terça-feira, 15 de setembro de 2015

♡ Blog Tour ♡ No Magic Moment (Secrets of Stone #4) by Angel Payne & Victoria Blue‏ @AngelPayneWrtr @MissVictoriaBlu @onceuponanalpha

No Magic Moment
Secrets of Stone #4
Angel Payne & Victoria Blue‏


My name is Margaux Asher - and I'm in love.

Crazy, right? Me, the girl who grew up in the lap of luxury and the shadow of cynicism, is now head-over-heels for an apple farmer's son who rocks my world and steals my breath. He's seen the woman beneath the princess, and loves me - for me. Trouble is... he wants all of me. But how can I commit that to him if I don't know what "me" is?

There are pieces missing - and not just mine. Until Michael opens up and shares all of himself, we're a great opening explosion, but not a lasting magic tale.

Don't look at the man behind the curtain...

My name is Michael Pearson - and I'm in love.

Margaux is the fire of my dreams, the fulfillment of my fantasies, and the woman who's asked the impossible. When your past has been hell, how is it possible to walk through it again? But fighting it isn't an option - especially when the ghosts rise up and battle back.

Especially when fate issues an ultimatum: battle back, or lose her forever.

Can I do it? Is love enough to change a person's soul, or will our magic become a forgotten moment for us both?

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I did take a couple of sharpened pencils — brand new number twos — and lay them end-to-end in the well on the desk's top. Like any good student, I sat up straight with my hands folded in front of me. The only thing out of place was my exaggerated gum chewing. It lent to the bit but also helped with my nervousness.

Keys jangled in the hall.

My heartbeat skidded in my chest.

Show time.

I tried to call the circus in my stomach to rest. Would he play along with me? I was almost certain he would... but how far? In what direction?

Uncertainty assaulted me.

A simple question had never turned me on more.

The door swung open. I looked up, brandishing a cheeky grin. Blew a big pink bubble out of my mouth with a long hiss.


I sucked the gum back in and kept chewing, adding a little wink. Getting deeper into character helped keep the circus under control — especially after I took in my man from head to toe. He'd worn one of his sharpest suits today, nearly-black navy that was perfectly fitted to every lean, muscled inch of him. Finishing the look was a burgundy tie, a color he turned into a power look with the force of his presence alone.

I really loved that suit on him.

Inside ten seconds, I squirmed in the seat. Wet for him. Wanting him.

"Well, what do we have here?" His sensual growl moved through me while he shucked his jacket and slid his briefcase onto the island in the kitchen, right next to the wooden ruler. Though I had a blind spot due to my lower level at the desk, I sensed he stashed the ruler in his back pocket. I'd find out for sure if I pushed him far enough... and earned a punishment.

Oh, it was on.

"Hi there." I blew another bubble. Smaller this time. Popped it with my teeth and sucked it back in. Michael watched every movement with darkening eyes — and, I observed as he walked out from the kitchen, a hardening crotch. Oh, yes. I grinned a little wider.

"Hello there." He started unbuttoning his sleeves. Rolled them both to his elbows. Oh hell, yes. "What's going on?"

"I've come for detention — just like the slip said, Headmaster." I chewed loudly but added in a mumble, "Although I didn't expect the proctor to be late."

He lifted both hands to his waist. "What did you just say, Miss Asher?"

His snarl was terrifying — and so fucking hot. He'd taken the bait and jumped right into character — as I'd known he would, deep in my heart. Never letting me down.

I loved this man so much.

"Nothing." I snapped it breezily, diving deeper into my own persona. "Nothing at all."

"Perhaps you meant 'nothing, Sir'?"

I gave him an exaggerated blink through my heavily coated lashes. "Of course. Nothing, Sir."

He prowled closer. I smiled bigger. Holy crap, he was good. So damn good.

"Miss Asher, I've been seeing a lot of you lately. Your behavior is getting out of hand. It's possible some corrective action is necessary at this point."

I gasped and worried my lips together. "No! Please, Headmaster. I promise, I promise I’ll be good."

"That's what you said last time, young lady."

"But I mean it this time. I do. Really."

"So tell me, why were you sent to my office? Exactly?" He eyed me carefully. I picked up the vibe instantly. He played along while trying to understand what I wanted out of all this. While we'd talked about the fantasy, we hadn't exactly discussed a line-by-line. Really, I could never let this man go. He was clever enough and brave enough to go toe-to-toe with me on every level.

I blew another bubble for dramatic effect. Michael sighed, giving it equal weight. "Give me the gum, Miss Asher. You know it's against school policy, and it's unladylike to be chewing it in front of me."

I slid another glance up at him. "You gonna make me?"

He walked back to the counter, grabbed a tissue from the box on it, then paced back over to cup it in front of my mouth.

"Spit it out."


"Do not defy me. It will only make things worse for you. It's a disgusting habit anyway." He pressed his other hand against the side of my face. "There are much better uses for that pretty little mouth."

No Prince Charming
Secrets of Stone #1
Angel Payne & Victoria Blue‏

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No More Masquerade
Secrets of Stone #2
Angel Payne & Victoria Blue‏

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No Perfect Princess
Secrets of Stone #3
Angel Payne & Victoria Blue‏

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❖ Angel Payne ❖

Hi there. I'm Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover.

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A bit about me...

I've been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances - the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed - though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets... backstage passes... that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry.

These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.

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❖ Victoria Blue ❖

Victoria Blue lives in her own portion of the galaxy known as Southern California. There she finds the love and life sustaining power of one amazing sun, two unique and awe inspiring planets and three indifferent, yet comforting moons. Life is fantastic and challenging and everyday brings new adventures to be discovered. She looks forward to seeing what's next!

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♡ Release Day Launch ♡ Dirty Promises (Dirty Angels #3) by Karina Halle @MetalBlonde @InkSlingerpPR

Dirty Promises
Dirty Angels #3
Karina Halle

✾ Synopsis ✾

Blood. Sex. Revenge.
Being king comes at a brutal price.

Drug lord Javier Bernal has sliced and diced his way to the top of the Mexican drug trade, presiding over the country's largest cartel. But his rise to power comes at a brutal price: the death of his sister, Alana. Devastated and wracked with guilt, he turns away from his new wife, Luisa, forcing their marriage into a steady decline. But it isn't until she's pushed into the waiting arms of Esteban Mendoza, his right-hand man, that Javier realizes everything he's lost.
And it isn't until he learns the truth about Alana, that he realizes everything there is to gain.
Blood will spill.
Cities will burn.
Heads will roll.
Because Javier will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.
And what he wants is raw, ruthless revenge.

Dirty Promises is the third and final book in the Dirty Angels Trilogy. While the other two books - Dirty Angels and Dirty Deeds - can be read as standalones, it is recommended you read at least Dirty Angels before reading Dirty Promises.

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My gun began to feel heavy in my hands. I needed to use it, and soon.

Light was seeping in underneath the door, so I pushed my goggles up on my head and slowly pushed it open.

The kitchen was empty, and the only light came from above the stove. The fridge hummed and the house was silent except for muffled laughter coming from down the hall.

A terrible scream splintered the room.

A man's scream.

Had the ambush already begun?

I exchanged a worried glance with Diego as we heard doors further down the hall being flung open. Footsteps.

People ran past the kitchen, heading up the stairs toward the scream, not bothering to look our way.

All of them except for Juanito, that was.

He stopped dead in his tracks at the archway, staring at us like we were ghosts. I couldn't help but grin.

He snapped out of it, reaching for his gun, but mine was already aimed at him. I shot him in the kneecaps, both of them, just as his gun fired, bullets cracking the ceiling.

Then, as if on cue, all of the outside erupted in gunfire. The sound shook the walls, and through the rattling windows bursts of light filled the sky. My army was here.

I ran over to Juanito who was screaming in pain, and picked him up by the collar, shaking him.

"All right you little fuckface," I sneered at him, trying to fight the urge to strangle the fucking life out of him. "Tell me where Esteban is and I'll make your death painless. Don't tell me and I'll break your bones with a hammer. Which one is it?"

His screaming wouldn't stop. I shook him again. "You can't protect him now. You'll never fucking walk again and he sure as hell won't give two fucks about a pathetic piece of garbage like you. So talk."

But before he could, Diego was calling out my name. I let go of Juanito, rolling over him just in time as the air above me burned with bullets. Diego fired back at the assailants, and I kept rolling until I was behind the kitchen island. I quickly reached for the grenade which I knew could take out enough of them without damaging the structural integrity of the house, and tossed it out of the kitchen. It rolled down the hallway.

They yelled at each other to move but it was too late. I pressed my hands over my ears as the blast went off.

"Jesus, Javi," Diego swore as pieces of plaster rained down on him. "You haven't even moved back in yet."

I didn't care if it was sloppier than my usual methods — it was efficient. I scrambled to my feet and stared at the wreckage. There was a ragged hole in the wall, smoke and flames licking the edge.

I shrugged. "I wanted to open up that room anyway."

Miraculously, or something of that nature, Juanito was still alive, holding on to his bleeding and blasted knees as he writhed on the floor.

He was missing half his face though, so it wasn't like he escaped the explosion unscathed. He was very scathed and crawling for freedom.

I covered my nose and mouth with the crook of my elbow and walked into the smoke, letting it wash over me. Juanito looked up at me with what was left of him, begging for mercy with an outstretched hand.

I stepped on his hand instead, crunching the bones beneath my boot.

"That was for my sister," I seethed. "I know you intercepted her call when she was calling me for help."

"Javier, we have to go," Diego said, coughing and coming over to stop me. A war was raging around me, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was an eye for an eye.

This time I stomped on Juanito's arm, driving it in with all my might, like I was squashing a cockroach, until I felt it break beneath me.

He screamed.

I smiled.

But I was the furthest thing from happy.

And Juanito couldn't even speak at this point. His mouth was a flap of burning skin, covering a gaping hole. He was useless.

I slid the hunter's knife out of its sheath, and with one swift motion, stabbed it downward into the top of his skull.

The screaming stopped.

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Dirty Angels
Dirty Angels #1
Karina Halle

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Dirty Deeds
Dirty Angels #2
Karina Halle

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Dirty Promises
Dirty Angels #3
Karina Halle

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Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of Where Sea Meets Sky, Racing the Sun, The Pact, Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, Dirty Angels and over 20 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.

Halle is represented by the Waxman Leavell Agency and is both self-published and published by Atria Books/Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.

Hit her up on Instagram, on Twitter and on Facebook. You can also visit her website and sign up for the newsletter for news, excerpts, previews, private book signing sales and more.

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♡ Release Day ♡ Screwed by Kendall Ryan @KendallRyan1 @InkSlingerPR

Kendall Ryan

Release Date: September 15th 2015

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I have one rule: Don’t shit where you eat.

Several of the women in the condo complex I own would love some one-on-one playtime, and why wouldn’t they? I’m young, fit, attractive, and loaded. Not to mention I’m packing a sizable bulge below the belt. It’s a combination that drops panties on a regular basis.

Yay, me, right?

But my cock, troublemaker that he is, has been confined to my trousers by my business partner. A concession I agreed to, and one that’s never been hard to enforce until Emery moves in across the hall. She’s smart, young, determined, and sexy as hell. I want a taste. I won’t stop until I’m buried deep inside the succulent new-in-town brunette.

After being warned about my past, she does her best to steer clear, but I’m about to show her that underneath it all, I’m a guy with a heart of gold and a cock of steel.

My name is Hayden Oliver, and this is my story.

SCREWED is standalone romantic comedy by New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Kendall Ryan.

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Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.

She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.

Visit her website for the latest book news, and fun extras.

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♡ Song of The Week ♡ Re-Tratamento by Da Weasel

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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Clutch (Disciples' Daughters #1) by Drew Elyse @drewelyseauthor @BTSPromosPR

Disciples' Daughters #1
Drew Elyse

Release Date: September 15, 2015

Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance

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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

Cami was born into the Savage Disciples MC, but she ventured out to build a life of her own away from the club. She’s engaged now, living a new life despite missing the bikers that raised her. Overall, she’s… fine.

Sure, fine. She’s fine with the fiancé who is more interested in position and image than the woman in his life. She’s fine with the fake people around and the suffocating passive aggression. She’s fine with the fact that she is turning to drugs to self-medicate.

A Disciple will fight like a savage for what he wants. When Gauge tags along to visit his club brother’s daughter, he can’t believe the two women he meets: the fiery daughter of a biker and the puppet with the blank affect. And yet, they’re both Cami.

He sees the fire beneath surface, and he wants to watch it burn. He wants to rip away the man smothering her like a wet blanket. He wants to see the flames consume that cookie-cutter future-wife facade to the ground and dance with her in the flames.

When this biker clutches onto a Disciple’s daughter, there is no letting go.

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Speaking of Tank, he and the rest of the boys would be back within the hour, which meant there was probably going to be a reasonable amount of awkward around the clubhouse for a while. Sure, I’d gotten the man’s permission to go after his daughter, but approving the concept and seeing the result weren’t exactly the same thing.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing?”

Speak of the devil. Cami strode into the main area of the clubhouse in a pair of tiny cut-off shorts and the Disciples’ Supporter tank she’d been wearing when I got back from Sturgis. Damn, she looked fucking good. So good, I wanted to drag her back into my room, strip everything but that tank top off, and take her. She moved to sit next to me on the couch, but I reached out and grabbed her hips to settle her onto my lap.

“Love this shirt, babe. We’ll have to get you some more,” I told her.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips while I stroked her exposed thighs. “Glad you like it,” she said, but I muffled the end of it when I chased after her sweet lips.

“You two oughta knock that shit off before Tank gets back,” Daz warned as he sat on one of the nearby couches.

I flipped him my middle finger, trying to hold Cami still as she pulled away. “You aren’t going anywhere,” I growled. Then, I looked around her. “As for you, asshole, she’s my old lady. I can do as I fuckin’ want.”

“All you fuckers with your old ladies. Why shackle yourself when there’s so much sweet pussy out there?” Daz kicked back and grinned like he was imagining some of that pussy getting busy with him right there.

“I’ll ignore the inherent insult in that,” Cami sassed.

“No insult meant, Cam,” he shot back. “I’d gladly see how sweet you are, but I ain’t gonna keep sampling the same dish when there’s a whole buffet in front of me.”

I grabbed the nearest non-fragile item—a pillow from the end of the couch—and chucked it at him. “You talk about my woman’s pussy again, I’ll fuckin’ make you wish you were back in lockup.”

“And that,” Daz kept right on. “You spend too much time with the same pussy, you start to turn into one.”

I was about to shuffle Cami off my lap and show him just how much of a pussy I was when she spoke. “Hey, Daz?”

“What, babe?”

“When’s the last time you got laid?”

“Cami,” I interjected. I wasn’t liking where this conversation was headed. She shushed me.

“Last night,” he answered.

“Hmm,” she got a look on her face, like she was pondering. “Not bad. Gauge, baby, when’s the last time you got laid?”

I smirked. “You know the answer to that, darlin’.”

“You’re right.” She snapped her fingers like she just realized it, and I suppressed a chuckle. My woman was a goof ball, and it was fucking adorable. “It was this morning. Once when we woke up, and then again in the shower. Not to mention, everything last night. Wow. So, since the last time Daz got laid, we’ve probably had sex…what? Four, maybe five times?”

Daz laughed and shook his head. “Your woman’s a fucking smart ass.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Cami feigned being affronted. “I was simply trying to consider the validity of Daz’s argument,” she snapped.

“Were you on the debate team in high school?” I asked.

“No,” she stated emphatically, then backtracked, “not for long, anyway.”


“I might have been asked to quit because of my ‘over-competitiveness’, ‘short temper’, and ‘inability to allow others to finish their arguments’. I mean, excuse me for not wanting to lose because Jerry Simmons’ talking points were always terrible and unsubstantiated. There was a reason he didn’t get into law school.”

Daz and I laughed before he said, “Don’t worry, you can start any spirited debate you want. I’ve got another we can tackle. Anal or vagin—”

“Alright, brother, you’re fuckin’ done,” I cut him off.

“Buzzkill,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “That’s alright. I’m going to find one of the girls and get her to make me a sandwich.”

“Seriously?” Cami called at his retreating back.

“Hey, I’m all about feminism. Especially a woman’s right to choose whatever lifestyle she wants. Particularly if that lifestyle involves her making me a fucking sandwich,” he shot back as he left.

“So you know,” Cami started, but I jumped in.

“You aren’t going to make me a sandwich on command?”

“Nope. I cook. I’ll make you pancakes, cupcakes—”

“Anything that’s not a cake?”

She gave me a glare. “I can cook most things relatively well. But if you want a sandwich, I think you’re solidly capable of that on your own.”

“Guess I’ll be cutting sandwiches out of my diet.”

She rolled her eyes. asshole.”

✿ The Author ✿

Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels.

When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.

A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.

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