Thursday, January 29, 2015

LOVE, LIES, AND DECEPTION by L.P. Dover - New Cover + Excerpt and sale!


Love, Lies and Deception has a brand new sexy cover!




What do you do when the one person you thought you knew turns out to be the one you knew the least?

Twenty-three year old Marissa Chase, and soon to be college graduate, has everything going for her: wonderful friends, a lucrative degree, and a chance to explore the world. What made it even better – or so she thought – was when her path crossed with the alluring Alec Holden. Unable to stay away from him, Marissa experiences a love like no other, and falls into his world of passion and intrigue. However, things begin to shift when this path takes a deadly turn.

Her trust is put to the test when hidden dangers unfold before her, revealing secrets that have been buried for years. Secrets that were meant to stay hidden. Murder, lies, and betrayal … will Marissa figure it all out in time and escape with her life intact, or will she be too late and fall into the trap of deception?













Bending low, he continued his torturous teasing by breathing across my neck. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips connected with the tender flesh at my collarbone. I shivered as the chill bumps fanned across my skin and made me weak. His voice in my ear immediately counteracted the chills. “If you want to call this dating, then I think that usually requires a little bit of touching, does it not?”
My breathing accelerated as Alec’s body grew flush with mine, leaning dangerously against me. He tilted my head back slightly so I had to look into his face. Slowly, I placed my hands on his hips, and instead of touching the waist of his jeans I was met with the bare skin of his body where his shirt had lifted up.
Holy shit, his skin felt hot! I could feel the ridges on his sides where they disappeared beneath his jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to trail my tongue down the contours of his muscles.
With hooded eyes, and a raspy, breathless voice, I replied, “I’m sure it’s customary to withstand some touching, but not too much since I don’t know you very well.” I said it, but my body didn’t really mean it, and he could tell I was lying to myself.
Slowly, he brought his hand to my face and trailed one of his long, lithe fingers over my cheek and down my neck. “Like this,” he insisted, swirling his finger around my neck. “Is this the kind of touching we’re allowed to do?” Chill bumps exploded across my skin, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I breathed, relishing in the feel of his touch. “Just like that.”
Closing my eyes, I sighed as he trailed his finger further down, stopping at my navel. The heat of his breath fanned across my face as I felt him dipping lower. I didn’t dare open my eyes and risk breaking the connection, but I wanted to see the heat in his gaze. Ever so slowly, his mouth connected with mine, soft and confident. He lingered for a moment, not moving, just his lips touched lightly to mine.

I wanted more … a lot more.











USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries. 

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols. 

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.


Wednesday, January 28, 2015

New Covers + Sign ups for Cover Reveal and Review Copies - ASHELYN DRAKE!

Fans of the Campus Crush series asked for another story for Mike, and Ashelyn Drake is delivering. Looking For Love will follow Mike in his attempt to find the perfect girl. But this isn't all she's been working on. She revamped the covers of each novella in the series. Check out the original covers (left) and their updated ones (right)!

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And…the paperback version of the series will include Looking For Love, so it is a complete collection. But the really exciting news is the cover of Looking For Love is that it's being revealed on February 13th and Ashelyn needs your help. Want to share the cover on that day? Want an ARC to review by the end of March? Sign up here:

Blog Tour: PRETTY SMART GIRLS -- LACE UP by Shae Ross: Excerpt


Pretty Smart Girls: Lace Up Synopsis:

Team RyanRyan Rose and her fellow Spartans are finalists in a high-profile entrepreneurial competition. They're competing for life-changing money and for their futures. They have a solid plan to win. All they need to do is trounce the competition: rich frat boys from an archrival university. Easy, right?Team Jett
Jett Trebuchet's first mistake was not realizing that Ryan and her friends were the competition. His second was expressing his unabashed confidence in his team’s ability to win. After all, everyone knows the only thing MSU does better than U of M is produce beautiful, easy women…oh, and he almost forgot to say “dumb.” And boy, does his team pay for that one.Game On
As each side tries to game the other, something else seems to be getting in the way—attraction. Now Ryan and Jett must keep their teams from getting distracted by the opposite sex...and each other. All is not fair in love and war when it comes to winning this game.






The limo circles the exit ramp and my shoulder presses into his arm. I return the clearly interested smile he’s blazing down at me. I would never sit this close to someone who is a virtual stranger...even a virtually perfect stranger, but I remind myself: I’m Rose, the escort service girl, not Ryan Rose, MSU senior graduating at the top of her class in approximately eight weeks. For fifteen more minutes, I will set the slut free and bask in my alter ego. Too bad I’ve sworn off dating frat boys. Forever.
I wonder how he’s going to take the news that I’ve been sitting next to him, carrying on a charade at his expense. My knuckles fold into tight fists and I bring them to rest against my mouth. I ignore the first tendrils of regret forming in my stomach. “Do you know anything about the team you’ll be competing against?” I ask, steering the conversation in a direction that will naturally lead to our reveal.
“Some guys from Michigan State.”
Guys? He must have read our gender-neutral names and mistaken us for guys. Laughable. Of course, it wouldn’t occur to him that the other winning team could possibly be composed of women. I let him ramble on.
“Farm kids from a state college...shouldn’t be too hard to crush them. You know, we’ll be respectful and let them down easy.”
Seriously? Is he trying to impress me, or is he really this cocky?
“Michigan State’s not known for producing genius material,” he says, looking out the window. Jade, Devi, and I exchange eyebrow-raised glances. In a voice laced with casual arrogance, he continues his endearing tribute. “Everyone knows the only thing Michigan State has on U of M is beautiful women.”
“Beautiful, easy women,” Ben says, and I see the corner of Jett’s mouth rise.
Devi and Jade turn to me with stunned expressions. Of all the things they could have said, this is the worst. I have just spent the last three months of my life clearing the web of derogatory, self-centered, trophy-like treatment Phil had spun around me. Heat floods up my neck. With Samurai-like discipline, I melt my strained features into a smile worthy of an auto-show model and reply. “You forgot to say dumb.”
“Sounds like you’ve met them then,” Jett responds, laughing.
“Oh yes, I’ve met them.” I narrow my eyes until my gaze appears wicked and hold his expression just long enough to see a flash of discomfort disrupt his more-perfect-than- perfect features. Asshole. Any remorse that was starting to seep into my mind has been washed away by the tidal wave of stupidity he’s barfed all over us.

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Shae Ross Bio:

Shae Ross was born and grew up in Ferndale, Michigan. After graduating high school, Ms. Ross attended Michigan State University and continued her education at Detroit College of Law. Prior to 2014, she spent the majority of her career practicing corporate law, running a successful business and engaged in entrepreneurial ventures.
After having one too many stressful days at the office, Ms. Ross began to consider pursuing her lifelong dream of writing.
 Armed with an English degree, an interest in historical settings and a huge collection of romance novels, Ms. Ross put pen to paper and began converting the characters in her head to ink. She soon found herself happily immersed in a new working world that included heroes and heroines, agents and editors, and a multitude of secondary characters.
 Ms. Ross’ debut novel, PRETTY SMART GIRLS: LACE UP was acquired by Entangled Publishing and is expected to release January of 2015. She currently writes in the new adult and historical romance genres and lives with her husband and three children in Michigan.




Blog Tour: ART CROSSED LOVE by Libby Rice - Excerpt and Giveaway

We have an excerpt from Libby Rice's new book ART-CROSSED LOVE today! Make sure you read to the bottom and enter the giveaway! 


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  Art-Crossed Love Synopsis:


Can love be more than a four-letter word?
Lissa Blanc is a painter on a mission. She filters the world through a lens of color, line, and form and hides her ambition behind a delicate smirk that lets her critics believe life comes easy. To her, art isn’t what she sees. It’s what she feels. Few know that behind the glitz of a prodigious upbringing, she’s driven to emerge from the shadow of painful memories that insist she’ll never be a renowned talent in her own right.
Cole Rathlen is a photographer on the mend. A crippling grief has stifled his once-rising career and compromised his creative instincts. Knowing he can’t stagnate forever, he seeks a twisted absolution in the form of a woman whose paintings give life to the emotions he won’t let himself imagine, let alone feel.
When the two partner for a prestigious project that will pull them from the mountains of Colorado to the palaces of India, Lissa quickly realizes that more than diverging ideals hinder their search for success and salvation. Was Cole’s life upended by a tragic but unavoidable choice or something more sinister? While Lissa can’t delve into the mystery but not the man, Cole can’t resist a tenacious soul that refuses to leave him chained. As the truth closes in on a project finally sprouting wings, will Lissa sacrifice her chance at success to set Cole free? Or will Cole shrug the chains of lingering regrets to prove that those who love the most, love again.

Cole took charge before suffering a single bite. He stood and leaned across the table, resting his torso on splayed fingers and straining arms. Flicking his chin toward the door, he said “Go. Please.”
His family began a slow scatter, technically not obeying but at least condescending to clear the table.
Lissa shot to her feet. After all her questions, she still had insufficient answers. If Kent and Rhea and Trevor withdrew, she’d be left with the man most determined to keep her in the dark.
The one she’d most like to see join her there.
Cole’s expression tightened. “Don’t even try it.”
Now what? “You mean doing what you say?” Lissa batted her lashes with feigned innocence. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Kent had disappeared into the kitchen, but Trevor and Rhea were making a snail look speedy.
Ignoring their continued presence, Cole said, “I’ve had enough of this.”
“Good.” Lissa couldn’t agree more. “You’ve spared yourself another ‘scene,’ and we can get back to the original plan. You photograph what you see, and I’ll paint what I—”
“Not that.” Cole’s hand slashed through the air. “I mean the incessant questions. You’re alone with my family for half a meal, and I arrive not to jokes and toasts, but to an interrogation.”
They started it.
“Consider it payback for five days ago when I asked you to select an indoor artistic subject, and you picked a roll of toilet paper.”
“You got your revenge,” he grated, “when you snickered about it being an ‘apt choice’ given that my ‘work is shit.’”
She stacked Cole’s full plate on top of her own uneaten food, shaking her head. “That was for the day before, when you let the dog into my room at five in the morning. He tried to jump onto the bed but only managed to ram the side of my mattress over and over again like a drunken sheep. Eventually I settled him down into a roaring snore that rattled up from the rug for the next three hours.”
 “It’s a sign that he likes you.” The animal in question sprawled out at the end of the table and rolled onto his side with a groan.
“And a sign that you don’t.”
“Or a message that I’ll retaliate when you eat every Skittle in the house and leave all the empty bags piled on the kitchen counter.”
He’d noticed. “You know what? Maybe I asked your family about you”—she slid a glance toward Trevor and Rhea, both frozen in mid-step, backs to the action—“because I know you haven’t been honest, and even though I’m sleeping with him, your dog hasn’t spilled the goods.”
Cole pulled the plates from her grip and set them on the table a bit too carefully. Then he crowded her against the chair that threatened the wobbly joints at the backs of her knees. “And they’re going to remedy the oversight? You think Rhea here”—the redhead flinched, keeping her head averted but making no move to disappear—“will roll over and lay me out like a Facebook timeline?”
“You know what they say. ‘If door number one disappoints because it hides a moody, uncooperative ass, check behind door number two.’”
“Right.” He ground his molars together with a cringe-worthy crunch. “And you know what I say.”
Yes, she did. Her eyes flew to his, but not in time to change what was about to happen.
Expect me to fuck back.
That furious mouth crashed into hers.


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Libby Rice Bio:

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Before becoming a writer, Libby was first a mechanical engineer in the data acquisition industry (voltmeter anyone?). Preferring writing to technical design, Libby headed to law school and eventually practiced patent law for several enterprising years (patent application covering a voltmeter anyone?). Finally realizing that technology just wasn’t her bag, she traded the voltmeters for alpha heroes and the women who love them. Today, Libby writes contemporary romances from the foot of the Rocky Mountains, where she lives with her husband, a bona fide rocket scientist (he stuck with the voltmeters!). When not writing, Libby loves good food, even better wine, and traveling the world in search of the next great story. Libby loves hearing from readers! Join the fun at www.libbyrice.com, where you can sign up for Libby’s new-release e-newsletter, or on Facebook, Twitter, and/or Instagram.



Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Release Day Excerpt and Giveaway: FALLING FOR JILLIAN by Kristen Proby

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We can't wait to share this Release Day Launch for Kristen Proby's FALLING FOR JILLIAN with you! FALLING FOR JILLIAN is an erotic contemporary romance and the third book in the bestselling Love Under the Big Sky Series, published by Pocket Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster. Check out this amazing book below and grab your copy today!

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  FALLING FOR JILLIAN Synopsis: 

From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes the third romance in the Love Under the Big Sky series, featuring a veteran struggling with PTSD and the one woman who can help him recover—and learn to love again.

Jillian thought she was a city girl through and through; the fast cars, high fashion, and glamour—she loves it all. But when her ex tells her he’s having a baby with his new wife (after Jillian struggled for years to get pregnant), she hightails it back to Montana to cry on the shoulder of her best friend, Cara.

But in truth, Jillian would rather be comforted by someone else…specifically Zack, Cara’s brother-in-law. Zack is a veteran of the Iraq War who came back to the family ranch to raise his preteen son after the boy’s mother took off. He’s struggling to re-establish a relationship with his son, and warding off the demons of PTSD, which still haunt him. The last thing he needs is bold, brassy Jillian…but why can’t he keep his hands off her?


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  And don’t forget to read the first book in the Love Under the Big Sky Series…  Loving Cara
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EXCERPT: 
“Okay, plug them in.”
I run to the porch and plug in the lights, then run back into the front yard to see them.
“Oh, they’re so pretty!”
“Thank God they all work,” he says as he tosses the black shoe down to the ground and then moves carefully down to the ladder. “It would be a bitch to have to take them back down.”
“I checked them,” I assure him, and when his foot finally lands safely on the snow and he turns to me, I hit him on the arm. “You shouldn’t have done that! You took ten years off my life!”
I throw my arms around his torso and squeeze him tightly, then back away.
“No, you shouldn’t have been on that ladder. If I catch you on one again, I’ll spank your ass until it glows.”
My jaw drops as I gaze up into his frustrated face. For once in my life, I’m speechless. I scowl as I pull myself together and clench my fists. “You wouldn’t dare . . .”
“Put yourself in danger again and see if I don’t,” he replies calmly and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Did you come here to bully me?” 
He sighs and pulls his beanie off his head, pushing his fingers through the messy brown strands. I want to sink my fingers in that thick, dark hair. 
“No. I came because you won’t answer your fucking phone so I can apologize for the other night.”
“I don’t want your apology,” I reply and throw the extra lights and staple gun back into the tote and turn away, but he catches my arm and turns me back to him, takes the tote, and sets it down.
“I’m going to give it anyway.” His jaw is firm. “I had no right to kiss you like that in the parking lot for everyone to see.”
I jerk back, mortified. “You’re apologizing for kissing me?”   FFJ Available Now  

  
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About Kristen Proby: New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen lives in Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps.      

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Monday, January 26, 2015

Release Day Excerpt and Giveaway: ART-CROSSED LOVE by Libby Rice

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We're having a release day launch for Libby Rice's Art Crossed Love!! Check out the amazing giveaway and the excerpt Libby is sharing with us!!! :)



Excerpt: 
Someone made a mistake in teaching you life is easy. Coles words had hit like well-aimed arrows, and not of the Cupid variety. At least Lissa knew which camp he fell into. The naysayers tended toward one of two options—pusLissa away or pull Lissa close. The pushers openly mocked her illegitimate success. The pullers beguiled her in an effort to see how much of that luck—or connections or money or opportunity—could rub off on them. 
Cole was a clear pusher, and frankly, she liked those better. At least they were honest. 
A hank of hair chose that moment to abandon the clip that couldnt quite contain her pony tail. Ruler straight despite a healthy dedication to volumizing shampoo, her hair liked to slip from its confines and lay flat against her head in an antagonizing refusal to hold body. She imagined her looks mattered about as much to Cole as couponing did to Donald Trump, but hell, she had nothing to lose and everything to gain. After the disaster in the driveway, she could at least try to make herself presentable. 
Her trek to the spare bathroom two rooms down took her past Coles bedroom door across the hall. His rumpled bed sat in silence. Nothing personal hinted at the rooms inhabitant. A dresser and two night stands held a clock and a box of tissues between them. No pictures or knickknacks, not even a stray piece of clothing or a random shoe littered Coles studied order, dimmed by heavy shades that blocked the rising sun from cheering the space. 
Earthy scents of pine and sandalwood filled her nostrils. Despite his obvious efforts to disappear within the emptiness, the room bore his mark. The hard edges and sanded planks had absorbed his essence without permission. 
Even her limited view of the room told her much, and temptation threatened. If she saw a little more… Not a chance. Forcing herself to put one foot behind the other, she backed away from his open door as quietly as shed arrived.  
The copper tub in her bathroom resembled a huge gravy boat. The New Yorker in Lissa marveled at the concept. So often her life demanded three-minute showers, never a leisurely soak in a tub that might have been filled by Mammy herself. 
A wicker basket held sumptuous washcloths and a bottle of gardenia bubble bath. She tended toward tasty scents—from oranges to candy canes. They spurred her appetite, a good thing for a skinny girl, and always seemed approachable. Today she availed herself of the luxuries on tap. She sank deep into the tub, telling herself one didnt indulge in low-grade anxiety in these circumstances. Old world tubs and Egyptian-cotton towels required a certain amount of stress amnesia. 
She sighed heavily. She and Cole would adapt. 
Heat leached into her muscles, and she slumbered against a neck pillow. Eventually the creeping chill of the water brought her around. Stretching languidly, she climbed from the tub, wet and glistening, her hair streaming rivulets of flower-scented water over her shoulders. 
After toweling dry and tossing the cloth down a chute she assumed terminated in a basement laundry room, she rummaged through the basket in search of body lotion. Already, the dry Colorado air had her skin feeling like the surface of Mars. When the search came up empty, she looked under the sink and in the mirrored vanity. 
Nothing, which was surprising given the well-stocked state of Coles home. 
Hed either gotten in touch with his feminine side after his wifes death or someone came by regularly to make sure the place stayed clean and comfortable. From what shed seen, an aunt probably showed up the day after Uncle Kent delivered the meals to wash the linens and line the waste-paper baskets with scented trash bags. 
Opening the laundry chute, she peered into blackness. The last towel was long gone. With a quiet twist, she opened the bathroom door and peered into the hallway. All was clear and quiet, so she snuck a toe out onto the carpeted runner, then another. When that proved successful, she flew out the door and lurched into her quietest ball-of-the-foot giraffe run toward the body creams shed unpacked in her room. 
This can only be penance for your last painting or bribery for your next one.” 
Coles rumbling voice took her so off guard she lurched to a stop. There he stood, behind a panting St. Bernard in his doorway. Heat flared in her cheeks. Whats that supposed to mean? 
He cleared his throat. Nice ass?


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  Art-Crossed Love Synopsis:




Can love be more than a four-letter word?
Lissa Blanc is a painter on a mission. She filters the world through a lens of color, line, and form and hides her ambition behind a delicate smirk that lets her critics believe life comes easy. To her, art isn’t what she sees. It’s what she feels. Few know that behind the glitz of a prodigious upbringing, she’s driven to emerge from the shadow of painful memories that insist she’ll never be a renowned talent in her own right.
Cole Rathlen is a photographer on the mend. A crippling grief has stifled his once-rising career and compromised his creative instincts. Knowing he can’t stagnate forever, he seeks a twisted absolution in the form of a woman whose paintings give life to the emotions he won’t let himself imagine, let alone feel.
When the two partner for a prestigious project that will pull them from the mountains of Colorado to the palaces of India, Lissa quickly realizes that more than diverging ideals hinder their search for success and salvation. Was Cole’s life upended by a tragic but unavoidable choice or something more sinister? While Lissa can’t delve into the mystery but not the man, Cole can’t resist a tenacious soul that refuses to leave him chained. As the truth closes in on a project finally sprouting wings, will Lissa sacrifice her chance at success to set Cole free? Or will Cole shrug the chains of lingering regrets to prove that those who love the most, love again.
Love Me Later:
Libby Rice Bio:

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Before becoming a writer, Libby was first a mechanical engineer in the data acquisition industry (voltmeter anyone?). Preferring writing to technical design, Libby headed to law school and eventually practiced patent law for several enterprising years (patent application covering a voltmeter anyone?). Finally realizing that technology just wasn’t her bag, she traded the voltmeters for alpha heroes and the women who love them. Today, Libby writes contemporary romances from the foot of the Rocky Mountains, where she lives with her husband, a bona fide rocket scientist (he stuck with the voltmeters!). When not writing, Libby loves good food, even better wine, and traveling the world in search of the next great story. Libby loves hearing from readers! Join the fun at www.libbyrice.com, where you can sign up for Libby’s new-release e-newsletter, or on Facebook, Twitter, and/or Instagram.



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