Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Love's Promise by Melissa Storm Book Blitz and Giveaway

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Love's Promise
By Melissa Storm

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Love's Promsie
(The First Street Church Romances #2)
by Melissa Storm
Christian Contemporary Romance
ebook, 192 pages
March 7th 2017 by Partridge & Pear Press

She's waiting for her prince to come … but was he right beside her all the time?

Kristina Rose Maher wants to know why fairytales never happen for fat girls. Certain that diner cook Jeff, handsome and fit, will never want her as more than a friend, she stuffs down her attraction to him. But when she finds herself facing a life-altering weight loss surgery, she discovers she's willing to do whatever it takes to embrace life—and love—to the fullest.

Jeffrey Berkley can't bear the thought of losing the friend he’s only just beginning to realize matters so much to him… no matter what size she is. But he is also terrified that helping her reach for her dreams will also mean finally reaching for his own—and letting down his family’s legacy in the process.

Both Kristina Rose and Jeffrey must learn to love themselves before they can find a way to make a promise to each other. Will they finally be able to lay their heavy burdens at the Lord's feet, and trust him to bring the happily-ever-after they both crave?

Don't miss this sweet tale of faith, love, and gastric bypass–get your copy of Love's Promise today!

Excerpt

Chapter 1

“Order’s up!” Jeffrey bellowed from the kitchen as he slid a pair of plates into the window that looked out upon Mabel’s Old-Fashioned Diner.

“That was fast,” Kristina Rose said with a smile as she loaded up her round serving tray with condiments and extra napkins, then grabbed the meals he had prepared. Her teeth gleamed white against her dark complexion. The added contrast made Kristina’s smiles seem all the more special. Jeff had never been sure why, but he’d always appreciated the little jolt her happiness sent rushing through him.

“Gotta be fast,” he responded without missing a beat. “Mabel’s got a reputation to uphold, after all. And, besides, I’m starved. Gonna whip something up and take a late lunch. Want to join me? I can just as easily cook for two as I can one.”

The corners of her mouth fell, and Kristina let out a slow sigh. “I wish,” she muttered. “I started my liquid diet this morning. I’m only allowed protein drinks and chicken broth… and water, of course.”

“Sorry, sorry, I forgot!” He shooed her toward the waiting customers. Now that she’d mentioned it, he had noticed her step become a bit slower, her tray droop lower than usual.

She’d be going in for surgery later that week and absent from the diner for at least a month while she recovered. Their boss, Mabel, had insisted on it. Part of him wondered why she had even come into work at all if she’d already started her pre-surgery fast, but the answer seemed obvious enough. She’d already be missing out on a month of income as she recovered, and for a young woman living on her own, well, she needed every dollar she could scrimp and save.

And while they liked many of the same things, lived in the same city, and even came from two of the only non-white families in town, they were also different in a lot of ways, too. For starters, Kristina Rose had grown up in their tiny town of Sweet Grove, Texas, whereas Jeff hadn’t shown up until high school when his parents took over the old pharmacy downtown. He was close with his parents, always had been, but Kristina had never known her father and always seemed to prickle whenever Jeffrey asked after her mother.

But that was none of Jeff’s business, of course.

Read the rest of first three chapters HERE.

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About the Author


Melissa Storm is a mother first, and everything else second. Her fiction is highly personal and often based on true stories. Writing is Melissa's way of showing her daughter just how beautiful life can be, when you pay attention to the everyday wonders that surround us.

Melissa loves books so much, she married fellow author Falcon Storm. Between the two of them, there are always plenty of imaginative, awe-inspiring stories to share. When she's not reading, writing, or child-rearing, Melissa spends time relaxing at home in the company of her four dogs, four parrots, and rescue cat. She never misses an episode of The Bachelor or her nightly lavender-infused soak in the tub. Because priorities.

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BREAKING THE SEVENTH by Allie Gail ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Breaking the Seventh
Author: Allie Gail
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 8, 2017
 
Blurb
He's hot, blue-eyed and butt naked.

Did I mention he's naked? And I've never seen the guy before in my life! So why is he doing the backstroke in my neighbor's pool?

Myles Bellamy may be a walking wet dream, but turns out he's got the temperament of a bull shark. And yet every time I clash with the new next-door Neanderthal, I find myself fantasizing about all the dirty things he could do to me. Really dumb on my part, considering the timing...

She's certifiably nuts.

I'm not kidding. That chick is wonkier than Willy’s chocolate factory. Between her head-banging music, smoke alarms going off during séances and the dog I'm pretty sure she trained to crap on my lawn, I'm about ready to give Leah Whitfield a piece of my mind. Or better yet, a piece of me. Because every time I catch her sunbathing in that barely-there bikini, my resolve turns to dust.

And her excuse for turning me down? Her birthday's coming up. According to Leah’s weird and warped logic, that day is supposedly cursed.

See what I mean? I can't even...
Excerpt
Without taking my eyes off the V between her thighs, I squeeze some more sunscreen into my hand and start on the other leg.
“You’re wasting your time, you know,” she murmurs.
“How so?”
“You aren’t getting into my pants, Mr. Bellamy.”
“You aren’t wearing any pants, buttercup.”
“Well, then. I was right, wasn’t I?”
Sometimes this girl is really hard to interpret.
No. Scratch sometimes. I can never figure out what she’s trying to say!
“Speaking of which – did you happen to bring over my clothes?”
“No.” My fingers wander dangerously close to the tempting hollow between her inner thigh and the edge of her swimsuit. “I left them in the dryer.”
“The dryer? What, you washed them?”
“Yes.”
“Oka-ay…that was nice of you, but you really didn’t have to do that. I had just put them on. They weren’t dirty.”
“They were when I got done with them.”
It’s all I can do to keep a straight face when her lips part in astonishment. “Come again?”
“And again,” I confess softly, a devious smile unfurling across my face.
Pushing the sunglasses up, she stares at me wide-eyed. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?”
“Myles.” She gives me a slight shake of her head, as if trying to determine whether or not I’m putting her on. “What…um, exactly what did you do?”
“Well, let’s see now. There are a number of subtle illustrations I could use to describe what transpired last night. Sanding wood…debugging the hard drive…applying the hand brakes…taking a load off…”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Liquidating the inventory…”
“You cannot be serious.”
“Straining the main vein…”
“Myles!” She’s laughing now, but somehow I manage to maintain a straight face. I’ll leave it to her to decide whether or not I’m joking.
I’m not, of course.
And I’m not the least bit repentant of the fact that after she waltzed her bare ass off my property last night, I took those lacy red panties inside, wrapped them around the hard-on she produced and jacked off all over them.
I’ve decided I may just keep them.
“Did you really?” She gazes at me speculatively, and I detect a distinct flicker of interest in her eyes.
I merely smile while sliding an erroneous finger along her bikini line. By now her thighs are well oiled and I am aching – fucking aching – to slip my hand inside the swimsuit and make sure every inch of her is covered in a sheen of Hawaiian Tropic.
She tries to keep her voice neutral, but I can hear the slight catch in it when she tells me, “You're pushing your luck there, Sparky.”
Maybe so, but I notice she hasn't made a move to push my hand away.
“Are you gonna try and tell me you don’t hitchhike to heaven every now and then?” I prod her teasingly.
“Quite the wordsmith of pocket pinball, aren’t you?”
“I have my moments.”
“So do I. And if you really must know, I had quite the moment last night.”
“Is that right?”
“Twice, actually.”
“You don’t say.” I continue massaging her thigh, letting my index finger run along the perimeter of her bikini bottom. Almost, almost sliding underneath the fabric. Close, but not quite. “Something in particular get you all hot and bothered?”
The look she gives me is one of dewy-eyed innocence. “No more than usual. I hitchhike to heaven, as you put it, on a pretty regular basis.”
I am never going to make it to Pensacola on time.
“Dealing with a little sexual frustration, are we?” I may as well include myself in this. After all, the thought of what she would look like in the throes of a self-imposed orgasm is bringing about the most agonizing case of blue balls I’ve ever experienced.
Unable to resist, I allow my errant hand to test her boundaries a little further.
Wandering just beneath the edge of her swimsuit, I brush a fingertip lightly against the soft, delicate folds hidden beneath. Her breath hitches, eyelashes fluttering for the briefest of moments. It’s probably a good thing I’m wearing constrictive jeans – otherwise I’d be pitching one hell of an impressive tent right about now.
“You tell me. I’m not the one with the raging boner, am I?” Her gaze drops to the obvious bulge in my pants before sweeping back up to eye me with a smirk.
“Maybe not…” Leaning in closer to her, I lower my voice to a whisper. “…but I’d bet the whole fucking farm that if I moved my fingers just a fraction of an inch, they’d find one very wet and willing feline.”
Smiling sweetly, she whispers back, “As far as I know, you don’t own a farm. So if you want to keep those fingers attached to your hand, then I would suggest you take them out of my bathing suit right now, Mr. Bellamy.”
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About the Author
Born and raised in rural Alabama, Allie Gail currently resides in the panhandle of Florida with her schmexy blue-eyed hubby, where they are currently being held hostage by a crabby gray entity disguised as a cat. (If you’re reading this – send help! Oh, and tuna. Send lots of tuna.) Always an obsessive reader, she took to her keyboard on a whim back in 2012 and hasn’t stopped pecking away since. Romance is her genre of choice, though she does harbor a soft spot for paranormal.

When she isn’t busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, Allie can usually be found snuggled up to her hubby watching cheesy B-movie horror, helping out with the family business or playing online RPG games while indulging her hopeless addiction to Tootsie Rolls.

In other words, she’s a total nerd.

Don’t fault her that, though. Her paladin will someday save the world. Or at the very least, have an awesome set of matching plate armor.


Blog Tour and Giveaway for Ghost Touch by LA Dragoni



Ghost Touch
by LA Dragoni

GENRE: Paranormal Romance




For fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.

Each time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?



An unnatural blue-white light spilled outward, making her squint. Blinding bright in the center, it faded to murky shadows in the corners. Tamara’s heart all but stopped when shapes developed within the bright center. A crowd of people surged forward, scattering in all directions across her yard.

There were so many. Panic filled Tamara while she tried to figure out what to do, how to defend herself against so many. Who were all these people? Why had they been in her barn? Why is that man digging?

“Hey, stop!” she yelled.

A woman in a torn red dress stumbled up the hill reminding Tamara of herself in last night’s dream. The woman’s long blond hair streamed behind her in the windless night. She continually glanced over her shoulder, a terrified expression gnarling her beautiful face, though no one pursued her.

Then a single man sauntered forward, his attention intent on Tamara. The bright light behind him made it impossible for her to make out any detail, but his manner seemed equal parts commanding and relaxed. Her heart fluttered madly, and she felt the muzzle of the rifle dip toward the ground as she considered fleeing. A flat, wide-brimmed cowboy hat sat straight on his head. Well-worn leather chaps covered his bowed legs. Strange clicking noises accompanied him across the lawn. As he drew closer his image sharpened. When Tamara saw his face, she lowered the gun barrel. “Sheesh, I am dreaming.”

She looked into the skinless face of her latest nightmare.

“Ma’am, I can assure you, this is no dream.”



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

LA Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure to sift through her storytelling brain.



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Blog Tour Ex-Con Times Two Jay S, Wilder & Bella Love-Wins







Title - Ex-Con Times Two: A Dark Bad Boy MFM Romance
Authors - Jay S. Wilder & Bella Love-Wins 

Genre -  Dark MFM Romance 





We’re supposed to be on our best behavior, but 

things are about to get filthy with our sweet little

 virgin.

Hunter
When you’ve had a rough life like I have,

 doing hard time is pretty much a guarantee

. I’m an ex-con. It’s like one of those dirty littl
e
 secrets I hate sharing. I don’t expect any

 breaks or a happy ending, but good fortune

 comes our way for the first time in, well… ever
.
Then I meet Katelynn.

A good girl
.
Katelynn is sweet, shy, and way too young.

 She’s barely legal, but I can’t help wanting to

 live out every filthy fantasy on her innocent

, virgin body


Correction. We can’t
.
Because my ex-con best friend, Jake, and I like

 to share one woman.
Our kitten.

We find out that someone wants to harm her.

 Now that we’ve claimed her for ourselves, no

 one gets to touch her.
Not on our watch
.
To hell with parole violations. We’ll break

 every rule to keep her alive.


*Authors’ Note: Ex-Con Times Two is a full 

length standalone with no cliffhangers and a

 guaranteed happy ever after ending. This is a

 MFM full-length ménage romance that is all

 about the woman. There are no M/M scenes.

 This story is all about TWO hot bad boy ex-

cons who fall for the same woman...





Katelynn 

The sound of Jake turning the lock on the door behind him reminds me that he’s here. With us. Watching. My eyes open part way and meet his. He doesn’t look away. Those eyes pierce my skull and hold me in one spot. He’s liking this? I guess he’s into watching. 
And I must be into being watched. 
The idea makes me drenched between my thighs, dripping wet and wondering how in the world I’m so calm about all of this. Good Lord. I’m kissing one man and lusting over another at the same time. How did I ever get myself into this situation? And what does it mean? Do I like Hunter? Or Jake? And hell, what on earth are they thinking about me? About us? 
There’s no time to explore these questions right now. Jake closes the distance between us with two ground-eating steps. He drags off his hat and rests it on the counter beside the sinks as Hunter breaks our kiss and steps aside for Jake to replace him. Jesus Jones, they’re taking turns on me? Hunter’s okay with letting Jake…have me? I’m so turned on from their proximity and as a result of this out of the box sensual experience that I don’t want to stop. 
Kissing one man is hot. 
Kissing two men back-to-back? Well it’s sexy as hell. 
I tilt my face up towards Jake’s. My lips part. My breathing is quickened as Jake lowers his face to mine, and takes my lips in a possessive, hungry, open-mouthed kiss—right in front of Hunter. His hands wander up to my shoulders, slowly making its way down my arms, until they loop around my waist and drag me in tight. Then I feel a flood of warmth behind me. It’s Hunter. His chest is touching my back, and the heat of his groin is at my lower back, and oh God, his hands are covering my shoulders from behind. My fingers grip the sides of Jake’s t-shirt for balance. I’m dizzy from not breathing, but I don’t want to stop for something as minor as air. 
After some time, Jake pulls from the kiss, his hazel eyes shining down at me like the sun as I gasp for air. 
Hunter nudges his lips at my ear again. “We want you, Katelynn.” 
My stomach does a full flip. “Both of you?” I ask, still looking up at Jake. 
“Yes,” Jake rumbles. “At the same time. We like to share.” 
“You want to share…me?” 
He nods, and I have to suck in a breath and hold it in tight. Jake and Hunter want me. At the same time. And the kicker is, now that he’s said it, I can’t get the image of two men taking me out of my head. 
Two men. 
For my first time. 
I can barely breathe. 
My knees are weak. 
I’m falling apart... at the hands of two men.








Jay S. Wilder  writes erotic bad boy and billionaire romance, and dark MFM menage romance that's all about the woman. The darker, the better. Just the way you like it. Sign up for updates, new releases, free books and hot promotions at jayswilder.com.




Bella  Love-Wins is a USA Today Bestselling author (Alphas for the Holidays, Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy, and Shifters in the Shadows). She loves writing steamy, high-action romance stories about bad boys, billionaires, and alpha males who know what they want and aren't afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest. She craves a happy ever after ending. In her spare time, Bella enjoys reading, hiking, the countryside, and traveling to destinations unspoiled by commercial tourism, like Las Vegas. 

For the next while, you'll find her plotting and writing about her latest stories in Toronto.









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Beast by Mary Catherine Gebhard Pre-order Blitz and Giveaway

 



Book Title: Beast 
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard 
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance 
Release Date: March 14, 2017 
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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book blurb


Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.

I thought selling myself to a mafia boss was noble. So what if they called him the Beast? I grew up in rags, and he would lift me to riches. All I had to do was give him my soul.

He was punishing. Insatiable. Captivating. Nothing like I expected him to be. Each day my reality blurred, leaving me wondering if I was slave or princess.

The longer I stayed, the more I lost myself to him. Even after every cruelty the Beast visited upon me, I longed for his touch. Even after every savage word he spoke, I begged for his lips. I thought the worst thing he could take was my body. I was too naïve to guard my heart.

Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.

Now I know better than to speak of happily-ever-afters.

Beast is the first book in the Hate Story duet. About what it means to fall in love with the person who has absolutely destroyed you, it contains disturbing and graphic situations that may be a trigger for some.






meet the author

Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.
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