Monday, June 26, 2017

Tales from Harborsmouth by E.J. Stevens blitz

Tales from Harborsmouth
E.J. Stevens
(Ivy Granger Psychic Detective, #0.5, #1.5, #2.5, #5.5)
Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Mystery, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

In Tales from Harborsmouth, readers get the chance to delve deeper into the award-winning world of Ivy Granger.

Ivy Granger is a psychic detective with ties to Harborsmouth’s paranormal underworld. Too bad those ties tend to ensnare Ivy and her friend Jinx in the Machiavellian schemes of the city’s teeming population of bloodsucking vampires and psychotic faeries.

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It’s hard to pay the bills when you’re dead, but if you die in a city filled with faerie magic and have Ivy Granger on the case, you sure as Hell can settle your debts.

—Ivy Granger, Frostbite

A detective’s job is to take note of the little things, the small details that can break a case wide open, but having anthropomorphic snot treat you like you smelled worse than a troll fart could give a girl a complex.

—Ivy Granger, Frostbite

There was a serial killer in Harborsmouth with a penchant for murdering faeries. Happy freaking holidays.

—Ivy Granger, Blood and Mistletoe

If a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk into a bar, you wait for the punch line. At Private Eye, when a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk through the door, it’s just another day at the office.

—Ivy Granger, Blood and Mistletoe

I blew a stray lock of hair from my eyes while running a damp cloth over the bar. The raven black curl froze at the edge of my vision, ice crystals from my breath coating it like the dust of fractured diamonds. But within seconds the damp chunk of bangs thawed from the perpetual heat of the club. The heat was one of the many things that I despised about bartending at Club Nexus.

—The Ice Faerie Beryl, Club Nexus – Iced

Deviance is nothing if not full of variety and Puck had discovered how to capitalize on each and every one of our desires. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the imp was purposely late to our meetings to build the suspense, and empty my wallet.

—The Vampire Cyrus, Club Nexus – Dusted

It had been centuries since a human had piqued my interest, longer still since anyone had stirred feelings of lust and longing, but there was something unquestionably magnetic about the woman my eyes now frantically sought.

—Forneus, Club Nexus – Demonized

Of all the nightclubs, in all the cities, in all the world, the freakin’ demon had to walk into Club Nexus.

—Jinx, Club Nexus – Jinxed

I’d seen a lot in my nine lives, but nothing so strange as Ratfink’s Family Fun Palace and its tone-deaf taxidermied talent.

—Torn, Thrill on Joysen Hill

Author Bio:

E.J. Stevens is the bestselling, award-winning author of the IVY GRANGER, PSYCHIC DETECTIVE urban fantasy series, the SPIRIT GUIDE young adult series, the HUNTERS' GUILD urban fantasy series, and the WHITECHAPEL PARANORMAL SOCIETY Victorian Gothic horror series. She is known for filling pages with quirky characters, bloodsucking vampires, psychotic faeries, and snarky, kick-butt heroines. Her novels are available worldwide in multiple languages.

BTS Red Carpet Award winner for Best Novel, SYAE finalist for Best Paranormal Series, Best Novella, and Best Horror, winner of the PRG Reviewer's Choice Award for Best Paranormal Fantasy Novel, Best Young Adult Paranormal Series, Best Urban Fantasy Novel, and finalist for Best Young Adult Paranormal Novel and Best Urban Fantasy Series.

When E.J. isn't at her writing desk, she enjoys dancing along seaside cliffs, singing in graveyards, and sleeping in faerie circles. E.J. currently resides in a magical forest on the coast of Maine where she finds daily inspiration for her writing.

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Release Day Blitz The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting by Deborah Wilde

Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting

Genre: urban fantasy/romance

Publisher: Te Da Media

Date of Publication: June 26,

ISBN: 978-1-988681-01-6

Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 88,000

Cover Artist: Damonza

Book Description:

boobs. 50% sarcasm. 100% new breed of hunter.

After a bumpy start as the only
female demon hunter in the top secret Brotherhood of David, Nava Katz heads to
Prague for her first undercover mission: unmasking a demon movie star. She'd be
all kinds of thrilled if it weren't for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits,
Rohan Mitra, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of

Rejecting her "be a good
girl and follow orders" directive, Nava unleashes an alter ego guaranteed
to hook their celebrity target and drive Rohan crazy. No downside-until she
finds herself up against Rohan's past, the Brotherhood's antiquated thinking,
and her own identity issues, turning her personal life into a bomb that could
blow up the entire operation.

Sparkly and deadly; it's a plan.

Rohan’s arm shot
out to the wall, blocking me. The two of us faced in different directions. How
“Move,” I said
He didn’t budge.
I stared
resolutely ahead.
Finally he
dropped his arm.
I pulled my
keycard from my coat, walking directly to my room. No passing go. No collecting
“Don’t leave.”
He spoke quietly but in the silence of the corridor, I had no trouble hearing
My hands balled
up. Hadn’t it been enough for one night? That thread between us that had felt
so comforting earlier threatened to strangle me now. Anger fueled my turn. I
would have welcomed a corresponding anger in him, but the naked longing on his
face and the defeat in the slope of his shoulders undid me. That and his
sincere, “I love watching you dance.”
The hallway was
empty but it suddenly felt hard to breathe.
He held out a
I leaned back.
The magnetic push/pull between us demanded a certain distance, a certain
resistance, as much as attraction. Wrung out on every level, I couldn’t afford
to let Mr. Force-of-Nature Mitra take advantage of my weakened boundaries to
redefine our hook-ups into whatever vision he had of them.
The air
conditioning kicked in and I wrapped my arms around myself.
“When you see my
shower, you’ll thank me.” He scrunched up his face, a lock of hair falling
boyishly over his eyes. “Nothing happens. Just sleep.”

I wasn’t sure if
that sweetened the offer or not, but I nodded.

About the Author:
A global wanderer, hopeless
romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes urban
fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass.
She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the
way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”

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The Call House by C P Stiles Blog Tour

Title: THE

Author: C.P. Stiles

Publisher: Bacon Press Books

Pages: 204

Genre: Literary Fiction

war on vice In Washington, DC—a city constantly awash in scandals? Hard to
believe, but it really happened.  Only
not exactly the way it’s told here. 

Mattie Simon knows is that she want adventure and her hometown doesn’t have
any. She wants independence, maybe some romance. 

Andrew Stevens wants is to do his job as a newly-elected congressman. 

Washington has a way of changing peopleeven when they get what they want. 

and funny, The Call House takes you
back to a time of relative innocence, when people flocked to Washington, DC, in
the 1940s to do good works and instead got caught up in sex, money, and
politics. What else would you expect?



Book Excerpt:

THE war changed everything. But that was later.
This was February 1941, and Washington had
yet to become the city it was meant to be. Nation’s capital? World capital? If
you’d visited
Paris or London, if you’d been to Boston or New York, then
you knew
Washington was still a small Southern town. Provincial and unsophisticated.
But if you were elected to Congress from
Muskegon, Michigan, or Carbondale, Illinois, if you came looking for work from
Greensboro, North Carolina, or Smyrna, Tennessee—Washington was the biggest
goddamn city in the world. A
Mecca for men of
ambition. A refuge for women who refused to marry. And the closest thing to the
Promised Land for anyone out of a job.
Ambitious and earnest, unmarried and
adventurous, people poured in on trains and buses, crowding each other out of
rooms in rundown boarding houses and bumping up against one another at night in
the smoky bars on Capitol Hill or down on F Street where Negroes weren’t
allowed to take a seat unless they could play the piano.
It was February 1941—boys were men, women
were girls, and everyone was more innocent than they’d ever be again.
But Mattie Simon didn’t know any of that
when she stepped off the train in Union Station, wearing a navy poplin
shirtwaist dress with a white collar and matching navy-blue pumps. She carried
a smooth cardboard suitcase tied together with rough twine.
All Mattie knew was she wanted adventure
and her hometown didn’t have any. She’d been bored with
Smyrna as far back
as third grade.
She had forty-seven dollars in a white
handkerchief pinned inside her slip, and the addresses and phone numbers for
the Red Cross and the YWCA tucked inside her purse. But somewhere on the train
ride up she lost her nerve. In town ten minutes and already she was homesick.
It wasn’t at all what she imagined.
The vast marble and granite station was
cold and crowded with men in heavy overcoats and broad-brimmed hats, women in
dark tight-fitting suits and high-heels, sailors and soldiers and cops all in
uniforms of their own. Mattie shielded her eyes against the late afternoon sun
and tried to get her bearings, but the crowd pushed her along toward the exit.
She felt her right ankle turn funny. She lost her balance.
Before she fell flat on her face, a sailor
grabbed her by the arm.
“Good thing I was here to save you, sweet
stuff.” He was short and red-faced, with mean little eyes.
“Thank you.” She smelled liquor and
peppermint, cheap cologne, and hair pomade.
“You really want to thank me, baby doll,
you can let me buy you a drink.”
“Wish I could,” she said, “But
I’m . . .”
Well, it turned out she was.
“Just not interested. I’ve got a fella
back home.” And wouldn’t her momma have been happy if it had been true.
“And I’ve got a girl in sixteen ports. But
right now, baby doll, all we’ve got is each other.” He tightened his grip on
Mattie’s arm. She tried to pull away.
“Maybe you didn’t understand me. I just
want to show you a good time.”
In the back seat of the sleek black sedan
circling Union Station, Flo Maxwell leaned forward. She tapped her driver on
the shoulder.
“Sam, did you see that? A tall young woman
in a blue coat. Looks like she could use some help. Circle again.”
“Will do,” Sam said. “But there’s a cop on
the corner hoping for trouble. Be careful.”
The sailor pressed his body against
Mattie’s as they waited for a break in the traffic. She wriggled away.
“Easy now, you don’t want to make a fuss.
I’m just going to take you across the street to meet my buddies. Bet you never
heard of a joyride where you came from.”
The sleek black sedan stopped right in
front of them. Air horns blared as Flo stepped out of the car. She wore a fur
coat dark as the waters of the
. Her hair was the color of coal, her
lipstick so red it made her teeth sparkle impossibly white. She walked right up
to Mattie.
“There you are, darling. I’ve been looking
all over for you,” she said loud enough for the cop to hear. She towered over
the sailor.
“What the—”
She pushed him aside and gave Mattie a
“Why I was worried half to death I’d
missed you, and here you were all along.”
“Here I am.” Mattie was still shaking.
“Look at you, you’re shivering. I could
have sworn I told your momma to make sure you packed a heavy coat. Never mind.
Let’s get you home.” She put her arm around Mattie and steered her toward the
“Hey, what about me?” the sailor called
after them. “Don’t I get some kind of reward? I’m the one who found her.”
“Keep walking,” Flo said.
Sam held open the door to the sedan. He
took Mattie’s cardboard suitcase, handling it as carefully as if it were real
leather, and put it on the front seat. He waited until Mattie settled herself
in back, then closed the door.
“Thank you,” Mattie said. “I swear I think
you saved my life.”
“Hush, honey. No one’s going to hurt you
while I’m around. New to town?”
Mattie straightened her collar, smoothed
her skirt. “Does it show that much?”
Flo sat back and took stock. The clothes
were dreadful, but she’d seen worse. Slim ankles, shapely legs, a trim waist.
Could anyone tell what was hidden beneath her boxy poplin dress? A long
graceful neck. A nearly perfectly heart-shaped face. And wasn’t there just a
hint of mischief behind those wide hazel eyes? A touch of naughty mixed in with
all that nice?
“If I had to bet money,” Flo said, “I’d
bet you’ll look like you’ve lived here your whole life in no time.”
Mattie smiled—that was just what she
wanted to hear.
“Sam, I’m guessing this young lady is
headed over to the YWCA. Let’s swing past there and drop her off.”
“Sure thing.” Sam caught Flo’s eye in the
mirror. “Hope she’s got a reservation. You know they’ve been turning people
away these past few months.”
“Reservation? I didn’t know I needed one.”
Mattie fumbled in her purse for the slip of paper. “All I’ve got is their
address and phone number.”
“Tell you what.” Flo removed one of her
long black leather gloves and patted Mattie’s hand. “Why don’t you come on home
with me tonight? I’ve got an extra room.”
“I hate to trouble you.”
“No trouble at all.”
Flo studied her again. Mattie had one of
those smiles that lit up her face with a lifetime of secret hopes.
“Just sit back and relax,” Flo said.
“Everything will be fine now.”

About the Author

C.P. Stiles lives and writes in WashingtonDC. The Call House: A Washington Novel
is her first published novel, but she has a drawerful of new novels just waiting to be published.  

Interview with C P Stiles

  1. What is your favorite part of this book and why?

There are a few scenes where several characters are sitting around a table giving advice to one of the main characters. I liked those scenes because it was fun to hear so many women talking to each other. Each one saying something different.

  1. If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?

That’s an interesting question. I’m going to have to answer honestly and hope there are other writers reading this who will understand. I don’t really see my characters that way. They may come to life on the page. At least I hope they do. And they may keep talking in my head even when I’m not writing. But I don’t imagine them as real people I can hang out with. I know some writers see their characters so clearly and so completely, they even know what those characters have for breakfast. I guess I just approach it differently.

  1. If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose?
There are so many books I would have been very proud to have written. E. L. Doctorow is one of my favorite authors. I admire his whole body of work. I think I would have liked to have been the author of Ragtime. Or else maybe, Catcher in the Rye.

  1. Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

For The Call House, it’s really a mix. Most of the characters came entirely from my imagination. But because the story is based on real incidents, I did use a few real people but changed them completely. Most of the time, I prefer to make up the characters.

  1. What made you want to become a writer?

As a child, I loved listening to and reading stories. Then I liked making them up. I don’t think I ever thought about it, that just seemed like the most natural thing to do. I remember one time going to a movie with some friends. The movie was about two writers. When we talked about the movie afterward, I was surprised to find out they didn’t all want to be writers, too. I thought everyone did.







Book Blast Tour for Harper's Place by Sheryl Winters

Harper’s Place
by Sheryl Winters


GENRE: Romance



Harper Grey is fed up with over-bearing men. Her father wants to sell the family hamburger joint to her brother because a woman could never make it successful.

Harper knows she has the same flair for business as her mother, and sexy Navy SEAL Patrick O’Brien dares her to prove it to the world.

When duty calls and Patrick must leave her side, will Harper be strong enough to make her dream a reality?

Excerpt One:

“How would you bring in new business, though?”

I’m amazed that he seems to find our conversation interesting. He’s an audience willing to listen and I’ve not had that in a long time. Damn this crush of mine. It won’t be easy to tame after tonight.

“New menu items, specials, things like that. Start serving dessert, like pies. Easy cook items. With the new burgers I’ve created and a new d├ęcor, I’d open in the summer when the air is fresh and everyone is happy to be out of the snow, hungry for grilled food. I think we could do fine.”

“What’s your hold up?”

“Tony, Dad. It’s complicated.” I shrug. His arm feels good, and I have the overwhelming urge to nuzzle against it. "Did you kiss Amy Parker when you were twelve? She still brags about it." Did I just ask him about kissing? What is wrong with me? Will this mouth of mine never shut up? Stop it, Stop it, stop it!

"That I did, in a closet over at Robert Anderson’s house."


"I was twelve and desperate. You can't blame me. I do blame that stupid soda bottle.  And your first kiss?" There is a challenge in his voice.

"Kevin Monroe at the Klines Movie Theater. He sent me a six-page note the next day about how much he loved me, and I freaked out and dumped him."

"Any regrets?"

I choke back a giggle. "Naw, ‘cept I remember I liked his cologne. It could have been aftershave, but it was nice." It’s not half as nice as the Aramis that Patrick has on. Something about it sends a shiver up my spine that has nothing to do with the zombie waiting in Dad’s office.

"The dark isn't so bad, now is it?"

"I guess not."

Silence surrounds us. The fear that enveloped me seems to disappear.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No." It sounds terrible now that I've said it out loud. Like I’m admitting to being a desperate and dateless leper.

"So," he drawls out, "ever thought of dating a military guy?" He squeezes my fingers.

Is he serious?

His fingertip smooths over the rough callouses I've gained from years of hard work. Suddenly my wasted evening of not going out to celebrate is starting to look better. "I think it would depend on which military guy."

"You're killing me. You know that, don’t you?" His strangled tone only sets off a case of the giggles.

"Are you asking me out, Patrick?"

"Trying to, but you're not making it easy.” The challenge is back in his voice.

"I wouldn't mind a date or two,” I manage to squeak out. Breathe, Harper, just breathe, calmly through your nose, out your mouth. Sainted Mother of God, Patrick asked me out! I hit the jackpot! Now all I have to do is not hit him.


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I never set out to be an author. Only a storyteller. Some days I succeed better than others.

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Luca by Sarah Castille blitz

Sarah Castille
(Ruin & Revenge #2)
Published by: St. Martin’s Paperbacks
Publication date: June 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Luca is the second book in a full-length, standalone series by New York Times bestselling author, Sarah Castille, set in Las Vegas and featuring deliciously sexy mafia bosses and the women who can’t help but love them.

Luca Rizzoli was nearly destroyed by a brutal betrayal that cost him his family. Now a ruthless crime boss in Las Vegas, he lets nothing touch his frozen heart…until a smoldering encounter with a beautiful stranger ignites his passion. One night isn’t enough for a man who takes what he wants—and Luca will do whatever he can to possess his mysterious temptress…

Police detective Gabrielle Fawkes lives for revenge. She lost everything at the hands of an unforgiving ruler of the Vegas underworld. Now she wants to see him six feet under. But when a near-fatal attack leads her into Luca’s arms, what was meant to be one night of unbridled passion becomes something forbiddingly more. Luca has his own agenda, but when strong, determined, kick-ass detective Gaby sets her sights on her target, Luca feels compelled to stand by her side and protect her at all costs. However, pursuing danger comes at a high price—and both Gaby and Luca must work together in order to eliminate the dark enterprise that threatens them.

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“An engrossing erotic crime drama that will leave readers wanting more.” – Library Journal

“With sizzling love scenes, taut plotting, and a hair-raising finish, Castille’s romantic thriller will appeal to her existing fans and win her new ones.” – Publishers Weekly Starred Review

“Luca is a fast-paced, action-packed tale balanced by humor, heart and family.” – RT Book Reviews 4.5 stars, Top Pick

Author Bio:

Sarah Castille is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Redemption Series, Ruin & Revenge Series, Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club series, Legal Heat series and the Club Excelsior series. A recovering lawyer with a fondness for dirty-talking alpha males, she now is a full-time writer, who lives on Vancouver Island. Sarah’s books have been listed as Publisher’s Weekly’s Top Ten Picks and Best Summer Reads, and Amazon’s Best Romance Books of the Year, and have won numerous reader’s choice awards including the Holt Medallion.

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Hart of Mine by Annie Arcane blitz

Hart of Mine
Annie Arcane
(Cale & Mickey #4)
Publication date: June 25th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

God, this woman drives me insane.

In all of the good, most of the bad, and some of the ugliest ways imaginable. But it doesn’t matter because she’s mine. My little sadist. My crazy girl. My beautiful wife.

And you don’t ever f*ck with what’s mine.

Warning: Strong language, mature content, drama, and angst included. Shirt sold separately.

This novella is an adult contemporary romance featuring a disabled hero who (still) happens to be a rich and sexy alpha male with a potty mouth.

Cale and Mickey: Book 4 of 4

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Fate could be a bastard and fuck with me all day long, but I would never be caught off-guard again. I would leave nothing to chance.

Liabilities were mine.

Assets were hers.

It was simple.

There were no ifs, ands, or buts.

“Doesn’t matter what you want, Mickey. It’s yours regardless.”

“Seriously?” She was staring at me as if I’d sprouted horns and was in desperate need of an exorcism. “Can you even hear yourself?”

I didn’t bother answering. Of course, I could hear myself. I was making perfect sense.

She gave a loud sigh, “I hate it when you act like this.”

“Like what?” The pussy-whipped husband who spoils his wife rotten? The pathetic bastard who empties his bank account at her feet?

“Like this. Like a dumb idiot. Like a controlling jerk. Like…like…” Another sigh. Louder. Far more exasperated. “You. You’re acting like you.”

My fists clenched.

Great. Now I’m jealous of my hypothetical competition. Keeps on getting better and better.

“And who would you rather I act like?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she countered sweetly. “How about a reasonable human being?”

Oh, fuck, no.

“How the hell am I not reasonable? I do anything you ask me to. I do everything you ask me to. Even when it’s a blow to my ego, I swallow my damn pride and do whatever you want. For Christ’s sake, we just got married at a drive-thru because that’s what you wanted,” the reminder was bitter on my tongue. “You think that’s what I wanted? You think I spent months learning to stand on my own goddamn feet again because a fucking drive-thru wedding was my end goal?

“But you say jump, I say how high, right? So, by all means, let me know what else you need me to do, Mickey. Tell me how else to prove I trust you because I’ve literally given you every single thing in my possession and it still isn’t good enough. Because I’ve placed my entire life in your hands and…shit!”

It happened so fast.

The crazy girl tackled me.

I didn’t even see it coming. Which was fortunate since I probably would’ve broken something had I braced for impact. She tipped my chair over backward, knocking me right out of the damn seat. And landed hard on top of me, knocking the wind right out of my lungs.

As the room swirled, her panicked voice clawed through the fog, “Oh, my God, Cale. Are you okay?”

Crazy fucking girl.

I nodded, attempting to catch my breath while the fancy-ass ceiling tiles came into focus. Guess I must’ve cracked my skull on the floor too.

“I can’t believe that actually happened.”

A sixteen-pound titanium wheelchair with no brakes vs. a stunningly gorgeous human torpedo with no fear.

Physics 101.

What the fuck did she expect would happen?

“I was only trying to distract you.”

More like trying to kill me. Closing my arms around her, I managed a hoarse chuckle. It was more of a cough. I took a ragged breath and murmured, “You don’t have to try.”

She relaxed into my chest and whispered, “Sorry.”

“No harm done.” Minus the splitting headache.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah, except…”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

I curbed a smile, knowing full well this was going to cost me dearly. There was no doubt she’d make me pay for it later.

She scrambled to alleviate her weight, hovering inches above. “What?

Worth any punishment, “I can’t feel my legs.”

God, that laugh.

Who cares about the consequences?

I’d sell my soul to hear that laugh.

Author Bio:

Romance with wounded heroes, disabled characters, alpha males, and angst.

Annie doesn’t like long walks on the beach, getting dolled up, or HEA endings with a boringly perfect hero. She’d much rather be rock climbing, shooting guns, or ending on cliffhangers with a deliciously imperfect hero. And hugs. She likes hugs.

She also has a B.Sc. in Biology and feels kinda sorta weird referring to herself in 3rd person. Just saying.

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