Blog Tour-Project Lexi

Title – Project

Lexi

Series – The Lexi Series

Author – Lisa Survillas

Genre – NA/Contemporary Romance

Publication Date – June 19, 2014

Publisher – Lisa Survillas

Cover Artist – Cover design by Kimberly Knight

Photographs for cover – Geanette Trumbull of

http://www.TLCbyG.com

 

 

 

Book Blurb/Synopsis

Lexi Crandall’s, world is turned upside down junior year of high school.

Her confession tears her family apart and leaves them broken. Looking for escape, she heads out of

town for college. Wracked with guilt and shame, she keeps to herself, befriending only her roommate,

Paige.

Derek Fressen experiences one tragedy after another. After learning

to cope with being raised by a single mom, he and his sister, Tiffany, become closer than ever. When

Tiffany escapes Seattle for college, Derek takes the opportunity to leave his past behind as well.

San Francisco State University is where Lexi and Derek find themselves

junior year, thrown into the most uncomfortable situation possible, a group project that requires each

to open up about their past. Their grade depends upon the ability to prove to the professor through a

class presentation that they truly learned about one another.

Painful memories and terrifying tests of courage propel Lexi to learn how

to take baby steps in the healing process and give her hope of one day feeling normal. Although he feels

he’s pretty well healed from the horrible events of his past, Derek is lonely and longing for a life of more.

Will they be able to share enough of their lives with each other to pass this class? How much will Lexi

let Derek help her in the process? Are their tragic pasts too much to overcome, or will love be in their

future?

 

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THIS OR THAT

1. Blondes or Brunettes

2. Night or Day

3. Socks or Bare feet

4. Swimming pool or Ocean – I’d rather be on the sand than the pool deck…I hate being in the water! lol

5. One or Two

6. Amazon or Barnes and Noble

7. Clean shaven or Facial hair

8. Unsweetened Tea or Sweet Tea

9. Reindeer or People

10. Caveman or Astronaut

 

EXCERPT

I can’t get her to look at me, I think she’s ashamed that she has no

experience to go with. When I’m finally begging, she looks up and I can’t help it. She looks so lost, so

sad. I know that she just needs the courage, but how will she ever find it if she doesn’t know what the

reward is like? So I lean over, I place my hand on her cheek, and my lips on hers. She doesn’t freak out,

so I use my tongue to entice her. I run it along her lower lip. I feel her breathing pick up and I’m nervous

she’ll push me away, but when she doesn’t I try to coax her lips apart so I can really kiss her. When she

opens them, her tongue meets mine and I have to keep repeating to myself, “Slow, slow, slow,” or my

body might take over and try to push her past her limits. She’s not ready for more than this.

I don’t let myself linger too long. I would love to kiss her all night, but

she needs baby steps. I need to give her that or this won’t work. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself, but I

should’ve made sure it was okay first.” I say it knowing that she needed the surprise of it or it would’ve

never happened.

Her response takes me by surprise, “Don’t. Be. Sorry.” She is breathing

hard and can’t form a sentence. I love it. That means she loved it. When she brings her hand up to touch

her lips, I know I can make this better for her. I stop her hand with mine and leaving the other on her

cheek, I lean back in for a deeper kiss. She responds immediately. I make this one longer, but not much.

This time when I pull back, we are both panting for air.

“Wow.” A simple statement from her confirming that she liked it.

 

 

 

 

 

AUTHOR BIO

I’m Lisa. I live in sunny southern California with my wonderful husband and two teenage children.

Hubbyis a high school PE teacher and is the coach of three different high school sports. With two kids

in high school and involved in activities both inside and outside of school, I have a lot to juggle. When

home, I lock myself inside the office to write. I’ve always loved to write, but life always seemed to be too

busy. When inspiration finally hit, I made the most of the time hubby and kids were busy and published

my first book in February 2014. It’s a teen/young adult book and the first in a series. I’m currently

working on a New Adult/Contemporary Romance series with the first book due out end of June 2014. Be

on the look-out for more.

 

STALKER LINKS

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Wishlist Wednesday #39

I usually don’t do the ‘why I want this book’ portion because I suck at expressing exactly why I do want a certain book w/o sounding stupid. But I thought I would give it a shot with Broadchurch. It deserves it. This is the novelization of the hit British TV Drama that aired last year. It starred people like David Tennant, Olivia Colman and Arthur Darvill. This is seriously one of the best shows out there. I’m not kidding. It’s really amazing. Groundbreaking. Season 2 has been announced plus an Americanization of the show (boo). I would love to read the novel. My hopes is that it will be just as amazing as the show.

BLURB-In the sleepy British seaside town of Broadchurch, Detective Ellie Miller has just returned from vacation, only to learn that she’s been passed over for a promotion at work in favor of outsider Alec Hardy. He, escaping the spectacular failure of his last case, is having trouble finding his way into this tight-knit community wary of new faces. But professional rivalry aside, both detectives are about to receive some terrible news: 11-year-old Danny Latimer has been found murdered on the beach.

For Ellie it’s a personal blow; Danny was her older son’s best friend. She can’t believe anyone in Broadchurch would ever have harmed him. But Alec considers everyone, even Danny’s parents, suspect in his death. It’s a living nightmare for everyone involved…even before the press arrive and start stirring up the secrets every town member keeps hidden behind closed doors.

An intimate portrait of a town and the ordinary grievances that have slowly simmered for years before boiling over in an unthinkable crime, this remarkable adaptation of the hit television show Broadchurch tells the story of a shattered family, a reeling town, and the two imperfect detectives trying to bring them answers.

Blog Tour- How I Became Lotus Raine… the porn star by Erika Ashby

I refused to work my way up the company ladder by sexually favoring my sleazy boss. I was beginning to lose hope. Until one day, he surprised me with an assignment that would literally rock my world.

I never imagined my first assignment being my last. But Brent Nichols worked his way inside every way possible, unlocking something within me. 

Becoming a porn star was never part of the plan. Neither was changing my name. 

Everyone else knows me as Lucy Rogers, but you can call me Lotus Raine.

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“We don’t have to do this tonight, but you’ll just be prolonging the inevitable if you decide against it.” His hand moved to my neck, cradling it as it fell back and his free hand trailed up my thigh, moving under the jean fabric of my shorts. “If you don’t want to go all the way, I won’t fight it, but let me at least give you a taste of what you’ll be missing out on.” He bent down, whispering into my ear, licking the edge of it as his finger slipped beneath the security of my cotton panties. Man was I thankful for my non-painted on shorts at that very moment. And so was my conscious pussy.

I bit my lip—hard—suppressing the moan. I internalized it by pressing my center closer to him, as his finger moved in and out of me deeper and faster.

“So wet. So wet and tight.” He murmured praises into my neck as he recklessly worked his finger in and out of me. I had never been touched as possessively and with such expertise as I had with him. In my mind, he had to be a professional fingerer. That had to be a profession, right?

Knocking at the door broke through my consciousness and caused my body to tense.

“Wait your fuckin’ turn,” he turned his head, yelling toward the door.

“We need to go,” I said hesitantly as he continued working his finger, adding his thumb to the mix as he rubbed my clit. My hands pressed into the top of the counter as I pushed myself further into the wall. I could feel it deep within me—signs of what was to come, forming and beginning to crackle throughout my body. Like an electrical current seeking full charge. Sparks here and there uniting, wanting to become one combustible unit.

“We aren’t leaving this bathroom until you get off. Either by my finger or my dick. The choice is yours.”

“Seriously?” I withered even more beneath him. “Who talks like that?” I had never been so turned on in all my life. It wasn’t just the way he was touching me, but that damn mouth of his could get me off by words alone.

“Men who know what they’re doing.” He looked up and gave me a sexy smirk.

 

Being born an “Army Brat”, Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She’s a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn’t until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.

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Blog Tour-Snow in July by Kim Iverson Headlee

 

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Snow in July

AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee

GENRE – Young Adult Paranormal Historical Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – July 2014

LENTH (Pages/# Words) – 386 pages/94K words

PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press

COVER DESIGNER – Natasha Brown

 

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Sir Robert Alain de Bellencombre has been granted what every man wants: a rich English estate in exchange for his valiant service at the Battle of Hastings. To claim this reward, the Norman knight must wed the estate’s Saxon heiress. Most men would leap at such an opportunity, but for Alain, who broke his vow to his dying mother by failing to protect his youngest brother in battle, it means facing more easily broken vows. But when rumors of rampant thievery, dangerous beasts, and sorcery plaguing a neighboring estate reach his ears, nothing will make him shirk duty to king and country when people’s lives stand at risk. He assumes the guise of a squire to scout the land, its problems, and its lady.

Lady Kendra of Edgarburh has been granted what no woman wants: a forced marriage to an enemy who may be kith or kin to the man who murdered her beloved brother. Compounding her anguish is her failure to awaken the miraculous healing gift bequeathed by their late

mother in time to save his life. Although with his dying breath, he made her promise to seek happiness above all, Kendra vows that she shall find neither comfort nor love in the arms of a Norman…unless it snows in July.

Alain is smitten by Lady Kendra from the first moment of their meeting; Kendra feels the forbidden allure of the handsome and courtly Norman “squire.” But a growing evil overshadows everyone, invoking dark forces and ensnaring Kendra in a plot to overthrow the king Alain is oath-bound to serve. Kendra and Alain face a battle unlike any other as their honor, their love, their lives, and even their very souls lie in the balance.

 

BUY & TBR LINKS

AMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE CA – AMAZON KINDLE UK

AMAZON PAPERBACK – BARNES & NOBLES NOOK – BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK

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EXCERPT

FIFTEEN THOUSAND MEN and horses writhed across the valley below, appearing as toys in a children’s game.

Many might consider war a game, but Sir Robert Alain de Bellencombre, knight of Normandy bound to the service of Duke William and commander of a unit in the cavalry reserves, did not number among their ranks.

Edward the Confessor, King of England via his Saxon father but Norman by his mother, was dead. This battle, raging near the coastal hamlet called Hastings, would decide the right of one man to wear the English crown: William the Norman, acknowledged by Pope Alexander to be Edward’s lawful successor; or Harold the Saxon, brother of Edward’s wife, the man alleged to be Edward’s deathbed choice.

Stroking his war horse’s glossy charcoal neck to calm her, Alain pondered Harold’s claim. It had to be true. This many men would not sacrifice their lives for a lie. Yet the vast majority of Harold’s supporters were Saxons harboring no wish to bear the Norman yoke. Perhaps such men might be desperate enough to fight for a lie that promised to restore Saxon rule.

A trumpet blared. He signaled his men forward, couched his lance, and spurred Chou to send her careening into the melee.

Harold’s shield wall, which had seemed impregnable, began to crumble under the onslaught of Alain’s unit, hastened by the desertion of men who no doubt decided they weren’t quite so willing to die. Their lord stood exposed just long enough for a Norman archer to sight his mark. Harold fell, screaming and clutching an arrow that protruded from one eye.

Harold’s supporters closed ranks around him, blocking Alain’s view and giving him more than enough to do as the Saxons redoubled their efforts to guard their lord’s body.

A familiar whirl of colors caught Alain’s attention. The saffron leopard prowling on a green field—Étienne! A Saxon knight, with a blue arm and fist blazing defiance across his gray shield, bore down upon Étienne with leveled lance. Étienne tumbled from his horse. He scrambled to his feet and retrieved his sword, putting it to good use on the Saxons surrounding him, although the knight who’d unhorsed him had already ridden in search of other targets.

Lance long since discarded and sword now rising and falling with fatal precision, Alain surged to reach his brother’s side. Protection of her youngest son had been their dying mother’s wish, and he had sworn on his own life to keep Étienne safe.

Before he could close the distance, another Saxon knight fought past Étienne’s guard to thrust a war-knife into his throat. Through the visor the knight’s eyes gleamed with startling, fathomless malice. Alain could only watch in stunned disbelief as he laid his hand upon Étienne’s chest for a few moments. Uttering a soul-freezing howl, the Saxon yanked out his seax and disappeared into the press with Étienne’s shield, denying Alain vengeance.

Shame and grief rent his heart asunder.

He had failed the two he loved most; failed them so utterly that he could never beg their forgiveness in this lifetime.

Pain slammed into his shoulder, toppling him from the saddle. Étienne’s body broke his fall. He tried to roll clear, but a spear through his chest pinned him to Étienne. His gut convulsed, and bile burned his throat. Blinding agony killed his struggle to free himself. Death’s stench invaded his nostrils.

He closed his eyes and waited for his final journey to begin.

 

AUTHOR BIO

Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins — the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century — seem to be sticking around for a while yet.

Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from “the other Washington”) and a direct descendent of 20th-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the 7th-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.

For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press. She also writes romantic historical fiction under the pseudonym “Kimberly Iverson.”

 

AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – WEBSITE / BLOG – FACEBOOK

TWITTER – GOOGLE+ – PINTEREST

GOODREADS – SHELFARI – LINKEDIN – YOUTUBE CHANNEL

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GIVEAWAY PRIZES

• Ebook copies of Snow in July

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GOODREADS GIVEAWAY

• 10 Autographed copies (US residents only) of the print edition

via Goodreads (scheduled to run July 1-31, 2014)

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Blog Tour-Blind Redemption by Violetta Rand

Historical Romance
Date Published: June 25, 2014

The past is something he’d sooner forget…

Aaron McNally hates his past. Banished from his home for betrayal, he trades his tartan for a Norwegian title and sword to win back his honor.

She has a warrior’s heart…

It’s difficult for Kara Dalgaard to act like a lady, even when her father demands it. After the handsome Jarl Aaron McNally arrives at her home recruiting for the king’s army, she’s forced to participate in a cruel deception to humiliate him.

Drawn to his strength and passion, she quickly regrets what she’s done. But duty comes before happiness.

Aaron wants a second chance at life—and Kara is everything he’s dreamed of. But the past always has a way of catching up with you. Will Kara trust him or condemn him to a life of loneliness?

EXCERPT
Kara Dalgaard spit blood on the ground. Her latest mistake, dropping her shield too soon. Marteinn clipped her in the chin with his fist, causing her to bite her tongue. She growled fiercely and attacked, slamming her sword into his wooden shield, then pushed with all her strength. Marteinn laughed as he stumbled backward.

“Follow through, Kara,” her brother urged from the side. “One push isn’t enough, use the edge of your shield. Clap him over the head and kick him in the balls, now.”

“Leave my future children alone,” Marteinn countered as he covered his ballocks with his left hand.

She took advantage of her opponent’s fear, kicking him savagely in the shin.

The six and a half foot warrior dropped his weapon and hopped on one foot. “You little cretin. That hurt.”

“It’s supposed to.” She raised the visor on her helmet, then stared at her target. “Do you yield?”

Before Marteinn replied, Geilir inserted himself between them. “I think you’ve practiced enough today. For the love of Odin, sister, I’ve never seen a woman love swordplay so much.”

“Perhaps the proper parts would heat in my bed.” Marteinn grinned ear to ear.

“Your fantasies are unattainable,” Kara said, thumping the back of his head. She rejected him nearly every day, but her adopted brother only heard what he wanted to hear. She would know the right man when she saw him. She’d believed that all her life. Whether she’d accept him depended on what her heart told her. Although she dreamed of love, giving up her freedom scared her more than anything.

She steered her thoughts back to Marteinn. Raised in her father’s household, he enjoyed the same privileges as her own brothers and teased her as ruthlessly as they did. He baited her constantly, a favorite pastime of all the men in her family. Only now, she was no longer a weak, grubby child. Father wanted her to learn how to fight to protect herself and had appointed Marteinn and Geilir to teach her.

Kara removed her helmet and leather gloves, then dropped them on the ground. A basket of food waited under a nearby tree where the horses were tethered. All three headed in that direction. She arrived first and reached inside the basket—fruit, cheese, bread, and several skins of mead. Her stomach growled as she shoved a hunk of bread in her mouth.

“Give me the bread.” Her brother grabbed the loaf.

“Animal,” she called.

“Ill-mannered wench.”

Laughing, she sat cross legged on the mossy ground and emptied a skin of mead in minutes.

“Where does it all go?” Marteinn gazed at her in wonderment. “Do you have a hollow leg?”

“No.” She smiled. “But you have a hollow head.”

Truly, it wasn’t. Her father had appointed Marteinn as captain of the guard three years ago because he was a talented strategist. Since then, their home survived four attacks. Christian rebels often targeted the pagan lords in Lagenheim. But with fearless men like Marteinn to defend them, none had succeeded.

She admired her foster brother’s face. Chestnut curls framed his magnificent features. High cheekbones and slightly slanted eyes revealed his birthplace. His mother came from an Icelandic province.

Marteinn loved her. She struggled with it, cringed at the idea of regarding him as more than a kinsman. How could she? The boy who used to hold her arms down and force feed her dirt and bugs. It seemed unnatural. The way he stared at her while she ate, reminded her of the way he gazed at her backside whenever she walked by. She’d grown shapelier over the last two years. Breasts too big for her small frame and a curvy arse drew unwanted attention from men in her household every day, further justifying her father’s desire to train her to fight.

Men, including ones as honorable as Marteinn, are soulless creatures in the presence of beauty.

Her sire’s philosophy, not hers. She wholly disagreed. Whenever Kara looked in the mirror, she didn’t see comely features, only someone who refused to embrace womanhood. At nineteen, all her personal interests revolved around charting the stars, riding horses, and learning the healing arts. She hated her body, especially once she realized why her father’s men treated her differently. Some avoided her altogether now. Why? She couldn’t stop the hand of the goddess Frigg, who eventually beckoned all women to the marriage altar.

Over time, Marteinn had grown more aggressive about spending time alone. He asked to go on long walks and expressed the joy he felt sitting with her in the moonlight while she star-gazed. Mapping the heavens meant everything to her. Although she wasn’t opposed to Marteinn’s company, whenever his hand slipped over hers or he scooted too close, she always found an excuse to leave. She refused to give the household slaves reason to gossip about her. What her favorite childhood companion needed was a wife. Perhaps she’d help find him one.

Violetta Rand

Violetta Rand holds a bachelor’s degree in Environmental Policy and a master’s degree in Environmental Management. Serving as an environmental scientist in the state of Alaska for over seven years, she enjoys the privilege of traveling to remote places few people have the opportunity to see.

Violetta has been “in love” with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age, at five, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her neighborhood. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband, Jeff. She enjoys outdoor activities, reading whatever she can get her hands on, music, and losing herself in the worlds she enjoys bringing to life in the pages of her stories.

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Release Day Blast- Statistic by Dawn Robertson

Synopsis:

Love.
Betrayal.
Deception.
Attempted Murder.
Aurora Alexander is everything headlines are made of.

Newly divorced single mother Aurora Alexander is trying to move on with her life.
After a string of unsuccessful blind dates, she turns to internet dating.
Everyone does it, so it has to be safe. Right?

Wrong.

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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21902364-statistic?from_search=true

Prologue

What makes a person tick? Is it the way they are raised? Perhaps it is a genetic predisposition. Our DNA coded from the moment of conception to write out the entire way our life will play out. Of course some things will be left to chance; fate better yet. But I can tell you from personal experience, some people are just born bad. I always did my best, despite having the genetic odds stacked against me. Saying I didn’t win the parental lottery would have been one of the understatements of the century. Yet, I was always able to skate by in life. Trying not to become a statistic. Little did I know other people would take my choices away from me. I guess most of my problems started when I got married. I was such a naïve twenty year old. I thought the world was all sunshine and roses. He was my world, my reason for living. That was until he lost interest in me. A high risk pregnancy, bed rest, sex restrictions, and a colicky baby will kill intimacy for anyone. Breastfeeding isn’t sexy. Neither are the stretch marks Liam left me with. I didn’t care, and I still don’t. But he did, and that is why I caught him in bed with my eighteen year old babysitter when my son was barely three. I know, my life is starting to sound like a soap opera. I wish these were the darkest days. Back then, I thought they were. I thought going through a divorce with a four year old son was the end of the world. Ha. I wish I would have known what my future would hold. What damage could be done at the hands of a stranger I thought I knew. Does anyone truly ever know another person? My answer to that question would be no. Even the most open and honest people have dark secrets. Shit they would never reveal to anyone. You know you have those type of secrets, we all do. Hell, I do. I typically would never tell anyone. Except since the world knows most of them now, it is my turn to tell my own story. The true story of Aurora Alexander. The real dangers of picking up strange men on the internet under the guise of dating, and new beginnings. It all began as a game. A way to spread my wings, and learn the dating game after being out of it for a decade. It ended in a violent attempt on my life. I am a fighter. I have lived to tell my story. No one can silence me. Not even him.

Author Bio:

Dawn Robertson is a two time best selling, twenty-something indie author, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her flock of kids and writes smut.

Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), shopping for My Little Pony goodies, being the life of the party at a book signing, or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.

Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.

Find Dawn Robertson:

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Website : http://eroticadawn.com
AuthorDawnRobertson@gmail.com

Release Day Blitz: Hope Over Fear by J.A. DeRouen

Today is the day – the day that the man I love marries someone else. I don’t deserve pity or sympathy. I’ve made my bed. I left Mason and ripped his heart to pieces as I ran away. The guilt and sorrow consume me, threatening to choke me everyday.

But today is a new beginning. Today is the day I will wake up with a renewed resolve and determination to do better … to be better … to be worthy. My name is Sara Preston, and this is my story about what happens after.

Hope Over Fear can be read as a stand alone novel.

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I slide on my jeans and set out to find Sara. When I reach the doorway of the living room, I see her leaning against the kitchen counter, lost in thought. She’s wearing my shirt, and damn if that doesn’t make my dick twitch. She doesn’t see me, so I take this opportunity to drink her in. The sun shines through her mussed wavy brown hair, and the faintest smile is playing on her lips. She lifts her fingers up to her lips and closes her eyes. A soft giggle escapes her, and I’m mesmerized. Watching her in this private moment, I feel it deep in my chest. So deep, I find myself rubbing my heart to ease the pressure.

Sara breaks out of her trance and reaches up into the cabinet to retrieve two coffee cups. When she lifts her arms, the bottom of my shirt raises up just enough to reveal a hint of her barely-there panties and the under curve of her delectable ass. God, this girl will be the death of me.

I quickly and silently walk up behind Sara, unable to wait another second before I touch her. I wrap my arm around her waist, the other arm around her chest, and gently lick up her neck until I reach her ear. Her body quickly jumps at my touch and then settles into a sultry shiver that runs the length of her body.

 

J.A. Derouen resides in South Louisiana where she lives with her husband, son (aptly nicknamed “The Professor”), and her furry friend, Scout. She has earned bachelor’s degrees in psychology and nursing. When she’s not writing or inhaling romance novels by the stack, she works as a women’s health nurse. She’s been an avid reader and daydreamer since childhood, and she’s never stopped turning the page to get to the next happily ever after.

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AUTHOR INTERVIEW

1. Who designed the cover?
Regina from Mae I Design and Photography

2. What is the message you want to get across with Hope Over Fear?
Hope Over Fear is a story of love, self-acceptance, and forgiveness. Not only forgiving others, but also forgiving ourselves for the mistakes we’ve made. So many times in life, we look back with regret instead of appreciating that our choices, good or bad, have shaped us into who we are now.

3. Why did you want to become an author?
I’ve been an avid reader my entire life, practically inhaling books by the truckload. I’ve also spent my life honing the skill of daydreaming to an art form. Over the past few years, a fictitious town in Louisiana took root in my mind, complete with residents, pasts, and intertwining lives. They inundate my mind, never too far from my thoughts. Putting the story to paper has been cathartic, almost like a form of therapy. I’m not sure that it’s a want as much as a compulsion.

4. Which authors have inspired you?
If I’m being honest, I’d have to say my 9 year old son. Last year, he wrote a poem that won first place in the parish and eventually state Young Author’s Contest. At the ripe old age of 8, my son was a published author. The message of the poem centered on individuality and being exactly who you are. What an inspiring notion! And with those words, my little professor inspired me.

There are many authors that no matter what they write, I’m reading it. I don’t need to read a synopsis or look at any ratings because I love everything they write. To name a few: Kristen Ashley, Ella Frank, Colleen Hoover, Amy Harmon, Heidi McLaughlin, Mia Sheridan, and the list goes on.

5. Do you have any book signings in the future?
Hope Over Fear will only be released as an ebook at this time, so I don’t have any book signings scheduled. Should I release the book as a paperback at a later date, this could change.

6. How can readers contact you?
E-mail: authorjaderouen@gmail.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/JA-Derouen/1480178215546719?ref=bookmarks
Twitter: @JADerouen1
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8184871.J_A_Derouen?from_search=true

7. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I’m having a hard time answering this question. I remember wanting to be a ballerina, but since I opted out of my recital due to stage fright, that may have been overly ambitious. At a loss, I asked my parents if they had any recollection. Their response? “I can’t remember you ever saying anything. You were always so in your head and you didn’t share much.” No truer words have ever been spoken.

8. What are your guilty pleasures?
Anything and everything sweet … I don’t discriminate. I’m an equal opportunity dessert eater. When gourmet cupcake shops started popping up on every corner, my jeans actually cried. True story.

9. What’s in your purse?
When I’m not writing, you can find me working at the local hospital as a nurse. I work 12-hour shifts, so my purse weighs about 15 pounds and is loaded down like CVS pharmacy. I’ve got a full manicure set, dental floss, motrin, eye drops, hair accessories, tubes and tubes of lipstick (that I never, ever wear), lotions, and, of course, $10 worth of quarters for vending machine runs. It should go without saying that I have a special compartment for my Kindle paperwhite. I never, ever go anywhere without my paperwhite.

10. If you got on a plane right now, where would you go?
I’ve been itching to take a trip in September, and by itching, I mean salivating. Since this is a dream trip, I can leave today, right? In September, there is a week span where Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, Crosby, Stills and Nash, and the Kings of Leon are playing at the Red Rocks Amphitheater in Morrison, Colorado. Sitting under the majestic Colorado sky while Grace Potter belts out “Stars”? Heaven on earth.

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She’s about to become his – Mrs. Joseph Gallo.

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SYNOPSIS

Sometimes when you can’t go back, the only way out is to descend into the darkness.

my Captor

When I woke in that place, I just wanted to survive. But survival came at a cost, for which they demanded my will and body.

         my Master

With pain came acceptance. Fully-dependent on the man who claimed me, I learned to appreciate what I had-life and relative safety.

                   my Protector

I watched him spill blood and tend my injuries. With betrayal came a revelation.

The only way out was to bring them all down or die trying.

 

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EXCERPT

Through the haze of sleep, I felt hands on me. Cold and rough. I thought for a fleeting moment that it might have been Kyle. Then, I remembered our break up. It had happened weeks ago, but maybe that part was the dream. My memory was fucked and I couldn’t latch onto a thought long enough to ride it out of the fog. Too many hands. They groped and pulled—rough against my skin and digging into muscle and bone. I tried to retreat, my back pressed into a hard surface beneath me, and my nostrils filled with the smell of musk and damp stale air. I had no idea where I was, or how I’d gotten there. I kicked and gasped, trying to get back to the surface where reality lurked, shimmering in the distance, but just out of reach, like the sun on the surface of the water during a dive. A hand latched onto my hair and held my head back. My eyelids were finally freed from the sticky muck that held me in semi-consciousness, and I opened them to find myself staring up into unfamiliar green eyes. I only held his gaze for a few seconds—if that—but it seemed like it lasted for hours as my brain fought to categorize the details. Its useless attempt to understand what was going on. The man clutching my hair had vivid green eyes, but they may as well have been black given the emotionless void they displayed. His hair was shaggy, brown with a mix of grey, the same colors that stood out in his unkempt stubble. As if he needed any help looking rough. He exhaled and his breath settled over my face, reeking of booze and cigarettes. The smell made me queasy, but I didn’t have time to dwell on that, as another set of hands tugged at my jeans. My gaze traveled around the room, taking in the small crowd. At least half a dozen men surrounded the table where they had me spread out like a holiday feast. All dressed differently, from ragged tank tops to well-fitting dark button-down shirts, but they all projected an air of unchecked danger. Necks marked with tattoos, hands covered in callouses and scars. Scruffy faces accented their sneers and smirks, as they stood above me staring down with eyes starved of humanity and full of lust. Apparently, they didn’t expect me to put up a fight, because aside from the hand tangled in my hair, no one seemed concerned with keeping a tight grip on me. Probably because they outnumbered me, and I assumed they would have no problem beating the crap out of me as I struggled. They’d downright enjoy it. Unfortunately, I didn’t fully consider how that scenario would play out. I bucked and managed to knee the one pulling on my waistband in the face. He grunted, but I can’t imagine I inflicted as much pain as his retaliatory blow to my ribs. I sucked in air and rolled, curling around the injury and gasping for each painful breath as the sickening throb exacerbated my confusion.  

 

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AUTHOR BIO

I’ve been coming up with stories for as long as I can remember, and in elementary school I began writing them all down. Ghosts and vampires, have always been my favorite beings to write about. Maybe it was growing up with a grandma who always told me about how she’d always rush home to watch Dark Shadows, and growing up reading and watching anything paranormal that I could find.

 

My debut, Fractured Legacy (Paranormal Urban Fantasy novella), was released on October 22, 2013, and the sequel Beyond the Divide is currently in progress and expected to release in early 2014.

 

I am also taking a departure from the paranormal world with a BDSM Romance, Bound and Unbroken, which will also be released in early 2014. I go where my characters lead me, and Eric and Lena decided that I needed a definite break from the paranormal.

 

When I’m not spending time with the voices in my head, I work in business consulting and hang out with my husband and all of our furry family members.

 

Random Stuff:

 

I LOVE Rum, but that’s probably not a secret.

 

I love sexy cars more than I love rum. My top picks would be a ’65 Mustang, practically any Bugatti Veyron, or an Aston Martin Vanquish.

 

I once based a character in a story on my husband, and the character died.

Don’t bother trying to figure it out, I never released that book.

 

I’ve never met some of my closest friends in person–some of them live on the other side of the world.

 

I never set out for anyone at work to know that I’m a writer, but now they buy my books, so it’s a good deal.

 

I’m not terribly good at being girly–I don’t wear makeup, only own 4 pairs of shoes, and I’ve never had a manicure.

 

I learned to handle a gun before I learned long division.

 

I cuss like a sailor unless I’m around my grandma.

 

While most of the people in my graduate research classes were buried in books, I was glued to the TV researching the evolving portrayal of “Indianness”.

 

I’ve seen Disturbed in concert 3 times.

 

I still have a crush on Jason David Frank (aka Tommy Oliver the Green/White Ranger)

 

I work with my husband and it’s the 3rd time we’ve worked for the same business.

 

If I’m not watching Top Gear, I’m probably watching something that was filmed before I was born. Currently, Dick Van Dyke is in my DVD player.

 

I have a phobia of crickets.

 

Should I throw you one hell of a fact if you’ve made it this far? I was diagnosed with PTSD two and a half years ago, and my doctor suggested that

I start writing again to help cope with the symptoms.

 

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Blog Tour-Tempting Sydney by Angela Corbett

“Someone needs to make you come completely undone, Sydney Parker.” His tongue moved slowly over his lips. “That someone is going to be me.” 

Goal-oriented Sydney Parker has never had a problem focusing. She’s about to start law school, the first step on her way to the Supreme Court. With no time for relationships, she lives vicariously through her best friend Brynn, who has recently decided to use sex as a research tool. Sydney, however, hasn’t been laid in years. Men are a distraction, one Sydney has diligently avoided…until Jackson West crashes into her life, and under her hood. 

The last thing Sydney needs is a hot mechanic working on her ‘69 Camaro. Especially a hot mechanic with eyes like the ocean and lick-me abs, who claims to be better in bed than a werewolf. 

Jax thinks that’s exactly what Sydney needs. 

But Sydney has goals, and a relationship with the enigmatic Jax would challenge her. 

Distract her. 

Tempt her. 

Sydney is about to find out that temptation is very hard to resist.

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The light from the setting sun glared off the truck door as it opened. The person was in shadow, but his outline showed a large, tall, imposing frame. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, full head of hair. I thinned my eyes. Since Red was just a little above hobbit size and balding, I figured this must be one of his employees, and not one I recognized by silhouette. I lifted my hand to block the light and try to get a better view. It didn’t help. He kept walking toward me and was five feet away before I realized who it was. 

Confident, gorgeous blue eyes held mine. It was the guy. And he was standing in front of me…about to work on my engine. I had a momentary hot flash and took a deep, steadying breath to try to calm down.

Jax pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapping it as he watched me, like he was waiting for my next move and totally amused by the internal struggle I seemed to be having. He put the candy in his mouth, rolling it against the inside of his cheek, then cocked a brow. “Hey, sixty-nine. Want a piece?” 

I shook my head, candy the very last thing on my mind.

“Want a piece of candy, then?”

Halfway through the movie, he shifted, his leg falling down, opening wider. His whole body angled in toward me. Electricity pulsed between us and my heart was thumping out of my chest. His eyes latched to mine as he reached down and started pulling my hand…up. 

I forgot to breathe as I watched my fingers drag over the inner seam of his jeans. I only remembered to gasp in air when I was almost ready to pass out. As my hand moved, I hazarded a glance at his face. His sapphire eyes were dark and fiery with need and anticipation. 

And he kept moving my hand. Slowly.

Angela Corbett graduated from Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and listening to U2. She lives in Utah with her incredibly supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber’s. She writes YA/NA titles as Angela Corbett. She writes Adult titles as Destiny Ford.

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