sexta-feira, 4 de setembro de 2015

♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Ready to Love (A Damaged Hearts Novel #1) by Franca Storm @FrancaStorm @IndieSagePromo

Ready to Love
A Damaged Hearts Novel #1
Franca Storm

Publication Date: August 10, 2015

Genres: Contemporary, Romance

✾ Synopsis ✾

She is the one woman who is always off limits...

College rocker and infamous playboy, John Kingston, has screwed his way through most of the women on campus. But there's one woman he will never touch: his best friend and band mate, Nicki. For four years, he's been her protector and her confidant.

When arrogant frat guy, Axel, attempts to make a claim on her, John suffers a painful wakeup call, quickly realizing that his feelings for Nicki are not purely platonic. Recognizing that Axel's intentions are anything but innocent, John's possessiveness spirals out of control, sparking a dangerous feud.

Nicola Lewis can't bear to be touched. Haunted by an awful past that she has been unable to escape, she has kept her distance from the opposite sex. And she's been just fine living her life that way: safe and uncomplicated with no chance of getting hurt again.

Until an unexpected kiss changes everything...

But John and Nicki must decide whether the burgeoning desire between them is worth the risk. Is this a case of love conquers all, or a huge mistake that could destroy everything?

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✿ Excerpt ✿

My eyes snap open and I wake up to darkness. I know something must've woken me up. I don't wake up randomly during the night. I'm a heavy, deep sleeper.

It takes me a moment to get a handle on my surroundings.

"Hey," a voice murmurs suddenly.

Oh shit. I almost jump out of my skin as I see Nicki sitting there at the foot of my bed.

"What are you doing here? Are you competing for creeper of the year, because you have my vote? Shit."

"Mitch let me in. I knocked several times, but you didn't answer."

Mitch? Great security, buddy. We're gonna discuss that bullshit. "I'm tired."

I can tell by the look on her face that she's here to talk. Screw that. I said my peace earlier. There's nothing left to say. I was right the first time; keeping it casual is the saner way to live.

She slides off the bed but she doesn't make any move to leave. My eyes have now adjusted to the dark and I can clearly see that she's standing there in a black silk robe that falls just above her knees. The belt is loose and I can make out the outline of her tits. My dick responds immediately and I shift in the bed and adjust the covers.


She cuts me off by leaning into me and pressing her finger to my lips.

"I know you don't believe me, but I wasn't manipulating you. I would never do that. I didn’t answer you at the ravine, because I was embarrassed, I guess. I'm not as comfortable talking about stuff like that as you are. I didn't know... I don't know how to do these things, John. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

I bat her hand away from my mouth. "You should go. Give me a couple of days and things will be back to normal with us."

She shakes her head. "I can prove it to you."

"Prove what?"

"That it's not what you think between us... that it is more to me."

"Just forget it."

She doesn't listen. Instead, she climbs onto the bed — onto me.

She's straddling me. Shit. I don't think my dick can take this.

"The way I figure it, the only way to prove it is for us to... do it... and for you to see that I'm not gonna be going anywhere afterwards."

"No," I say, shaking my head.


"I need you to go. Now. Leave."


I grip her waist to lift her off me. "Point of no return, remember? This is it."

Before I can lift her off me, she unties the belt of her robe and pushes it off her shoulders.

Fuck me; the robe is all she was wearing.

My eyes sweep over her naked body, taking in every delicious inch of her. Her tits would bring any man to his knees; full and perky. My gaze dips lower to her tight stomach, her tiny hips, her sexy thighs. I linger between her legs for a few seconds as memories of tasting that sweet pussy of hers run through my head, teasing me, tempting me.

I actually manage to think without interference from my dick for a second and irritation rises within me. She keeps putting me in no-win situations. She keeps tempting me, knowing I can't go over the line. And my patience is at an end now. Stripping in front of me like this grates on my last nerve. I'm not superhuman.

So, before I can stop myself, I've wrestled her beneath me and I'm snarling down at her.

"You want my cock, Nicki? You wanna be fucked? You've been toying with me, pushing me with that hot little body of yours. Now, I'm gonna take you long and hard. Is that what you want? For me to treat you like just another girl? Another meaningless fuck? Is it?"

"Okay," she gasps.

What? What did she just say? I look down at her. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and something else... fear or wonder? I can't tell. She's breathing in short rapid bursts. But she makes absolutely no move to stop me, to push me off her. It throws me, because that's what I'd expected her to do; what I'd been counting on.

"John?" she whispers, hesitantly.

"Yeah, baby?" I manage to choke out, completely stunned by her shocking vulnerability.

"Do it," she tells me.

Fucking hell. Right then, all my irritation and frustration leaves me. All I can see is her lying beneath me, wanting me, trusting me.

I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear.

She seems put off when I don't say anything and just continue to stare at her, probably assuming that I'm gonna turn her away again.

"I want to do this," she says.

I lean down and kiss her softly. She gasps as I deepen it, claiming her mouth. She trembles beneath me and I feel her hands on me, hesitantly stroking my arms. They move away quickly — awkwardly — and I realize she can't decide what to do with them.

Smiling, I grasp them gently and tell her, "There's no wrong way to touch me. Anything you do gets me going, baby. Feel, don't think."

She nods. "Okay."

I chuckle. "Good." I lick my way down her neck, along her collarbone, to her right tit. She gasps as I draw slow circles around her nipple while my hands sweep over her stomach, her hips, her sides. By the time I treat her left tit to the same teasing torture, she's writhing beneath me and moaning quietly. Quietly? We'll see about that.

✿ The Author ✿

Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!

Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She's got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.

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♡ Release Blitz ♡ Charlie Foxtrot (Code 11 KPD SWAT #5) by Lani Lynn Vale @LaniLynnVale @EJBookPromos

Charlie Foxtrot
Code 11 KPD SWAT #5
Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: September 3, 2015

Foster made a promise in his hospital bed when his leg was taken from him that he'd get back to one hundred percent. Leg or no leg, he'd get back on the SWAT team if it killed him.

And he does get back. But he has a problem.

He can't let go of the past.

The anger burns deep, making his emotions volatile at the best of times.

Then he meets Blake with her haughty attitude and inability to distinguish the difference between a pocket knife and a sword.

Little by little, she makes him whole again, one bad joke at a time.

She doesn't see the revenge in his eyes, though. Doesn't see the rage burning deep.

Rage so pure and all encompassing, that he knows it'll explode.

It's just a matter of time.

What Foster doesn't realize, though, is that the love that Blake has for him is enough to fight his demons, one kiss at a time.

Foster never stood a chance.

"I cannot believe you're making me do this, Uncle Darren. This is Missy's job. Seriously, I'm going to give every single one of your SWAT team food poisoning, and then where would you be?" that voice said.

The voice that gave me an instant hard on.

The voice that'd been teasing me for weeks over the airwaves.

The voice that I wanted screaming my name with me pounding her to oblivion.

"Missy gave you very detailed instructions. All you have to do is right here," Chief Rhodes said to Blake.

I'm glad that I never did anything with her... or to her, that would've brought his wrath down on my back.

It was a good thing to know. Considering it'd been in all my intentions to seduce her... and possibly keep her.

"Alright, I've got the biggest pot I could find, boiling with water. Now what?" she asked, running her finger over a piece of paper at her side.

I glanced at Chief Rhodes and nearly laughed when I saw him flipping through what looked like a Guns & Ammo Magazine.

He wasn't even paying the least bit of attention to her.

Leaning against the door jam, I continued to watch as she brought out a large paper bag that had 'Fisherman's Cove' on the side.

Peeking into the bag, she squeaked and stepped back, letting the bag drop to the floor.

"Oh, my God! They're all over the floor, Uncle Darren!" Blake squealed.

The Chief didn't even look up from his magazine.

"Pick them up," he said distractedly.

The lobsters, all fifteen of them, started crawling around the kitchen floor.

"Uncle Darren, you big bastard," Blake hissed.

The Chief smiled. "Did you read this article yet?"

"Which one? The one on the fifty caliber AR-15?" Blake gasped, stepping to the side of a crawling crustacean.

"That one. Do you see how far the shot knocks him back?" the Chief laughed.

"About as far as I'm going to knock you if you don't fucking help me," she growled, dancing on the tips of her toes and shaking her head.

I scanned her body, taking in everything in a glance.

Her hair was up in messy bun on top of her head, stray hairs falling out every which way.

She was wearing blue jean shorts that just barely covered her ass, and a white tank top that said, 'I make dirt look sexy'.

Her legs were long and toned.

They were deeply tanned, but you could tell that they were tan from being outside, and not a tanning bed.

She had a suntan line at her ankles from what looked like socks and shoes.

Her toes were painted a lime green, and she was wearing a pinky toe ring.

The whole outfit was outrageous, but it fit Blake's personality perfectly.

"Need help?" I rumbled from the doorway.

The Chief didn't look up, but Blake did.

And she looked stunned.

"What are you doing here so early? Dinner's not ready yet," she snapped.

I held my hands up.

"I'm here because I'm supposed to drop these off," I said, waving a stack of folders in her direction.

My eyes roamed the front of her, zeroing in on the way her pink and white bra straps showed from under her tank.

She narrowed her eyes, and effectively dismissed me by turning her back on me.

I guessed, though, that it was because she was hiding the way her nipples pebbled in reaction to my gaze.

Well, I'll take that as she was happy to see me.

The Chief finally stood and walked over to me, stepping over a lobster as he went. "You have one escaping into the kitchen," he said on his way out.

I followed him, smiling at the curse she tossed at his back.

"You're mean," I laughed.

The Chief looked over at me and winked. "She needs to be challenged sometimes. And she's stubborn as hell. If I hadn't given her something to do, she'd just be worrying."

I'm a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I've been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we've produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.