Wednesday, February 20, 2019

#NewRelease - Unquiet Souls by @christinejpope

 

Title: Unquiet Souls
Author: Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Christian Bentulan (Covers by Christian)
Editor: Katherine Tomlinson, Story Authority
Publication Date: February 20th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
Their chemistry could make their show a monster hit — if the monsters don’t kill them first.

On the surface, psychologist Audrey Barrett is the perfect co-host for Michael Covenant’s new cable series, Project Demon Hunters. She’s smart, articulate, and photogenic as hell.

There’s just one problem. Michael has made it his mission to stay out of her orbit. Thanks to his producer’s stubborn insistence, however, there’s no avoiding her — which means Michael will have to bury his secrets even deeper.

After the tragedy that took her parents ten years earlier, Audrey has kept herself on the fringe of the paranormal world. But with her small therapy practice floundering, the money the show’s offering is too good to pass up.

From the moment they step inside a rundown mansion, things start flying: sparks between Audrey and Michael, not to mention furniture hurled by something determined to make sure their investigation fails. Worse, evil seems to have followed Audrey home — and she discovers why the man at her side on camera is the last man she can trust in real life.

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USA Today bestseller Christine Pope is the author of the paranormal romance Witches of Cleopatra Hill series and the Djinn Wars series, among many other books (sixty and counting!). Researching UFOs brought her to magical Sedona, Arizona, where she now makes her home. Find out more about her books at christinepope.com.

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The two of them went upstairs, where she paused in front of the open door to her room. Before she could say good night, however, Michael spoke again.
“You know you’re a very extraordinary woman, don’t you?”
He was standing very close. Possibly too close, but Audrey found she didn’t mind. Maybe she should have minded. There might have been a moment when she could have stepped inside her room, made a quick comment about seeing him in the morning. Whatever that moment was, or could have been, it was lost soon enough, because Michael took another step toward her. Now he was only inches away, those odd, gold-flecked gray eyes focused on her face.
Voice a murmur, he said, “You can tell me to stop.”
She knew she should. She knew what was going to come next. But all she could feel was a terrible, aching need, body and soul telling her something her mind had wanted to ignore.
All she could do was shake her head. Not telling him to stop, as he’d said, but letting him know that she didn’t want to say those words.
She didn’t want him to stop.
And then he was bending toward her, and she felt as if she was falling into those eyes as his mouth touched hers. In that instant, the need within her seemed to flare with a terrible fire, wanting even more than this kiss, wanting him so badly that the strength of her desire shocked her. Had she ever felt this way with anyone else?
She didn’t think so, but right then she also wasn’t quite capable of rational thought. All she knew was that kissing Michael Covenant felt more right than anything else she’d ever done, even though she knew deep down that they should not be doing this. Not when they were working together. Not when he was being so secretive about his past.
Despite all those thoughts raging through her head, he was the one to end the kiss, not Audrey. He lifted his mouth from hers and took a step backward, then said, “I shouldn’t have done that.”


#CoverReveal & #Giveaway - The Dead Girl's Stiletto by Quinn Avery



Title: The Dead Girl’s Stiletto
Author: Quinn Avery
Genre: Mystery Thriller
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber
Publication Date: April 2nd, 2019
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Blurb:
Nearly a decade after moving across the country, journalist Bexley Squires returns home when one of Hollywood’s brightest stars makes her an offer she can’t refuse. After all, it’ll take more than the chump change in her bank account to find her missing sister.

But the elite seaside community of Papaya Springs has become more corrupt than she imagined, and she soon stumbles into a web of twisted games played by the rich and famous. With time running out, can she save her sister before it's game over?

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QUINN AVERY is a bestselling and award winning author from the Midwest with 27 novels published under various pen names. The Bexley Squires Mystery series is the first mystery/thriller novel under the Quinn Avery pseudonym.

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Prologue
She knew the game was over—she was about to die. She could feel it in her bones. The young woman wept as she staggered across the main deck of a super yacht near Papaya Springs, playground for the filthy rich and famous. A crisp breeze sent a violent chill racing through her body. She was naked apart from a pair of high heels. She was also badly bruised, and utterly baffled. The moonlight cast a sinister glow on the dark water surrounding the vessel. The boat gently rocked beneath her with the ocean’s swells. Where was she? How did she get there?

Her chest heaved as she continued to stumble ahead. Pain radiated through her skull, and her forehead was covered with something warm that also saturated her eyes and blurred her vision. She swiped the sticky substance with a trembling hand. Blood coated her fingertips. Had someone hurt her? Did she have an accident? She remembered a fight…

Nausea sloshed through her stomach. She knew she should yell for help. In the deepest depths of her cloudy memory, she also knew no one would come to her rescue. They were after her. Her throat filled with bile.

She didn’t understand why her thoughts were so muddled. Had she taken something? Heart pounding an erratic beat, she continued to scurry across the teak wood. Her lungs burned. Panic set in. There was nowhere to hide.

Then she saw him emerging from the shadows. She limped into his open arms.

“I’m scared!” she cried. “What’s happening?”

Gentle hands caressed her back. Warm lips swept over her shoulder. His familiar scent instantly put her at ease.

But there was something off. The woman sensed it with every nerve in her body.

“Shhh…there’s no need to cry,” he cooed. “Everything’s going to be okay.” The words were a contradiction to the sorrow wavering in his voice.

“Noooo,” she slurred with a sob. She backed away until something was pressed against her shoulder blades. A railing. There was nowhere else to go. She was trapped. “Please…don’t let them do this.”

The woman’s cries came in agonizing howls. She wanted her mom and dad. She wanted to go home.

She knew his face was the last thing she would ever see.

* * *

Twenty-year-old Eric O’Neil sprinted across the sandy shore, his feet leaving deep indentations in the fine powder. Multimillion dollar yachts skimmed across the glittering Pacific Ocean less than a mile away. Hulls sparkled like diamonds in the sweltering sun. Crisp masts snapped in the warm wind. Speakers blasted whatever gangster rap was currently dominating the charts. Even on an early holiday afternoon, it was an opportunity for the wealthy to play in SoCal, exposing their sun kissed shoulders without a care in the world. A moderate amount of sunbathers dotted the majestic shoreline, generally those too poor to be among those playing in vessels on the water.

​Generally only two types were known to be residents of the swanky community: those with unfathomable wealth, and those paid to serve them. It was common knowledge to locals that illegal drugs ran rampant, and everyone went out of their way to keep their secret, fearing their source of income would disappear along with their customers. It was rumored some establishments even had secret rooms where they could relax amongst luxurious amenities while ingesting white powder and popping pills. Eric had hoped he’d come across one of those places, but he was merely stoked he’d scored primo weed from a high-end dispensary using his fake ID. They didn’t have anything like it back in Detroit. He was higher than the blue skies above his head.

​He yelled over his shoulder to his girlfriend, “Try to keep up!” He was slated to be Papaya Springs College’s best baller this season, having broken his state’s high school records two seasons in a row for most points scored by one player. The moment he stepped on the basketball court he was a true god, destined for a pro team after college. There had already been a handful of recruiters vying for his attention with under-the-table bribes of trips involving drugs and hordes of female companions.

It gave him an even greater sense of pride when Tehya Jensen—unquestionably the hottest and richest chick he knew—literally chased after him. Her parents owned a string of hotels all over the world, and they had invited Eric to spend Thanksgiving at their $20 million condo. He never imagined he’d be privileged to that kind of lifestyle. His parents had teetered on the edge of poverty ever since the automotive plants began to shut down. He’d only been able to afford college because of the athletic scholarship.

​“Seriously, my limbs are too heavy for this!” Teyha whined from far away. “Slow down!”

​Laughing manically, Eric rounded the corner, stumbling across a sand dune. He lost his footing, long limbs sprawled around him as he face-planted onto the beach. With a long grunt, he flipped around to his back and started to move his hands and legs at his sides.

“Look at me…I’m a sand angel,” he muttered before releasing a nasally chuckle.

Then the back of his arm connected with something firm, wet, and exceptionally clammy. Eric rolled to his side, blinking heavily at the sight before him. A naked woman with giant knockers was fast asleep where the tide had recently gone down in the sand. Dark, wet hair covered her face, and her arms and legs were spread out around her like she had just made angels in the sand too. In fact, one of her legs was crooked at an unusual angle. Wait, Eric thought to himself, she’s not naked. She’s wearing heels.

They weren’t just any pair of heels, either. They were a luminescent gold with rhinestones—hell, maybe even diamonds. If the water hadn’t ruined them, they could be outrageously expensive. Since Eric didn’t have two spare pennies to rub together after covering expenses not included in his scholarship, he would have to get creative in finding someone as rich as Tehya an impressive Christmas present. He didn’t want to screw up the chance of getting invited back to her parents’ condo.

​Eric peered over his shoulder, ensuring Tehya wasn’t close before he went to work in removing the woman’s shoes. The suction of her wet skin made removing them more difficult than he had anticipated. Either that or he was still seriously tripping from his last hit of the primo joint. Tongue trapped between his teeth, Eric pulled and pulled until the unconscious woman’s feet gave up the fight.

Just as he was contemplating copping a quick feel of the woman’s perfect tits (he was dying to find out if they were real), Tehya’s muffled scream pierced the warm air. He twisted around to find his girlfriend holding both hands over her mouth, eyes as wide as a cartoon character’s. She wore a skimpy little dress that made her father’s face as red as a cherry when they came down from her room after a heated make out session. Warmth spread through Eric’s groin when he recalled how many times he had violated that sweet little body in the condo with her parents nearby.

“Ohmygod! Eric, what are you doing?”

All at once remembering he was holding the woman’s shoes—Tehya’s present—he clumsily moved them behind his back. “It’s fine, babe. She’s sleeping.”

A funny little noise slipped from Tehya’s throat. “She does not look like she’s sleeping. Look at her head!”

Eric stretched back to the woman. Now that he paid a little closer attention, it did seem like there was something terribly wrong. Was that her brain peering back at him? He crawled backwards on his hands and feet in the sand like the crab they’d tried to give a hit to earlier while getting high. Eric laughed at the memory as he climbed back up to his feet.

“This isn’t funny!” Tehya scolded, her voice becoming even more annoying with every syllable. “Were you stealing her shoes?”

“If she’s really dead, she’s not gonna need them anymore,” he insisted, lifting them in the air for emphasis. “They’d look hotter on you anyway.”

“No way I’m wearing shoes you stole off a corpse!”

​Eric rolled his eyes. Women were never satisfied. He tossed them back by his feet. “Happy now?”

​“You can’t leave them here! We have to call the police, and they’ll think we were somehow involved if they find your fingerprints! Ohmygod we’re totally going to jail! Our lives are over! You’re going to get kicked off the team, and—”

“Babe, stop!” Eric demanded, bracing a hand over her warm lips. “The weed is making you paranoid. We’re not going to jail, and they’re not kicking me off the team. We’ll take the shoes with us, then we’ll call the cops from somewhere far away from here.”

Eric scooped the incriminating evidence off the sand before taking his girlfriend’s hand and leading her away. He wasn’t going to prison because of some stupid shoes. Besides, if they were really as valuable as he suspected, then maybe there was a way they could bring in some money.










#PreOrder - Seven Nights by @DLGallieAuthor


Title: Seven Nights
Author: DL Gallie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Tash Drake from Outlined with Love Designs
Publication Date: February 27th, 2019
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Blurb:
It was only meant to be a one-night fling for Bryce and Hayden, but when one night wasn’t enough, they agreed to seven more.

A week was all it took for the shy florist and the ruggedly handsome rig worker to know they needed more.

It seemed simple enough, but the danger lurking in the shadows threatened their future.

They hoped to have forever, but they found out the hard way forever wasn’t as easy as it seemed. 

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DL Gallie is from Queensland, Australia, but she’s lived in many different places all over the world, including the UK and Canada. She currently resides in Central Queensland with her husband and two munchkins. She and her husband have been together since she was sixteen, and although they drive each other crazy at times, she couldn’t imagine her life without him.

Shortly after her son was born, DL began reading again. With encouragement from her husband, she picked up the pen and started writing, and now the voices in her head won’t shut up.

DL enjoys listening to music, drinking white wine in the summer, red wine in the winter, and beer all year round. She’s also never been known to turn down a cocktail, especially a margarita.

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“Hayden,” she breathlessly whispers.

“I love hearing you say my name.”

“Hayden,” she whispers again. She grips my head and pulls me to her, slamming her lips against mine. Nipping her bottom lip, I pull back and stare at her. This woman has captivated me for the last week. Never in a million years did I think I’d see her again. And never again, did I think she’d be here in my loft. She murmurs my name again and it unleashes something inside of me. I slam my lips against hers and ravage her mouth.


Her fingers pull at my shirt, as she tries to get the buttons undone but her hands are shaking. Reaching behind me, I grab my shirt by the collar and lift it over my head, throwing it on the floor beside us. Her eyes rake over my torso, leaving a blazing trail of lust behind. She slowly begins to unbutton her dress. My eyes watch intently as one by one the buttons pop open. When her hands reach my crotch, she cheekily palms my cock through my pants before nudging me aside as she continues to undo her dress. The last button is undone; reaching forward I separate the material to expose her body. She’s wearing bright pink satin panties and nothing else.