Friday, February 17, 2017

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Triton

by Alana Albertson 
Publication Date: May 7, 2017 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
Triton: A Little Mermaid Retelling Aria—I teach mermaid fitness at a ritzy hotel next to the Naval Amphibious Base. I know better than to let one of those famous frogmen chase my tail. But in a moment of weakness, I submit to Erik, a tattooed badass Navy SEAL. After one night of incredible passion, I can’t stop thinking about his cocky ways and his dirty mouth. Then I get the opportunity to train to be the first female Navy SEAL. When I show up on the first day of training, I’m horrified to realize that Erik is my BUD/S instructor. He’s the only person who stands in the way of me achieving my dream. I’m no quitter. He can taunt me, tease me, and run me ragged, but I’ll never ring that bell. Erik—Aria is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. She won the gold medal for synchronized swimming and she looks like a little mermaid the way she moves underwater. Once I find out that the sexy redhead is teaching aquatic classes next to my base, I vow to do anything to make her mine. After our mind-blowing night together, she vanishes. I ask around and learn she went away to train. I assume it’s for another synchro competition. I’m dead wrong. She shows up in BUD/S as part of the first class to let in women. I’m head instructor of Phase One, and there’s no way in hell I will lower the standards of my Team to please the brass and make a political statement. It doesn’t matter how much I want her because she’s forbidden to me now. I’m the teacher and she’s my student. She will obey my every command. She can try to pass hell week but she will fail. I’m a Navy SEAL, a Triton, a god of the sea. And she will never be part of my world.


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Isabella—Grady Williams is a national treasure, the youngest living Medal of Honor recipient, America’s scarred superhero. With tattooed arms sculpted from carrying M-16s, this bad boy has girls begging from sea to shining sea to get a piece of his action. When my father squanders away my college fund, I make a deal with this dirty-talking Devil Dog—I will pretend to be Grady’s girlfriend for the Marine Corps Ball, and my dad will write Grady’s war memoir. Grady is fearless. Hell, this badass jumped on a grenade to save his fellow Marines! As much as I crave him, I refuse to allow myself to become addicted to a dangerous man who will detonate my heart. Grady—Isabella Cuesta is an angel who can see beyond my mangled skin, a pawn used to repay her father’s debt, a woman who makes me feel like a man instead of a monster. But I no longer believe in fairy tales. She’s mine until our contract ends. I’ll take her hard and rough, listen to all her hopes and fears, lay down my life to protect her. This beauty will never let herself love a dangerous man like me—a man who has killed, a man who runs towards gunfire, a man who never backs down from a fight. But without her love, I’m not a man—I’ll remain forever a beast.

About Alana Albertson

Alana Albertson is an award winning Latina author, the former President of Romance Writers of America’s Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit, and Young Adult chapters. She holds a Masters of Education from Harvard and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes new adult romantic suspense, young adult, and contemporary romance. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two sons, and five dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through her rescue Pugs N Roses, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.


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Synopsis

A liar…

Three weeks ago, James Maxwell’s wife died in a car accident, but he hasn’t been able to tell his five-year old daughter the heartbreaking truth behind her mother’s death. Instead, he packs them up and leaves for a summer resort in upstate New York to spend a few peaceful weeks and to gradually break the news. But a spirited and outspoken maid at the resort has figured out his secret.

A hater…

After witnessing her mother’s violent death at the hands of her stepfather, Madison Smith has turned aimless and bitter toward the world—men, in particular. Her dead-end job at the local resort and her convenient girlfriend barely keep Madison from falling apart. When she meets James, however, she’s driven to protect his child from the darkness she sees inside him.

A forbidden kiss…

But Madison doesn’t expect to find that very darkness irresistible. Drowning in guilt and memories, neither does James expect to be drawn to the sharp-witted woman who has made his life miserable. When their tempers flare, a brutal kiss triggers a need that blurs the lines of hate and desire. As their lust spins out of control, they must decide if their attraction is worth fighting for or if love is the real enemy.

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About the Author

Romance Writer and Reader. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer. Wanna-be Poet. Lana Del Ray & Gillian Flynn Worshiper.

My stories are grey-shaded and NC-17. I write what I love to read. And what I love to read is always twisted and angsty and emotional. My characters desperately need therapy. They tend to kiss a lot too, among other naughty things.

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Blog Tour for King's Captive by Amber Bardan






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For three years, I've belonged to Julius King.

Some people would think being stuck on a private island is heaven, but this is my hell.  

Because I'm not here as a guest. Not even close. I'm a prisoner. I'm his.

Julius King. Powerful. Wealthy. Dangerous.

There are parts of me he wants that I can't give him. When he looks at me, there are times I swear he sees someone else. And the scary part is that sometimes, when he touches me, I think he may be someone else, too.

Though my body might be tempted, and he might control everything else, I can't let him have any piece of my heart. I won't. But every day, the fight gets harder, and Julius manages to slip past my defenses in the most unexpected ways.  

I have to find out the truth about Julius King. Even if it destroys me.  



This book is approximately 81,000 words



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Excerpt 2

A man stands in the driveway behind the roses. My steps slow. Haven’t seen him before. There’d be no forgetting him.
He watches me approach, hands in pockets of gray suit pants, almost as though he’s been waiting all morning for me to come to him. I stop, the wide branches of a rose bush separate us. He slides off sunglasses, and tucks them into his inside breast pocket. My attention follows his hand, catching on his open shirt collar. There’s a tattoo springing from that shirt. A snake head rising like a coil of smoke out of the green leaves of an apple tree. Never seen ink like this. Unsettling and beautiful. I catch my breath. Must have walked faster than I thought.
“Sorry I’m late.”
I get stuck on his eyes. They’re so bright, it’s tricky to look right at them. I’m staring. I probably shouldn’t stare at a man like this.
He breaks free a rose low on a stem, then circles the bush. “Happy birthday.”
He extends the rose. It’s so gorgeous, this frilly antique rose, half cream and tinged with pink. It’s also my rose already.
Of course.
Benjamin Carlisle…
I look him over. He’s big, and rough, and the sight of him sends warmth fluttering to my core. I’m not pissed at Dad so much anymore.
I take the rose between thorns. I mean, I’m not planning the wedding, but I’ll be up tonight imagining the honeymoon.
“So, you’re late to my party, and instead of bringing a gift you mutilate my favorite rosebush right in front of me.” I bring the rose to my nose and look up at him. “Takes balls.”
His expression shifts, not quite a smile. He’s examining me a lot harder than I examined him. Heat creeps to my cheeks.
Maybe he came here under duress. Flirt with the spoiled rich girl with the important daddy. But he’s changing his mind about wanting to be here. The rose in my hand tells me as much.
The way his gaze sucks me in tells me more.
I’ve been called pretty since I was a kid. No one ever called me sexy. He’s calling me sexy right now, just not out loud. Seduction enters his expression in the squint of his gaze, the softening of his jaw. Nearly enough to make a good girl strip on the spot.
And I’m not even much of a good girl. At least not by choice.
“I’m Sarah.” I extend my hand.
His entire being shifts—a flinch like someone taking a bullet—then it’s gone. He takes my hand before I can move it away.
“I don’t think I’m going to call you that.”
My limbs stiffen. Tingles run from my enveloped palm into my shoulder. His eyes don’t leave mine. He steps closer.
My chin rises to hold his gaze. “What do you think you’ll be calling me, then?”
His expression heats. My spine bends a little towards him. No man has ever looked at me quite like this.
My skin sensitizes, alert as though it’s separate from the rest of my body. There’s sweat on my upper lip and a chill on my shoulders.
He reaches for me, fingers on the back of my neck, thumb on my jaw.
It’s an odd way to touch a stranger—proprietary.
Inappropriate.
My breath speeds up, a nervous thrill jolting through me.
His cheek pulses, and his fingers tighten on the back of my head, his expression straining like he’s lifting weights. I can’t tell if he’s going to kiss or attack me.
My vision sharpens, and I know the wicked truth.
I want both.
Want him to press me up behind the house and raise my skirt. Touch me roughly. He leans in and his breath meets mine, and rushes into my lungs.
My pussy floods, an almost embarrassing slickness.
The taste of his breath is as familiar to me as my own, even though we’ve never met. Maybe because I’ve fantasized about this for so long.
His burning gaze seems to compel my thighs open.
Fantasized about a man who wouldn’t be afraid to take what he wanted. Who wouldn’t care what my father thought. Who’d take me from this ranch where I’ve been so fucking alone…
“Sarah.”
I jerk back, out of Benjamin’s grasp.
Dad jogs towards us. He doesn’t jog—ever. He rarely calls me Sarah. “Go sit with Mrs. Carlisle.”
Dad’s entire torso expands with his breaths. “You…What are you doing?”
“Julius King,” says the man who’s apparently not Benjamin Carlisle.
He eases back from me only slightly, but his body language has shifted light years. The way his jaw snaps is vicious. He doesn’t extend his hand to Dad the way he did me. “I thought it was time we met in person. Our business won’t be delayed any longer.”
“Sarah, I said go sit with Mrs. Carlisle.” Dad’s face matches the crimson of his neck.
I look between the men, then take a step towards the garden.
Julius grabs my arm, just above the elbow, almost like the way I’d taken my dad’s earlier, except there’s no affection in this gesture. “I’ll join you. It was quite the drive to get here and I’m thirsty.”
He leads me towards the tables.
“You can’t be here,” Dad shouts. “What are you doing?”
My legs turn brittle, as though my muscles have lost elasticity. I glance over my shoulder at Dad.
“What does it look like, I’m joining the party.”






After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

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New Release for Tala Prophecy: The Complete Series by Tia Bach Silverthorne



Title: Tala Prophecy: The Complete Series
Author: Tia Silverthorne Bach
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2017 
Determination or Weakness

Dreams or Nightmares

Fight or Flight

Life or Death
It will take a combination of choice and Fate to save the world...

Seventeen-year-old Reagan struggles to determine reality from nightmare.

She thought one night changed her life forever, but her fate was written long ago. Destiny may have determined her fate, but she refuses to allow it to define her path.

To defeat evil, she must embrace her role in its destruction and trust in guidance from above.

In doing so, a battle cry emerges: With Faith, We Fight.








Tia Silverthorne Bach has been married to her college sweetheart for twenty years, has three beautiful girls, and adores living in the breathtaking state of Colorado. Her daughters were born in Chicago, San Diego, and Baltimore; and she feels fortunate to have called many places home. She believes in fairy tales and happy endings and is an avid reader and rabid grammar hound.
She is an award-winning, multi-genre author and an Editor for Indie Books Gone Wild. From an early age, she escaped into books and believes they can be the source of healing and strength. If she’s not writing, you can find her on the tennis court, at the movies, reading a good book, or spooning Jif peanut butter right out of the jar.

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