He’s genuinely a happy guy. And that’s what I like about him. That’s why I’m able to look past his player ways and enjoy his company.
     I do a quick glance up his muscly body from feet to face. His tan, smooth-looking legs are crossed at the ankle, reaching the other side of the truck as they’re stretched out. The colorful, geometric print trunks fully engulf his thighs, which is a plus. Guys shouldn’t wear more fitted clothes than I do. Then there’s his tank top. The non-existent fabric bunches loosely in the middle of his torso.
     “Yes, Quinn?” he smirks.
     “Your chesticles are showing.”
     He glances down and laughs. “Is that a problem?”
     “No.” I pop a grape in my mouth. “I just can’t stop staring.”
     He laughs even harder and I try my best to refrain from it myself. I’m not looking to choke on a grape as we drive down the highway.
     “Make em’ pop,” I demand as I lift my sunglasses to the top of my head for a better view.
     “Do what?”
     “You know.” I sit my grapes down and hold my hands in front of my own chest, moving my hands up and down. “Make them pop, dance, jiggle. Hell, make them rain for all I care. They have to be capable of doing something cool.”
     “Oh, hell yeah. I’ve had that shit down since the seventh grade.” He straightens his back and positions his arms in some weird flex in front of him. Then he begins to make them pop, drop and lock it. I giggle like a little girl as I watch. His face makes it all the better as he seems to be straining.      He looks constipated.
    Without any inclination, I toss a grape at his tits. And with perfect precision he bounces his man boob just in time to deflect it. I play catch with his chest a little while longer before finally putting my earbuds in and relaxing.


Author Bios:
Erika Ashby
Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happy and slightly crazy mother of four. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.

AE Woodward
A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband and two children. Between her real job and writing she finds little time to enjoy life's finer things. However in the free time she does manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with friends and family, and reading. A.E. is the author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad. She is currently writing her fifth book, Working Girl.


Erika Ashby
FACEBOOK  /  TWITTER  /  WEBSITE

AE Woodward
FACEBOOK  /  TWITTER  /  AMAZON  /  GOODREADS



AMAZON AU  /  B&N  /  KOBO  /  GOODREADS TBR




Brought to you by:

Cover Reveal: Darkness Brutal by Rachel A Marks

Title: Darkness Brutal
Author: Rachel A. Marks 
Series: The Dark Cycle #1
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Release Date: July 1st 2015
Cover Design: Cliff Nielsen
Summary:
Aidan O’Linn’s childhood ended the night he saw a demon kill his mother and mark his sister, Ava, with Darkness. Since then, every three years the demons have returned to try to claim her. Living in the gritty, forgotten corners of Los Angeles, Aidan has managed to protect his sister, but he knows that even his powers to fight demons and speak dead languages won’t keep her safe for much longer.

In desperation, Aidan seeks out the help of Sid, the enigmatic leader of a rag-tag group of teens who run LA Paranormal, an Internet reality show that fights demons and ghosts. With them, Aidan believes he’s finally found a haven for Ava. But then he meets Kara, a broken girl who can spin a hypnotic web of passionate energy, and she awakens powers inside of him he didn’t know he had―and unleashes a new era of war between the forces of Light and the forces of Darkness.

With the fate of humanity in his hands, can Aidan keep the Darkness held back and accept his terrifying destiny, or will he and his sister fall to the same fate as their mother?


     I let the pulse of the music coat me and mute my surroundings. A mass of people crowd the dance floor of the club, and I sit on an abandoned couch in the corner. The lights beat at the air in blues and greens, and bodies twist and merge to the thunder. I lean back, close my eyes, and try to get lost in it, the smells and sounds of people and their collective high.
     Something moves next to me. I look over to find a girl sprawled on the seat beside me, trying to catch her breath. She’s not dressed in the usual club gear, more like a girl who got lost on her way to a beach party: Hurley T-shirt, jean skirt, and red Converse. Her cheeks are flushed pink; her throat and forehead glitter with sweat. She glances at me like she didn’t know I was there. She licks her upper lip, her eyes not leaving mine. Then she says something I can’t hear.
     I point to my ear and shake my head.
     She smiles and laughs, lighting up the space around her. She rests her hand on my arm, like we’re friends and I just told her the most hilarious joke, and then she gets up and disappears into the mass of bodies again.
     My arm tingles, my body reacting to the moment of contact in a sudden and disconcerting way. I think I’ve had my fill of watching people indulge their baser instincts. I need to get out of here.
     The beat of the music speeds up, vibrating faster as I move through the crowd. I try not to touch anyone, which is nearly impossible. All the emotions and appetites are overwhelming, as if the rising rhythm of the music makes their yearnings rise, too. Lust buzzes in the air. A hunger stirs in me, a gaping hole, needing to be filled. With touch.
     The touch of female fingers. A hand on my arm, taking my wrist, pulling me into the fray, into the pressing bodies. And I don’t try to escape. I let her take me.
     Because I’m tired.
     Because I’m a dumbass.
     A girl moves in front of me—not the Hurley girl, not the one I was hoping for. She presses closer, so close I can almost taste the salty perspiration on her skin. She has thin, birdlike shoulders, a swan neck, a heart-shaped face, and black hair, long and tangled, turning blue and green with the light. Her hands slide up my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck and tilts her head to look up at me.
     Her lips are full and painted dark purple. There’s a dimple in her left cheek that gets deeper with her growing smile. And her eyes . . .
    Fog fills my head for a second, interrupting my thoughts.
    “Hi,” she mouths, calling attention to her lips again.
     And then she’s rising up on her toes, pulling me down to her, twisting her fingers in my hair, her lips smashing against mine.
     My body buzzes from her touch, and my hands react, drawing her into me. I drink her in. She tastes like the air around me, hunger and urgency, and—
     Green apple Jolly Ranchers?
     I grip her sides, her ribs so delicate beneath my fingers. The sweet tang of her teases me, the hunger becoming a monster deep inside. I have to press her closer, tighter, try to feed it, as I feel the fire of her need link with mine.
     She pulls back a little and looks at me with wide eyes, like she’s shocked. That’s when I see the mark, a glowing, blue-inked line of what looks like Chinese symbols, trailing down the nape of her neck to her shoulder blade. Symbols that I’m suddenly sure mean: touch this girl at your own risk.
     It’s the only thing I see for a second: Beware. Beware.
     Until her energy reaches for me, wispy tendrils of blue light wrapping their way around my wrists and snaking up my chest.
     I jerk away, into the guy behind me, stepping on his girlfriend’s toes. I get shoved— thankfully farther from the hypnotic girl—through a space in the crowd, saying a hundred excuse-me’s even though I know no one can hear them. I find my way out of the press of bodies to the edge of the room again where it’s safe.
     It’s time to leave. I should’ve left an hour ago.

Author Bio:
Rachel A. Marks is a cancer survivor, a writer and artist, a surfer and dirt-bike rider, chocolate lover and keeper of faerie secrets. Her four kids and amazing hubby put up with her nerdiness with tremendous grace, even when she makes them watch Buffy or Smallville re-runs for days on end. She was voted: Most Likely To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse, but hopes she'll never have to test the theory. Darkness Brutal is her first novel.


FACEBOOK  /  TWITTER  /  WEBSITE



Brought to you by: