quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2015

♡ Book Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Wreck (Sphere of Irony #4) by Heather C. Leigh @HeatherLeigh_8 @RSofRomance



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Wreck
Sphere of Irony #4
by
Heather C. Leigh





✾ Synopsis ✾


Hawke Evans is the drummer for the Grammy winning Sphere of Irony. The quiet, tattooed and pierced hottie behind a pair of geek chic glasses is hiding a seriously troubled adrenaline junkie with a death wish.

Abby Kessler is studying psychology at UCLA. Her desire to help those fighting mental illness stems from a life-changing incident in her past.

When Abby meets Hawke backstage at a local club, she's instantly attracted to his bad boy good looks. But when she discovers the damaged man beneath the beautiful exterior, she's compelled to make up for past mistakes.

How long will it take for Hawke to realize his reckless behavior isn't only endangering him, but the hearts of those around him? How long will it take for Abby to see that she can't help someone who has no desire to be fixed?

*** This is book 4 in the Sphere of Irony Series. It can be read as a standalone. This is a spin-off of the Famous Series ***












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"Go away, Evans. I'm talking this nice girl." This prick has no idea how close I am to snapping or what Abby means to me. The way Brad says 'girl', combined with the obvious 'fuck off so I can get laid' look in his eyes, seals Brad's fate.

Blinded by rage, I pull back my arm and drill my fist right into his smug face.

"Fuck!" Brad cries out. He touches his mouth to find his lip split open and bleeding.

"Oh my god, Hawke! What is your problem?" Abby shouts. I move to punch the bastard again, but Abby steps between us, grabbing my hand. "Stop!"

"Move," I hiss, shooting a murderous glare over Abby's shoulder at Brad, who is still holding his hand up to his mouth.

The rest of the room has gone silent, everyone stopping to stare at the disruption, eager to watch a good fight. Dax must have either left or is holed up in his room with Kate, otherwise he'd be right in the middle of things, using his enormous muscles and underground fighting skills to put an end to the confrontation.

"Don't," Abby begs, forcing me to look at her by stepping into my line of sight. When I meet her eyes, shimmering with tears and betrayal, all of the rage I felt for Brad turns into frustration with Abby for drinking and putting herself in the situation with Brad to begin with.

"Leave," I bark at Brad, pointing at the front door. Before she can protest, I grab Abby's wrist and haul her to my room. She stumbles behind me on her high heels. Using my foot, I slam the door shut with a bang.

"Ouch, Hawke!" Abby twists out of my hold, turning to glare at me. "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" I shout. "I'm not the one getting drunk and letting Brad piece-of-shit Vargas touch my ass!"

Her mouth drops open and her eyes bulge. "Are you kidding me right now?"

I step forward, crowding her in a corner of the tiny space I share with Gavin. "Oh, I'm far from fucking kidding, Abby. He's a slimy douchebag who wants nothing more than to get you drunk and fuck you."

"So what? It's none of your business who I sleep with!" Abby puts her hands on her hips and scowls. It's almost adorable, until she continues her rant, going straight for the jugular. "I don't say anything about the whores you bang every night!"

Anger, shame, raging desire — they all battle inside my chest, clashing until they detonate in a huge fireball of uncontrollable emotions. "I don't want them!" I shout, my hands going to my hair, fisting huge hunks.

I step closer, Abby's back now pressed against the bathroom door. I lean forward, dropping my hands to cage her in on either side of her head. Her breathing picks up and I drop my gaze to drag up her sinful body, ending at her heart-stopping eyes. "Don't you get it, Abby?" My voice lowers as I finally confess what I've held inside for too long. "I don't want Brad touching you. I don't want anyone touching you! I want you. You're mine."

Abby gasps, either in shock at my declaration, or with desire. I don't wait to find out because at that moment, I lean closer, letting my hips press against hers so she can feel exactly how much I want her. Abby's eyes fall to my mouth, her thick lashes fluttering against flushed skin. When her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, any remaining willpower I possessed dissolves into nothingness.

I tilt my head to see if that mouth tastes as sweet as she smells, but Abby holds me back with a hand to my chest. A fist squeezes around my heart. Of course she doesn't want me. Why would she? I'm a fucked up mess and she knows it.

Abby inhales a shaky breath, drawing my attention back to her eyes once more. "What's your real name?" she asks.

"What?" I pull my brows together.

"Your real name. I... I don't want my first time to be with someone whose name I don't know," she whispers, her cheeks blazing red with embarrassment.

I huff out a laugh. "Henry. It's Henry Walker Evans."

"Like Gavin Walker?"

I shake my head. "No relation."

"Henry," she says, smiling as she trails her trembling fingers up my chest, over my collarbone, to wrap around the back of my neck. "Kiss me, Henry."

Without hesitation, I lift my hands from the door to cup her flushed cheeks, letting my full weight press against her body. Abby's tongue darts out to wet her lips, sending a rush of blood straight to my groin. I groan in pleasure. "God, I've been wanting to do this forever." Before she can answer, I lean in and our mouths connect.

Abby melts against the door, her muscles going limp, allowing me to control the kiss. When I slide my tongue against the seam of her lips, she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates all the way to my toes. Her mouth parts on a soft exhale, the sound sending little sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. I'm so turned on, so desperate to taste and feel every part of her, that my brain turns off and instinct takes over. Primal, animal instinct to possess, to claim, to make her mine.

I step forward, putting one foot between hers to kick her feet apart. Once there's enough room to maneuver, I push my stiff dick against the junction of her thighs. Abby gasps and comes to life. The girl who was content to be passively carried along through our kiss, threads her fingers through my hair and grips tight. The streak of pain across my scalp shreds my last vestiges of rational thought.

Panting, I break away, dizzily gulping down oxygen. "Off. Now." I grab the hem of her silky tank top and yank it over her head, revealing two perfect, round breasts supported by a lacy white bra. "Fuck." I palm my hard-on through my way too tight jeans, the ache nearly unbearable.

Abby stares at me, her eyes wild, pupils dilated. Desire has put crimson streaks on her cheekbones and turned her throat and chest a deep shade of pink. "Your turn," she says, clawing at the bottom of my own T-shirt. I reach over my head to pull it off, but hesitate when my fingers grip the material.

The scars. I haven't had sex with anyone without a shirt on since the accident, usually not even getting my pants all the way off. It's always been quick backroom hook-ups or blow jobs. My pulse races, fear overtaking desire, pricking my skin uncomfortably.

"Henry." Abby caresses my cheek, her thumb brushing across the silver stud in my bottom lip. "I don't care. I want you, all of you. You're perfect the way you are."

Our eyes lock, and I know she’s telling the truth. This is Abby. I can trust her. She skims her hands down my ribcage, hooking her fingers into the waist of my jeans. In a bold move, Abby tugs me forward and arches her back off the door, grinding against my aching cock.

I nod, knowing right now, I'll give her whatever she wants. I fist the collar of the shirt and pull it over my head, balling it up in my hands between us, using it as my final shield. Without breaking eye contact, Abby covers my hands with her own and slowly removes my fingers, taking the shirt from me. She tosses it to the ground, blue eyes still fixed on mine. Abby slides her hands around my waist and I flinch.

"Don't be afraid," she murmurs, skimming her hands up my torso, her fingers exploring every inch. They brush across my abs to my chest, where she gently flicks her thumbs across my nipples. "I'm not. I know you'll take care of me."

"Jesus, Abby." My head lolls back from the pleasure of her touch.

Abby winds her hands behind my head and pulls my mouth back to hers. Our tongues slide together, wet and hot and so fucking perfect. She stops to catch her breath, fumbling with the button on her own jeans. As I stare, entranced, Abby shoves down her pants and underwear and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. She's so beautiful, I stop breathing to stare at her naked body, snapping out of it only when she speaks. "Make love to me, Henry."








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Incite
Sphere of Irony #1





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Strike
Sphere of Irony #2
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Resist
Sphere of Irony #3
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Wreck
Sphere of Irony #4
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✿ The Author ✿


Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.



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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Third Base (The Boys of Summer #1) by Heidi McLaughlin @heidijovt



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We are so excited to share the cover of THIRD BASE by Heidi McLaughlin releasing on November 4th!

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Third Base
The Boys of Summer #1
by
Heidi McLaughlin

Release Date: November 4th 2015

Cover by: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations

Photography: Eric Battershell

Cover Model: Blake Farley





✾ Synopsis ✾


​Ethan Davenport is already Boston's most eligible bachelor, in his second season with the Boston Renegades and has eyes for the girl behind the visitors' dugout who has been staring at him for a year.

That girl is Daisy Robinson, a journalism student at the University of Boston, a die-hard Renegades fan and determined to give Ethan a run for his money. He knows in order to have a chance with her, he needs to change his ways but he may just need her to wait until the off-season.

But with new found love comes challenges and Ethan and Daisy have to deal with his crazy schedule, school finals and his presence on her campus for some much needed media training. For Ethan nothing can come between him and Daisy, until a secret that she's been keeping threatens to destroy them both.












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​"Someone's dogging ya," Kidd says as he nods behind me. I can hear my name being called, but I don't want to look because he's likely up to something. The fact that my name is being called means nothing, since the kids are always trying to get us to sign things, give them a bat during the game or even look at them. It was a thrill when it happened to me so I know what it's like to get attention from your favorite player, let alone any player.

"Just a fan, I'm assuming," I say, shrugging him off and focusing on Mackenzie's at bat.

He shakes his head and starts laughing. "A super fan," he says, nodding behind me again. "You might want to turn around."

"You might want to pay attention to the game. Mackenzie could hit a foul ball and smack you in the tallywacker."

"Jesus Davenport, just turn the hell around."

I roll my eyes and finally give in, but only halfheartedly. I look over my left shoulder and see no one calling me and over my right to find the same thing.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

Kidd swings the bat a few times before he stops because Mackenzie has a hit and is now on first base. "Turn all the way around, Davenport. Stop being a bitch."

I do as he says and I'm met with a pair of green eyes that I have burnt into my memory. She's sitting behind our dugout in the center seat. She stands and points to her shirt. The front of it says, "I'm sorry". I can't help the stupid ass grin that is plastered all over my face.

I lean forward, resting my hands on the edge of the dugout. "Are you busy after the game?"

"No," Daisy says with a smile.

"You are now," I say, not caring that I'm probably jumping the gun and assuming she wants to see me. It's not a guess; I know she does. "Stay right there and I'll come get you when the game is over."

Before I know it, we're on the Jumbo Tron with hearts all around our picture. She covers her face and I turn back to the game, only to turn around and wave my hat at the section she's in. They roar with cheers and start chanting my name.

We win, nine to one. I had a few more base hits and some RBI's to add to our run count. Every Renegade player had at least one base hit. It's odd when that happens, but we take it and run with it when it does. As soon as I enter the clubhouse the reporters are there. They call my name and instead of going to them, they come over to me and shove their microphones into my face as soon as I sit down.

"Ethan, you made a pretty big display of affection today during the game. Do you care to tell us about your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, sure," I say, running my hand through my hair. "I've been in love with her for as long as I can remember. She means everything to me." Suddenly their microphones are even more in my face.

"What's her name?"

"Baseball!"

I wish I had a camera at this exact moment so I can capture their expressions as they all deadpan at my answer. They're stupid if they think I'm going to say anything about Daisy. We have a long road ahead of us and the last thing we need is the media hounding us. I do enough stupid shit that brings us plenty of attention. We don't need any more.

The reporters don't like me much after that answer, not that I can blame them. Kidd punches me in the shoulder and winks at me.





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Forever My Girl
The Beaumont Series #1
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My Everything
The Beaumont Series #1.5
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My Unexpected Forever
The Beaumont Series #2
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Finding My Forever
The Beaumont Series #3
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Finding My Way
The Beaumont Series #4
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12 Days of Forever
The Beaumont Series #4.5
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My Kind of Forever‏
The Beaumont Series #5
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Lost in You
Lost in You #1
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Lost in Us
Lost in You #1.5
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Here With Me
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Choose Me
The Archer Brothers #2
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The Reeducation of Savannah McGuire
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✿ The Author ✿


Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.

Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, and their newest addition of a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL.

During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she's writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting courtside during either daughter's basketball games.



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♡ Release Day Blitz ♡ Ghost (Evil Dead MC Story #5) by Nicole James @Nicole_James1 @MarkMyWordsPR




Ghost
Evil Dead MC Story #5
by
Nicole James

Release Date: October 28, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


Ghost has been living his life under one rule... never fall in love, never get too close, never get tied down to just one woman. Focusing solely on his club, he is able to remain unattached and free... until a girl from his past is dropped in his lap. She was a line he swore he'd never cross. And now, in order to obtain an alliance his club needs, he's forced to use her in ways he'd never imagined.

She needs his protection, and she's the one woman he can't refuse.

When Ghost finds himself unable to keep his distance from her, will he be able to push his feelings aside and use her as a pawn for the attainment of his club's goals? Or will he put the club and their lives at risk to follow his heart?

When lies and secrets come between them, can they overcome everything to find their own piece of heaven?








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Nicole James grew up in the suburbs of Chicago. As a child, she wrote her first book, Charlie the Firefly, at the age of eight. Her mother knew long before she did that she would someday become an author. Growing up, she spent many happy weekends and summers in Michigan at a cabin on a lake. Winters, she loved to ski. As an adult, Nicole has traveled all over the West and South. She has lived in Illinois, Arizona, Georgia and Alabama. She has a love of motorcycles, writing, reading and the beach. Her favorite city is New Orleans. She loves music of all kinds, but especially the blues. She has two wonderful sisters, two fabulous kids, one awesome son-in-law, and an adorable granddaughter.



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