Sunday, September 22, 2013

Awesome Review tour and incredible giveaways

Give Me Reason Review Tour starts this week!!!

9/24 Cover Reveal Inside Bj's Head
9/24 Review & Reveal My Kindle Fever
9/24 Cover Reveal Rose & Beps Blog
9/25  Review  Books, Books, and More Books 
9/25 Review & Reveal Booker Like A Hooker
9/25  Review Happy Tails and Tales
9/25 Cover Reveal Andi's Book Reviews
9/26 Cover Reveal Krystal's Enchanting Reads
9/26 Cover Reveal The book Junkie
9/27 Review & Reveal Room With Books
9/27 Review Window on the World
9/30 Review & Reveal Brooke Blogs
9/30 Review Pure Jonel
9/30 Review & Reveal Faerie Tale Books
10/1 Review  Musings From An Addicted Reader
10/1 Cover Reveal T B R
10/2 Review & Reveal Michelle's Paranormal Vault of Books
10/2 Review & Reveal Just Me,Myself, and I
10/3 Review My Cozie Corner
10/3 Review Andrea Heltsley Books
10/3 Review & Reveal Indie Author How-to
10/4 Review & Reveal Rude Mom
Amazon Review  Grandbub
Amazon Review  melanie a ramey
Amazon Review  gatoqueak 

Vivienne Callahan has known only hardship. As if growing up with an alcoholic, drug addicted mother wasn’t traumatic enough, she’s escaped from her physically and verbally abusive boyfriend only to struggle every day to make ends meet as a waitress in a Minneapolis diner. Along comes Mikah Blake, a handsome stranger who quickly takes an unexpected and persistent interest in her. On the surface, “Mr. Suit” seems to be Vivienne’s opposite: rich, well-fed, successful. As Vivienne will learn, Mikah is more than he seems, and for reasons unknown, he’s determined to be her knight in shining armor. But after having finally found her own two feet after years of abuse, it’s difficult for her to accept Mikah’s help. Will her body’s unexpected response to Mikah’s touch be reason enough to overcome her pride and traumatic past and learn to love and trust? Or will her past, refusing to be left behind, come back to claim her?
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He’s looking down at me, making me feel small at five feet two inches. He has to be at least six feet tall. Broad shoulders. His suit today is gunmetal grey with blue or black pin striping—I can’t tell which. His shirt is a beautiful lavender color with a darker purple tie. "How do you know I'm not an addict?" I ask, softly. He smiles at me, warm, genuine. "Because, you've come to return the money I left you last night as a tip." My jaw falls open. "How"—I swallow hard—"did you know?" His smile fades a little. "Because, why else would you come down here?" I close my mouth and look down at the floor. His ability to read me is really scary. "Since you haven't eaten since last night, I'm going to take you to lunch." I feel my face flush bright red, both in anger and complete irritation. "That is not why I'm here. I've survived for my entire life fending for myself, I don't need some rich hot shot business mogul buying me food." I reach into the pocket of my bag and pull the folded up paper from it. I thrust it towards him. He refuses to take it. Tears of frustration trickle down my cheeks. "Damn it Mikah, take it." I push it at him again and again he refuses. "I'm not a damn charity case. I don't need your money or your food." The bell chimes. We’ve finally reached the skyway. As soon as the doors open, I drop the folded up paper with his money in it and bolt from the elevator, turning left, hoping and praying I can get away. "Vivienne, stop." I hear him say behind me. I keep going, walking quickly but not running. Yet. I'm trying hard to not make a scene. But he doesn’t seem to care about that. He catches me quickly, spins me around. I grab hold of his arm to catch my balance so I don't go sprawling onto the floor.

It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.


Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it. 

The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.


CAMERON ENDERS seems to have it all: a brand new condo in a city she loves, a top executive position at an international entertainment firm, an insane amount of money, and a gorgeous boyfriend. But when Cami catches the boyfriend in the act with another woman, it triggers all the anguish from years of neglect by her parents, and she realizes she never learned how to love or be loved. Cami flees to the remote tropical island of Tarah, but she can't avoid facing her problems any longer when she meets the man of her fantasies...

TRISTAN MICHAELS, one of Hollywood's hottest new stars, has come to Tarah to ride out a storm. His girlfriend of five years has been caught on camera cheating, and she's determined to make Tristan stop the story from breaking. But Tristan's done cleaning up her messes. He needs to escape all things Hollywood for a while--and especially the firm that represents him--until the whole thing blows over. What he doesn't count on is meeting an irresistibly beautiful woman, a woman who just so happens to be the CEO of the firm he's trying to avoid.

Can Tristan and Cami help each other learn to trust and love again, or will their histories of betrayal tear them apart?

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Friday, September 20, 2013

Release Day Blitz: Through Glass by Rebecca Ethington

Don't Eat The Food

Title: Through Glass

Author: Rebecca Ethington

Genre: NA Dystopian

Everyone remembered the day the sky went black. The day the sun was wiped from the sky. They remember the wind as it brought in the darkness; the way the earth shook and everything changed.

Everyone remembered the screams as the darkness ate those who were out in the open, those who had surrounded themselves by light, and those who made noise. Everyone remembered the voice from the sky and the way food disappeared.

 At least, that’s what I hoped. I hoped that there was an ‘everyone’ that would remember because I am not sure how many are left, how many survived. Or if anyone did.

 I hoped that I wasn’t alone.

 I remembered that day.

 I remembered because it was the day I became alone.

 It was the day that everything was perfect until the monsters took it away. Then the house went silent and the birds stopped singing. It was the day when everyone disappeared, everyone except the boy, the only person I have seen in two years.

The boy I talk to through the glass.

I looked up as the screech of the Ulama ended, as the monster fell to the ground of my room, the dark blood of the two dead creatures spilling over my once white carpet.
 I stared at the monsters as I panted and my heart beat a frantic pulse against my skin. I stared as my pulse slowed until I could pull my eyes away from the thing that tainted my room to look into the eyes I had dreamed about every night for as long as I could remember.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t make my tongue work. I just looked at him, knowing that tears were sliding down my cheeks; knowing and not caring. 
I wasn’t sure why I was crying, I wasn’t sure if it was because of the panic that still surged through my body or the joy that I felt at seeing him there. 
“Alexis,” he said, his voice as deep and rumbling as I remembered it. It shot through me and for the first time in years I felt alive. 
It was him. 
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t trust my mouth enough to form coherent words. I just moved. I moved as he moved, our hands meeting for the first time in two years as we hovered over the body of the monsters that had attempted to kill me. 
I grasped his skin, my heart beating so fast I was sure I couldn’t take it. A shaking breath moved out of me, his own breath moving across my skin. He moved closer as his frantic breaths rolled over me—the heat of his breath, of his touch—igniting a fire across the surface of my skin. His fingers trailed their way up my arms, over my face, across my neck… 
I had forgotten how good this felt. I had forgotten what touch was like; what it did to my body. 
Everything felt like it was on fire. I smiled through the tears as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me toward him. I let him, letting my own arms wrap around him in my desperate attempt to get closer to him, to feel more of him. 
I felt his lips graze against my skin, the touch dry and foreign, but incredibly welcomed. I turned into it, my fingers digging into his tattered shirt and into his shaggy unkempt hair as the scruff on his chin moved against my face. I gasped at the prickly sensation that cut into me, the gasp deepening into a groan as his lips made contact with mine. The feeling of ecstasy I was now feeling grew into something I couldn’t ignore. I clung to him, I pressed into him. I felt every part of him as he did the same to me. No words had passed between us since he had said my name, but we didn’t need them. I could feel his happiness in the way he clung to me, sensed his relief in the way he breathed and his joy in the taste of his lips. I felt it all and I knew he felt it all from me. He pulled away from me slowly; his hands unwilling to leave my body as he moved back to look at me. His cheeks were stained with tears as he moved my hair out of my face and stared into my eyes. 
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said again, the same words from all those years ago sounding even more beautiful. 
“Two years, one month, thirteen days and a few hours?” He smiled as I spoke, his fingers running over the skin of my face like he would never let me go. 
“And a few minutes,” he gasped, the sounds of ecstasy heavy in his deep voice. He smiled and I couldn’t help it, I laughed. I laughed loud and deep and let the sound carry around us. 
Cohen smiled as his laugh filtered through mine like a silver ribbon. The happy sounds surrounded us and, for that moment, I was happy. I was free. 
I couldn’t feel the pulse of fear that still beat through me. I didn’t see the monsters that lay lifeless in my room. It was Cohen and me, and everything was perfect. 
Until the sound that would ring in our death rent through the air. 
The screech of the Ulama broke through the sound of our laughter and destroyed the perfect peace we had created. The sound left as quickly as it had come, the warning received. We didn’t have much time. 
They were coming.   

About Rebecca Ethington


Rebecca Ethington has been telling stories since she was small. First, with writing crude scripts, and then in stage with years of theatrical performances. The Imdalind Series is her first stint into the world of literary writing. Rebecca is a mother to two, and wife to her best friend of 14 years. She was born and raised in the mountains of Salt Lake City, and hasn't found the desire to leave yet. Her days are spent writing, running, and enjoying life with her amazing family.

Friday, September 13, 2013

New Cover Reveals: Selling Scarlett and Taming Cross by Ella James

Today author Ella James is revealing the new covers for Selling Scarlett and Taming Cross!

Selling Scarlett by Ella James ebooksm

Title: Selling Scarlett (Love Inc. #1)

Author: Ella James

Genre: NA Romantic Suspense


Elizabeth DeVille doesn't belong at a party like this--one where the gowns cost more than her Camry and cigars run higher than her grad school utility bills. Dragged out of seclusion by her best friend Suri, Elizabeth is merely playing dress-up, rubbing elbows with a crowd that banished her troubled family years ago.

 Hunter West is tired. Tired of parties, tired of pretending, and tired of trying to right a wrong that haunts him every day. Bourbon heir and professional poker player by day, by night Hunter is gambling with his life in a high-stakes game of crime and blackmail.

When Elizabeth stumbles into Hunter's den of vices, she's a light in the darkness, a flame in the void. And, just like everything he touches, Hunter mars her in a record time. To rectify the damage done, Elizabeth needs money she doesn't have, and she's come up with a foolproof way to get it.

Follow Elizabeth--code-named Scarlett--to the lush Nevada brothel where she'll auction her virginity and risk the only thing that's not for sale: her heart. The highest bidder is a familiar face, with wicked hands and the devil's mouth. And a secret so dark that it could cost her life.

 **Mature Content Warning** Not recommended for readers under the age of 17 due to mature language, sexual content, and violence.

Selling Scarlett is a full-length novel of 107,000 words. It has a complete happily-ever-after ending with no cliffhanger. It's the first book in the Love Inc. series, featuring a different couple in each novel.

Taming Cross by Ella James ebooksm

Title: Taming Cross (Love Inc. #2)

Author: Ella James

Genre: NA Romantic Suspense


For twenty-three years, Cross Carlson was a playboy. You know the type. Tall, dark, and wealthy. Blue-eyed. Charming. He seemed to have it all so easy. But Cross was harboring a terrible secret - one that helped ruin the life of an innocent girl and almost ended his own.

Finally out of the hospital, Cross is flailing, scarred in both body and mind and stifled by the weight of the secret he still keeps. The only way to absolution lies in a Mexican convent, and going there could cost him everything.

 If there's anyone who knows what it's like to screw up big time, it's Meredith Kinsey. Just a few years ago, Merri was an ordinary girl with a job at her college newspaper and white picket fence kind of dreams. Now she's holed up in a Mexican convent, hiding from a drug lord who thinks he owns her. 

What happens when the only way out of hell is with the son of the man who put you there? They say love conquers all, but does it really?

 NOTE: Cross and Merri's story is a Love Inc. Book. It features some characters from Selling Scarlett, but it follows a completely different story line can be read as a stand-alone.

 *Taming Cross is a new adult romance novel and is not intended for young readers due to violence, sexual situations, and mature language.


About Ella James

Ella James is an Colorado author who writes teen and adult romance. She is happily married to a man who knows how to wield a red pen, and together they are raising a feisty two-year-old who will probably grow up believing everyone's parents go to war over the placement of a comma.

Ella's books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Amazon Top 100; two were listed among Amazon's Top 100 Young Adult Ebooks of 2012.

To find out more about Ella's projects and get dates on upcoming releases, find her on Facebook at and follow her blog,


Thursday, September 12, 2013

Starting Over by Cheryl Douglas Release Day Blitz

Today is the release day of Starting Over by Cheryl Douglas!!

Title: Starting Over

Author: Cheryl Douglas

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Eve Bolton retreats to her childhood home to regain the identity she lost during her troubled marriage. When her husband asks her to come home, she decides it's time for her to start over... alone.

Alex has been so preoccupied running his family's business that he's lost sight of what's important... Eve. But can he make it up to her or is it too late to save their marriage?

Starting Over Quotes

“Do we have anything left to talk about, Alex?” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“I can take care of my wife.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“Are you trying to tell me this marriage is over?” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“Do you think I would have come all this way if I believed you’d written me off?” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I came here for you, because you needed me.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“It’s time we stop hurting each other and admit the truth.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“You can’t just throw ten years away on a whim.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I want to show you how much I love you.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“You’ve never needed me.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“Everything I do is for you, baby.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I didn’t want a martyr or a hero.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“I need to know it’s not too late to make things right.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I almost believed you when you said you wanted out of this marriage.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“Tell me what I need to do to fix this, Eve.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I want to be married to you.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“It’s too late to go back.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“My home isn’t with you anymore.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“You’re not leaving me.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“You needed me.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“We want different things out of life.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“”I grew up and so did you.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“Eve is my life.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“If I could fix things, I would.” –Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I’m as invested in this marriage now as I was the day we took our vows.” – Alex Bolton, Starting 

“Why are you making this so hard?” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“I tried to be happy in your world for years.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“I want to give you a million reasons why you belong in New York with me, but I can’t.” – Alex 
Bolton, Starting Over

“You used to love me that way.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“No one could ever take your place.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I can’t let it end this way.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“Sleep’s been pretty hard to come by lately.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over

“I should have divorced you a long time ago.” – Eve Bolton, Starting Over

“Everything was different then.” – Alex Bolton, Starting Over


About Cheryl Douglas 

Cheryl began her professional career as a nutritionist, but her love of books started at an early age. She studied writing for many years before she decided to pursue her passion as a full-time career. After receiving constructive criticism from several well-known authors, Cheryl finally had the confidence to write her first romance novel.

 The first book in the Nashville Nights series, Shameless, was a book that had been dwelling in Cheryl’s subconscious for years. For her, the surprise came when the manuscript began taking on a life of it’s own. Characters came to life, secondary characters became more prominent, outlines were forgotten, and a single title evolved into an eight book series, and another eight book spin-off series entitled Nashville Nights, Next Generation.

 One word would aptly describe Cheryl: workaholic. She lives and breathes her writing, when she’s sleeping, watching TV, driving, reading… it’s always in the periphery of her mind. Her imagination rarely takes a holiday, even when she escapes to a sandy beach with her husband and son, she’s planning, plotting, outlining, and daydreaming.

 Cheryl feels blessed to be able to get up every day and do something she loves. The thousands of fans who have embraced the Nashville Nights series have made that possible. She writes for the readers who ask for more, she writes to satisfy the muse residing inside of her, but most of all, she writes because she couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life. It took her thirty-seven years to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, but now that she knows, she’s convinced she’s found her purpose.

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