Monday, December 31, 2018

Release Blitz ~ The Shape of Trust - A Stand By Me Novel by Brinda Berry

The Shape of Trust by Brinda Berry

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Synopsis:

A single dad with no time for temptation…

Webb Walters walked on the wild side. Fed his addictions. Lost everything and disappointed those he cared about. His emotional scars prove it. He finally has his life together until he discovers the five-year-old daughter he never knew existed. 

What does a guy do with hair scrunchies and bedtime stories?

Stock figures and startups are his priorities. Not dolls and dresses.

His daughter needs him. He can’t fail. Not at this.

Then Lily Rose offers to help out. Beautiful Lily, with her funky clothes and her love for 80s hair bands.

He has to admit that she has a way with kids. But she also has a way with him. Revving his motor too hot without even trying. She’s everything he shouldn’t desire—too sweet, too inexperienced, too addictive.

His heart was safe... until life hands him a secret daughter and an irresistible nanny.

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Release Blitz ~ Winter Fire - Coldharbour Chronicles by Richard Amos



Out of the frying pan, into the damn inferno!

Who is the white eye guy? How can Jake Winter save the city of Coldharbour from its curse? So many questions, yet still no answers. And then there is the whole complication with Dean…

Evil is rising…

Lilisian, the beast Supreme, is free. Worst luck! Jake Winter and his friends are desperate to stop her, but she hasn’t been seen since her last brief appearance. All over the city ritual sacrifices are taking place, praising her name, her followers waiting for her to fully rise to her true power.

The clock is ticking…

Jake has to kill Lilisian. There’s no two ways about it. If she is restored to her deadly glory, she’ll be a threat like no other beast he has faced yet. But life is always far from easy. Lilisian has a pet that she has just let off the leash…

When a dragon takes to the skies of Coldharbour, Jake will need to summon all his strength before everything he is trying to protect goes down in flames…

A dark urban fantasy tale with kick-ass action and slow-burn m/m romance.







About the Book


Winter Fireby Richard Amos

Series
Coldharbour Chronicles Book Three

Genre
Adult
Urban Fantasy


Publisher
Independent

Publication Date
December 7, 2018

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Excerpt


“What the hell was that?” I yelped.

“My fucking car!” Greg boomed.

Yeah, maybe he should start using old bangers for patrols.

A deep keening came from the dark road, my sparks spitting in reaction to the horrible, mournful sound. Through the messed-up windscreen, I could see something pale moving in the dark.

I opened my door, my friends doing the same.

“Okay,” Nay drawled. “This is a new one.”

The first thing I noticed about the white creature was the pear shape of its body—small head and upper region, a swollen lower region. Its arms were tiny, like a T-Rex, and the paleness of its skin was as white as freshly fallen snow.

The creature howled in despair.

The second thing I noticed, which I couldn’t quite believe, were the coal eyes, the carrot nose, and the black blobs down its front in a straight line that looked like buttons.

“I’m asleep, right?” I said.

“That can’t be a carrot,” Greg added.

What differentiated this beast from being a cute snowman on the front lawn was the wide mouth that almost split its small head in half. There were no lips, just lines of black and rows of black shards ready to rip flesh from bone.

And it had legs—two kangaroo-looking pins.

I sighed. “I’m so not in the bloody mood for this.”

Nay had her phone up, quickly scanning the beast into the app she’d created regarding beast knowledge.

The beast whined, taking some steps back.

I approached.

“Careful,” Greg said, jutting a muscular arm out to halt me. “Don’t ever get sucked into the scaredy-cat crap, mate.”

There were no amber ribbons of light to see around the snowman—an indication of beast fear to my eyes.

Another howl of sorrow.

“That’s not snow,” Dean said. “Can you smell that?”

“What?” I wondered.

“Lilies.”

I sniffed deep. There, on the cold air, I could smell the sweet scent of funeral homes. “I hate lilies.”

“Me too.”

The snowman howled once more and pounced. Bloody hell! It went high on those bouncy legs. It came crashing down on the Mercedes, caving in the roof.

Greg roared and threw himself at the snowman. His fist met solidity, the side of the beast cracking ever so slightly under the power of his punch. With swiftness I wasn’t expecting, the beast kicked Greg in the chest and sent him sprawling on the asphalt.

It leapt into the air, aiming its body right for me. Crap. I rolled in time to avoid the crushing of my bones.

Nay threw a potion vial. It exploded into a green fire, spiraling around the freaky creature, but failing to do anything. The snowman jumped into a dropkick. Nay was quick to avoid a hit … just.

Greg was fuming, thankfully unhurt for now. He’d feel it when the rage cooled down.

“Get on Dean’s shoulders!” Nay called.

“What?”

Dean’s head was between my legs, and I was lifted into the air. He held me by the thighs, and my dick throbbed inappropriately at the firmness of his grip.

The snowman was bouncing after Greg, who was calling it every name under the sun as he swung punches and avoided getting kicked again.

Nay ran to me and Dean. “Ready?”

I swallowed. “For what?”

“Dean’s gonna throw you.”

“I am?” Dean said.

“I thought we were on the same page seeing you’re between his legs.”

I blushed.

“Didn’t want to debate it,” Dean replied. “I just did it.”

God! Could he feel my boner on the back of his head? I wanted to get down.

You mean go down!

Stupid inner voice! This was not the time for this bollocks.

“Throw him, and I’ll aim him for the head,” Nay said.

“Oh, my God!”

Dean squeezed my thighs a little tighter.

“I’ve got a spell that should work.”

Greg got in a nice smack to the beast’s solid belly, a fracture line appearing across the white. The snowman howled and bounced away some feet, hopping from foot to foot once it was back on the ground.

“Should?” Dean said.

“We have one shot at this,” Nay answered. “While Greg’s pissing it off.”

Oh, shit.

“You ready, Jake?” Dean asked.

No. “Y-yes.”

“Get those hands ready,” Nay said. “You’re gonna have to work fast.”

“If I miss?”

“Don’t.”

Dean straightened and started to walk toward the beast.

“You fuck with my car, I fuck you up!” Greg roared. “Come on! Let’s be having ya!”

“In three,” Nay said, “charge and throw.”

Bloody hell! My lips were dry, my stomach doing loops. I could barely hear her counting or feel the speed of Dean’s charge.

Before I could blink, I was flying through the air at the snowman beast made of marble, magic tickling at my belly from Nay’s spell. If I missed, I’d smash my teeth out, break my nose and basically be a mess on the floor and then be kicked away or stomped on, a mushy mess of—

My hands were on the snowman’s head. Another part of me, the non-neurotic quarter—a.k.a. wannabe bad-arse—had taken over.

The terrible keening rang in my ears before the silence engulfed me in the place of beast essence.

Killing touch delivered, I enjoyed the sensation of feeding and did my best to hide the raging boner in my jeans. What with Dean having been in close proximity, and the fact that killing beasts made me inexplicably horny, it was straining to escape the confines of denim.

You can stay where you bloody well are! I told it.

Once my composure was restored to a degree of normality, I took in the scene. Greg’s car was completely written off. No way were we going home in the comfy, new Mercedes.

Greg was raging. He ripped off a wing mirror and smashed it on the road, proceeding to do the same to the other one.

“Thanks, Karla,” Nay said into her phone and hung up. “Mr. Douglas is coming to pick us up.”

“Motherfuckingbullshithellbollocks!” Greg boomed.

“Nice work, you two,” Nay said.

I didn’t realize Dean was standing next to me. I turned to look at him to find he was staring right at me.

I offered him a smile, and he averted his gaze.

My shoulders sagged. A good old curl-up under the duvet, with the world being shut away, was just what I needed.

And a cold shower.



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About Richard Amos




RICHARD AMOS is an author from England who is constantly lost in the worlds he writes about, and the ones in the queue yet to be written. He also has more books in his house than anything else, and is never without a book (and chocolate) in his hands when he’s not writing. He’s a proud nerd who loves to dance. Hard. Richard writes kick-ass Urban Fantasy with gay male protagonists, all with good doses of action, adventure and m/m romance. He also writes High Fantasy.

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Release Blitz ~ The Christmas Melody - Hardman Holidays by Shanna Hatfield


Title: The Christmas Melody
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Holiday Romance
Publication Date: December 28th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
He needs a holiday miracle. . .
She's prepared to deliver one

Claire Baker does nothing halfway. She makes it a point to follow her heart, even when it leads her to a small Eastern Oregon town to stay with relatives. In truth, she loves Hardman and the people there. Which is why she wants a recluse she met in the woods and his adorable daughter to join in the community holiday celebrations. The more time they spend together, the more she realizes she’s fallen hopelessly in love with both of them.

All Grayson Carter wants is to be left alone. That’s why he built his cabin in the middle of more than a thousand acres of woods, seeking to disappear from the world and keep his daughter, Maddie, safe.  Then a beautiful interloper appears and becomes quite determined in her efforts of drawing him back into the land of the living. As she brings him and Maddie Christmas cheer, he realizes falling in love with her could be the best and worst thing he’s ever done.

With Christmas fast approaching, a mystery to be solved, and old-fashioned holiday fun, this sweet historical romance will fill your heart with the joys of the season.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”

Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.

Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.

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Release Blitz ~ The Vampire's Mark - Dark Reign: Book 1 by Rachel Jonas


Title: The Vampire’s Mark
Author: Rachel Jonas
Genre: Upper YA/NA Paranormal Romance | Urban Fantasy | Reverse Harem Romance | Vampire Romance
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber of Najla Qamber Designs
Publication Date: December 26th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR


Blurb:
Four blood-sucking princes. A beautiful anarchist. One dangerous mistake.

To the vampires who dominate each quadrant of the Lydian Dynasty, I’m only known as “Blackbird”—a masked vigilante who, at nineteen, is already public enemy number one.

To what’s left of humanity, I’ve been called a superhero, a title I neither welcome nor deserve. My only objective is to offer the enslaved what was stolen from us …

Freedom.

However, a failed plan lands me in the last place I imagined, at the mercy of all four Dynasty princes—Julian, Levi, Roman, and Silas. They’re monsters, each with a heart rumored to be as cold as his icy skin. And what’s worse, thanks to the slip-up, my fate is suddenly theirs to decide.

It’s up to them whether I’ll swing from the gallows, and I’ve given them every reason to sentence me to such a fate. Yet, I felt something unexplainable when our paths first crossed.

Something that gives me hope.

We should be one another’s worst nightmare. Only, I’m beginning to wonder if, somehow … these four princes might be my saving grace.

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Hey! I'm Rachel, a Michigan native with a passion for writing. I have several young adult releases on my schedule. Those releases will be within the genres of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and dystopian fiction, so I hope you stick with me and check out my future work!

Aside from the many hours spent happily pecking away at my keyboard, I'm a wife, mother of three, an avid reader, and a gamer with a penchant for all things Sims. There will always be a keyboard at my fingertips and I look forward to the words that will flow from them for many years to come. As a self-proclaimed nerd, there's not a more satisfying career choice I could have made. Happy reading!

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“Interesting … A prince adored by the public, avoids them every chance he gets.”

In my peripheral, I caught the glint of white teeth when he smiled.

“Will that be the headline for your next article?”

My mouth curved up despite my best efforts to stop it. “I suppose if I had any interest in writing about you, it could be.”

“Ouch.” He chuffed a short laugh as his hands left the banister and slipped inside his pockets.

“I meant what I said about my being here having nothing to do with you,” I reminded him, hearing the flirty undertones I didn’t mean to let slip when adding a coy, “Your Highness”.

A breath hitched in my throat when he turned, facing me full-on. I refused to do the same.

“Is it bad I wish that weren’t true?" he asked. "That I wish you had come here for me?”

The question left me speechless. To keep from letting him see how he affected me, I tried distracting myself by naming the different flowers I could spot from here.

… Hydrangeas.

… Lilacs.

“I’m not usually so forward, but … you’re beautiful in this light, with the moon high and clear,” he stated boldly. “Although, I imagine I’d say the same even if we were standing in a storm.”

… Roses.

… Lilies.

I was suddenly aware of soft music floating to this terrace through the open doors of the one below, from the gala where Julian had just whisked me away. His formidable body moved closer and I stared when a hand was extended toward me.

“May I have this dance?”






Book Blitz ~ Head Case - Evernight Teen by Niki Cluff






Niki Cluff lives in Northern Arizona with her husband, three children, and Great Dane who also doubles as a pony. For the last four years, she has worked as a literary intern sorting through queries while writing her own books. When she isn't writing or watching BIGBANG and EXO videos, she's sketching, playing video games (Legend of Zelda is her favorite), crocheting, and cooking. Copycat recipes are her specialty. She's also a massive anime fan (Sailor Moon forever!) and hopes to visit Tokyo some day.



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Allyson has been in a coma for the last nine months. What’s worse, she can hear everything the doctors say. She knows they’re keeping her in a coma and that she’s at the mercy of the hospital's First-in-Human trial—a VR system implanted in her brain for a second chance at life.

Attached to the VR, Ally discovers worlds unlike home. She can do whatever she wants, but she misses her parents. With help from Harrison, a rabbit-eared boy, they work together to free themselves from Aishwarya, the mad queen of the world. 

But when Harrison wakes up and doesn’t come for Ally, she’ll split her soul to the brink of death to save herself.





Snippet:

No one answers my calls. I’m
overwhelmed by the sinking sensation that I’m alone in this world too. Always
alone. I let out a frustrated puff of breath. I look at my hands, my body.
Everything appears normal, but the grafts on my skin, the itchy scarring and
bandages, they’re all gone. My chest tightens, but I don’t know if it’s out of
fear or relief. In this world, I’m perfect. I’m barefoot as I glance at the
ground. A dirt path stretches in front of me and behind me. It’s smooth without
large rocks or divots. I don’t know where the path leads. To the left is a
blank space of darkness and to the right, the forest stretches on. I head right
since it’s the only direction I have. 

This is the virtual reality system again.
It has to be. My mind hasn’t created elaborate visions like this since I first
arrived. Everything I knew became blurry over time. But I don’t know why it’s
put me in this world and not the home I’d built before. Or the school like
Doctor Zain had promised my parents. Clearly, I don’t have control over where I
travel in the VR. Along the path, I spy drops of dew larger than my head
clinging to long leaves. I take a moment to look at my reflection. My hair is a
light shade of blonde, almost white, the same as it was before I entered the
hospital, but my dark roots haven’t grown in yet. They should have after nine
months. It’s longer than I remember it being, hanging well past my chest. I
don’t know if it’s an exaggerated version of myself or the way I look after
nine months of not seeing my own reflection in the mirror. I still don’t know
what I look like. 

I continue moving down the path as strange birds, or what I
think are birds, possibly pieces of toast covered in jam, maybe both, pass
overhead. Lightning crackles in the sky. A sense of awe and wonder overwhelms
me. A thrill travels down my spine and I shiver. “Well, well,” a voice purrs,
but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. There are so many places in the thick
leaves and heavy overgrown grass to hide. “Looks like we have a newbie.” “Who’s
there?” I ask, squinting my eyes to see the body behind the voice. I turn in
circles, taking in the shadows and umbrella-like leaves and petals. “You’ll
never see if you don’t look up.” The voice chuckles.






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Virtual Book Tour ~ The Young Adult Writer's Journey by Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds & Janet Schrader-Post







The Young Adult Writer’s Journey

Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds and Janet Schrader-Post


Genre: Nonfiction Reference

Publisher: Tell-Tale Publishing Group




Date of Publication: November 23, 3018

ISBN:  978-1-944056-98-8
ASIN: B07K3VZ2ZK,

Number of pages: 232
Word Count: 60,000

Tagline: An Encyclopedia for YA Writers

Book Description:

Finally, an all-inclusive book on young adult fiction must-do, don’t do and how-to. If you want to write a young adult novel, you need to read this book first. Coauthored by an award-winning YA author and an acquisitions editor, both experts on kids and what they like to read, this encyclopedia contains all you need to start or improve a career as a YA fiction author.

From an examination of the market, genre and its sub-genres, to mechanics and the business, everything is at your fingertips. This amazing writer’s resource is written in a relaxed and interesting style, with plenty of contemporary references and examples for clear understanding and easier application.


  

Praise:

"The Young Adult Writer's Journey is a 'Must Have' at your fingertip reference for anyone who writes (or wants to write) for or about kids. Engaging text with topical and thought-provoking insights leading from idea to submission . . . and beyond to populate a story with believable characters young readers can relate to."—Nancy Gideon, Award-Winning author of the By Moonlight series

“The trouble with “how to” books on creativity is that they usurp creativity. Not so with this very insightful guide for YA writing. If it doesn’t become a standard or even a classic among reference books, it will be an oversight. Janet Schrader-Post and Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds have all the marinated smarts and credentialed experience to pull this off, and they do! No dictated wisdom from on high here, no grafted creativity, THE YOUNG ADULT WRITER’S JOURNEY is accessible, motivational and a clear map that leaves plenty of room to discover for anyone wanting to explore their creative side.”-Thomas Sullivan, Pulitzer-nominated author of THE PHASES OF HARRY MOON




Excerpt:

When you talk about
world-building, many writers think you’re talking about fantasy lands like
Narnia, Westeros, Panam or Middle Earth. For most teens, school is their world.
What kind of home life they have is their world and these worlds need to be
just as complicated as Narnia. Well-developed teen worlds like Hogwarts, North
Shore High School, home of the Mean Girls, Rydell High School of Grease, and
Panem of Hunger Games are so well-developed they seem real, and you remember
them as though they were a place you visited.

To create a real world for teens
in our times, you really need to know them: what they do every day, what they
like, what motivates them, the environment in high schools and many other
details. Home life for kids is very different from twenty or even ten years
ago. It takes two incomes now to support a growing family or to succeed, so
both parents most likely work. This leaves kids as young as nine or ten at home
alone for long periods of time (or even younger, unfortunately). The enemy of
these parents is the school holiday, and it seem like there’s more than ever.
These parents have no idea what to do with their children. Many can’t afford
childcare, so the kids are home alone. It’s a thing you must think about when
writing for them.

Children come from all levels of
society. Poor kids will view the world through different eyes than kids who
have well-off parents. Kids living with a single parent might have a different
view of the world as well as different social structures. The kids with single
parents or working parents might have to go hungry on weekends, on school
holidays and especially during the summer. It’s hard to think about, but true.
There are teenagers out there who eat breakfast and lunch at school and their
families provide dinner. Sometimes all they get is their school meals some
days. When school is out, they scavenge and fend for themselves or they don’t
eat.




About the Authors:

Elizabeth Fortin-Hinds knows kids well. She spent decades teaching teens and adults to write and improve their reading skills. As a literacy expert and certified coach, she helped both teachers from elementary to secondary and preservice graduate students learn to improve reading and writing instruction. She has taught at both the secondary and graduate level, everything from rhetoric, essays, and thesis statements, to poetry, short stories, and how to write a novel. She has learned to use both sides of her brain simultaneously, but enjoys the creative side the most, learning to play piano, draw and paint, and find time for her own writing since retiring from her “day” jobs. 

A “true believer” in Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces, mythic structures, she uses that lens when considering manuscripts for Tell-Tale Publishing Group, a company she founded with some friends from her critique group a decade ago.

Daughter of a Colonel, Janet lived the military life until she got out of high school. She lived in Hawaii and worked as a polo groom for fifteen years, then moved to Florida where she became a reporter. For ten years she covered kids in high school and middle school. Kids as athletes, kids doing amazing things no matter how hard their circumstances. It impressed her, and it awed her. “How wonderful teens are. They have spirit and courage in the face of the roughest time of their lives. High school is a war zone. Between dodging bullies, school work and after school activities, teens nowadays have a lot on their plate. I wrote stories about them and I photographed them. My goal was to see every kid in their local newspaper before they graduated.”

Janet love kids and horses, and she paints and writes. Now she lives in the swampland of Florida with too many dogs and her fifteen-year-old granddaughter. She started to write young adult fiction with the help of her son, Gabe Thompson, who teaches middle school. Together they have written a number of award-winning YA novels in both science fiction and fantasy.










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