Saturday, March 11, 2017

If You Want It by Kathryn Lively Release Blitz and Giveaway


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Book Title: If You Want It 
Author: Kathryn Lively 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: March 10, 2017 
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The days when people called Winnie Segal “Sea Cow” are long over. She’s still a big gal, and everybody around her’s gone all PC and “Yay, body acceptance,” but once in a while something dredges up a bad memory. This time, the trigger is Cory Levane, former high school star quarterback and current NFL legend, former high school crush. After a triumphant career he’s come home to show off, so Winnie thinks. She’d rather design and sell her artwork than give a damn, yet the garden in which she grows her damns thrives.

After one month of early retirement, Cory is climbing the walls. He thought coming home would provide cheer and inspire him to plan his future, but people treat him like a celebrity instead of an actual person. He’s happy about one thing, though: Winnie Segal hasn’t changed—she’s still gorgeous and funny as ever, and talented. If he weren’t so damn tongue-tied around her he’d let her know.

The opportunity to work together on a project has Cory anxious to get closer, and leaves Winnie suspicious of his motives. Winnie doesn’t let comments about her weight get to her as much these days, and while Cory never made fun of her in school, he never attempted to start a friendship, either.

Winnie keeps a tight hold on her heart, and Cory knows it will take more than his football skills to get her to pass it to him.
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“I hate that ringtone,” Winnie cursed. For the dozenth time in the space of an hour, her phone emitted a squeaky clown’s horn to alert her to yet more interference from Marcy in her personal life. She’d change the noise, but the other options programmed into her phone sounded equally or more annoying.

Besides, Zeppo preferred this particular tone over the others. To him, the brassy tootle of an incoming text probably resembled the call of an approaching ice cream truck. Even now, his floppy ears perked up and his attention diverted to the window.

“Zeppo, come here, boy.” She snapped her fingers and the beagle loped closer with a whine of disappointment. “I know, sweetie, but vet’s orders. No more people food.”

Zeppo settled on the area rug near her, and she checked her phone. Has he called yet? The question appeared in a blue speech bubble with a second one percolating underneath it. Marcy wanted to chat, never mind they parted company after the market. Winnie’s thumb hovered over the keypad before she changed her mind and set it beside her. What answer would satisfy her cousin? If she said yes it opened the door for Marcy to press for detailswhat did he say, are you going to meet, what will you wear? Telling the truth would likely lead to less gracious demands—why don’t you call him?
Because I just want to read my damn book and enjoy what was left of my Saturday. Winnie let the rest of her imagined conversation with Marcy play out into her head until she deemed herself fit to give the romance novel she bought yesterday her full attention. Two pages in, after she read the same paragraph twice, the paperback joined the phone in a growing “out of sight, out of mind” pile.

The same couldn’t be said for Cory. Winnie stretched with a loud, keening yawn on the sofa, curled to her side, and closed her eyes. Say she called Cory, then what? She’d bring up the children’s book and suggest a tweak to the plot line, and he’d return with oh, I wasn’t serious about that. I thought Marcy was kidding around. She’d feel like a jackass for wasting his time, he’d get her name wrong saying goodbye and hang up. The end.

Another honk, like a strangled goose calling for help, filled the silence. Marcy’s persistence baffled her. So what if she crushed on the guy back in high school? It didn’t mean Marcy had to scheme to get them together now. Cory’s presence in St. Florence was likely temporary, and Winnie had no designs to follow him anywhere. What was the point in that? She appreciated Marcy’s concern for her single state, but she’d done fine on her own all these years.

Since hanging her own shingle as a designer, she made enough to buy her home. Granted, real estate in St. Florence was much cheaper than in nearby Waynesboro and Charlottesville, and the house might double as a garage in a rich man’s backyard, but it belonged to Winnie Segal. She had a deed with her name on it and the freedom to hammer a nail in any of the walls enclosing her ample behind.

The face painting brought in income for guilty pleasures, like the occasional pair of strappy heels and concert tickets. Also books. Digital, discounted hardcovers, and recent arrivals at Between the Pages in “downtown” St. Florence—be the covers shiny and slick or tattered and curled from an avid reader’s love. But if Winnie harbored any guilt in that department it was overbuying mass market romances by the grocery sack before finishing what she’d purchased the prior week.

Guilt? Nah.

While she hardly burned up the social scene in Shenandoah, she refused to accept the spinster label. She dated once in a while, and just because the few men she’d seen over the years didn’t pan out into deeper relationships, she didn’t see her life as incomplete.

Lonely at times, sure, but she was holding off on ordering the cat lady starter kit until the new year. Of course, she said that last year.

Honk! went the phone. Up went Zeppo’s head, his eyes wide with hope.



Winnie sighed. Even Krusty the Clown gave the horn a rest. She snatched up her phone, mentally working out a tart response to her cousin when she noticed a different name attached to this text bubble.

Cory wanted to know, How are you, Winnie?

Good question. She waffled between the safe and brief fine and revealing how her heart rate shot from zero to sixty and her fingers shook to type one letter. She settled on the former response so as not to frighten him and processed this new development. This, she reasoned, served as the contemporary equivalent to receiving a note in class.

Thank goodness she was alone. If Marcy saw this text, the ensuing squeals would pierce her eardrums.
I was thinking about the book and I have a few ideas I’d like to run by you. Winnie waited a moment, and Cory continued texting about the Lost Girls Brewery near Crozet. Winnie knew practically every winery within a twenty-mile radius of her house, but in recent years Albemarle and Nelson counties boasted a fair number of craft brew houses, some of which served food along with their small-batch saisons and stouts. Since she had little taste for beer, she had yet to visit any.

The thing setting Lost Girls apart from other Virginia breweries, as the name implied, was the fact it was owned and operated entirely by women. Winnie heard an all-female motorcycle gang used the place as a front for a variety of dubious activities, everything ranging from adult video production to marijuana cultivation. Considering Marcy as her main source of information, Winnie took it all in with skepticism.

Eh, what the hell? How often did a nice girl from St. Florence get invited to a biker chick brewery? I can GPS directions. Twenty minutes okay? After receiving the yes, she swung her legs to the floor and slapped her thighs to alert Zeppo.
“Hey, buddy. Let’s go for a ride.”
Zeppo’s tail swished back and forth, and he jittered on all fours. She didn’t use her “off to the vet” voice, so he was up for anything.

Winnie grabbed her purse and the leash hanging from the coat hook near the door. She’d let Cory buy her first and only round and hear him out. Marcy could hear about this from somebody else.
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meet the author

Kathryn Lively has worked professionally as a writer and editor for over twenty years. She writes mystery novels, comic novels, romance stories, and suspense. She has also edited romance novels for several publishers and independent authors.

Things you need to know about Kathryn Lively:

I am the author of several novels and stories. Currently I self-publish and have works through Totally Bound and (later in 2017) Decadent Publishing.

I have edited stories and novels for various digital-first houses, including Mundania Press/Phaze Books, JMS Books, and the now defunct All Romance eBooks. I also work with independent authors.

I have seen every episode of M*A*S*H at least four times. I’ll binge watch it again, make no mistake.

My work in SEO began before Google launched. I have well over ten years of experience in online marketing.

I minored in German in college and continue to learn the language. I aim for fluency but will be happy with a strong reading knowledge.

I knit Doctor Who scarves. I am currently working on a fourth one.

I enjoy reading historical fiction and biographies.

I have seen Rush in concert ten times. Voluntarily.

I am working on my next book. Always.

I enjoy making lists.
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Soul Mates by Nadine Nightingale Release Day Launch and Giveaway

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Title: Soul Mates
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Day: March 10th
  About Soul Mates: 
Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that.   He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until—   The truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness. untitled

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I let go of the phone and press the heels of my hands against my temples. Anxiety is a bitch, and I better pull it together before I turn into the witch version of Holden Caulfield. Not that I have anything against the too smart, self-aware protagonist of The Catcher in the Rye, but I firmly believe teen angst should have an expiration date. I look at the digital clock on my nightstand, and my stomach dips a bit. In a little more than an hour, I’m supposed to sit in Penrose’s lecture. DeLuca will be there too, asking questions like, “Why did you whisper some dude’s name while I had you pinned against the closet?” Good times. Can’t avoid the inevitable. Gathering the last bits of energy buzzing through my numb body, I get up and stumble to the bathroom. I climb in the shower. Dipping my head back, I embrace the hot water pouring down my lethargic skin, but every time I close my eyes, I shiver. The blood, the torn flesh, and the fiery eyes haunt me. I turn the faucet, increasing the temperature from hot to I’m-gonna-end-up-in-the-ER-with-second- degree-burns. Why does shit like this keep happening to me? Did I not pay my karmic dues when I helped Alex save Jesse and those kids? Don’t I deserve a freakin’ breather? Some plus points on the cosmic scale? I rest my head against the shower wall, hoping the heat will burn away all the shit that’s bothering me. It doesn’t. Nothing can wash away the void this premonition has left inside me. The hot spray smears the makeup from last night. The scent of my jasmine perfume is replaced by the harsh smell of sandalwood soap. Hell, how I wish everything else would go away as easily. It won’t. Yeah, and I gotta stop pretending it will. By the time I wrap my hair in a towel and slap on a little makeup, I’m certain of three things: I need to get rid of DeLuca before his I’m-a-lovesick-obsessed- asshole act gets worse, my new life sucks, and I will call Alex, consequences be damned. I just put on my panties and bra when loud banging against the front door startles me. Bonnie is still fast asleep, the Nun has a key, and I’m not expecting any visitors. I step into loose jeans, pull a sweater over my head, and walk out of the bathroom. One thing’s for sure; whoever is knocking doesn’t know a thing about patience. The door vibrates, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say someone’s trying to break it down. “Jesus freakin’ Christ, I’m coming.” I yank the door open, ready to unload a shitload of anger, but when my brain processes what my eyes see, I can neither move nor talk. Blood. Bruises. More blood. Alex.  

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Bonnie aka the thing inside her steps forward, the shadow dog on her heel. “I won’t harm your friend, love. You have my word.” Then it approaches James Dean Wannabe. “You were saying?” 
“We stopped when we saw the mark.”
“Of course you did,” the thing says.
This whole I’m-looking-at-my-best-friend-but-listening-to-a-demon thing creeps me out.
“Can we leave?” Chucky asks. “It was clearly a mistake.”
Mamba-Guy nods. “My bad. Won’t happen again.” “It won’t,” the thing confirms. “Your business in this club draws to an end. Demon-strip-paradise will be shut down.” 
I’m hit by a bolt of lightning. The men upstairs weren’t men at all. They’re all demons. That’s why they stared at me. It’s why my ankh hurt, too. 
Mamba-Guy lifts his gaze. “But—” 
The thing inside Bonnie wiggles her index finger, and the dude’s mouth snaps shut. 
I smell the fear of the other demons. It poisons the air like acid rain. “We never meant to cross you,” James Dean Wannabe whines. 
“I’m afraid...” The ground shakes as if an earthquake is hitting the city. “It’s too late for apologies.” The thing raises Bonnie’s hands in the air, and the demons levitate. 
“Don’t do this,” Chucky begs.The thing laughs. “Rule number one in hell?” “Show no mercy,” James Dean Wannabe blurts out.

The thing winks at him. “Exactly.” Then the demons fly against the wall. The impact is so hard I hear their bones cracking. What happens next is a freaking nightmare. The shadow dog jumps at them. Blood splatters. Teeth sink into rotten skin. Screams penetrate the night. Then there’s silence. 
I look over the mutilated bodies. All I see is blood and more blood. They’re deader than dead. “Shit,” I hiss as my best friend approaches me. 
“Sorry about the mess.” It shrugs. “But I hate when someone touches my things.” The shadow dog is by its side. The demon pats its head, and the dog leans in. 
“W-who are you?” I stammer, surprised I still have a voice. 
A sinister smile tugs at its lips. “Your question should be what can you do for me, love.” 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I shouldn’t yell at a demon who just killed six of his kind and has a hellhound as a pet, but lunacy corrupts my brain. 
It stops a few feet in front of me and tilts its head to the side. “All in good time, love.” 

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I pull the St. John’s wort and a couple of fresh gauze pads out of my bag. “I’m gonna take a look at your chest.” 
“You can look wherever you want. I ain’t got nothing to hide.” His voice is smoky. 
I sit down next to him and rub some of the sticky stuff onto his cuts, deliberately ignoring the blackish veins. “How long?” I ask, not meeting his eyes. I’m crazy, not suicidal. 
“How long what?” 
I tape the gauze pads to his chest. “How long since you got laid, Alex?” 
“By you?” He flashes me a sexy-as-hell smile. “Too. Damn. Long.” 
“I’m not going to fall for your shit, Alex.” 
The playfulness in his eyes flickers out of existence. “You sure you and Pony-Boy aren’t exclusive?” 
I untangle my hair tie and put it on the nightstand. “This DeLuca obsession of yours is getting real awkward. Want me to call him and see if he’s up for a date?” 
He leans against the headboard. “What a funny bunny we are today.” 
I turn and look him in the eye. “Cut it out, Alex. I don’t wanna fight.” Not after the news I just got. Not after the shadow I saw. Not five days before he goes to hell.
He raises his brows. “Are you okay?”
I climb under the sheets. “Yes, hunter-heroic. I am. 
Now move to your bed.”
He turns on his side, resting his head on one elbow. 
“Are you really throwing me out of your bed when I only have five days to live? That would be plain cruelty.” 
I pull the blanket over my chest. “Do whatever the hell you want, but make no mistake, this ain’t no invitation for sex.” 
He smiles. “Damn shame.” 
I frown. Sure, it’s dumber than dumb to sleep next to a guy who drives my lady parts crazy, but he’s hurt and I don’t want to sleep alone. Maybe I did hallucinate, and there was no shadow. Maybe the bulb flickered because it was about to burst. But what if my mind hasn’t played tricks on me? What if there really was someone in the hallway? One of the hunters looking for me or worse, the demon from Rick’s Cabaret? 
I reach for the lamp. “You good to sleep?” He nods and I switch off the light, bathing the room in darkness. 
For a while, we’re both quiet, me trying to sleep, him watching me like a hawk. I literally feel Alex’s gaze roaming over me. It makes me all kinds of giddy and restless. 
His leg brushes against mine. “Manda?”
“Hm?”
“What’s with you and your family?”
I dig my nails into the sheets and glare at the ceiling. What is it with him and his sudden interest in my personal life? 
“Manda?” 
Exasperation simmers under my cool fa├žade. “My sister and I, we don’t get along. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re from two different planets.” 
“What about your mom?” 
Why do I feel like I’m being interrogated by Detective Bitcher? I mean, I don’t ask him about the mysterious sister Diana mentioned. “Haven’t seen her since she threw me out of the house four years ago. It’s very unlikely—as in demons-and-angels-make-out unlikely—I will see her anytime soon. Can’t ruin her picture-perfect family for her new rich husband.” 
He sighs loudly. “Wow, she really threw you out of the house?” He pauses, probably wrapping his head around the reality I call life. “What could possibly justify a mother treating her own flesh and blood like that?” 
I don’t want to talk about Mother Dearest or my past. Alex is a stubborn son of a bitch, though. He’ll never let me sleep until he gets what he craves—an answer. “Before I was born,” I explain, voice trembling. “My mom had a vision.” 
“She had the same gift as you?” Alex queries. 
“No.” I’m not sure why the hell I’m telling him any of this. “She only had visions when she was pregnant with me. Anyway, I was some sort of queen of the underworld, bringing upon the end of the world.” I turn, facing the bathroom door, and close my eyes. “Probably doesn’t surprise you, huh?” 
His hand travels from my shoulder down to my fingers. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. “No kid deserves to grow up like that.” 
I swallow the desire to conquer his mouth. I ignore the heat rising in my belly. “Get some sleep, Alex.” 
He throws an arm across me, pulling me against his warm chest. I try to resist, but it’s been a while since I felt so good. “Night,” he whispers, his body melting with mine. 
I stare into the darkness and try to get a grip on my heartbeat. Why does he have to be so close? Why can’t he see having him in my bed, knowing I will never have him in my life, is fucking torture? I close my eyes. 
One sheep. 
Alex’s hand wanders over my ribs, down to my hips. 
Two sheep. 
His fingers brush my leg. 
Three sheep. 
He draws tiny circles on my inner thigh. 
Ah, fuck the sheep! 
I throw the blanket to the side and sit up on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling over the gross carpet. 
“Move your ass back to bed,” he orders, patting the free spot next to him. 
“The mattress is too soft,” I lie. “I’ll try the other one.” 

He murmurs something about me being full of bullshit, but I ignore him because I can no longer ignore the need in my loins. 



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Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow. Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May 2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop. Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.    

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Biker's Librarian by Shyla Colt Review Tour

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Title: Biker's Librarian
Series: Lord's of Mayhem
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: MC Romance
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Release Date : March 2, 2017

Recovered from an abusive relationship, Juliette Moore is ready to live life on her own terms. Successful, intelligent, and slightly timid, she makes a pact with her best friends to seize the day. She gets more than she bargained in the tall, dark, and dangerous biker Shooter. Drawn to her purity and charm, Shooter, finds himself smitten before he knows what’s happening. With his claim firmly placed, he’s ready to go to war when she’s threatened by a madman from her past. Together they weather life’s storms and find common ground as they merge their two very different worlds.



We are starting off by saying that this is a new author for us and that we really enjoyed this first novel by her.I really loved it.Looking forward to future reads by her.

One of the things I liked about this story is when two complete opposites meet but have amazing chemistry together. A librarian and Biker who would have thought that they would have anything in common.Who would have thought that a librarian could be sexy too a Biker but, the sparks this couple had scorched the pages.

I always pick a favorite character in a story and mine is going to be Shooter.I choose him because he was just sexy as hell.When he spoke with that velvety voice it made a girls panties wet.When he spoke the only thing a girl would have on her mind would be jumping that bad boys bones.

Shooter had all those bad boy traits that makes a girl want to walk on the wild side.We saw a totally different side to him though.I found him to be patient,kind,possessive,love able,smoking hot,endearing but also had one big heart.
Shooter has closed off his heart but, after meeting Juliette his hearts starts to thaw and we see him opening up little by little.I loved Shooter's interactions with Juliette they were sweet,gentle,possessive,commanding all wrapped up into that one big scary and dangerous biker.I also loved how he could be patient and kind and understanding.Don't get me wrong we saw the dangerous parts of him enough but, he understood what Juliette's past was like so he toned himself down a bit in order for him not to scare her.This made him so sweet .How could a girl not fall for him right then and there.All his qualities just made him more love-able.We saw the most growth in his character throughout the entire story.

I loved Juliette's character as well.Juliette could be sweet,kind,fun loving,and had a rare innocence about her.I loved her interactions with her friends.As a reader the interactions and playfulness give us more then a few smiles along with some laughs as well. Juliette had that wholesome feel about her but, she was a girl that came from a very complicated past full of verbal and physical abuse.This past if hers constantly intervened with her current situations.In doing so it made her current relationship with Shooter tense at times.She treated a judged Shooter for someone else's past deeds constantly which was so unfair to him when he was trying so hard to be supportive.Even though he understood the situation it made for tense encounters but he treated those episodes as he normally did with patience and kindness.I really felt bad for both of these character's and my heart went out to both of them for their past betrayals is just one more thing this couple had in common.

I always wondered what really attracted Juliette to Shooter.His good looks, that bad boy aura,that velvety voice,that danger he represented?I think it was more that she could find someone to trust and protect her and be open with.Him being dangerous and his protective instinct made her feel safe something that she hadn't felt in a really long time.You would think with a touch of this kind of man in her past she would stay clear of a man like him.Shooter's dangerous aura though worked in a positive light in this couples relationship creating that safe environment for her which she needed to feel.I think all in all these things and his protective nature and possessiveness along with their amazing chemistry won her heart in the end.But, in the end she felt safe with him something she hadn't felt in a really long time.Prop's to shooter for accomplishing that.

I love a story were opposites and attract and make a relationship work.Their different personalities helped them learn for one another to make them both whole again.They found themselves doing things that they would not normally do but, and tries to put the other first in most cases.All the character's were engaging and added just what the story needed to keep your interest.You have Juliette's friends the straitlaced good girls and then the dangerous bad boys mixing together making things quite interesting.I love when your able to connect with the character's you read about and I was able to do that with this cast of character's.I liked that it made you have a vested interest in their future.I would love to read more about the other brothers as well in the near future.

Danger,romance twist and turns,love,healing,betrayals and secrets coming to life graced the pages of this story making it quite the page turner.The sexual tension and sparks and the chemistry this couple had added that touch of erotica to the story that heated a girls lion's enough to make this one hell of a hot read as well.Loved it from beginning to end.

5 star read from us
Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She's always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. 
After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household. 
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
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