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*Blog Tour + Excerpt + #Giveaway* Call Sign Karma by Jamie Rae @JamieRaeWrites @InkSlingerPR #CALLSIGNKARMA




Call Sign Karma
by
Jamie Rae

Release Date: January 5th, 2015





*** Synopsis ***


Love in the no-fly zone...

Distraught over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident, Tinklee Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy wasn't his fault. But when she's chosen as the first woman to fly the Air Force's F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work is thrown off course by a handsome, mysterious stranger...

Thanks to Locke's seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too many beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself into his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all — until she discovers Locke is her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking her life in the air, but with everything on the line, is she brave enough to risk her heart on the ground?




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If only I could drown the pain. I grabbed the last bottle from the cooler and hopped the deck rail into the sand. The grains were warm, baked under the hot July sun all day and retaining the heat well past sunset. I wiggled my toes, cracked open the bottle and tossed the lid over my shoulder onto the deck.

I loved this beach almost as much as I hated it. My parents bought this house when my dad was stationed here and kept it as a vacation home when he retired from the military. My mom insisted I stay here during my training, but being here just trudged up memories of Colin and me watching the jets fly over the beach. We dreamed of the day that we’d be in the cockpit flying side-by-side. And now, like him, those dreams were buried.

My chest tightened and I stifled a short breath. I wasn’t ready for tomorrow. I was going to need something a hell of a lot stronger than the honey lagers that were going down like sweet tea. Taking a drink, I strolled toward the ocean’s edge and stepped into the water. The coolness washed over my ankles and the current tugged at my feet. Everything in my life seemed to be pulling me in a direction I didn’t want to go.

I wanted to be a fighter pilot from the first time I’d held onto the pant leg of my father’s flight suit and breathed in the pungent scent of jet fuel. But now, as I moved another step forward to achieving my dream, nothing about it felt right.

I was selected to be not only the first female, but also the youngest pilot to ever fly the Air Force’s prodigy, the F-35, Joint Strike Fighter. Not to mention doing it right out of pilot training. All that glory on top of the fact that my head was so screwed up over Colin scared the shit out of me.

Still, I plastered a smile on my face and told everyone that I was ‘fine.’ I had tits in a testosterone world and showing any sign of weakness was not an option. I. Was. Fine.

Only the best of the best would fly the Air Force’s awesome creation. It could fly from D.C. to L.A. without showing up on radar if it wanted. But what were the chances of my being selected to fly it? I wanted a Viper and avoided the F-35 because of our messed-up history. I made sure I graduated top in the class of Undergraduate Pilot Training to be able to choose any other jet. But as it always did, my plan came back and bit me in the ass. I gambled and lost. Vegas style.

It wasn’t fair.

“Why have you taken everything from me?” I screamed into the sky and kicked an incoming wave. “Leave me the hell alone.”

I stumbled as another wave rolled in. A light pressure appeared behind my eyes skewing my vision just a little. I realized that I may have drunk a little too much, but I was beyond caring.

The ocean spray soaked my clothes and hair. I steadied myself against the current. A chuckle escaped my lips. It sounded dark and slightly crazed. A rage, like I had never felt before swirled inside me like tornado looking for its target. I swallowed the last sip of lager and shook the bottle toward the star-filled sky.

“Here’s to you, Karma,” I shouted.

I closed my eyes and twirled in a circle. I spun until I was so dizzy that I could barely stand. I roared and launched the bottle with enough force that I nearly fell face first into the water. I steadied myself.

“Bloody hell, Karma’s a bitch!”

My eyes opened to see a tall, shadowed man with broad shoulders towering over me. His arm was raised as he rubbed his forehead. I gulped as I spotted my bottle a few inches from his foot.





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JAMIE RAE is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She writes with one goal in mind - create stories with a positive message that will stay with the reader long after they've finished reading.

Jamie is an avid reader and loves discovering stories with a great hook, though she will not eat, sleep, or speak until she reaches the end. The Harry Potter years weren't pretty!! Convinced that her Hogwarts letter was lost in the mail, she keeps a watchful eye for owls hoping her children will have better luck!

In her other life, Jamie Rae is an orthodontist, and literary agent. She keeps her heart overflowing with love as a mother of three and has perfected the art of nomadic living as a military spouse and Air Force veteran. Jamie has a passion for critters of all shapes and sizes and you can often find her sneaking them into her own home or volunteering for rescues.



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*Blog Tour + Excerpt + Teasers* Mending Scars (Others of Edenton #5) by Brandy L. Rivers @brandylrivers @HeaBookToursPR




Mending Scars
Others of Edenton #5
by
Brandy L. Rivers

Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance




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Some scars run soul deep.

Preston finally knows what he wants, but it’s an uphill battle to win her confidence. Dacia has been hurt countless times, including by his own hand. Despite her accusations, he wants what’s best for her.

Dacia struggles with her inability to trust. Her mother has always been too wrapped up in her own life to pay attention. Her father only comes around when it benefits him. Dacia no longer believes she’ll ever come first.

Remus is a fugitive on Earth and in Faerie. His ungrateful daughter refuses to help, even when a mage nearly tracks him down. His best hope is pitting Dacia and Preston against each other.

Ultimately, Dacia must choose. Can Preston help mend her scarred heart? Or will her father’s corrupt plan spoil Dacia’s chance at happiness?




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His head throbbed in sync with the sound of his phone buzzing out of reach. Preston cracked one eye open to find her elegant face relaxed in peaceful slumber.

Slivers of memory floated through his mind. Toryn’s party. Dacia throwing herself at him. Then it went fuzzy, other than flashes of explosive sex.

He regretted his temporary lack of memory, which he hoped would be restored once the hangover abated. The unrelenting metallic vibration started again, and he sat up to take a look at his surroundings.

Dacia’s house.

Shit.

Last time he was here, everything had ended in disaster. He nearly died at her hands, though she wasn't in charge of them, thanks to a shadow fae taking possession of her body. Then Amethyst, the woman he'd been trying not to love healed him, shattering the dam of pent-up emotion he had walled off so long he nearly drowned in the ensuing rush. Jamie, who knew their relationship was over before he did, ended things that night. At least Amethyst and Jamie had found their soulmates, even if he was left behind.

He wasn’t sure Dacia was his forever, but he wanted to find out. If she’d let him. There was definitely a spark between them.

Insistent buzzing from his phone jerked Preston back to the here and now. He spotted his pants hanging from a chair. His shirt was on a bed post. Dacia's dress lay on the floor in at least two separate pieces.

Must have been in a hurry. A stupid grin spread on his face as he remembered Dacia screaming out his name.

Shaking off a wave of desire, he got up to grab his phone and found a list of texts and missed calls from Robert.

The texts were nagging him about what he’d learned, and trouble with the fae. He scrubbed a hand over his face and tried to remember what Robert was referring to.

What the hell? I never forget anything — not even when I want to.

He sat on the bed and Dacia curled around him in her sleep. A slow smile reappeared on his lips as her satin skin caressed his.

Looking down, he saw her, the real her, without makeup or glamour. She didn't need any artificial shit. Dacia looked a lot like her aunt, the queen of the Air Kingdom in Faerie. Unfortunately, her piece of shit, twisted-as-a-Twizzler-stick father was still at large after being caught conspiring against the queen, plotting unthinkable acts against his niece, and torturing women. Yup, inter-dimensional scumbag.

Dacia had a few issues, but deep down she was a tough woman dealing with a fucked-up family, much like him. She was so used to disappointment she’d built a fortress around herself, and had recently developed an annoying habit of bolting rather than risk being disappointed. Sooner or later he would scale the walls and sneak inside.

Maybe last night he had. Maybe. But he couldn't remember much — certainly not enough.

“You're still here,” she murmured sleepily, hope shining in her eyes.

“I told you, and I'll keep telling you, it's you I want to get to know, you I want to please, only you.” He brushed his knuckle down the faint scar on her cheek. The line ran from just below the inner corner of her eye, down to the corner of her jaw.

She flinched away, covering that side of her face. The hope died as her gaze went stony. “Because you feel sorry for me. I don’t need your pity.”

“No, fuck, not because of that! Yes, I'm sorry I put the mark there. But listen closely, that scar isn't what I see when I close my eyes. What I see is a feisty woman who holds my interest for a laundry list of reasons. I want to learn everything about you.”

“You keep touching it, kissing it. You pay too much attention to it. Even when I have my glamour in place.”

Well, shit.

He did, but only because it was seriously hot. That might make him a freak but he was okay with that. He gave a sheepish shrug, and tried for an innocent tone. “You don't want to hear my reason.” She was too vain to appreciate his point of view.

Her eyes flashed with anger as she ghosted out of bed. She materialized a few feet in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Because you feel guilty for making me ugly!”

And damn him, but Dacia pissed off made him hard as adamantium. He rose to his feet, pointing to his cock that stood at attention, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt in her heat. “Does it look like I feel sorry for you? Or maybe that I don't like what I see? Trust me, Minx, I want you any way I can get you. This,” he gripped his length and her gaze followed his hand as she hungrily watched the slow stroke, “should be a significant indicator that you — scar included — are more than sexy. I can't stop imagining your taste, the feel of your nails in my skin, the way you wrap around me. This is what you do to me.”

He blinked and she was gone. Then he was shoved onto the mattress and she was over him, sliding onto his thick length as her mouth closed over his, taking what she wanted. Borderline punishing, her nails cut past skin as she rode him hard. Tears fell on his chest.

Grabbing her face, he rolled them over, gentling the pace while he dried her tears. “Don’t cry, Dacia. I’m not giving you a reason to cry. I want your pleasure, your desire, I want us, but I don’t want to be the reason you cry,” he promised as he thrust into her slowly.

Her big onyx eyes bored into his. “Why?” she whispered. “No, don’t answer.” Dacia flipped them over, pushing her pace harder, faster. Her mouth meshed with his, their tongues dancing.

He was right there on the edge, trying to hold back, when her core started to ripple around him. They both cried out as flames danced over them and everything in the room was picked up in the whirlwind that surrounded her bed.

A rush of excitement, desire, and panic shot through them as he tried to pull her closer but she phased out as the fires faded and her belongings fell around him.

Stunned, Preston lay there, wracking his brain for an explanation, but the pounding in his head renewed with force.

He felt her, floating in the room. Her eyes burned a brand into him. “Dacia, please talk to me.”





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I've always loved books, especially about monsters and magic, so I started writing. I'm working on a prequel and the next few books in the Others of Edenton series, and I have a head full of stories to share.

I'm a stay at home mother with a wonderful husband who lets me write and write to my hearts content.



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*Review* One Last Song by S.K. Falls @skfallssc @Julie_AToMR



One Last Song
by
S.K. Falls

Release Date: January 13, 2015

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Published by Forever (Grand Central Publishing)





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I was seven when I swallowed my first needle.
My mom freaked out and rushed me to the emergency room.
She stayed by my side all night.
I never wanted it to end.

When you spend your whole life feeling invisible — when your parents care more about deals and deadlines than they do about you — you find ways of making people take notice. Little things at first. Then bigger. It's scary how fast it grows. Then one day something happens that makes you want to stop. To get better. To be better. And for the first time, you understand what it’s like to feel whole, happy... loved. For the first time, you love someone back.

For me, that someone was Drew.




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WOW!

One Last Song is the story of Saylor Grayson. Saylor is a 19 year old girl that was neglected emotionally all of her life by her parents and suffers from Munchausen Syndrome. She makes herself sick. When she was seven years old, Saylor realized that she only had their attention when she was sick. So she started making herself sick. Now she is back home from college because she made herself sick while she was there and her parents decided it was better if she was at home. During one of her counseling sessions, her therapist gives her the chance to be a volunteer at the local hospital. She immediately accepts because she wants to know more about how to make herself sick and get some medical supplies. At the hospital, Saylor meets the members of the T.I.D.D. (Terminal Illness and Degenerative Disease) group and befriends them. They believe that, like them, she has a Degenerative Disease. She and Zee, a young woman that’s dealing with breast cancer, become best friends, while her and Drew, a young man that suffers a Degenerative Disease, become very close. Soon, Saylor's relationship with Drew starts to blossom and they start dating. However, none of them know that Saylor is lying to them. How will they react when they find out the truth?

This is a very powerful and emotional story. Saylor was neglected her whole life and has found a way to deal with it: making herself sick. She just wants someone to love her and care for her. The people that should be doing that, her parents, ignore her: her mother brushes her off and her father is away most of the time. When she meets Drew, Zee and the other members of the T.I.D.D. group, she believes that she found the place where she fits in. But she also feels guilty because she is lying to them. When the truth is revealed, it is revealed in a way that destroys Saylor’s relationship with the group. She also finds out that the problems at home started before she was even born and that her mother isn’t who she thought she was.

One Last Song's characters are great and very well developed.
Although in the beginning it is difficult to connect with Saylor, eventually we start to understand everything she has done and where she comes from.
At first I was appalled how Saylor’s mother treated her, but when I realized why she behaved that way, I understood her.
Drew was awesome. He was so sweet and had a optimistic outlook of life, even though he knew that soon his disease was going to leave him disabled.

One Last Song is an awesome book, with a fascinating story and great characters. It is very well written and hooks the reader from the beginning. The ending is fantastic and I wish that I could read more about Saylor.








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S.K. Falls likes to believe a degree in psychology qualifies her to emotionally torture her characters in an authentic fashion. Her books have won the gold medal in the 2014 IPPY awards, been featured on USA Today's book blog, and regularly appear on Amazon's various bestselling lists. When she isn't writing her twisted love stories, she can be found gallivanting around Charleston, SC with her family.



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*Book Blitz + #Giveaway* #Hater (The Hashtag Series #2) by Cambria Hebert + Excerpt + Teasers @cambriahebert @XpressoReads




#Hater
The Hashtag Series #2
by
Cambria Hebert

Release Date: January 12, 2015

Genres: New Adult College Romance

Cover Design: Mae I Design





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It started with unspoken animosity. The bitter bite of jealousy. And now its full blown hate.

It was during my first football game that I first felt the first chill of hate. I looked it right in the eyes and felt its sticky tentacles reach out for me. I'd never experienced something so cold and empty before.

The effect of that look lingered, like an unspoken promise, long after it was gone.

Becoming a couple – becoming the other half of a campus celebrity wasn't easy. I let down walls guarding my heart and he looked past my glasses and accident prone tendencies. Romeo and I are an unlikely match, a #nerd and a jock. But we made it.

And we're happy.

Zach doesn't want us to be happy. He wants Romeo to pay for getting him kicked out of Omega and for the night he spent in jail. He's going to use anything and everything he can to get his revenge. Including me.

As the weather on campus grows cold and the days become dark, revenge becomes the center of someone's life and the happiness Romeo and I worked so hard for is threatened.

I can't help but worry that our love is going to be overshadowed by hate.






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Romeo caught me around the elbow and gently pulled me around. "What's wrong?"

"You used to be just like him," I blurted out. Then I slammed my lips together, cursing myself for not thinking before I spoke.

Romeo's brows drew together. "Braeden?"

I nodded. "You liked to have fun. You hit on a different girl every day..." I paused and took a breath. "Pretty girls."

Something very close to anger lit up his eyes and burned there like the hottest part of a flame. Before I could backpedal, his large hands slid beneath my arms and hooked beneath my shoulders. Romeo lifted me off the ground like it was easy, like it didn't even take effort. My feet dangled in the air as he drew me up so we were eye to eye.

"A thousand of those girls" — he made a slight motion with his head toward Braeden — "couldn't even make up one of you."

"Romeo," I whispered, caught up in the molten blue flame flickering in his gaze.

"You know I was like that once. I've never made a secret of it. But you're it for me now, Rim. There's no one else. There never could be."

Even though he spoke softly, I still felt the room around us listening. My neck still prickled with a thousand stares, but I didn't care. His words pierced me. They took the feelings of doubt creeping up inside me and totally vanquished them.

I smiled and something in his eyes relaxed. Worry I hadn't seen until that moment disappeared. He gave me one of his oh so charming lopsided smiles and pulled me closer to kiss me.





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Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor's degree, couldn't pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.

Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she'd rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.

You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by visiting her website.



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