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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Hawk's Property (Insurgents MC #1) by Chiah Wilder @EJBookPromos




Hawk's Property
Insurgents MC #1
by
Chiah Wilder

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: October 27, 2015







From the first time Hawk saw her, he knew he wanted to do dirty things to her in his bed.

Hawk, the muscled, tatted, badass Vice President of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club, sees women as bed warmers, nothing more. He never stays with the same woman, and although there are plenty of women who want to be his old lady, he wants none of that.

He doesn't date.
He doesn't let chicks ride on the back of his bike.
He doesn't fall in love.

And that suits him just fine until he meets her whose eyes light a fire in him. Problem is she's not so easy to get into his bed. Hawk wants her. And when Hawk wants something he takes it.

Cara Minelli doesn't want to go to the biker bar, but her friend talks her into it. Swearing off men since she caught her fiancé cheating on her right before her wedding, she has buried herself in her career not wanting a man in her life. Until she sees him. He is sexy, rough, crude, and oh so very wrong for her. So why can't she stop thinking of all the nasty things he'll do to her if she relents and lets him in her bed?

Then a vicious killer who has been strangling women in the area focuses on Cara. Police think bikers are involved. Can Cara set aside her trust issues and let Hawk into her life?

Hawk sees it as his job to protect what is his... and Cara is very much his even if she doesn't know it yet. Cara keeps her heart guarded, but when danger comes calling, their lives collide. Hawk will stop at nothing to keep Cara safe and make her "Property of Hawk".

The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. Hawk's Property is Book One in the series. This book contains violence, strong language, and steamy sexual scenes. HEA. No cliffhangers. The book is intended for readers over the age of 18














Looking at Cara with slightly unfocused eyes, Sherrie turned around on her bar stool, trying to get the bartender's attention. Cara watched the various patrons as they came up to order their drinks. The majority of them were men, and the few women in the bar were dressed in provocative clothing: short skirts, barely-there tops, skin-tight jeans, and spandex dresses. Her blue jeans and sleeveless, knit black top made her look like the poster woman for prim and proper. Sherrie, dressed in a tight black dress with silver studs and buckles, had told her to "slut it up a bit", but Cara didn't feel comfortable wearing anything too revealing in a biker bar. Seeing all the women strutting their stuff, she realized she stuck out like a sore thumb. She jumped when the entrance door slammed, making Sherrie laugh.

"God, you’re nervous."

"These aren't the type of people I usually hang with." Cara looked toward the door and watched a tall guy heading toward the bar. She gasped when he came into full view.

Her first impression was of raw power and sex. He was gorgeous, with shoulder-length black hair tied back in a ponytail. Sporting a nice build — muscular, but not bodybuilder-like — he wore two earrings in his right ear, jeans which fit him snugly around his legs and crotch, and a t-shirt that molded over his sculpted abs. A black leather jacket hung over his broad shoulders and gleaming silver chains hung down from his jeans' pocket. He was definitely all male.

Cara raised her eyes from his body to his face, and a strange shiver slid up her spine, making her scalp tighten and her hands tingle. His ocean blue eyes stared at her from below perfectly shaped dark brows and above a slightly Roman nose. Full lips twitched in a half-smile, making her lick her own while widening her eyes. Hard, angular planes, a strong jaw, and a five o'clock shadow lent to his blatant sexiness. Swallowing hard, Cara glanced down again at his crotch, transfixed by the big mound against his zipper.

Looking up once again, she met his blue eyes, smoldering with intensity. Her cheeks turned crimson and she glanced away. In the mirror behind the bar, she saw him smirking at her as he leaned against the end of the counter.

"Hey, Hawk, what's your vice?" the bartender asked him.

"A bottle of Coors." His deep, smooth voice stroked Cara's senses like silk. He jerked his head toward her. "Do you know her?"

"She's a friend of the blonde who's been coming here for two weeks chasing me. Damn, her friend's so nervous and outta place. It looks like she's never been to a biker bar."

"Yeah, she doesn't exactly fit in. Fuck, she's hot, though."

Cara’s whole body tensed as her face heated, and she crossed her hands on the bar while he flagrantly assessed her. She averted her eyes and stared at the scratched markings on the wooden bar, running her fingers over the grooves, while she wondered if she should be livid at his vulgarity or flattered that he thought she was hot.

Patsy, the bartender, laughed. "I know you're checking out her big rack."

"You know me, man. A stacked bitch does it for me every time. I'd love to have my mouth around those soft tits. Her curves aren't too shabby, either."

Cara pretended to be engrossed in conversation with an inebriated Sherrie. Her face was turned toward her friend, but her ears were glued to the biker’s conversation. She couldn't help herself; she was repulsed, yet titillated by his crudeness.

"You horny bastard." Patsy chuckled.

"No argument there. She's one sexy woman."

Her cheeks flushed as the men continued to talk about her. She was tempted to grab her friend's arm and yank her out of the dive at any second.

"Damn, girl, that guy is really checking you out. He's totally hot." Sherrie nudged her, tilting her head in Hawk's direction.

"He's being rude, and I'm not flattered." Unable to resist, Cara glanced at Hawk sideways. Every time she looked at him, he was staring back at her, his gaze lingering on her mouth. His piercing stare made her stomach flutter. These drinks must really be strong. She was ogling a complete stranger decked out in leather and chains, picturing his lips on hers, his tongue probing her mouth. Fanning herself with her hand, she swore not to have another drink.














Chiah Wilder is the author of Hawk's Property, the first book in the Insurgents MC Series. It is a full length, standalone novel. Its release date is set for October 27, 2015.

Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a "real" job, her writing was placed on the back burner.

Her love of reading has always be center front in her life. Chiah's love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.

Returning to writing has been a dream come true. Writing and publishing Hawk's Property has been an amazing journey, and she is happy to share the Insurgents family with her readers. She is busy writing her next book in the series.

Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com
















♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Fusion (Explosive #5) by Tessa Teevan @TessaTeevan @BTSPromosPR




Fusion
Explosive #5
by
Tessa Teevan

Release Date: October 30, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Models: Don Allen and Faith Danielle

Photographer: Kelsey Keeton at K. Keeton Designs

Cover Designer: Robin Harper at Wicked By Design





✾ Synopsis ✾


Where do babies come from? The question every parent dreads hearing has finally fallen from the lips of six year old Ava Banks, the curious, precocious little girl that readers fell in love with in Ignite. Jeremy and Sierra, normally blunt as can be, struggle to find the right words to answer her. So instead, they rewind sixteen years to that one fateful day where a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven inevitably led to life-long romance filled with laughter, love, and many, many mishaps along the way.

Falling in love with your best friend? It's the most incredible thing in the world. But when a love comes so easily, will it truly be able to last? When the world comes crashing down around you, can even the strongest relationship withstand great tragedy?

Stay tuned for lots of laughs, teenage awkwardness, a few tears, and most of all, mullets. Because what good love story doesn't do business in the front, and party in the back?

** While Fusion is a standalone romance, it's best read after Ignite. **












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✿ Excerpt ✿


Tears glistened as she let out a disbelieving laugh. "And that's the problem. You still see me as dirty eight-year-old playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The girl who played kickball, skinning her knees, and spitting into your hand. Which is okay. I'm not the girly-girl wearing skirts and worrying about having perfect makeup. I don't flirt or act ladylike. At least, not to you. That's not how we are. That's not how we'll ever be. I'm finally realizing that."

I wanted to tell her that she was wrong. That I didn't see her as an eight-year-old girl. That, even though I'd been a blind fool, my eyes had finally opened. I wanted to wax poetic about her long, beautiful hair and how much I loved running my fingers through it while watching our favorite shows. How the beautiful blue of her eyes was my favorite color and, if Crayola could capture it in a crayon, I'd buy every single box until I had a lifetime supply. And her lips. God, I wanted to profess how, ever since that day in biology, her lips had had me transfixed and I wanted nothing more than a taste. I hadn't cared that there was dead frog cut open and splayed out on the table. The way she'd sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, gasping and cursing as she'd drawn blood, had thrown all my disgust over the frog out the window. All I could see was her. All I wanted was her.

I wanted to tell her all of that.

But I didn't, and I would regret it for the rest of the summer.

"Sierra—" I began to protest, but she cut me off, giving me a warm, watery smile.

"It's fine, Jeremy. I promise. I have no problem being the Tod to your Copper. Or the Joey to your Dawson. That's who I am." She hesitated for a moment. "That's who I'll always be. You're my best friend, Jeremy. It's okay that you don't see my boobs. Hell, it's probably better that way."

My stomach plummeted, and if I was man enough to admit it, my eyes burned with an unexpected rush of tears. I stepped out of the sight so she couldn't see me. She misinterpreted the move, but before I could find a single ounce of courage, she was waving goodbye and running into her house, leaving me there to watch her go.

Something I never wanted to do again.

It wasn't until after Sierra had left for Ohio and I'd had a chance to reflect on her words that I realized what she'd said. Dawson and Joey, as of right then, weren't even speaking. Copper and Tod had gone their separate ways, and even though their friendship remained, they were still apart for the rest of their lives.

I didn't want to be Copper anymore. I sure as hell didn't want to be Dawson.

But it was too late. I'd lost my chance. I'd missed my window. Sierra was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Jenna was right.

I was an idiot.

I was unbelievable.

I was blind.

And, worst of all, I was alone.





✿ Playlist ✿







✿ The Series ✿


Ignite
Explosive #1
by
Tessa Teevan











❀ Buy Links ❀

✧ 99¢ ✧

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Incinerate
Explosive #2
by
Tessa Teevan











❀ Buy Links ❀

Amazon US








Inflame
Explosive #3
by
Tessa Teevan











❀ Buy Links ❀

Amazon US








Intoxicate
Explosive #4
by
Tessa Teevan











❀ Buy Links ❀

Amazon US








Fusion
Explosive #5
by
Tessa Teevan











❀ Buy Links ❀

Amazon US








✿ The Author ✿


I'm a twenty something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are my teams! I work for the government during the day, hang out with Air National Guard on the weekends, and have been married to my own book boyfriend for over seven years. We currently live right outside of Dayton, OH with our two cats.

If I’m not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find me curled up with my Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. I love my sports almost as much as I love my books. My other obsessions include red wine, country music, and all things Grace Potter.



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