terça-feira, 4 de agosto de 2015

♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Mind Over Matter (Loose Ends #3) by Kaia Bennett @KaiaBennett @IndieSagePromo




Mind Over Matter
Loose Ends #3
by
Kaia Bennett

Publication Date: July 28, 2015

Also in this series: #1 Crush, Closer

Genres: Contemporary, Erotic, Interracial, Romance





✾ Synopsis ✾


They said they would try. They said they would give their love a chance.

But when the mistakes of Gabriel's past clashed with Nicole's hopes for the future, they realized love wasn't enough. They tied up the loose ends of their broken hearts and walked away.

Now, Gabriel's career is on a meteoric rise and he is back to his bachelor ways. He told Nicole he couldn't promise forever and did his best to let her go, but these days he wonders if he spoke too soon.

Nicole has a new life, a new man, and she refuses to look back. To everyone around her though, not looking back looks an awful lot like running scared from the past.

With Jackie and Ian's wedding approaching, a reunion between the best man and the maid of honor is to be expected. What they don't expect is for the olive branch of friendship to catch fire with a love and need that is stronger than even their best intentions.

They called it quits. But is it really over? They still love each other. But does that even matter when they've made up their minds that there's no going back?

*NOTE* Mind Over Matter is the third and final book in the Loose Ends series.












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She was still as a statue, full lips slightly parted. The first thing she seemed able to do with any semblance of cognition was quirk her lips upwards into the beginnings of a smile. Then her lips slammed shut. She blinked, swallowed, took a shaky step forward.

And tripped on the first step of the porch, a nasty, awkward trip that made her slip and grab the railing. A trip that splashed the glass of lemonade she was holding all down Jackie's treacherous back. Yeah, treacherous was the perfect word for this run-in with the past. In an instant the sound of glass crashing and splintering accompanied a shrill high pitched, "Shit!", followed by Jackie's shocked form shaking out one arm while gripping her own spilled lemonade. She spun her gaze to her younger sister and Gabe knew what Nicole was witnessing.

Fire. Brimstone. Death in a tiny package otherwise known as her older sister.

The usual.

"Oh my God, Jackie, I'm so sorry—"

"Ah, ah! Stay there, dummy!" Jackie yelled to which Nicole halted movement like a bloodhound on the scent; one foot in midair, the other wobbling as she tried to gain balance. "You're barefoot and I don't want you cutting yourself."

He could see her swallow. Jackie said something about getting a towel.

"I can get you a towel," Nicole offered, which Jackie laughed off dismissively.

"Say 'hi' to Gabriel. I'm gonna go change." Jackie said. Then, to Ian, "Baby, get a broom and dust pan for me, would you?"

"But..." he gestured to Preston. It would be quite a feat to sweep up glass while toting a one year old around, and it would make more sense for her to just get it herself, or let Nicole get it.

Jackie chose to ignore this logic in favor of blatantly staging a reunion. "It's cool, I'll take Preston, while you go sweep this up." Of course that's not all that passed between the two. They must have thought Gabriel was blind as they proceeded to have a private conversation with their eyes and subtle gestures. It bordered on telepathy.

Nicole laughed and lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug for Gabriel's sake, probably noticing the same thing. He watched as Jackie grabbed Preston and Ian hopped the railing of the porch steps so he didn't track glass into the house.

A moment of painful silence passed between them. Gabriel cleared his throat. Nicole nibbled her bottom lip.

"Some things never change, huh?" she joked using a sweeping gesture to point out her broken handiwork all over the bottom step.

Gabriel laughed, thankful for the burst of levity that cut into the pounding in his chest. He maneuvered carefully around the broken glass that kept her stranded on the second to last step. Broken pieces, a metaphor for everything between them, glittering in the noonday sun. He looked down at the shards before them, then up at her as he approached the same railing that Ian had jumped. She gave him smile that matched his sheepish half-grin perfectly.

"Can I get a hug now?" he asked softly. His voice quavered and he had to will his hands not to shake.

She nodded and leaned over the railing to embrace him. The look in her eyes when he grasped her waist instead and lifted her in the air did familiar and powerful things to his body. Her fingers dug into his forearms; her eyes searched his. He watched her tongue swipe across her lips, eyed the creamy smoothness of her legs as she tucked them into her chest. He brought her easily up and over the obstacle separating them, and the closer she came the more he felt transported back to the way things were.

Her hands were shaking, her slick palms sliding against his forearms. He set her down gently on the grass in front of him, his fingers sliding around until they rested lightly on her back. She brought her arms up to rest on his shoulders. Her fingers caught on the fabric of his shirt; he could almost feel the softness of her skin under the flimsy, worn cotton of her t-shirt. Everywhere their bodies connected he felt heat. When he finally wrapped his arms around her it was like drowning, sinking into the past.

A flash of her fingers on his skin, her nails digging in as she sighed against his neck just before her lips found his. The sound of her moan. The sound of her laugh. Soft skin, gentle kisses. The way it felt to be trusted, needed, and wanted. How safe and scared he felt being loved by her.

He could almost feel himself back there, falling asleep with her fingers woven into his, the life lines and love lines on their palms flirting with forever.

He was being battered by a phantom, a ghost of what used to be that he couldn't fight or cage. How could he when it was in the very ether surrounding them? He looked away from her eyes, knelt down a bit to keep his hips away from hers. But her breasts still felt like a firebrand against his chest. Her breath against his neck still did things to him, things he’d convinced himself she couldn’t do anymore when distance made it easy to deceive himself.

And her hair. It was shorter now, but still soft, still the sweet scent of lilacs that made his eyes close over unshed tears as he suppressed a moan of pleasure.

The embrace was so comfortable. But it hurt, too. As soon as he touched her, as soon as he felt her body against his, he knew she was right. And he knew he was so very wrong.

Some things never did change.

Then the moment was gone, if only because Ian had mercifully ventured outside to sweep up the glass and announced his presence by loudly clearing his throat. Gabe lifted his head, watched her look at Ian over her shoulder with a chuckle. Then she turned back to him and rolled her eyes. He gave her an answering smirk he hoped said something like, This isn't breaking my heart at all. When she released his shoulders and stepped back a bit, his hands lingered for a second before falling away from the curve of her hips. Distance again. A blessing and a curse.

"How ya been, babe?" she whispered. He saw the second she realized what she'd said. That old endearment stung like a whip and it was probably written all over his face how much he missed hearing it.

"Great!" He stuffed his fists back in his jeans pockets. "Really great. How about you?"

She shrugged a shoulder and gave him a crooked grin. "Well, I'm a published author now. Or, at least I will be once the book gets out there on shelves."

The excitement on her face was infectious. He found himself smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. "Yeah, I know. Jackie told me and I told her I want the first copy. I knew you could do it, sweetheart..."

Her eyes wavered a bit as soon as he called her 'sweetheart'. So did his smile. He should have remembered to be careful. He should have been used to the idea that this was what they were now. Familiar strangers. But that was feeling more and more like a lie. It was starting to feel like all the time apart was an illusion. All the time apart was a horrible nightmare, and this was when he would wake up. Any minute now they would all start laughing and the ruse would end. He would wrap his arms around her and walk her into the house, whispering in her ear all the things they would do when they got alone, just like he used to. Any moment now he would touch her and not hold back. She would touch him and not pull away.

Times like this he wished he'd never discovered how much she'd wanted him once upon a time. Maybe he wouldn't realize so painfully what was missing, what he'd lost, how addicted he used to be to her desire and love for him.

Used to. That was the important part. He'd moved on. So had she. Yet, still, something like this could remain. Must be like a star, when the light has burned out for years past, yet the glow remains, teasing fallible human eyes from a distance. Even Jackie and Ian could see it. Everyone would probably be able to see it.

But it was still dead. And they were going to let it stay that way.








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#1 Crush
Loose Ends #1
by
Kaia Bennett

Publication Date: December 1, 2014

Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Erotica





✾ Synopsis ✾


Nicole Langley's #1 Crush has always been Gabriel Roberts, but settling for being a friendly acquaintance has had to be enough.

Gabriel has always seen Nicole as his good friend's very pretty, but extremely off limits baby sister.

Then a hot summer day and an even hotter discovery pushes them over the lines of friendship, over the lines of unrequited desire, and into each other's arms.

Will they indulge and move on? Or will this crush turn into something more, something deeper? Something that leaves loose ends begging to be tied...

**#1 Crush is Book One in the Loose Ends series. Each book is a full novel and the series will conclude with Book Three**










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Closer
Loose Ends #2
by
Kaia Bennett

Publication Date: March 31, 2015

Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Erotica, Interracial





✾ Synopsis ✾


After a whirlwind week of hot sex and growing affection, Nicole and Gabriel were forced to part ways and to return to real life. For a while they danced around each other, meeting up when they could, the distance between them rivaled only by their desire to be together again.

Now these lovers are no longer star-crossed. They're in the same city at the same time and can finally indulge their insatiable passion. At least until Gabriel's increasingly popular band goes on tour.

But the ticking clock of his budding music career isn't the only obstacle to contend with. A blast from Gabriel's wild past, a guy that kept Nicole warm in Gabriel's absence, and fear of what the future holds all converge just as they've begun to realize this might be love...

Author's Note: This book contains strong language and sexual content with dark elements, some of which readers may find uncomfortable.










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Mind Over Matter
Loose Ends #3
by
Kaia Bennett

Publication Date: July 28, 2015

Also in this series: #1 Crush, Closer

Genres: Contemporary, Erotic, Interracial, Romance





✾ Synopsis ✾


They said they would try. They said they would give their love a chance.

But when the mistakes of Gabriel's past clashed with Nicole's hopes for the future, they realized love wasn't enough. They tied up the loose ends of their broken hearts and walked away.

Now, Gabriel's career is on a meteoric rise and he is back to his bachelor ways. He told Nicole he couldn't promise forever and did his best to let her go, but these days he wonders if he spoke too soon.

Nicole has a new life, a new man, and she refuses to look back. To everyone around her though, not looking back looks an awful lot like running scared from the past.

With Jackie and Ian's wedding approaching, a reunion between the best man and the maid of honor is to be expected. What they don't expect is for the olive branch of friendship to catch fire with a love and need that is stronger than even their best intentions.

They called it quits. But is it really over? They still love each other. But does that even matter when they've made up their minds that there's no going back?

*NOTE* Mind Over Matter is the third and final book in the Loose Ends series.










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✿ The Author ✿


Kaia Bennett is a native of New Jersey, a college graduate and U.S. Army veteran who loves music, movies, astrology, tattoos, martial arts, animals and, of course, the written word. She heard the siren call of the writer as a teenage girl, but took her sweet time answering it until she had lived and loved enough to share her work with the masses.

She is an erotic author who loves to write stories with diversity, depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt shamelessly with the taboo. A lover of all genres and a voracious reader, she aims to write stories that are transformative for her characters and readers alike.



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♡ Release Blitz ♡ Trapped (Caged #2) by Shay Savage @savage7289 @RSofRomance




Liam & Tria's story continues in Trapped!

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Trapped
Caged #2
by
Shay Savage





✾ Synopsis ✾


Bizarre rituals on a remote island in Maine.
My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I know why they say life is never easy.
The soft touch of Tria's hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can't handle.
I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.












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I felt my body tighten at her touch, and my skin tingled as her fingers moved over my chest and down to my abs. She took one finger and slid it over the ridge of each muscle. I caught her under her chin with my fingers and brought her mouth back to mine.

Open mouthed, I moved from her lips, up the line of her jaw, to her ear, and back again. With my free hand, I crept from her hip up her side, and my thumb stroked the skin of her stomach. I felt her hand over mine.

I started to pull away, assuming her intent was to tell me to stop, but her grip on my fingers tightened. Opening my eyes, I looked down at her and watched her tongue dart out over her lips before she slowly pushed my hand upwards.

"You sure?" I breathed, hating myself for even asking the question instead of jumping on the opportunity. In response, Tria rose up just enough to pull her shirt up over her head.

My cock tried to jump right through the material of my jeans to tit fuck her right there in her bra.

I had to physically restrain myself from the action as she settled back above me on her knees. The bra itself wasn't unfamiliar — I'd seen all of her clothes in the drawers before — but having the lacy white material wrapped around her smooth breasts laid out before me was completely different.

I sat up and moved her with me until she was flat on her back on the couch, and I was hovering over her. I moistened my lips as I gazed down at the pale flesh before me with only a slight curve visible at the top of the lacy front.

As slowly as I could endure, I traced her skin from the edge of the thin strap around her shoulder and down to the mound of flesh against the lace edge. Barely touching her, I outlined from one edge over the curve, down into the slight dip, and back over again. My fingertip completed the trek back up to her other shoulder, and then began to make its way down again.

Once it hit the center of the dip again, I fanned out my fingers — still keeping my touch ultra-light — and stroked slowly toward the outside of her breast. I could feel my own breathing increasing in tempo with hers as I touched her through the thin material. I mimicked the motion with my other hand and the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as I moved.






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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.



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♡ Release Day Blitz ♡ Kick, Push (The Road #2) by Jay McLean @jaymcleanauthor




Kick, Push
The Road #2
by
Jay McLean

Release Date: August 4, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


There's a single defining moment within every skater.
It lasts only a second. Two if you're good.
Three if you're really good.
It's the moment you're in the air, your board somewhere beneath you, and nothing but wind surrounds you.
It's the feeling of being airborne.

The sixteen-year-old version of me would've said it was the greatest feeling in the world.
Then at seventeen, I had my son.
And every single second became a defining moment. Even the ones that consisted of heartbreak when his mother left us.

Seventeen. Single. Dad.
That's what my life became.
Yet, every day, I managed to find that feeling of being airborne.
Or at least I convinced myself I did.
But I lied — to myself and to everyone around me.
Until she showed up; Tanned skin, raven dark hair, and eyes the color of emeralds.

You know what sucks about being in the air?
Coming down from the high.
Sometimes you land on the board and nail the trick.
Then kick, push, and coast away.
Other times you fall.
You fall hard.
And those are the times when it's not as easy to get back up, dust off your pads and try again.
Especially when the girl with the emerald eyes becomes your drug...
And you become her poison.










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The Road #1





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Chloe has one plan for the future, and one plan only: the road. She's made a promise to herself: don't let anyone in, and don't let anyone love her. She's learned the hard way what happens if she breaks her rules. So she's focused on being invisible and waiting until she can set out on the road — her dream of freedom, at least for a little while.

Blake Hunter is a basketball star who has it all — everything about him looks perfect to those on the other side of his protective walls. He can't let anyone see the shattered pieces behind the flawless facade or else all his hopes and dreams will disappear.

One dark night throws Chloe and Blake together, changing everything for Blake. For Chloe, nothing changes: she has the road, and she's focused on it. But when the so-called perfect boy starts to notice the invisible girl, they discover that sometimes with love, no one knows where the road may lead.








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Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she's not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.

She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.

For publishing rights (Foreign & Domestic) Film, or television, please contact her agent, Erica Spellman-Silverman, at Trident Media Group.



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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Reckless Surrender (Made For Love #2) by R.C. Martin @AuthorRCMartin @givemebooksblog




Reckless Surrender
Made For Love #2
by
R.C. Martin

Genre: New Adult Romance

Cover Design: Louisa at LM Creations

Release Date: August 4, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


[Reckless Surrender is book two in the Made for Love series but can be read as a STAND ALONE novel. Written for audiences 18+ years of age.]

Three and a half years ago, Daphne walked into my shop, kicked open the door to my soul, invited herself inside, and got comfortable. By the time I realized she'd made herself at home, it was too late to kick her out. Now, I'm in love with her. But I'm not her boyfriend. She's not my lover. We're just friends...

Trevor's it for me. I love him so much it drives me crazy. But we're broken — two battered people whose souls have been ravaged by the world. We decided a long time ago that we wanted to love each other but not attempt to fix one another. Instead, we give each other as much as we can. I'm beginning to wonder if that's ever going to be enough...

I don't want to be her bandaid.

I don't want to be his addiction.

But if we never cross that line, will I lose her?

If I don't tell him what I want, will I lose myself?








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I twist my bangs back away from my face and pin them in place before washing off today's makeup. I feel completely plain without it, but it's also refreshing to be rinsed clean and I know present company doesn't mind. Speaking of which, I'm glad I get to keep him for the night. I love it when that happens. We don't exactly make a habit of it, but I always sleep better cocooned in his arms. It makes me feel like I'm his. I guess in some ways I am, even though I'm not. I certainly don't belong to anyone else. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else — even if being with Trevor without actually being with Trevor one day breaks my heart.

I shake the thought away, aware that I'm starting to think too much. He's here, now, and that's what he can give me. Besides that, it's more than anyone else gets. This is how it is between us. It works.

I stop just inside the doorway of my bedroom, caught off guard by what awaits. Or should I say, who? I have to stifle a small gasp at the sight of him — not because I'm startled by his change in appearance, but because he leaves me breathless. He's so damn mesmerizing I can't help but stare. Every. Time.

At this point, I think it's safe to assume I'll never get used to the masterpiece that he is, and that's more than fine.

It's quite apparent that he has endured the confines of his dress attire for as long as he can stand it. I can't mourn the lost image of him all spruced up, not when I have the image of him all stripped down to admire. All he has on is a pair of gym shorts. He keeps a pair stowed away in my dresser for nights like these. He's sitting at the window, which he has opened, with one leg straddling the bench and the other bent in front of him so that he might rest his beer atop his knee.

Trevor isn't built like an athlete. He isn't bulky with muscle. He isn't lanky, like me, either. He's made up of lean, toned lines that whisper of the physical power that makes him all man. But his inner strength? All the vulnerable and fragile pieces of him that make him so strong, the pieces of him that I love so much, that's what catches my eye.

He wears his heart on his sleeve. Literally. The world might not know it, but I do. I know that every inch of ink that covers his beautiful skin tells his story. The tattoo on his left arm stretches from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder and spills over his heart. I can't see it now, because of the way he’s sitting, but I know he's got script tattooed down his left side across his ribs. Finally, his right arm is adorned in a half sleeve. I say finally not as a way to express finality, but simply the end of his list for now. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to learn that he's dreaming of more.

"Daph! Your beer's getting warm!" he yells, his gaze still directed out the window.

I grin, partly because I love how he knows I hate it when my beer gets even the slightest bit warm; partly because he hasn't noticed me standing here staring at him. "I'm right here," I say as I continue to make my way into the room. I speak softly, but I startle him just the same.

"Shit, Wings—" he mutters, spitting out his nickname for me as he jumps. He has to snatch up his beer as his leg shoots out in front of him. I laugh and grab my half empty bottle from off of the edge of the bookshelf where he's lined up our reserve. "How long were you standing there?"

"Not long," I lie. I sit opposite of him, bending my knees and propping my feet up.

"Sure," he murmurs, shaking his head at me in disbelief. I smirk in response.

Now this is one of those moments where, if we were in a movie or a romance novel, he'd crawl across the bench and kiss me. But this isn't a fairy tale and he won't kiss me because I won't let him. We can't go there. What he and I share, it works because we don't go there. As crazy as it might sound, our restraint excites me. Simply knowing that he feels it, too, makes this moment more intimate than not.

He brings his beer up to his lips and tilts his head back as he empties the remaining contents into his mouth. As he sucks out every last drop, he watches me watch him and I get lost in his oval eyes. His irises are in a glorious state of confusion, unsure of whether or not they are blue or green. His hair struggles with the same color dilemma, his dark blonde locks sometimes appearing light brown, depending on how the light hits them.

For just a second, I imagine running my fingers through his soft, loose, curls. Or, at least, I consider them curls; or they would be — big, beautiful, silky curls — if he grew his hair out longer. I know he won't. He likes to keep his slightly shaggy, fuck-me-now mane just long enough to entice you to do just that. Except, we won't be doing that, either.

His gaze is still locked with mine. He's teasing me. I know it. He knows it — but this is our game. I can't look away first. If I do, he's won. So instead, I bring my beer to my lips, tilt my head back, and drink, all the while watching him watch me.

When we're both finished, he stands and takes my empty bottle before leaning down to kiss my neck, just below my ear. "You win, Wings," he murmurs. I grin, feeling victorious. "But you left the bottle opener in the kitchen. I'll be right back." He kisses me once more as a reward and then turns to leave.





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R.C. Martin finds it a bit awkward referring to herself in the third person, so she's only going to do it for this one sentence. (We all know who's writing this bio anyway!)

I'm a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I'm a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today's society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love - the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless.

When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing...you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.



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