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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Bad Reputation Release Blitz Tour...

Author: Melinda Di Lorenzo
Publisher: Harlequin
Joey is charming as hell and boy-toy hot. He's not ashamed to admit that he's cultivated a bit of a reputation. Daddy's money. One night stands. Zero apologies.

Tucker is a nice girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and she's got a reputation too. No money. No men. And zero tolerance for jerks like Joey.

When their two worlds collide, sparks and parking tickets fly, secrets come to the surface and heartbreak seems like a given. Unless, of course, love and forgiveness can find their way through and give Joey and Tucker a chance they never thought they'd have.

Bad Reputation is a New Adult Contemporary romance with mild heat, lots of laughs and a few tears.




From Joey's POV:

I didn’t even notice Tucker until I was only three feet away. Her hair was tied back into one of those severe-looking buns again, and she was dressed in what appeared to be oversized workout gear.
What the hell is she wearing? I wondered.
Then I clued in.
The loose t-shirt, tied in a knot at her waist, and the baggy pants, hanging enticingly off her hips – were mine.  My mouth went uncharacteristically dry.  Just the thought of her skin on the inside of my clothes was enough to drive away my headache.
I watched her as she struggled to hoist a heavy bag over the back of her van.  The bag landed with a thud, the back end hanging from something I couldn’t see.  Tucker leaned forward to shove it further in, and the t-shirt slid up, exposing the smoothness of her back.  She made a frustrated noise and tried again.  The bag was clearly just out of her grip. 
I should’ve been helping her.
            But damn.
            I’d never been so turned on by so little skin before.
            Tucker stood on her tiptoes and strained against the back of the van.  Her pants slipped down, revealing an inch of hip.  She still couldn’t get the bag to budge.  Even though her face was red from the day’s work, and even though there was a bit of sweat on her forehead, she kept trying.  I liked her determination.
            I needed to make the space between us smaller.  As small as possible, in fact.
I stepped up behind her, and murmured, “Looks like you could use hand.”
She jumped back with a startled yelp. I steadied her by placing one hand on that exposed spot on her back that I’d been admiring.  It was as soft as I hoped. 
“Easy there,” I said. “Wouldn’t want you to fall and rip my favourite clothes.”
I reached easily over her shoulder, and gave the bag a solid tap with my palm.  It slid into the van with a thump.
With a red face, Tucker pulled away from me and straightened my t-shirt over her stomach.
These are your favourite clothes?”
“Well,” I teased. “They are now.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she told me.
I raised an eyebrow. “So you thought you’d just help yourself to an outfit? Should I check your purse for silverware, too?”
 “I didn’t steal them!” she protested. “Your house manager gave them to me.”
I tapped my chin with mock thoughtfulness. “So you weren’t rifling through my underwear drawer?”
I didn’t think her face could get any redder, but somehow it did.
“Of course not. And I have to go,” she said stiffly. “I left the bill with your house manager.”
She dug her keys from her purse and took a step toward the driver’s side door.
“Tucker, can I ask you one thing before you leave?”
She paused. “What?”
 I grinned. “Did you subtract the cost of my clothes from your bill?”
“Right after I tacked on the cost of driving you to the hospital,” she retorted. “Speaking of which…Shouldn’t you be off somewhere with Amber?”
I frowned. “With Amber? Why would I be somewhere with Amber?”
“Because she’s your girlfriend. Or one of them, anyway. And she did call you. I just figured she’d pick you up.”
“I didn’t want her to pick me up, and she’s not my –“ I cut myself off as I connected the dots. “Oh. You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!”
She tried to sneak by me, and I put a casual hand against her van, blocking her path.  She tried to go around, but I brought the other arm up too, so that Tucker was between them.  She could’ve ducked down and gone under.  She could’ve shoved me away and I would’ve yielded.  Instead, she brought those brown eyes up to meet my gaze.
 “I want you to get it into your head that I'm not going to wind up as one of your trophies,” Tucker stated.
            “People like trophies,” I pointed out in a low voice.
            “Maybe. But there’s a difference between liking one and being one.”
The tilt of her head brought her lips almost close enough to kiss.  I bent my elbows, inching closer.  She didn’t shy away.
“Remind me…Why are we in a fight?” I asked.
             “We’re not in a fight.”
            “Seems like we are.”
             “We have nothing to fight about. We don’t know each other well enough to fight.”
            "Then why do I feel like you're punishing me for something?”
            “What would I be punishing you for?"
            In reply, I leaned forward and dragged my mouth across hers slowly.  I teased her lips open with my teeth and darted my tongue across her teeth.  Her back arched in response, bringing her body flush against mine.  Through the fabric of her shirt, I could feel the hardness of her nipples and the increase in her breathing. 
Her hands found their way to my waist, and she held on tightly as I dug my fingers into her hair and tugged it free.  The tumble of red across her shoulders, soft, shiny, and lightly scented, drove a wave of heat straight to my groin. 
I grabbed a hold of her knee with one hand and her rear end with the other, and lifted her from the ground.  My lips sought her throat, then her chin, and at last her lips again.  I kissed her hard enough to make her moan, revelling in the desperate way she clung to my shoulders.
Instinctively I knew that if I didn’t stop right that second, I wouldn’t be able to.

Melinda Di Lorenzo

Creating happily-ever-afters, one page at a time! 
Melinda writes in her spare time - at soccer practices, when she should be doing laundry, and in place of sleep. She lives on the beautiful west coast of British Columbia, Canada, with her handsome husband and her noisy kids. When she's not writing, she can be found curled up with (someone else's) good book. In her spare time, she Googles herself and makes up holidays to celebrate so she can crack a beer. Her writing motto is: Write with just enough of the real to make the reader say, “Hey, that could be me!” and just of enough of the fantastic to make the reader say, “Hey, I WISH that was me!” Melinda A. Di Lorenzo is the author of 5 full-length novels, including 2 independently published titles, 2 titles with Harlequin, and 1 title with The Wild Rose Press. So far anyway…

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Cover Reveal... The Satyr's Curse II The Reckoning...

The Satyr's Curse II
The Reckoning
by Alexandrea Weis

     Jazzmyn darted through the tall cypress door and headed toward her daughter’s bedroom. She hurried down the burgundy carpet, sick with the realization that Kyle had known all along about their daughter. Jazzmyn had only gotten a short glimpse of Jackie after the delivery, but the instant she had set eyes on the small bundle of dark curly hair presented to her by the nurse, she knew Kyle was not the father.
     As she followed the loud crying down the hall, the disapproving gazes of long dead Livaudais relatives glared back at her from the portraits on the walls. It was as if she had let the family down and brought an unwanted element into their exclusive bloodline. 
     When she pushed the cypress door open to her daughter’s room, she peeked in and found a small figure standing in her bright pink crib with tears streaming down her cherubic cheeks. Jazzmyn quickly strode across the white Oriental rug to her daughter’s crib. After picking up the wailing child, Jazzmyn began humming to her, knowing that music always soothed her sad moods, just like her father. Kyle’s words came back to her, and she fought back a surge of tears.
     When Jackie began to settle down, Jazzmyn noticed something shiny clasped in her tiny hand. She reached for the object and gently pried it from Jackie’s strong grip. Jazzmyn’s heart fell to the floor when she saw the gold figurine of a satyr at the end of a gold chain in her hand.
     “Where did you get this, Jacks?” Jazzmyn interrogated, knowing full well her daughter could not answer.
     She gaped at the gold figurine in her hand and reflected back to the moment Julian had given it to her, and also to the night he had taken it away. Jazzmyn hugged her child, holding on as tightly as she could. With her heart galloping in her chest, Jazzmyn settled her daughter back down in her crib and gave her the white stuffed goat to placate her.
     Grasping the figurine necklace, she bolted through the bedroom door and made her way down the wide oak staircase to the first floor. After punching the alarm code into the panel on the side of the front doors, she pulled the heavy leaded glass doors open and stepped into the warm summer night. She stood on the porch of her home and peered out into the quiet street beyond. Despite the early morning hour, the city of New Orleans hummed with activity. In the distance, she could hear the rumble of the trolley on nearby St. Charles Avenue, and the faint bustle of traffic on the adjacent streets.
     “I know you’re out there, you son of a bitch,” Jazzmyn growled into the night. “Stay away from my daughter, Julian. You can’t have her. You can never have her.”
     Jazzmyn thought she heard someone snickering from behind the thick oak trees that stood before her home. But then the wind picked up and rustled the branches on the trees, sounding almost the same as laughter.         
She turned back to her front doors and stepped inside. As Jazzmyn slowly shut the doors, her eyes stay peeled on the red-bricked walkway that led from her house to the street. She imagined Julian’s tall figure striding down that walkway as she had seen him do several times in the past. After closing the doors, she drove the deadbolt home and rested her forehead against the cool glass.                
     He was back. Jazzmyn could sense his presence and shuddered at the idea of seeing him again. When she turned from the doors, her eyes traveled up the wide oak staircase, with its twisting grapevine carved banister, to the second floor landing. She thought of Kyle and what to tell him, but she knew in the end she would say nothing. Ever since that night in Lafayette Cemetery Number One, when Julian’s plans to lift his curse had been crushed, she had been waiting for this moment. It seemed the day Jazzmyn had been dreading had finally arrived. Julian Devereau was back for his moment of reckoning.       

About the Author
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans.  Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.  

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Labor Day Giveaway...

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by Briana Gaitan

My name is Bash 
You may look at me and think my life is perfect. 
It is anything but. 
I’m not like normal people. 
Happiness doesn’t come easy for me. 
I wake up hoping that each day is my last. 

My Review

It was really great to get the whole story on Bash. Gaitan's description of Bash's story was intense and raw. The pain and hurt that he felt was numbing to your soul. I didn't know if I wanted to hug him of shake him. I am so ready for the continuation of this series. Not sure I can wait that long.

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Metamorphosis Sales Blitz...

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Title: Metamorphosis Authors: Erin Noelle Series: Book Boyfriend FREE: August 31 - September 4

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Scarlett MacGregor has lived a very sheltered life; relying on her books, music, and her best friend Evie for fun. During their first semester away at college, Scarlett and Evie concoct a contest to find their real-life book boyfriends. Scarlett quickly meets Ashton, Dylan, and later, Mason, and must figure out which one she wants before she ends up without any of them. Metamorphosis is the story of Scarlett's transformation from a young, naive girl to a strong, mature young woman and her search for self-discovery and true love.   Recommended for readers 17+ due to sexual content and harsh 



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  Probably one of the best love triangles I've read in awhile. Definitely one of my top favorites on my shelf.   I was surprised by how much I loved this story! I was drawn in and entranced from the beginning... I don't know about you other readers but I can't choose btw the two guys so I'm team Mashton...   what else can I say but this book is amazing. The relationships between Scarlett and Ash and then Scarlett and mason are gut wrenching at times when you read their stories but as you watch then grow you cant help but fall in love with both me like Scarlett does...   More than a five star read!!!! I read a book blog and was sold...Heart, mind, and soul shattering was this read..It was funny and sad and brought out every freaking emotion one could have ..   This book drilled every screw into the emotional roller coaster...so amazingly heartfelt, funny, witty, and HOT!!!! It was so unpredictable I'm still reeling. And I made note of a few of the girls favorite books that I haven't gotten to read!!   Loved every page of this book. It's real life, a young woman finding herself, love, lust, loss and real emotion. Erin Noelle will be an author I read more from.  
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 “This is what we are going to do. Tomorrow we are going to recreate your image with a new hairstyle, a little bit of makeup, and new clothes ~ going to get you all sexified. Then tomorrow night we are going to go with my cousin to that party by her school. But before we go, we are going to pick one of the categories of our book boyfriends and our goal for the evening is to find our version of that BB. Each subsequent night we go out together, we will choose a different category until we find exactly what your type is. Shit, it might even help me because I’m quickly finding out what I thought my type was, is actually quite similar to the description of a douchebag,” she explained. “Okay, I like the sound of this. But once we find our version of the BB, then what do we do?” “What do you mean ‘then what do we do?’ You talk to him, kiss him, screw him… whatever you want to do with him. We can even make it a little game. Whoever gets farther with their BB that night is the winner, and the loser buys breakfast the next morning. We can whore our way through our book boyfriends until we determine what each of our ‘type’ is.” “That’s no fair! You are obviously going to win all the time; I’m at such a disadvantage! I don’t just want to give away my virginity to the first guy that comes along to win some game,” I argued. “Oh Sam,” Evie replied, “I’m not going to just sleep with guys that I don’t want to sleep with just so I don’t have to buy breakfast the next morning or to beat you at some game. The true point of the game is to find a guy that’s a keeper, one you seriously want to date, the side game will just make it more fun until we do!” I thought about what she said and knew she was right. Evie had devised a perfect way for me to meet different kinds of guys and the game would help me to break out of my shell, lose some of my insecurities, and do things that I would most likely be too timid to try. I’m not sure if it was the empty bottle of wine that sat in the kitchen trash, the possibility of finding the happily ever after I had read about time and again in my countless books, or the fact I definitely did not want to die a virgin, but I found myself saying, “Game on. May the best book whore win.”

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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and thus far in 2014, has published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel, and Transparent, a romantic suspense novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
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Love Discovered in New York Release Launch...


The Rebel

Mya Washington is a rebel. Or at least, that’s what her family has always said. As the youngest of a set of triplets, she has always been the more rebellious of the three…even though she never considered herself a rebel.
Outspoken? Yes.
Rule Breaker? Sometimes.
Trouble Maker? Nev—occasionally.
Growing tired of being typecast and misunderstood, Mya moves to New York looking for a fresh start away from the life she grew up in and out of the shadow of her older sisters.  Striking out on her own may have put a strain on the family dynamic, but it's the new beginning Mya was looking for.
But after the unexpected death of her mother, she is blindsided yet again by a wedding invitation she didn’t see coming. Her father’s upcoming marriage only cements the wall she’s put up around her heart. Because if her father could be such an utter disappointment, why should she even attempt to open up to any man?
Enter Colton Davis.



“What are you doing?” I asked breathily, licking my lips and silently begging him to kiss me.
He didn’t answer at first. He looked at me predatorily before leaning down to nibble on my neck. The feeling of his teeth lightly grazing my skin while the threat of someone walking down the hallway and turning the corner made me clench tightly. His fingers gripped my hips and desire washed over me.  His hands caused goosebumps to erupt everywhere he touched.  My body hummed from the electric currant that flowed between us. The anticipation I felt for Colton’s kiss was almost unbearable.
“What are you doing?” I repeated, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Leaning in so that our lips were almost touching, Colton answered sexily, “You.”


I am a married event planner, life coach and instructor.  Between my awesome friends and family and my amazing husband, I am constantly surrounded by love.  My goal at all times is to love what I’m doing and enjoy life.  I love shopping and football with equal fervor.  I’m an amateur movie critic (i.e. my husband and I watch and critique a lot of movies for fun). I love to read, but since I’ve been writing, I don’t read as much as I used to. I love music. A good lyric with a good melody can paint a vivid picture and invoke such a range of emotions. I have a soft spot for most mediums of creative, artistic expression. But music is probably my favorite.






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