Friday, January 19, 2018

Cover Reveal & #Giveaway for Saving Grace by Gigi Aceves

Today we have the cover reveal for SAVING GRACE by Gigi Aceves! I am so excited to share this new romance with you—check it out and grab your copy Feb 20th!


Title: SAVING GRACE
Author: Gigi Aceves 
  Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: Feb 20th 

  About Saving Grace: 

Grace Carmichael’s world was turned upside down when she was fifteen. The convent became her home. The Grotto her safe haven. She lived, breathed, and learned a life she never chose. Ten years later, freedom came knocking and she took a chance she never thought she would.   Phoenix Hayes experienced a double dose of heartache when death tragically altered his life at seventeen. Being the ultimate warrior he has never doubted a mission. Except for one — saving Grace.   Sometimes to find yourself you have to risk everything including your heart — even your life.


 

Exclusive Excerpt:

Why did I talk Grace out of going back to the convent? I should drive back and drop her off. But I don’t because I can’t. 

You can’t because it is not the right thing to do.

“Look, the plan is already in motion. To deviate now would open us to more danger, okay? I know this is too much for you, but we…you need to stay focused, okay? You with me?” 

“I just want them safe. I want your family to be safe. I want you safe.” 

I rub my forehead instead of screaming in annoyance. 

“That’s a noble thought, but you can’t have everything you want. There are just people who need saving, and there are others who do the saving; that’s all.” Grace scoots closer to the door and away from me. “You have a way of making someone feel so terrible.” 

I force out a laugh. “I’m not making you feel terrible, sweetheart. I’m just stating facts. And, sometimes, it’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna piss you off, but know that I will always tell you the truth. I’m not here to dish you a platter of bullshit.” 

She unzips her purse, takes her rosary out from a brown pouch, and starts to pray. With her fingers moving along the beads and mouth in sync in prayer, 

I make use of the time to bury my annoyance. 

Thirty minutes later, she puts her rosary back and looks straight ahead, completely ignoring me. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No, but thanks for asking.”

“You must be. We’re getting food.” 

“Okay, if you say so.” 

The thirty-minute radio silence does nothing for my patience. I abruptly park on the side of the road, ready to drop the mother of all bombs. 

“Will you drop the attitude?” 

She twines her fingers, rests them on her lap, and then slowly turns to face me. “I don’t have one. I am simply agreeing with you.”

 I narrow my eyes into slits. “You’re reeking of sarcasm, Grace.”

“And you’re bathed in condescension, Mr. Hayes.” 

I am seconds from blowing my top when the red dot on the dashboard gets my attention. I look back, and the same SUV is about two limos away from my ass. Whoever this fucker is, he is making himself known.

It’s noted, motherfucker.




About Gigi: 
 

I grew up in the Philippines but now live in California with my husband, two girls, and Loki, the house cat. If my husband is the yin to my yang, Andrea is the Marlin to my Dory while Allysa is the Buzz Lightyear to my Woody. I love the beach, but I hate the sand. I love to travel, but I hate to fly. I love to eat, but I hate gaining weight—all women can relate to this. These are a few of my little quirks in life. In addition to writing, I enjoy reading, binge-watching a new series on Netflix, watching action-packed movies, listening to my youngest sing, and observing my oldest cook. I’m an avid fan of The Walking Dead, The Brave, The Good Doctor, Scandal, and Stranger Things. I love watching reality shows, too. I love Survivor, The Amazing Race, and Big Brother to name a few.


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Spotlight & #Giveaway for Collision Course by Marie Harte

Collision Course
By Marie Harte
Body Shop Bad Boys, Book 4

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Release Date: January 2, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 354 Pages
ISBN:  978-1492630357
ASIN: B01ND19UTC

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He's always had a way with the ladies
She won't give him the time of day
Sparks fly when two hearts in motion collide.

Florist Joey Reeves is working overtime to stay away from Lou Cortez, the ace mechanic with a reputation for irresistible charm. She's a single mom with enough on her plate—the last thing she needs is entanglement with the hottest guy in town…

"Well, hello there."

Joey glanced up and froze. The man who'd been haunting her sleep looked even better in the hard light of day.

"H-hello." She coughed. The guys who worked at Webster's Garage all looked larger than life, covered in tattoos, muscles, and that indefinable sense of danger they wore like a second skin. But this guy, the tall, Latin lover with dark-brown eyes and lips made for kissing, had ensnared her.





Rated 16+ (Language/Topic)
EXCERPT

Ten minutes and a text later, Joey drove to Becky’s house and planned to indulge in some girl time. Maybe Becky could help her understand her fascination for Lou.
She arrived at Becky’s soon enough. Her friend shared a condo with a teacher friend. As Joey entered, said teacher left with a smile.

“She’s got a date tonight.” Becky motioned to the coffee table, laden with wine, crackers, and cheese. “And apparently now so do I. Dig in.” Becky lowered her voice and said, suggestively, “Welcome to my pad, sweetness. Boom chicka bow bow.”

Joey laughed. “Stop. That only works when I’m the plumber or the delivery guy.”

Becky sighed. “Guess I’ll have to save that for Trent, who’s out of town this weekend. How the hell am I supposed to seduce him when he’s helping his grandmother move?”

“Aw, that’s so nice.”

“Nice ain’t sexy. Gah.” Becky munched on a cracker. “But I’m excited to hang with you. I can’t believe you finally got paroled. So Brandon the criminal is hanging with the other hooligans, eh? Way to dodge that bullet, Joey.”

“Funny.” Joey paused. “Ah, there’s one thing. I can’t stay past eight. I have a…date.”

Becky stared. “Not with sexy Lou again.”

Joey’s silence answered for her.

“Oh my God. Dinner must have gone well the other night. Tell me.”

Joey swallowed. “He was polite, charming. He looked amazing. He’s really built.” She flushed, feeling that “built” inside her all over again. “We talked then walked after dinner. He paid too. And he was so nice, so sweet. We held hands.”

“Romantic.” Becky sighed.

And then last night he bent me over the flower table and made me see stars. Yeah, romantic.

Becky hugged a pillow to her chest, her expression dreamy until her eyes narrowed on Joey’s face. “Why are you blushing so hard? I mean, your face is really pink.” Her eyes widened. “Holy crap. You had sex with him, didn’t you?”

“N-no.” She cleared her throat. “That’s a little personal, don’t you think?”

“Oh my God, you did. You did! Joey Reeves got some lovin’. Hot damn. It’s about friggin’ time!”

Still feeling overheated, Joey glanced up at her friend. “You can’t tell anyone.” She swore. “I can’t believe it happened. It just…I’m still trying to process it.”

“What’s to process? You fell for the magic in his man-wand.” Becky shrugged, as if it was no big thing. “Happens to the best of us. Well, except for me and Trent the Boy Scout,” she grumbled.

Joey was stuck on man-wand. “What did you call it?”

Becky burst out laughing. “If you could see your face. Hey, you should hear half the things they call it. Fuckstick, staff of life, lady’s lollipop. I could go on.”

“Please, don’t.” Joey grimaced.

“I know, right? Man-wand is so much better.” Becky paused. “Is it, Joey? Is it better? Or did you lollipop him? You know, like what we in the know call it—the hand and blow.”
Joey’s face threatened to melt clean off. She had a feeling she could fry eggs on her cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”

“Me neither.” Becky grinned. “You’re like beet-red right now. Or fire-engine red, maybe. Hey, did you guys remember to wear a ‘raincoat’?” Becky snickered.

“Stop talking, please.”

“Just tell me this. Do you want to do it again? As in, was it any good? Tell me, and I’ll shut up.”

“It was amazing, okay?” Joey growled. “So great I can’t stop thinking about doing it again. And I don’t tend to do well with men and sex.”

“That’s because you live like a nun in the Church of Reeves, presided over by Father Andrew and Sister Amy. God, it’s a wonder you have a kid with all the guilt your parents keep throwing on you. And after eight—”

“Nine.”

“—years you’d think they’d let it go.”

“So maybe I was just desperate. It was a one-shot deal, right?” So why am I thinking of being with him again when I know it’s a mistake?
Becky shrugged and ate more crackers and cheese. “I think you should be desperate again. If you want him, have him. You have a right to be happy. Take joy in his man parts. Go forth, just don’t prosper.”
Joey choked on a laugh. “Yes, Mom.”

“Ouch.”

“Don’t worry. We were safe.” Rather, he was safe. She’d been so far gone she hadn’t thought about protection until it was almost too late, which was just stupid. Granted, she wouldn’t have babies with Lou while on birth control. But she could always chance a disease with an unknown. She’d been so wrapped up in the moment, lost to her body’s needs.

But Lou had thought ahead.

Which put his actions in a different light. Had he expected to have sex with her?

“What’s that look?” Becky asked.

“He was ready for it. Us, I mean.”

Becky looked confused.

“He was prepared.”

“Jesus, Joey. You can say condom and not burn in hell. So he was prepared. Good for him.”

“You think?”

“Who cares why he had the condom? He had it, you had fun. And if you’re lucky, you’ll have more fun tonight.” Becky poured herself some wine. “Have some for me, would you? Because I’m clearly not getting any.” She cocked her head, considering something. 

“Unless Will’s home.”

“Becky.”

Becky laughed. “Nah. Will’s in Italy this month.” She chuckled. “Kidding, kidding. I’m wanting Trent. I am. Really.”

They laughed some more, and when Joey excused herself for the bathroom, a new text popped up. Lou had decided on the place. An address in Rainier Valley, where he’d mentioned he lived.

She didn’t know what to think, so she took care of business and blanked her mind.
She returned to the living room. “He invited me to his place.”

Becky blinked. “You were gone maybe five minutes.”

“He just texted me.”

“So go.”

“To his place?”

“Why not? Is he rapey or something?”

“No.” He’d been a perfect gentleman since she’d known him. And even after sending her to heaven, twice, he’d ended their impromptu session at the flower shop with a hug and by walking her to her car. “No. He’s nice. Sexy. Too—”

“He’s exactly what you need.” Becky nodded. “Give me your phone.”


Award-winning author Marie Harte has been writing professionally since 2005. She’s both a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author and has written over 100 books and counting. Marie writes books with heat, humor, and Harte. ♥

Though currently writing contemporary romance, she also writes paranormal and romantic suspense. Basically, everything romance with a touch of spice. 

Before turning to writing full-time, she earned a B.A. in English from Pennsylvania State University and spent several years in the United States Marine Corps as a communications officer.


Marie currently lives in Central Oregon with her family. There’s nothing she likes more than finding a good book to read and a great cup of coffee to drink.




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Book Tour & #Giveaway for Dragon Awakened by K.N. Lee


Welcome to my stop on the Book Tour, presented by Silver Dagger Book Tours, for Dragon Awakened by K.N. Lee.  Please leave a comment or question for K.N. to let her know you stopped by.  You may enter her tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below. Good Luck!

Dragon Awakened
by K.N. Lee
Court of Shadows, Book 1
Captive Quill Press
January 25, 2018
Genre: Reverse Harem Epic Fantasy



Join New York Times bestselling author, K.N. Lee on a journey through Rune, where faeries, dragons, elves, and magic and mystery collide.

Elemental. Faerie. Dragon Tamer.

After being exiled from the Unseelie Court, the royal Mordigan family was forced to live amongst the humans in a realm where magic is outlawed. Young Celeste's fate was sealed the day her parents were taken and executed. The Seelie and Unseelie Court have been at war for centuries and their magic has destroyed the barrier between the living and the dead. Spending her teenage years in the Crimson Tower wasn't the fated future for Princess Celeste, and when the queen of the frost faeries comes to rescue her, she is ready to wear her crown as the Empress of all of the magic realm.

Evil sweeps through the land, and it is up to one faerie and her court of princes from all corners of the realm to put the world back together.

Download the epic reverse harem fantasy with dark magic, spellbinding romance, and heart-pounding action similar to Harry Potter, Court of Thorns and Roses, Lord of the Rings, and The Vampire Diaries today!









K.N. Lee is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She is the author of the Dragon-Born Saga, Eura Chronicles, Wonderland University, and the Chronicles of Koa series. When she is not writing twisted urban fantasy, epic tales of dragons, pirates, and mermaids, and dark poetry, she does a great deal of traveling and spending time with her family. Wannabe rockstar, foreign language enthusiast, and anime geek, K.N. Lee also enjoys gaming and sketching. She is a winner of the Elevate Lifestyle Top 30 Under 30 "Future Leaders of Charlotte" award for her success as a writer, business owner, and for community service.

She is signed with Captive Quill Press and Patchwork Press and represented by Hershman Rights Management.

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Book Beginnings & Friday 56 - #99


Book Beginnings on Friday is a weekly meme hosted by Gilion at Rose City Reader. Every Friday we share the first sentence (or so) of the book we’re currently reading, along with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires.


My Book Beginning:  

A Is For Alibi (Kinsey Millhone, Book 1) by Sue Grafton



My name is Kinsey Millhone.  I’m a private investigator, licensed by the state of California.
My Thoughts:  I have never read a book by Ms.Grafton and as she recently passed, and I enjoy mysteries - a lot - I decided it was time to give one of her books a try.  While not much is happening as of yet, I like how she introduces the character, name, profession and location, right off the start. 

What do you think?  Don't forget to leave your book beginning below and to link-up at Rose City Reader.  





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Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted by Freda at Freda’s Voice on every Friday.

To Play along here are the Rules:

*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
*Post it.
*Add your post below. 
*Don’t forget to add your post URL (not your blog url) at Freda’s Voice.  
*It's that simple.

My 56: also from (A Is For Alibi by Sue Grafton) at about the 56% Kindle location:  

I’m crazy about “before-and-after” shots, an avid fan of all those magazine ads showing women pumped up like tires and then magically thin, one foot arranged in front of the other, as though weight loss also involved the up-surge of charm and modeling skills.  I wondered if there was anyone left in California not obsessed with self-image. 


My Thoughts:  I haven’t gotten this far into the book but I have to agree that I like this comment/observation by the character a lot - I think our whole country is obsessed with self-image.  


So what do you think?  Would you keep reading? Do the teasers tempt you?  Don’t forget to leave your link below and to link up at Freda’s Voice






About A Is For Alibi (Kinsey Millhone, Book 1) by Sue Grafton

 A IS FOR AVENGER
A tough-talking former cop, private investigator Kinsey Millhone has set up a modest detective agency in a quiet corner of Santa Teresa, California. A twice-divorced loner with few personal possessions and fewer personal attachments, she's got a soft spot for underdogs and lost causes.

A IS FOR ACCUSED
That's why she draws desperate clients like Nikki Fife. Eight years ago, she was convicted of killing her philandering husband. Now she's out on parole and needs Kinsey's help to find the real killer. But after all this time, clearing Nikki's bad name won't be easy.

A IS FOR ALIBI
If there's one thing that makes Kinsey Millhone feel alive, it's playing on the edge. When her investigation turns up a second corpse, more suspects, and a new reason to kill, Kinsey discovers that the edge is closer--and sharper--than she imagined. 







Don't forget to post your meme's and link up at both host locations.  

Have a great Friday! 
Maria

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Book Tour & #Giveaway for Arachnosaur by Richard Jeffries


Welcome to my stop on the Book Tour, presented by Silver Dagger Book Tours, for Arqachnosaur by Richard Jeffries. Please leave a comment or question for Richard to let him know you stopped by. You may enter his tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below. Good Luck!


Arachnosaur
by Richard Jeffries
Lyrical Underground
Genre: Horror
Release Date: December 26, 2017




Desert Swarm

After his superior officers are killed in action, Corporal Josiah Key assumes command of the 3rd Battalion, Marine Raiders. In the tiny village of Shabhut, Yemen, while trying to put the blast on ISIS forces, an even deadlier enemy emerges: ancient, unreasoning creatures who tear into both U.S. troops and terrorists without mercy, leaving brutally dismembered corpses in their wake.

They are known as the Idmonarchne Brasieri, giant prehistoric spiders roused from millennia-long slumber by power-mad terrorists. These aptly-named ‘Arachnosaurs’ are hungry. They’re angry. And they have declared war against all of humanity . . . whose days might just be numbered unless Key and his unit can stop them.



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Key tried to focus at the way the front of his boots poked up against the divot’s lip, expecting to see his toes blown off at any second. But it didn’t take more than another second for him to realize what was happening to him. “Shit,” he said over the whomping going on all around them. “I’ve been conked.”

          “What?” Daniels complained as a tree limb shattered above them, scratching their faces with jagged bark. “Not again!”

          Yeah, that’s right, Key managed to recall. That’s where he had heard the “conked” term before. The base doc had said it when he had diagnosed Key’s previous, original, concussion. And doc had given him the self- diagnostic list then, too.

          “Symptoms check.” Key grunted miserably. “I’m nauseous.”

          “You’re nauseous!” Daniels snapped. “I’m nauseous! Anybody’d be nauseous in this shit!”

          There was a vicious whine just above them, and Key could feel a wave of heat make a line from his forehead to his crotch. The thing causing it just missed them before continuing on to smash through an already crumbling wall fifty feet beyond.

          FGM-148 Javelin, Joe automatically assumed. Nice that some hard-won memories defied even concussions. But whether the anti-tank missile was fired by the good or the bad guys was anybody’s guess.

          “Headache, dizzy, ringing in my ears,” Key continued, trying to stave off total amnesia.

          “Okay, okay!” Daniels grumbled. “You oughta know. What do you want from me?”

          “Memory loss growing, need your help.”

          “Christ, Joe.” The honest concern in Daniels' voice was music above the cacophony. “Do you even know you’re Joe?”

          “Yeah,” Key answered, struggling to be present, feeling stronger already.

          “Tell me.”

          “We’re 3rd Battalion, Marine Raiders, M Company, eighty-five strong.”

          “Not anymore,” Daniels reported with his usual lack of empathy. “Heavy defensive fire. Surprisingly heavy.”

          That comment let Key know the attack must’ve been the seventh level of hell heavy. Daniels prided himself on taking the worst in stride. “What are we down to?”

          “Last time I could check, less than fifty. Sergeant major shot to hell. The lieutenant colonel just blew up in your face.”

          Key gritted his teeth, then hazarded a quick look around. He returned to his prone position with his cracked skull thankfully still just cracked. But he could still not distinguish enemy from friendly fire. Worse, he couldn’t find any human source of the shit-storm. “Where is everybody?”

          “Damned if I know,” Daniels said. “Where’s comm?”

                “No live communication for a coupla minutes now.”

          “What? So who’s commander now?

          “Near as I can tell, you,” Daniels said. Then he added sarcastically, “God help us.”

          Key ignored the comment, but couldn’t disagree. Finally made it to chief with a nice new concussion as a reward. Even so, he still could remember that his rep was “Joe Cool.” According to Daniels, he never lost it. No time to start now.

                First things first, he heard the father inside him instruct.

          “Where are we?” he yelled at Daniels in a tone that broached no sarcasm.

          “Outside of Shabhut,” Daniels spat back, then couldn’t help elaborating.

 “Well-fucking named. A more miserably shabby mound of huts I’ve never seen.” 

Then, when Key didn’t answer, he felt compelled to add, “Outside of Aden, inside of Yemen!”

          Joe remembered where that was. Good sign. “What are we doing here?”

          “Orders. Code C3,” Daniels reported, then added with just a tinge of doubt, “Do you at least know what that is?”

          Clean the town.

          “Yeah, I know what that is,” Joe answered, struggling to keep misery out of his voice. “But the town seems to be cleaning us.”

                Key twisted in place, looking in every direction for a sign of anything or anyone who could help. He saw nothing but smoke, dust, and strafing. But, above the wining, sizzling bullet noises, he heard a growing, grinding, thundering sound just as the ground beneath him began to shake.

                The tank? He both wondered and hoped. Had to be a tank. If so, had to be our side. Enemy didn’t have…!

                “Fuckaduck!” Daniels bellowed at the same moment the sarge’s huge paw dragged Key up. “ASS!”Within seconds of reaching his feet, Key knew Daniels wasn’t referring to their butts, or even suggesting in his usual subtle way that they move theirs. He was using the age-old term for “asset”—one with a lot of firepower.

          Sure enough, rumbling and roaring down the tank track was a Marine HMMWV—High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle, or Humvee— that seemed intent on leaving sergeant and corporal jelly beneath their ten-foot-ten-inch wheelbase.

          Even though his mental fog, Key could tell that whoever was driving was fully committed to get the hell out of there. The now opaque windshield looked like crimson stained glass, and the doors looked as if they had been pounded by Satan’s fists. The big tan Humvee roared by them as Daniels’ eyes bulged—first at the retreating vehicle, then at his strangely apathetic friend.

          “Fuck,” Daniels started as he let his M240 drop, it’s strap making it swing behind him. “A,” he continued as he grabbed the M32 Multi-shot Grenade Launcher that hung from his other shoulder. “Duck!” he boomed as he aimed it at the back of the diminishing lorry.

          Key just stood there, feeling strangely calm amidst the storm. Then, as if his eyes were cameras, they suddenly zoomed in for a close-up on the rear of the Humvee. Strapped to the back of the payload bed was a large rectangular box he didn’t recognize.

                That’s weird, he thought. We didn’t leave base with that.

          “Daniels,” he suddenly yelled. “No!”

                But it was too late. The sarge had decided that either the enemy had captured the vehicle or some chicken-shit coward was running. Either way, they deserved a forty by fifty-one-millimetre extended range low-pressure high explosive.

          Key was jumping onto Daniels as the shell made a grey line toward the back of the barreling Humvee. It hit its target just as Key hit Daniels. The reaction between the two, however, could not have been more different.

          The corporal bounced off the sergeant, who had been described more than once, by more than one person—including soldiers too young to know what the expression even meant—as a brick shithouse. The fact that he could carry both an M240 and an M32 at the same time as if they were a messenger bag and a purse gave testament to his size and strength.

          The grenade, however, did not bounce. It detonated with a cracking bang, followed, as Key feared, with a ground-shaking, Humvee-bouncing, air-quaking ba-boom. The back of the HMMWV was filled with boxed enemy ammo.

          Key slammed to the ground just as a sizzling shockwave of heat, dust, sand, and shrapnel swept over him like a scythe. The force was so strong, he didn’t even bounce. Instead, he was buffeted, shook, and even skidded a little. But this time he was sure he didn’t lose consciousness. Which was strange, because a cloud the colour of bones settled over him, along with a perplexing sensation of peace.

          That’s it, he managed to think. I’m dead.





Richard Jeffries holds a degree in Creative Writing, obtained before he went to work for American intelligence. He has seen the world—and things in it—which inspired the writing of these novels. Now retired from covert ops, Jeffries divides his time between rural Connecticut and London. In his spare time he pursues his lifelong interest in Kung Fu and classical piano.






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