sexta-feira, 19 de junho de 2015

♡ Blog Tour ♡ Two Princes (Sanctuary Sons MC #1) by Victoria Danann @vdanann @HeaBookToursPR




Two Princes
Sanctuary Sons MC #1
by
Victoria Danann

Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance





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Two brothers, one a player, one a playboy, are on a collision course with destiny and a woman who thought she won a prize when she was allowed a look inside the Sons of Sanctuary MC.

Brigid Roan is a graduate student at the University of Texas. She had no trouble getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle was looking impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with family ties to The Sons of Sanctuary.

What Brigid wanted was information to prove a proposition. The last thing she had in mind was falling for one of the members of the club. Especially since she was a feminist academic out to prove that motorcycle clubs are organized according to the same structure as primitive tribal society.

Brash Fornight was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of "NOW". The image on the cover, although GQ'd up in an insanely urbane way, was... him.

After reading the article, Brash threw some stuff in a duffle and left his only home, a room at The Sons of Sanctuary clubhouse, with a vague explanation about needing a couple of days away. He left his truck at the Austin airport and caught a plane for New York, on a mission to find a mysterious guy walking around with his face.












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"Sir?" Brash Fornight gradually became aware that someone behind him in the grocery checkout line was trying to get his attention. "Sir?" He refocused and glanced behind him. The woman leaning on a cart overflowing with chip bags and cookie boxes nodded toward the cashier indicating that it was his turn to move forward. Brash looked her in the eye and had to give her props. Most people wouldn't have the balls to try to herd a guy wearing Sons of Sanctuary MC leather.

The club employed a woman who cooked and did grocery shopping several times a week as part of her job description, but Brash didn't like to explain his relentless craving for peanuts and he liked being teased about it even less. He didn't know whether it was the Vitamin B or the fat or just because he liked the taste, but he couldn't imagine going a day without them.

That's how he came to be standing statue still In the grocery checkout line, being prompted by some woman with more nerve than sense. While he was waiting, his eyes drifted over the magazine display and settled on the cover of "NOW", on the Most Eligible Bachelor edition no less. The debonair figure staring back was wearing Brash's own face and body. He looked different with short hair and a four thousand dollar suit with the shirt fashionably open at the neckline, but the similarity was inescapable.

On impulse he grabbed the magazine and tossed it onto the conveyor belt with his week's stash of peanuts.

He stuffed the bags into the saddlebags of his bike and roared toward home, nervously tapping his fingers on handlebars at red lights, riding on shoulders to keep from slowing down. He was anxious to get to the privacy of his own room and read about Branach St. Germaine.

Two beers, one jar of peanuts, and one "NOW" article later, Brash was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at the wall, seeing nothing but his own heavy thoughts. He pulled out his phone, looked up a website, and waited on hold for ten minutes to hear the time of the next flight from Austin to New York.

There was a flight to Newark in a little over three hours. He looked at his watch and calculated the time it would take to drive from Dripping Springs at that time of day. As he booked the flight, he stood up, walked to the small closet, grabbed a duffel bag, and began shoving stuff into it. Ten minutes later, he closed his door and locked it, threw the duffel over his shoulder, and headed straight for the office downstairs. He dropped the duffel on the hallway floor beside the closed door and knocked.

"Yeah?" Brash looked inside, glad that his dad was by himself, and stepped in. "What's up?"

"I'm takin' personal time, Pop. Gonna be gone for a couple of days."

"What the hell is 'personal time'?"

The gruffness made Brash smile. "It means I’m not gonna be here if you call and I'm not tellin' you why."

The Sons of Sanctuary President looked up at Brash, over the top of his readers, and narrowed his eyes. "You got a secret?"

"Everybody's got secrets."

Brandon Fornight studied his son for a minute. "True enough. Is it the kind of secret that could affect this club?"

Brash shook his head. "Don't see how."

"Well, then. See you... When did you say you'd be back?"

"I didn't."

"Bein' purposefully vague, are you?"

Brash grinned. "That's why they call it personal time. But I expect to be back Friday."

"You gonna have your phone with you?" When Brash nodded, Bran looked back down at his ledger in a deliberately dismissive gesture. "Well, get outta here then."

Brash parked his bike in the airplane hangar. The structure had already been on the property when the club had bought it and turned it into a compound twenty years earlier. They used part of it for vehicle maintenance and repair and part for parking.

Some of the guys who were working looked over and shot curious glances his way when Brash threw his duffel into his pickup and started it up, but it wasn't their way to ask questions. The Sons figured that if somebody wanted you to know something, they'd tell you.

Brash took a cab to a midtown hotel, wondering all the way why human beings would choose to live in such a place. As he slid his credit card across the hotel counter to the agent on duty, he glanced at the name, Brandon Fornight. It seemed unlikely that it was a coincidence that that the mysterious look-alike's first name began with the same four letters. He ordered room service and pulled out his laptop.

Getting intel on the guy didn't take advanced ops. Within an hour Brash knew where Brannach St. Germaine worked, what kind of car he drove, what kind of women he dated, who his tailor was, and where he liked to dine. There was no shortage of photos online, but the one that grabbed his attention wasn't one of the many with starlets or debutantes on his arm. It was the one taken with his arm around his mother as they were arriving together for some red carpet fundraiser. Brash had an almost irresistible compulsion to reach up and touch her face on the screen in front of him.

The knock on the door signaled that room service had arrived. It cost a fortune, but looked and tasted like shit. So he closed the computer and went out for a walk to clear his head and find something edible.





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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is making her debut into Contemporary Romance in June 2015.

Her Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES TWO YEARS IN A ROW (2013, 2014). Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Victoria's paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on "imaginary" creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners - usually - whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers' Choice and Readers' Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards. Many have appeared on Listopia BOOK OF THE MONTH as #1 across all genres.

For books published in 2013, Black Swan won three awards. 1. Best Paranormal Romance Series 2. Best Paranormal Romance Novel - A SUMMONER'S TALE 3. Best Vampire ~ Shifter Novel - MOONLIGHT. In 2014, Solomon's Sieve won Best Vampire Novel.

If you're interested in Victoria personally, she is also a classically trained musician who defected to Classic Rock music. Until 2013 she was the utility player for Houston's Roadhouse band, which means she played rhythm guitar, keyboards, sang back ups and female leads. Her band covered everything (note for note) from Styx to Led Zepellin to Rush.

She lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.



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♡ Cover Reveal + #Giveaway ♡ Just a Kiss (The Single Girls Wine Club #1) by Kate Kisset @realwinewife @InkSlingerPR



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Just a Kiss
The Single Girls Wine Club #1
by
Kate Kisset

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 16th 2015





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Three friends,
One Wine Country Villa
Six Santino Brothers
And lots of wine...

Reeling from the loss of her mother, Sarah Dupont catches her fiancé doing the nasty on top of her pastry table at their San Francisco Bakery.

Devastated, she calls her best friend, lifestyle reporter, Danica Vargas. Danica convinces Sarah to start fresh, and rent a room with her at an historic mansion in Sonoma Valley.

With two roommates who act like the sisters she never had and a feisty landlord to stand in as the grandmother she always wanted, Sarah's opens a café on the Sonoma Plaza. Her life changes the moment the little bell on the door rings and the notoriously sexy actor Jamie Santino, swaggers in.

Jamie, one of the six Santino Brothers, of Napa Valley Winery fame, needs baking lessons for his new movie and Sarah is just the woman to teach him. Wine flows, their love affair heats up and a tempestuous femme fatale enters the scene.

How can Sarah trust that Jamie isn't acting when everything he says seems too good to be true?








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"Come here," Sarah said over her shoulder from the safe distance of the table. "I'll show you how to roll out the dough."

Finally away from his crazy sexy body, she prayed her hormones would settle down so she could focus. She leaned across and used her rolling pin to slowly press forward, putting her whole body into one long motion and back again, concentrating on smoothing the dough. Again, she bent over the table, straining a little, pushing the pin all the way over the dough as far as she could reach. When she rolled back, she bumped into a hard wall. Jamie stood behind her, trapping her against the table.

Stunned and staring at the dough on the table, she sucked a breath of air when she felt his strong arms reach around her. She didn't breathe the entire time it took Jamie to stroke her arms all the way down before covering her hands with his on each side of the rolling pin. Turning slightly into his shoulder, feeling the softness of his T-shirt, she snuck a whiff of heaven.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, and breathed on the back of her neck. The rough fabric of his jeans pressed against her back. He relaxed even closer behind her and her stomach flipped. She'd envisioned training Jamie Santino in her kitchen hundreds of times since getting the word from Danica, but never thought anything even close to this would happen. He exhaled into her ear, and she shuddered.

Is this really happening? Sarah didn’t dare move, wishing she could freeze time and save the exact second her world merged into his. In this solitary moment everything changed. For the rest of her life, she would never look at a rolling pin the same way.






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Former San Francisco Radio Disc Jockey Kate Kisset has a passion for telling great stories. After playing thousands of Hot AC, Country, Rock and Oldies tunes, for her primarily female fan base, she changed her tune and became an author.

Just a Kiss is the first book in her wine country romance series, The Single Girls Wine Club.

She lives in Northern California and Santa Barbara with her family and rescue pup "editor" Luciana Parmigiana, where she hikes, reads, listens to music, and drinks wine.



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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Drawn To You by Ker Dukey @KerDukeyauthor @justAbookB





Drawn To You
by
Ker Dukey

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: June 30, 2015









Antonia McNally has a great family, a great boyfriend, and a great future... until she finds herself interrupting a robbery and becoming the victim of a ruthless criminal. When she witnesses brutal murder, abuse and suffers her own traumatizing assault by his hand, her life changes forever. When love, loyalty, and strength are tested, the weak falter.

Moving away to the States offers her a fresh start; however, confident, successful Finlay Hayes, her best friend's Brother adds even more chaos to her already turbulent emotions. When she can't decide between ripping him a new one or ripping his clothes off, one thing is for sure, they both have an unquenchable craving for each other. When life starts looking a little brighter it's not long before the storm clouds roll in. All is never what it appears and under his good looks and in charge attitude, Finlay has a past of his own and secrets that can destroy the dynamics of the friendships she has built.
Secrets are waiting to be spilled, but at what cost?















My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of your seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles... prepare for the unexpected.

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up. We also used to put on performances by acting out stories. I wanted to become an actress from an early age so I could live out many roles but unfortunately I learned early on that my mind was too active... (I would end up wanting to change the script) I would watch films or TV shows and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so I thought it best that I tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I'm not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I'm a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.


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♡ Sale ♡ One To Leave (One To Hold #5) by Tia Louise @AuthorTLouise @TheNextStepPR #SexyCowboys




One To Leave
One To Hold #5
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Tia Louise





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Amazon and International Romance Bestseller.

Some demons can't be shaken off.
Some wounds won't heal.

Until a pair of hazel eyes knocks you on your ass, and you realize it's time to stop running.

A STAND-ALONE, ONE TO HOLD NOVEL. Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.









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Runaway - Prequel to One to Chase





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Just in from Paris...
Just in from Chicago...

Neither Marcus Merritt nor Amy Knight are up for a wedding, especially when it drags one of them back home to old memories and a life left far behind.

A random hook-up seems like a good distraction - it is a wedding after all. Isn't everyone supposed to hook up?

The latest Merritt-Knight pairing starts off with a bang, but neither party knows where this random is going to lead.

A ONE TO CHASE prequel. Due to strong language and sexual content, Runaway is intended for readers 18 and older only. ONE TO CHASE is LIVE June 25, 2015.






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One To Chase
One To Hold #7





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An ALL-NEW Stand-Alone novel from Bestselling Author Tia Louise!
**SPECIAL PRE-ORDER RELEASE WEEK PRICE OF $2.99!!!**

Paris fashions,
Chicago nightlife,
Secrets and lies...
Welcome to the North Side.

Marcus Merritt doesn't chase women. He doesn't have to. But when the spirited and sexy blonde who left him wanting more shows up in his office looking for work, little things like the rules seem ready to be rewritten.

Amy Knight is smart, ambitious, and back home in Chicago to care for her mother. A courtesy meeting with one of the top lawyers in the city should be a boost to her career...

Until the polished green-eyed player turns out to be the same irresistible "random" she hooked up with at a friend's wedding in Wilmington. Bonus: He's the brother of her older brother's new wife. What the hell?!

Who's chasing whom? It all depends on the day. Or the night.

Coming June 25, 2015! #SexyLawyer
A STAND-ALONE, ONE TO HOLD NOVEL. Contemporary/Erotic Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.






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Tia Louise is the Amazon and International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.

From "Readers' Choice" nominations, to picking up USA Today "Happily Ever After" nods, to winning a 2014 "Lady Boner Award" (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.

A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...



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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ The Song of David by Amy Harmon @aharmon_author @RSofRomance




Meet Millie and David (Tag) in the newest stand alone by Amy Harmon
"She said I was like a song. Her favorite song."

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The Song of David
by
Amy Harmon





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She said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn't something you can see. It's something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played.

I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I've been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood.

For me, heaven was the octagon.

Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer's posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn't normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?

If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.

**This is David 'Tag' Taggert's book, a supporting character introduced in The Law of Moses. This is a stand-alone story.










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Amelie and Henry didn't come by the gym the next day. On Saturday, I thought I saw them once, beyond the wall of windows along the front of the gym, but when I looked again they were gone. I shrugged, deciding Henry must not have been as excited by the idea as Amelie thought he would be. A few minutes later I looked up to see them hovering near the speed bags, Amelie holding firmly to Henry's arm, Henry looking as if he was about to bolt and drag his poor sister with him. They were garnering some strange looks — Henry with his crazy bedhead, his darting glances, and jittery hands and Amelie because she stood so still and looked so out of place in a gym filled with muscles and men.

I called a quick halt to my bout, escaping Axel, who was trying to pummel me into next week, and slid between the ropes that cordoned off one of the octagons.

"Amelie! Henry!" I called, noting how Amelie's face was immediately wreathed in a relieved smile, a smile so wide it spread to her eyes, giving the illusion of sparkle and life. But Henry started backing up, pulling his sister with him.

"Yo, Henry. Hold up, man." I stopped several feet from them and lowered my voice. "Did you know that Jack Dempsey versus Jess Willard was the very first fight to be broadcast over the radio?"

Henry stopped moving and his hands stilled.

"Do you know what year that was, Henry?"

"1919," Henry said in a whisper. "The first televised fight was in 1931. Benny Leonard vs. Mickey Walker."

"I didn't know that." Actually, I had only known about the Dempsey, Willard fight because I'd seen a biography on Dempsey on Netflix the night before. God bless Netflix. The mention of the radio had made me think of Henry and the sportscast blaring from his bedroom. "You wanna tell me more?"

"David 'Tag' Taggert, light heavyweight contender with a professional record of eighteen wins, two losses, ten knock outs."

"You checked up on me, huh?"

Henry's mouth twitched, and he looked away shyly.

"You did! What else did you find out? That all the ladies love me, that I'm the best looking fighter, pound for pound, in the universe?"

Henry looked confused for a second, and I realized he was searching his mind for that stat. I laughed. "Just kidding, buddy."

"Six-foot three, 215 pounds, most often compared to Forrest Griffin and Michael Bisping?" Henry's voice rose on the end, clearly seeking approval.

"I'm more charming than Bisping, and I have better ears than Forrest. But they could both probably kick my ass."

"He said ass, Amelie!" Henry whispered, half shocked.

"Yes he did, Henry. It's okay. That's how fighters talk," Amelie soothed.

"Can I say ass?" Henry whispered again, curiously.

"You can," I cut in, "after you learn how to fight."





Millie opened the door to greet me, a smile on her lips, my name on her tongue, but I didn't wait for her to release it. I wanted her to keep it, savor it, and never let it go. I needed my name to stay inside her so that I wouldn't float away like a word that's already been spoken. So I pressed my lips to hers and swung her up in my arms like a man in a movie, and my name became a cry that only I heard.

I felt slightly crazed, and my kiss was frantic as I barreled up the stairs with Millie in my arms. My legs didn't shake and my mind was clear, as if in its health my body was rebelling too. I wanted to roar and hit my chest. I wanted to shake my fists at the heavens, but more than anything I wanted Millie. I didn't want to waste another second with Millie.

Then we were in her room, the white comforter pristine and smooth, like Millie's skin in the moonlight, and I laid her across it, falling down beside her. I was anxious. Needy. I wanted the safety of her skin, the absolution of her flesh, and the promise that came with it. I wanted to take. I wanted to cement myself in her memory and leave my mark. I needed that. I needed her. She matched my fervor like she understood. She didn't understand. She couldn't. But she didn't slow me down or beg me for reassurance.

My hands were in her hair and tracing her eyes, fingering her mouth, pausing in the hollow of her throat. I wanted to touch every single part of her. But even as I lost myself in the silk of her skin and the sway of her movements against me, I felt the horror rise up inside of me and shimmer beneath my skin. It wouldn't be enough. It wouldn't be enough, and I knew it, even as I closed my eyes and tried to make it be enough. I couldn't breathe and my heart raced, and for a moment I thought I would tell her everything.

She must have mistaken my fear for hesitation, the cessation of my breath for something else, because she cradled my face in her hands and pressed her forehead to mine. And then she whispered my name.

"David, David, David." It sounded like a song when she said it. And she kissed my lips softly.

"David, David, David." She chanted my name, like she couldn't believe it was true, like she liked the way it felt in her mouth.

"I love the way you call me David," I said, and remembered the line from my silly song, the line that had no rhyme.

"I love that you are mine," she breathed, and the fear left me for a time. It tiptoed away and love took its place, love and belonging and time that can't be stolen.





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Amy Harmon is a USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author. Amy knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what made a good story. Her books are now being published in several countries, truly a dream come true for a little country girl from Levan, Utah.

Amy Harmon has written seven novels - the USA Today Bestsellers, Making Faces and Running Barefoot, as well as Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, Infinity + One and the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue. Her newest release, The Law of Moses, is now available. For updates on upcoming book releases, author posts and more, join Amy at www.authoramyharmon.com



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