segunda-feira, 30 de novembro de 2015

♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Nico (Heartbreaker #2) by Evan Grace @Evan76Grace @EJBookPromos




Nico
Heartbreaker #2
by
Evan Grace

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 24, 2015

Publisher: Limitless Publishing







Jill Swanson has loved Nico Bianchi since she was eighteen, but how much heartbreak can one woman take before she's utterly broken?

After a tough year and half Jill's main focus is on raising her infant daughter and doing the best that she can with her situation. When a call from Nico's mother sends Jill and her daughter to Perugia, Umbria. Jill's faced with the one man that shattered her heart and left her a changed woman.

She didn't expect to still have feelings for him but now her main focus was being there for his mom and letting him get to know his child.

Nico Bianchi spent ten years sabotaging his own happiness out of fear that history would have a way of repeating itself.

Now sober and healthier than ever he's ready to fight for his family. But just when he's finally gotten through to Jill, ghosts from the past reappear and test his sobriety, threatening to ruin his new life. If he sabotages things again he knows, he will lose his family for good this time.

Are soul-mates destined to be together?

Jill wants more than anything to believe that she and her daughter are finally going to get their happily ever after. But with Nico's past coming back to haunt him, she come face to face with the reality that no matter how strong her love is for him, it might not be strong enough... and she may just lose him forever.

Will Nico finally rid himself of the demons that haunt him once and for all?

Or will Jill have to walk away to protect herself... and their child?

















Chapter One

Jill

"Should we give him more time?" Dr. Franklin asks me and all I can do is shake my head, no. Nico Bianchi has let me down again. I don't know why I keep giving him chance after chance because all he's been is a no-show. Oh, he's come to a couple of appointments but he seemed about as uninterested as a person could get. He tells me he loves me and that he wants this baby, but his actions prove otherwise. I know he's still using whatever drugs he's been taking and drinking all of the time. The multiple slutbags he's been hanging out with doesn't help either.

I guess it makes me glad that I had already stopped sleeping with him when his behavior turned more erratic. Who knows what type of STD's he's got. I was truly hoping that he'd change for us, but instead he's gotten worse.

Today I'm finding to find out the sex of the baby. At my twenty week ultrasound the baby kept his or her legs crossed and wouldn't show us and since I'm measuring big they want to do another ultrasound today.

"Okay since we're not waiting let's get started." I lie back on the table and pull up my shirt. Dr. Franklin tucks a paper drape into the top of my jeans. She squirts some of that warm jelly onto my belly and grabs the wand thingy. "Let's hope this little one cooperates with us today." As soon as my baby's image appears on the screen I feel the tears build in my eyes. I still can't believe I have a little human growing inside of me. The doctor tells me everything that she sees and my heart swells knowing that my baby is looking good. "Oh my. This little one is finally working with us. It appears you're having a little girl."

I begin to cry happy tears. I'm having a little girl. My life will soon be dresses, baby dolls and shoes. "That's great." I whisper. My voice sounds hoarse from the tears I'm shedding.

After my checkup she lets me know that when I enter my eighth month next month that I will start coming in every two weeks. She tells me to continue normal activity for now, but if I have any tightening in my belly or begin to spot that I need to start slowing down. I tell her goodbye and stop at the front desk to schedule my next visit.

When I step outside I make my way to my car and climb inside. I blast the heat and try to warm myself up. While I wait I pull out my phone and send Nico a text.

Where were you? You missed ANOTHER appointment.

I pull out of the parking lot and decide to stop by Nico's condo. I'll show him the pictures and tell him what we're having and he'll probably act like he doesn't care as usual. When I reach his condo I see another car sitting in the driveway and my stomach starts to turn. I get out and make my way to the front door. I knock and ring the bell but he doesn't answer. I have a key, but normally I don't use it. Well, today that changes. I'm tired of him hurting me over and over. I feel like I've become pathetic because I always forgive him. I always give him another chance.

I stick my key into the lock, turn it and then push open the door. The place is a mess. There are bottles everywhere. Vodka, Tequila and beer bottles litter the coffee table, the end tables and every other available space. I walk through the living room and make my way down the hall to his room. My stomach turns violently as I notice women's clothing scattered all over the floor and ending at Nico's door.
















Gabe
Heartbreaker #1
by
Evan Grace

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 18, 2015







Jasmine Nichols is a control freak.

When she graduates from college as valedictorian with a degree in social services, her friend and mentor Jill Swanson offers her a job, but with one condition. She has to take two weeks off and just have fun. Taking the instructions to heart, Jasmine goes to a club called Debauchery and has a sizzling encounter with a sexy stranger.

Ex-pro football player Gabriel Johnson is done playing the field.

Gabe is tired of meaningless relationships, but when he meets a mysterious, beautiful, blue-eyed blonde at Debauchery and the chemistry is undeniable, he knows he's finally found the one. What he didn't expect was for her to freak out and run off.

Jasmine thought she made a clean getaway, so needless to say, she’s shocked when she finds herself face to face with the hot guy from the club once again.

He's Jill's. Half. Brother.

Gabe wants to pick up right where they left off and doesn't waste any time convincing her. Jasmine's blown away by the intensity of their relationship. How can she control something that makes her feel so wild and uninhibited?

But Jasmine can't handle the pressure.

First, she's confronted with old insecurities. Then suddenly, her brother has a secret he'll only share with Gabe, the father who abandoned her shows up — at Gabe's instigation — and a professional tragedy is the last straw.

What happens when it all falls apart?
Is being with Gabe more than she can handle?

















A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.















♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Lucky Penny by L.A. Cotton @authorlacotton @givemebooksblog




Lucky Penny
by
L.A. Cotton

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 30, 2015





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I was his lucky Penny. He was my light in the dark, hope in despair. Our bond was one of survival, friendship... first love.

But then we were ripped apart and Blake Weston became the memory I turned to when everything else in my life fell apart.

Seven years later, a summer working at Camp Chance is supposed to be my fresh start. Beautiful scenery and the chance to better the lives of foster children - kids like me. But when my eyes land on him across the fire, time stands still and feelings come rushing back to the surface. I thought I'd moved on, tucked him away in my heart. One look into his soulful blue eyes and I know I'm wrong. Blake Weston can heal the broken parts of me. Restore my hope. Love me.

It's our second chance. A sign we are supposed to be together.

Isn't it?

I was twelve when I survived the accident that killed my parents. Fourteen when I survived the devil. And sixteen, when I survived a heartbreak of the worst kind.

But in my twenty-three years, Blake Weston might just be the first thing I won't survive.










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Marissa didn't follow me. It was most likely she had pieced together our story after Blake's song. How could she not? It was as if he had weaved our entire relationship into his lyrics. I could feel his sixteen-year-old self singing every line to my sixteen-year-old self. Although, I was pretty certain the sixteen-year-old Blake I'd known then had no clue how to play the guitar.

After washing the tearstains from my face, I brushed my teeth. It was still early, but I couldn't face going back out there, so I changed into my shorts and tank top and climbed into bed. Sleep would be impossible, but at least here, I was safe.

Most people felt lonely in solitude, but I welcomed the silence. I embraced it even. Something about the quiet, the knowledge no one else was around, comforted me. I knew it made me different. I didn't need a shrink to tell me that, but it didn’t change the fact that I found sanctuary in being alone.

I lay there not really allowing myself to think. Thinking was dangerous; it led to remembering, and my memories were stained with pain and hurt and the kinds of things that made most people's nightmares look like a walk in the park. Instead, I tracked the uneven cabin ceiling. My eyes followed the planes of the wood from one end to the other and back again until they grew heavy.

A knock on the door startled me sending my already restless heart into overdrive and I rubbed at my eyes.

"Hello?" I called out hoping to hear Marissa's voice, but I knew it wasn't her. She wouldn't have knocked; she would have barged right in and demanded answers.

"Penny, it's me."

I squeezed my eyes shut, but my mind betrayed me as an image of Blake's face filled my head.

Another knock.

"Penny."

Forcing myself to sit up, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. He wasn't going away. Blake — our connection — was something I was going to have to deal with sooner or later, and from Blake's admissions over the last few days, it seemed that he was making the decision for me.

My legs were like lead as I walked to the door. It swung open and Blake stood there looking at me with such reverence in his eyes I almost crumpled. Maybe I did crumple because, before my head had time to process what was happening, I was in Blake's arms, and he was holding on to me like he needed me to breathe.

"I've missed you so much. I've tried to stay away, to give you space, but I can't. I can't spend another day feeling like you might slip through my fingers again."

One of Blake's hands buried itself in my hair and cradled my head holding me to him. My face pressed up against the collar of his hoodie, and I breathed him in. He smelled familiar, like damp grass and fresh air, of a time when things were less complicated, and my heart ached for us. At that moment, we weren't two strangers reunited by chance; we were sixteen-year-old Blake and Penny.

And we needed each other to survive.





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Contemporary romance and romantic suspense

...written with feeling

L.A is author of the Fate's Love Series and Chastity Falls Series. Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with writing. In her spare time (and when she's not camped out in front of the laptop) you'll most likely find L.A. immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.



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domingo, 29 de novembro de 2015

♡ Book Tour + #Giveaway ♡ All That's Left to Hold Onto by Ella Fox @authorellafox @RSofRomance




Letting go is all Ronan's ever known.
Will he realize a life with Keely is something
he should hold onto at any cost?

Find out in All That's Left to Hold Onto by Ella Fox!

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All That's Left to Hold Onto
by
Ella Fox

Release Date: November 24th 2015





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When Ronan Sharpe unexpectedly left Colorado for parts unknown, he took a piece of Keely Carmichael's heart with him.

After leaving his hellish roots behind him, Ronan found contentment when he started over. Thoughts of the past had been pushed down for so long; he hardly thought about it at all.

He intended to keep it that way.

When unexpected circumstances force Ronan to return to Colorado, the Keely he finds is no longer the adolescent girl he remembered. Torn between desire and fear, Ronan struggles with his feelings for Keely and his need to escape the town that scarred him so deeply years ago.

Letting go is all Ronan's ever known. Will he realize a life with Keely is something he should hold onto at any cost?












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PROLOGUE


There were nasty looking bruises on his cheek and jaw, his lip was swollen and his knuckles were scraped and bloody. The instant I got a good look at his face I knew something was horribly wrong. It only went downhill from there.

My attempts to contain my panic weren't working. Choking back a sob I blubbered, "Why do you have to go?"

The anger was all but pouring off of him. Not toward me — he'd never once been angry with me. I knew anger though, and it was more than obvious he was furious about something. A permanent grimace seemed to have set up camp on his face. For him, it was highly unusual. Even in the toughest of times, he kept his cool.

Suddenly, he wasn't calm at all. He was angrier than I'd ever seen him. It was obvious he'd been in a fight, but it didn't change his status as the most attractive guy alive, in my opinion.

I saw his jaw clenching and unclenching which I figured meant he was trying to control himself.

"Because this piece of shit town is like a fucking cancer," he spat. "I'm so done with the crazy assholes around here. People like us aren't normal — we're the freaks for trying to be good people."

I didn't know how to argue with his words. He wasn't wrong — there was a lot wrong with many of the people in our town. Most of the crazy people were either my family members or his. I knew it and so did he. There wasn't a response to erase the reality of the kind of people we dealt with.

"Are you going alone?"

His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he nodded stiffly. "Yes."

"Even though you live with—"

His hand shot up into a stop gesture to keep me from finishing the sentence.

"Don't say her fucking name. If I never hear it again, it'll be too soon. I don't live with that crazy bitch anymore."

I couldn't stand her so it wasn't like I was going to push. She was an evil troll. If he had to go, I was glad he wasn't taking her with him. It would've made me ill. She pretended to be sweetness and light when he was around but it was nothing but a charade. She was terrible. I was glad he wasn't taking her, but the fact he wouldn't say her name told me his leaving was somehow her responsibility. I hated her more than ever.

"Where will you go?"

He gestured back over his shoulder toward the street with his thumb.

"Wherever my car takes me once I pull out," he said.

I couldn't imagine life without him, nor did I want to. Not only had he been my crush for as long as I could remember, he was the only person who ever really listened to me.

"Will you ever visit?" I asked hopefully.

He was shaking his head in the negative before I'd even fully finished asking the question. I knew he wouldn't. The bone-deep hatred he had for everything about where we lived was stamped all over his face. I wanted so badly to know what, exactly, had sent him over the edge, but when I asked, he'd refused to tell me.

It sucked being fourteen because he treated me like a kid. My age said I was a child, but I was so different than any of my peers it wasn't even funny. Because of this, they teased me often, referring to me as Granny Carmichael. I hated it. It wasn't as though I'd had a choice. My childhood was over the moment my mother got sick.

His expression softened when he looked me over. "You need to get back inside before you get pneumonia."

The frigid Colorado air wasn't even making an impression on me until he pointed it out. I realized my tears were leaving cold trails on my face, but I couldn't walk away. All I cared about was how much I didn't want him to leave.

"I don't care about the cold or getting pneumonia. I don't want you to go!" I cried anxiously.

He hugged me then, his strong arms wrapping around me to give comfort. I hadn't hugged him since I'd been much younger — probably five or six. Those hugs had mostly involved me wrapping myself around one of his legs. This was different. I wrapped my arms tight around him and cried against his chest, holding on for as long as he allowed me to.

"I'm sorry," he said as he ended the embrace and stepped back. "I have to leave."

Knowing my denial and resistance weren't going to make any difference, I swiped at my tears as I nodded.

"I'll miss you," I said on a choked sob. "Take care of yourself."

"I'll miss you too," he replied softly. "You're one of the few good people here."

My heart galloped in my chest. I loved him for saying what he did — but hated that it came at such a horrible price. Losing him was unbearable.

He turned as if to leave, then stopped. Spinning back my way, he stared at me intently for a few moments before he spoke again.

"You're so much better than any of these people. Don't ever let them change who you are. The world needs a lot more you and a lot less them. No matter what anyone tells you — you're perfect. Got it?"

I nodded as I wiped at the tears running unchecked down my face.

He hugged me again, very briefly. My heart skipped a few beats when he dropped a kiss on top of my head.

"Don't ever forget your worth — not even for a minute," he murmured.

When he let go, he said nothing else. He just turned and walked to his car. As he went, the chill in the air suddenly took hold of me. Hugging my arms around myself, I watched as he got into the car, turned it on and then pulled out of my driveway. He looked at me one last time before putting his hand up in a goodbye gesture. I did the same. A few seconds passed before he put the car in drive then sped off into the night.

I stayed outside for two or three minutes, hoping against hope he would change his mind and come back.

He didn't.

Hours later when I got into bed, I prayed fate would bring him back one day. I said the same prayer most nights for a long, long time. Eventually I had no choice but to accept reality.

Hell would freeze over before he returned.





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Ella Fox writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance! She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

When she's not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures... not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.



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