Thursday, September 21, 2017

Bewitching Hannah by Leigh Goff


Being
a witch is the last thing she wants…


Bewitching Hannah
Leigh Goff

Publisher: Mirror World Publishing

Publish Date: September 17, 2017

Genre(s): YA, Fantasy, Romance



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About Bewitching Hannah:



Sixteen-year-old Hannah Fitzgerald has always known she is descended from a troubled legacy of magic. Although a stranger to her coven in Annapolis, she is no stranger to grief and denial. However, when an ancient prophecy reveals the rise of a young, powerful Chesapeake witch and the impending death of another, she realizes she can no longer afford to suppress the magic that has taken away so much. She seeks out the frighteningly scarred, yet mysterious W, a Calvert descendant who is destined to change her life, but even he cannot prepare her for the danger that lies ahead. Engaged in a deadly game without knowing who her true rival is, Hannah isn’t certain she will survive, and if she loses she may lose everything, including the ones she loves.



Read an Excerpt:



Lightning flashed, followed by a rumble of thunder, jolting me alert. A tempest churned over the Chesapeake Bay and was rolling toward town. I stared at the clouds, ready to calculate how much time we had before the rain hit. Another bright flash of white-hot lightning forked across the purplish-black sky. One, two…twenty.

Boom.

The storm was at least four miles away. I pressed a hand over my chest, feeling the thumping slow.

I glanced at Aunt J, who was no longer bopping her head to the bad music. Instead, she blinked over and over, and rubbed her eyes with one hand.

“If you’re tired, I can drive.” Who needed a license when I’d already mastered a moped along with the Green Briar golf carts?

Her slender fingers searched for me as if I were a ghost she could only hear. She grasped my arm tightly.

“Hannah?” Panic drenched her voice.

My eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see. I mean, I see something, but it’s not the road. What’s wrong with me?”

I peered out the windshield. A distant telephone pole grew bigger as her foot stuck to the accelerator.

A frightening swell of adrenaline flooded my veins, sending my heart into a frenzy. “Stop!” I yelled, but she was frozen with fright. I grabbed the steering wheel and threw my leg over to jam on the brake pedal.

It was too late. Absolute silence fell over us in the grim second before we plowed into the pole. My lower body slammed into the dashboard while the seatbelt squeezed hard against my ribs. Metal groaned. White bubbles deployed. Glass shattered with a scream. Or maybe the scream was mine. The car groaned to a halt with a hiss and clank.

Stillness settled over us. My head was reeling as I checked myself for injuries. Bursts of pain sparked from my chest and leg.

“Hannah?” Aunt J’s quivering voice reached out.

I pried my eyes open. She had escaped her seatbelt. Her lips and hands were trembling, but I saw no blood or broken skin. Inwardly, I sighed with relief.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I sucked in a shallow breath. “Me? Fine,” I managed, not wanting to stress her out, but I struggled to breathe and my left leg was wedged under the intruding dashboard.

She reached over, wiping her hands across my cheeks and forehead, dusting away crumbs of glass. She touched her trembling fingers to the seatbelt release and pressed on it, over and over. “Come on, dammit. Let go.”

I pushed her hand away, restraining a whimper. “It’s okay. Go get help.”

She nodded and with a hard push, shoved her door open. “I’ll be right back.”

A heavy silence fell over the car’s interior until a hiss sounded from the engine. Within seconds, the smell of burning oil seeped in through the vents.

One toxic breath went deeper than I meant it to. “Ow!” I coughed and writhed beneath the unyielding seatbelt like a five-year-old having a tantrum. Panic swept over me as I struggled for freedom.

Stress vibrated deep in my gut. Self-soothe, self-soothe, I reminded myself. The air grew thicker with burning oil and a starburst of pain wracked my body. I was going to die. Unless…

No. How could I even think it? There had to be another way because what if I couldn’t send it back? What if it took me to the same terrible place it had taken them?

I peered out the windows, searching. There was no one. I turned my focus on the glove box. Maybe Aunt J kept a knife in there or a pair of floral scissors. I pushed the button hard, again and again. Jammed. My heart raced.

A burst of smoke puffed into the car’s interior. I coughed and closed my eyes. The pressure on my leg intensified and the sickening fumes filled me with dread. Eff it. I balled my hands into fists.

I recalled the spell I’d overheard my dad utter once. I recited it in my head before casting, making sure I had it right. “By the power of fire, I do summon and churn, and call thee forth to blaze and burn.”

I stopped breathing, trying to sense any changes. I felt no different. And then it filled my core like a warm sphere of energy. Quickly, the power expanded into a blazing inferno. My back arched, pressing me harder into the seatbelt as my internal fire surged. Every cell jolted awake. My heart pounded out of control as I imagined channeling the smoldering energy. Suddenly, my hands tingled with intense power. I swallowed hard and aimed my fingers at the strap. The fiery threads trickled out in a wiggly pattern until I steadied my hand. The seatbelt burned orange, then cooled to black before separating.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Robert Parker’s A WANTED MAN Blog Tour








Title:
A WANTED MAN

Author: Robert Parker

Publisher: Endeavour Press

Pages: 307

Genre: Crime Thriller

It’s down to
fathers and fatherhood.




Ben Bracken, ex-soldier, has just got out of
Strangeways.




Not by the front door.



With him, he has his ‘insurance policy’ – a bag
of evidence that will guarantee his freedom, provided he can keep it safe – and
he has money, carefully looked after by a friend, Jack Brooker.




Rejected by the army, disowned by his father,
and any hopes of parenthood long since shattered, Ben has no anchors in his
life.




No one to keep him steady. 



No one to stop his cause…



The plan: to wreak justice on the man who had
put him in prison in the first place. 




Terry ‘The Turn-Up’ Masters, a nasty piece of
work, whose crime organisation is based in
London.



But before Ben can get started on his mission,
another matter is brought to his attention: Jack’s father has been murdered and
he will not rest until the killers are found.




Suddenly, Ben finds himself drawn in to helping
Jack in his quest for revenge.




In the process, he descends into the fold of
Manchester’s most notorious crime organisation – the
Berg – the very people he wants to bring down…




This action-packed and fast-paced story will
keep you turning the pages.
Manchester is vividly portrayed as Ben races around
the city seeking vengeance.

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It’s not long before I am there again. Haugh
Road, right in the middle. Everything looks the
same, right down to the chewing gum on the pavements. There’s the old off-
licence, the pub I used to drink in. There’s the phone box I’d call my mates
from, out the front of the house I called home for thirty years.
My heart feels a hot stab at seeing it, worse than I
expected. Home.
It’s a terraced house that could do with some work.
The lawn is a bit longer than Dad used to have it, by quite a bit, actually,
and the PVC window frames we had put in on a government grant to promote
greener living a few years ago are a bit mucky. The door is still painted red,
with a brass knocker.
What are you doing here, Ben? Are you going to
invite yourself in for a cuppa? Or stand out here like a stalker?
I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. But somehow,
I needed to see it. I needed to see something concrete, to remind me where I
came from... Christ, this fucking neediness... I don’t like it.
I feel abandoned by them, for sure, but they had
their reasons. They were so proud, and suddenly all that pride was gone.
And now, with my visit this evening? I suppose I just
need to know that, even though everything else is chaos, things back here at
home remain the same. We wouldn’t even need to talk, just...
In fact, despite the curtains being open, it doesn’t
look like they are home.
Wait. I can see in through the front window, despite
the dwindling light. Something’s different: On the left-hand side, Grandma’s
mirror is missing, the one passed down to Mum when she died. It had a gold
frame – well, gold edging on top of tin – and it was Mum’s pride and joy. And
the curtains that are open... there are no curtains. Looking closer I
can see the tie-back hooks stand visible and empty.
I walk up the path, leaving prints in the long grass,
and peer inside, and more and more of my past looms up in front of me the
closer I get. But this nostalgia, and the stir of anticipation that has arisen
despite my efforts to subdue it, is quickly replaced by something cold,
something bitter.
The room is empty.
I can see through to the kitchen along the old carpet
that runs right through the downstairs, which in the emptiness now looks more
threadbare. There’s nothing.
They’ve gone. My parents have left here.
I stand simply staring into the hollow space, and
feel as if I’m gazing into the very emptiness that has been abruptly carved
inside of me. My feeling of loneliness is complete.
I have no way to contact them. They are gone, and
from the look of things, gone for good. And considering that they never sent me
a forwarding address while I was in prison, they clearly don’t want me to know
where they are.
All I wanted was to see that they were ok, but as far
as I can tell, they didn’t even want me to have that. They have disowned me. I
should have guessed from their passive stares in the public gallery at my
trial, fixing on any point but their own son’s searching gaze. I can’t help but
stand and dwell.
I quickly decide that I’ve had enough. I walk away
because there’s nothing for me here anymore, not for the first time. Rawmarsh
is no longer my home. I feel I could cry, but I won’t. No chance – those
bastards, they won’t get that from me.
I walk down the path to the scuffed, mucky pavement.
The gum on the concrete beneath my shoes, some of it is undoubtedly mine. My
DNA lies at my feet, inseparable from my town, my past. That DNA is now the
only evidence I was ever here. Thirty years of love, life, family – all reduced
to a dirty bit of gum on an old pavement. 
This will steel me. Toughen me. It has to. Because
this would, could, should break a lesser man. 


Robert Parker is a new exciting
voice, a married father of two, who lives in a village close to 
ManchesterUK. He has both a law degree and a degree in film and media
production, and has worked in numerous employment positions, ranging from
solicitor’s agent (essentially a courtroom gun for hire), to a van driver, to a
warehouse order picker, to a commercial video director. He currently
writes full time, while also making time to encourage new young readers and
authors through readings and workshops at local schools and bookstores. In his
spare time he adores pretty much all sport, boxing regularly for charity, loves
fiction across all mediums, and his glass is always half full.

His latest book is the
crime/thriller, A WANTED MAN.

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Five by J.A. Huss book blitz


Five
J.A. Huss
(Mister 0.5)
Publication date: September 19th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Five Aston has known Rory Shrike for as long as he can remember. He played with her in the sandbox. He went to every damn horse show just to be supportive. He helped her with her French, walked her home from school, and faked his test scores just to stay with her a little longer and not be sent off to college early.

But eventually he had to move on.

And so did she.

Never has a second chance meant so much to a boy who loves a girl.

A standalone book that is also a spin-off of the Rook & Ronin Series and prequel to the Mister Series. You can read it first, you can read it last. It doesn’t really matter because it’s f*cking Five.

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EXCERPT:

“You want a kiss?”

“Mmmhmm,” I say, closing my eyes as I picture it. God, I’ve dreamed of this moment for ages. “I really need one, Five.”

His mouth touches my earlobe. Lips caress the soft skin of my neck. “Like this?” he asks.

“Yes,” I practically moan. “Just… like… that.”

“Do you want more, Princess?” he asks, his voice low now. Growly. Filled with so much promise.

“More, please,” I say, in my sweetest princess voice.

“Then promise me, baby. Just say those two words. ‘I promise.’ And as soon as you do that, I’ll give you everything you want. OK?”

“Five,” I moan. “Just—”

His hands come up suddenly. He cups my face, stares into my eyes with the most sincere expression I’ve ever seen on him. And underneath that sincerity, I see… fear. “Promise me.”

“Five,” I say, unable to stop staring back. This is everything. Everything I’ve always dreamed of. Five pressing me up against a wall. Me, the only thing on his mind. Except I’m not the only thing on his mind, am I? No. Those creeps from the past are back. That’s why he’s here. And even though I’d normally not give in so easy, I know this is not a game. So I say, “I promise. Now stop talking, you stupid genius, and kiss me already.”

He smiles. Leans in. I close my eyes, ready for it. Finally gonna get what I want.

But then he moves his mouth to my ear and nibbles on my lobe. “Good girl,” he coos. “But I’m not sure I believe you, Princess. I can feel those wheels turning inside your head. They’re grinding hard.” He presses his hard cock against my hip when he says that last part. “So I’m gonna hold off on that kiss until I get back tonight. And if you’ve been good, and if you’ve held up your end of the—”

“What?” I say, pushing him back. “You will do no such thing, Five Aston! I want a fucking kiss and I want one right now! I’ve waited six years for this, and denying me is practically emotional abuse. Now stop fucking around and kiss me, goddammit!”

“Who’s the boss of you, Rory?”

I huff out some air. “Me.”

He smiles. It’s a big, genuine, I’m-gonna-teach-you-who’s-boss smile. “Wrong answer.”



Author Bio:

JA Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/AuthorJAHuss), Twitter (@jahuss), and her blog, New Adult Addiction (www.jahuss.com).

If you’re interested in getting your hands on an advanced release copy of her upcoming books, sneak peek teasers, or information on her upcoming personal appearances, you can join her newsletter list (http://eepurl.com/JVhAr) and get those details delivered right to your inbox.

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Karina's Silver Shoes book blitz

Between You and Me by Lynn Turner blitz


Between You and Me
Lynn Turner
(The Wild Rose Press)
Publication date: September 20th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Love at first sight strikes Seattle Scientist Finnegan Kane at the worst possible moment, paralyzing him as he’s pitching his cutting-edge idea to powerful New York venture capitalist Emanuela Monroe…

Finn survived the crash that killed his parents when he was sixteen. Twenty years later, his smart devices are about to redefine what it means to be disabled.

Emanuela makes dreams come true for a living, but still longs to fulfill her own. Despite Finn’s stunning secret, she thinks his idea might be worth the risk…and he’s determined to show her that he is, too.

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Christmas Eve

Finn removed the large gift box he’d hidden in Emanuela’s closet and set it on the bed in front of her. He sat at its edge, his obvious anticipation of her opening it almost as great as hers. “Happy Christmas Eve, Emmi.”

She smiled and, at his nod, lifted the lid. “Whoa.”

She reached in, carefully lifting the model house from the box. It was alabaster in color, and the detailing was incredible. She recognized the floor-to-ceiling windows at the south end and gasped, turning it to admire the familiar wrap-around deck. There were grooves indicating the planks of wood the deck was made from, and exterior lighting just like the ones on the house Finn rented in Penn Cove. She fingered the tiny fibers that made up the rigid parts of the house.

Her eyes narrowed. “You printed this?”

He nodded again. She giggled at his body language. He was as still as a log, his ears perky, eyes bright–If he’d had a tail, it would have wagged.

“Finn?”

“Take the roof off. Have a look inside.”

She lifted the ends of the roof and it came completely off. Inside was a perfect replica of the interior, each room complete with removable furnishings and detail equally as stunning as the outside—like the natural granite of the free-standing fireplace in the living space and the logged walls of the bedrooms. Perfect—except there seemed to be extra space.

She frowned. “I don’t remember that being there.”

He grinned, crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. “That’s because it isn’t there yet. Turn it again, but this time go slow.”

Her head jerked to the side, but she did as instructed, turning the model until the front of the house faced her again. There, just out front, was a tiny signpost that read “Sold.”

She yelped. “Oh my God! When? I thought he wasn’t selling?” Her voice grew higher and squeakier with each question.

He shrugged. “I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“Finn!” She smacked him impatiently.

He laughed, lifting his shoulder against her assault. “My offer was more than fair—well above market value. I could tell he wanted to keep it, but after I told him it held sentimental value for me—and that he could buy a house almost anywhere with what I was offering—I convinced him to sell.”

She could have cried. She loved that house, but was resigned to living somewhere else, convincing herself that anywhere with Finn would be home. Maybe it was selfish, but she’d been heartbroken at the prospect of someone else living there, getting to watch the sunrise—their sunrise—every morning.

She pointed to the extra space again, her voice barely above a whisper. “And this?”

“A bigger office, a den, a pool—whatever you want, Emmi.”

She slid the model to the side, enough to clear the space between them, and beckoned him to her with her finger. “I’m so happy,” she whispered against his lips.

“That’s all I want.”



Author Bio:

Lynn Turner inherited her writing gene from her mother, who created fantastic tales about witches, invisible worlds and talking animals, and read them to her children at night. Lynn isn’t as great with the voices as her mother, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.

She discovered romance far too young, when a mission to find a young adult fantasy title led her to historical romance. She spent hours skimming those sumptuous pages, drinking in the vivid descriptions of settings and clothes, feisty heroines and looming lords, and poetic language. (She may or may not have enjoyed the PG-13 bits too, tucking a new title beneath her pillow at night).

She enjoys character-driven narratives most, and anything that transports her someplace else. Passionate about food and travel, she features healthy doses of both in the stories she crafts. Above all, she is dedicated to writing inclusive stories that explore what it means to be imperfectly human.

When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling, dreaming of traveling, or watching old Samantha Brown travelogue videos and wishing she had her job. She and her husband share their home in California with their two extraordinary children, and hope to add a little furry one to the family very soon.

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Firework Girls Series by Jordyn White blitz


Forbidden Heat
Jordyn White
(Firework Girls #1)
Publication date: September 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

My plans for the future didn’t include falling for my professor.

But how could I help being struck speechless by the sexy smile and warm intelligence of Professor Shane Brooks?

What starts as wistful gazing from the back of the room leads to stolen touches that melt my core, and ends with a midnight encounter right on school grounds.

Those weren’t the kind of after-school activities I had in mind.

Will Shane hate himself for what we’ve done, or resent me for wanting it? I don’t know. I’m too lost in the heat of his body and the depths of his soul.

Sooner or later someone’s bound to find out about us, and it’s not going to be pretty.

The only question is, are we strong enough to survive it?

FORBIDDEN HEAT is a full-length standalone in the Firework Girls contemporary romance series. Jordyn White takes you on a delightful journey of secret rendezvous, nerdy soulmates, and transcendent love in this completely swoon-worthy forbidden romance.

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I’ve been at the pool for so long, I’m starting to worry he’s not going to show. I’m in the water, but haven’t been swimming laps. If he comes, sees me, and decides to bolt again, I’ll only have one chance.

It’s nearly eleven when Professor Shane Brooks walks through the glass door. I’m low in the water, my head just above the surface, so he doesn’t see me.

When he deposits his towel on the concrete bench, I smoothly lift myself out of the pool. I don’t even look at him at first. I rise to my feet, the water streaming off my nearly naked body. I know what I look like in a bikini, and for the first time in my entire life, I’m using it to my advantage.

I tilt my head back, smoothing my hands along my hair to ease out the excess water. I’m well aware of the natural back arch that occurs when a woman brushes her hands over her hair. I don’t over-exaggerate the movement or try to thrust out my chest like a cheap porn star.

Instead I allow my body to flow gracefully and trust Sam’s white, string bikini do it’s magic.

When I straighten, Shane Brooks looks like a deer caught in headlights.

I smile knowingly. “Evening.”

He blinks.

He looks ready to bolt, so I stay where I am. “Would you mind grabbing my towel?” I gesture to the far end of the pool, away from the door, where my fluffy, white towel awaits, next to my neatly-folded clothes.

His gentlemanly instincts take over and he goes to retrieve my towel. I’m both amazed and exhilarated to see my devious plan is working. So far, at least. I’ve never set out to seduce a man I wasn’t already in a relationship with. Is this how Sam does it?

I take a few steps away from the edge of the pool, but wait patiently for him to get my towel and bring it back to me. He’s looking as sexy as he always does, the tee he’s wearing hinting at the firm chest underneath.

He holds out the towel at arm’s length, clearly trying not to get too close.

I take it and drape it over one shoulder as the water beads up on my skin. I allow our eyes to rest on each other as he stands there, seemingly unable to move. His eyes keep sneaking downward, onto my bare stomach, my breasts, and lower. He’s apparently doing this against his will because he keeps snapping his eyes back up to my face.

I raise one eyebrow and put my hands on my hips. “Aren’t you going to swim?”

His lips part like he’s going to say something. Instead he frowns and turns away from me.

As he approaches the bench, I quietly follow him. He pulls off his shirt. His back is broad and muscular, tapering to a trim waist. The sight of his bare back gets me slightly off balance for the first time since he came in. I’ve been acting like the one in control here, but the feelings he gives me are enough to knock me on my ass, if I’m not careful.

He drops his shirt next to his towel and turns to find I’m not where he left me. His lips part with surprise, but his eyes trail downward again. This time, he lets his gaze linger. And linger. Drinking me in.

I slowly take a step toward him. He’s looking in my eyes again.

I’m pulled into his gaze. We fall into that look, that deep look we’ve shared before and suddenly it’s all over for me too. Gone the cool seductress. I could no more hide my desire for him than I could stop myself from feeling it.

And Shane Brooks? He looks like he’s fighting a battle to resist partaking of a particularly delectable treat… and losing.



Author Bio:

Jordyn White writes steamy romances featuring smart, sexy women and the swoon-worthy men who adore them. Her sexy love stories are full of passion but don’t skimp on the tenderness. She’s addicted to trendy coffee houses, poolside lounging, and HEAs. When not tapping blissfully away on her laptop, she takes time to enjoy life with her husband and their children.

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Born, Darkly by Trisha Wolfe blitz


Born, Darkly
Trisha Wolfe
(Darkly, Madly Duet, #1)
Publication date: September 19th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

He challenged her sanity.

She shattered his reality.

They dared each other…to the brink of madness.

A dark and twisted maze awaits criminal psychologist London Noble when she falls for her patient, convicted serial killer, Grayson Pierce Sullivan. As she unravels the traps, her sanity tested with each game, she’s forced to acknowledge the true evil in the world around her.

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Author Bio:

From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself.

For more information on Trisha Wolfe and her works, please visit: www.TrishaWolfe.com

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