Broken Lives by Brenda Kennedy

1/30/2015

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TITLE : Broken Lives

AUTHOR : Brenda Kennedy

GENRE : Soft Romance

RELEASE DATE : February 1, 2015

Emma Greyson thought she had it all, until she was faced with Alec Collins’ ugly past.

While Alec tries to leave the past in the past and move on to the future, his wife, Molly, has other plans for her husband.

After Emma is stalked and taunted by Molly, Alec makes a decision that could change everything.

Will he stay with Emma? Will he leave and be with his wife and the mother of his daughter? Does Alec make the right choice? Only time will tell.

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First and foremost I am a wife, mother and grandmother.

I am also a nurse and a new author.

I moved to sunny Florida in 2006 and never looked back. I love fresh squeezed lemonade, crushed ice, teacups, wineglasses, non-franchise restaurants, ice cream cones, boating, picnics, cookouts, throwing parties, lace, white wine, mojitos, strawberry margaritas, white linen tablecloths, fresh flowers and Pinterest. I also love to read and write and to spend time with my family. My books thus far, have been inspired by the things I love and the people who influence me, every single day to be a better person.

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Christy Sloat's Slumber ~ Cover Reveal

1/30/2015

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Not all princesses get their happily ever after... *The highly anticipated new YA Fantasy from Christy Sloat is hitting virtual bookshelves March 16th. Today is the reveal of the beautiful cover.If you love fairy-tales then you'll want to get this re-telling of Sleeping Beauty. It's unlike anything you've ever read before!***

Not all princesses get their happily ever after...
They tell me I killed my boyfriend Phillip in cold blood. I stabbed him twenty one times. Iâ€™m only seventeen years old, and I am serving life in Spindle Ridge Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
I donâ€™t remember killing him, so itâ€™s really hard to believe Iâ€™m capable of murder. In fact I donâ€™t remember anything before I came to Spindle Ridge, not even my boyfriend.
I can only grasp onto my realistic dreams while the madness of the asylum threatens to pull me under. I dream Iâ€™m a beautiful princess and there is an evil faerie named Maleficent who is bent on my destruction. The dreams are the closest thing I have to memories of my life, except they arenâ€™t real.
Iâ€™m crazy. Iâ€™m not a princess.
Theyâ€™re the mad illusions of an irrational teenage girl, right?
Theyâ€™ve assigned me a new doctor, and she says I can trust her, and that sheâ€™ll help me see the truth of who I really am.
When she arrived she brought a new patient, Sawyer, who is everything Spindle Ridge isnâ€™t: exciting, mysterious and beautiful. He promises heâ€™s here to rescue me. Trusting either of them frightens me.
Could it be possible that my dreams are more than just the imaginings of a delusional girl? Could they be truth?

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Altar of Reality by Mara Valderran

1/29/2015

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Title: Altar of Reality

Author: Mara Valderran

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Published: January 21, 2015

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Sixteen year-old Madeline has struggled with epilepsy for most of her adolescent life, leaving her something of a social pariah. Things go from bad to worse when she wakes up from her first grand mal seizure in an extremely unfamiliar world but surrounded but familiar faces. Her hometown is in ruins, the aftermath of a Cold War turned hot.

Thomas, the boy that stomped on her heart a year ago, and his brother Brandon have been hiding her away since the explosion that killed her parents. The Lord Commander, now running the southern territories, believes Madeline died with them and the brothers need to keep it that way. The biggest problem? The explosion happened when she was twelve.

Madeline isn’t sure what to believe. The brothers insist her memories must be of a dream life she created while in her coma. But when she returns to the reality she knows, they insist this war-torn world must be the dream. She doesn’t know if she’s truly caught in the middle of a brewing rebellion or teetering on the brink of insanity. As she finds herself flipping between the two lives, her heart becomes torn between two versions of the same boy and the lines between her realities begin to blur.

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Mara Valderran is an author of young adult and new adult books, but she's more than just a madwoman with a writing box. She is an avid reader and fan of all things sci-fi and fantasy. She loves roller skating and movies, though typically not together. She hopes to one day meet Daniel Jackson from SG1, or at least the actor who played him. When she's not writing, you can find her reading, playing video games, or counting down the days until DragonCon.

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4 Stars

A dystopian sci fi. I have personally never read anything like this before. Madeline is a 16 year old girl who has epilepsy, but it’s manageable. She has what are called absence seizures, where she just looks like she’s spacing out. When suddenly she starts to have full blown seizures when she gets very upset. And that is when her whole world changes. She wakes up in a completely different reality, a very ugly reality. The people are the same people, but they are not the same. In a world ravaged by the cold war that never ended and the Soviet attacked. Which left the US in shambles, and the people struggling to survive. Well with survival comes an evil, power hungry leader. As she tries to determine if she is dreaming, crazy or if this is real, she finds herself torn between which reality she really belongs in, and that she can’t leave the people alone to die in such a terrible world when she plays such a crucial part to the evil reigning down on them.

I really enjoyed this book, like I said, was very different from what I normally read. The writing was great and very descriptive, I could really get a sense of the scenery and how Madeline was feeling and experiencing. Warning tho, this book leaves you at one heck of a cliff hanger!

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Sociopath: Legacy by Lime Craven

1/28/2015

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Sociopath: Legacy (Sociopath #2)

by Lime Craven

Genre: Dark Romance

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Synopsis

Reach for the scars...
Remember me? Aeron Lore: happy and humble. A people person. All around nice guy.
Even I can't say that with a straight face.
But seriously, things are going great. Leo's behaving herself; I'm enjoying making sure she behaves. We're a great team. SilentWitn3ss, our live-streaming news project, has launched to my favorite things ever: controversy and profit.
So when the FBI comes to me and wants to use SilentWitn3ss footage to trace a serial killer named Blood Honey, I'm only too happy to be superiorâ€”I mean, to help. And if Leo thinks the brutal Blood Honey and I have a few things in common, I guess that's to be expected, given my rather unique preferences in the bedroom. My...condition.
But I'm not like him. I can't stand that she would even think it.
If his actions threaten my relationship with Leo, I'll hunt that fucker down myself.
If he gets too close for comfort, I will make him bleedâ€”and trust me, he's closer than I ever anticipated.
There's a food chain, grasshoppers. The buck doesn't stop with him. It stops with me. Blood Honey is a nasty son of a bitch, but I can be a lot worse. Question is...do I want to be?

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I like dysfunction. Broken people who can't fix each other, but fit together because they're missing the same pieces. One of my favourite songs declares, "take the sinner down to feed desire," and that's my MO. I write dirty psychological thrillers with strong elements of dark romance.

I love antiheroes. Female characters who don't just accept their faults, but downright exploit them. No nice boys. No shame. Mindfuckery for all.

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The name's Aeron Lore. And you are...? Such a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Is that a southern accent? Gorgeous.

You fucking bitch.

Why so surprised? I control a billion dollar fortune. I control the news. Give me five minutes and I'll control you, too. If you could read my mind, you'd probably call me perverted. Unnatural. Manipulative. But I've learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit.

I have no conscience. No shame in taking the things I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her boutique tech firm so I could exploit the fuck out of it. Maybe exploit the fuck out of her, too, because desire haunts me in shades of scarlet, and I desire Leo most of all.

I never meant for this to be a love story. I fought it kicking and screaming, the same way Leo fought me. Now we're bleeding into each other, making a mess. A chaos. There's no control here. And what do monsters like me do when control leaves the building?

We attack.

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Lovie Jovie by Peggy Dabney

1/28/2015

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Book: Loving Jovie

Author: Peggy Dabney

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Art curator Jovie Iams has found the man of her dreams. Her boyfriend, Italian chef Leonardo Manning, is smart, sweet, and gentleâ€¦until he breaks up with her and leaves her emotionally devastated. As she tries to repair her broken heart, she turns to Owen Michaels, an ex-soldier from Iowa struggling to forget his past.

But Jovie canâ€™t escape her feelings for Leo, and finds her heart trapped between the two men. As she becomes more entangled with Leo and Owen, she discovers that things are not always as they seem. One of these men has a dark secret that will turn Jovieâ€™s world on its head, and will force her to make the ultimate choice between love and safety...

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Peggy Dabney lives in west-central Illinois with her family and rescue dog Fletcher. Besides being an avid reader, she loves football and motorcycle riding. From a very young age Peggy noticed that there are stories everywhere, and from all walks of life. She is obsessed with romance, adventure, and mystery. She tries to incorporate all of these in her writing, but always ends with an HEA (Happily Ever After). To her thereâ€™s always a new beginning, a second chance, and a new story to be told. Love always finds its way.

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The Legend of Arturo King by L.B. Dunbar

1/27/2015

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Title: The Legend of Arturo King

Series: Legendary Rock Stars #1

Author: L.B. Dunbar

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 27, 2015

My name is Arturo King, and Iâ€™m told Iâ€™m a legend in music. My band is called the Nights and we got our start at the underground Round Table in New York City. Raised by a foster father, I didnâ€™t know the extent of my inheritance until I was twenty-one, and it was all more than I bargained for. I wanted to play the guitar and rule the world with song, but I learned I have a mother from old money, a dead father who was once a real estate mogul, and a record company that needed some rebuilding. Mure Linn, my friend and mentor, has been by my side through it all, teaching me to play, strengthening my lyrics, and guiding me in the music industry. There was one area he couldnâ€™t guide me, though, and that was love. Guinevere DeGrance changed everything for me, I suppose, including the reason Iâ€™m here learning the legend of my life without remembering any of it.

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I closed in on the last line of the refrain and turned to look at Lans, signaling the direction of the crowd and the shift of the song. I had been clutching the microphone on the top of its stand, both hands wrapped around it, holding firm. I often told myself to think of the mic as a woman. Caress it in passion or clutch it in lust. It made no difference as long as this prop seemed an extension of my instrument, my voice. I released the mic slowly and shifted my own body slightly to angle to the right toward Lans. Glancing over the crowd, what I told myself would be one final time before I pulled my head back into the gig on stage, I saw her.

She was a vision in white. Literally. Her long flowing dress stood out amongst the crowd of dark T-shirts, darker jeans, and occasional bare skin. Her skin was bare in places as well. Slender arms hung at her sides, completely exposed. The pull of the dress bodice was up around her neck in some fashion that also exposed her shoulders, an area that I found could be very sensitive on a woman. Her shoulders just might redefine sensual in my brief opinion as I further took her in. The dress fell to the floor, but I could sense that those hidden legs were long, and the way the dress hugged the undisclosed portions of her body, I knew she was slender, sleek, and sumptuous in all the right places. Her hair looked dark, long and wavy, but the blue glow of the floor lights hinted at some brighter highlights.

I couldnâ€™t make out the color of her eyes at first, but then she stepped forward under a light as if she were coming to me. They were lake blue and I felt them pierce my soul. I saw a sparkle in them as my own locked with hers. She stood still for a moment, suddenly frozen in my trance. I watched her lick her lips and I felt that lick in my pants. I didnâ€™t want to look away as a wave of â€¦ something â€¦ crawled through my body, but she did.

She turned to her left, but I couldnâ€™t see who stood there in the shadows. Her head returned forward and she seemed to be listening to the guitar, taking in the stage, but refusing to look again in my direction. I felt like I was willing her to notice me instead of the blank stare she focused above the bandsâ€™ heads. I almost turned to see what could be so interesting behind me. Almost, but I didnâ€™t dare to look away from her.

She moved after a slight shift again from her left. She was obviously parting ways from someone near her and she slowly made her way through the crowded pit floor. As if the audience knew someone otherworldly was within their presence, the crowd parted slowly as she approached each person, making a clean-cut line across the wooden floorboards without another glance in the direction of the stage. Watching her walk sparked an extra beat in my heart and a throb in my pants. If she was sensual just crossing the floor, I dared to imagine what she would be like in my bed.

My vision focused solely on her subtle movement. Silky, I would have described her. She moved slowly, as if she were a ribbon sliding, slipping, through dark water. The white dress continued to glow from the dim blue lights, accentuating her slither through the waves of people. I was only vaguely aware of the guitar riff coming to an end at my left and I reached blindly for the microphone. This was a move that took no thought for me. It was as natural as breathing to hold the warm metal. I felt a slight catch in my throat as the words were climbing to escape my vocal cords. Lans hit his last note and I held my breath for the pause before a new cord was hit and the words burst forth.

It was the last look, of last night

In the last moment,

That took my breath and made me see

You might be lost before you found me.

You cried my name, as you came,

I took that pain and

Made you see, you might be lost,

But you found me.

My own words took on new meaning as I trailed her final motion. This tune had a new emphasis and I knew I was singing to her like a siren calls a sailor. There was just something about her presence, even if I felt she was suddenly ignoring me. She seemed to pause as I poured myself into those lyrics. You found me echoed in my head as I pinned her with my eyes. She moved her long hair over one shoulder, causing me to suck in a breath at the full exposure of her alabaster back. From behind, she was completely revealed; only a slip of cloth at her neck must hold the dress over those supple breasts I massaged with my eyes moments ago, and even without full light I knew that toned back held dimples at the base above the low sling of material that clung to her backside and draped down to the floor.

I noticed her breathing was slightly accelerated as her graceful shoulders lifted like a shrug and it certainly couldnâ€™t be from overexertion crossing the crowded bar floor. She moved as if she floated. She had not returned my gaze, which I knew she must feel caressing across her soft skin. It could only mean one thing to my veteran assessment of women. She wasnâ€™t interested, and that never happened to me. Women were always interested in me.

I realized suddenly where she stood. She had paused before a door to the left of the bar. I knew this door. It was made to blend seamlessly into the wall, looking like heavy olden bricks, like the surrounding walls. Only the keypad to the right gave away any semblance of a passageway. A person needed a special access code to pass through that door into the hall behind.

I watched her press her fingers deftly across the silver numbers and push the door gently inward into a darkened passage beyond without a single glance back over those sexy shoulders in my direction. I had to know who she was as the door closed, cutting off my view of her. It was almost instantaneous that I knew I wanted her, but this whole scene could only mean two things were true: she was somehow connected to Leo DeGrance, and she didnâ€™t want me. And I believed them both. Almost.

Iâ€™d like to say I was always a writer. Iâ€™d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. Iâ€™d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I canâ€™t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the â€œGreat American Novelâ€ until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why canâ€™t it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didnâ€™t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blumeâ€™s Forever that I wasnâ€™t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. Iâ€™m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered â€œThe Three Bearsâ€ as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair Iâ€™d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didnâ€™t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. Thatâ€™s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.

I was accused (thatâ€™s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. Iâ€™ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think youâ€™ll like them. If you donâ€™t, thatâ€™s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.

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My So Called Life (Reveal) by J.D. Hollyfield

1/23/2015

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My So Called Life by J.D. Hollyfield Love Not Included #3 Publication Date: April 2014 Also in this series: Life Next Door, Life in a Rut Love Not Included Genres: Contemporary, Humor, Romance

About J.D. Hollyfield

J.D Hollyfield currently resides in the Midwest with her husband, son and three doxies. As a Creative Designer by day, she enjoys spending her spare time with her nose in a good book. This obsession inspired her to test out her own creative ability. With her love for romance books and a head full of book boyfriends, this encouraged her to bring her own story to life and create her first novel.

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Amelia Hutchins' Seducing Destiny

1/20/2015

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Seducing Destiny(The Fae Chronicles book 4) by Amelia Hutchins is available now!

Less than six months ago my life was twisted and flipped on its side. Things have changed so much I barely recognize myself anymore.

I am no longer an Enforcer.

I am no longer a Witch.

I no longer hate the Fae. (For the most part)

And the sex-on-a-stick-gorgeous-Fae? He isn't really the Dark Prince.

No, he is the father of my children and with the babies on the way, the land dying and the Mages closing in; alliances will have to be formed if we are all to make it through the war that is coming to our front door.

Between warring Gods and Goddesses, how are any of us supposed to win?

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“You’re carrying twins, my twins, and I like this bump. I like the sight of you carrying my children in this beautiful body,” he whispered huskily as he placed both of his palms on my swollen midsection, just in time for the babes to kick him. “They can feel me,” he replied with sincerity. “I already feel them linking us together. We’re a family, and nothing and nobody will change that.” ©2015 Amelia Hutchins Seducing Destiny.

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Author of Fighting Destiny a fast paced Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance with hot alpha males, and a sassy heroines. I have three kids, and married my best friend, who is also the most amazing man ever. I live in Washington State with way too many trees, and love it. I have been writing as long as I can remember, and I am also the page owner of Erotica Book Club.

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Jessica Wilde's Ricochet ~ Cover Reveal

1/19/2015

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Title: Ricochet

Author: Jessica Wilde

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: February 23, 2015

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Fear.

It's the last thing I remembered.

I was afraid.

Afraid to fight, afraid to run… afraid to breathe.

Then, everything had gone dark. As if life was finally hearing my pleas, my cries to end the torment. To end the fear.

But even in the dark, I still felt it.

I always felt it.

My life had been a ricochet of one event leading to the next. Bouncing back and forth from good to bad. Happiness to despair. Hope to fear.

My name is Arianna West. I'm stronger now. Steady. Alive.

I can find a way to survive on my own. I can see what is coming for me. I can channel my fear into strength.

Except… I didn't see Jack.

And Jack changed everything.

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I live in Morgan Utah with my husband, daughter, and dog, Kolo. I write as often as my active daughter will let me and my husband has the patience of a saint. I find inspiration from dreams, people I meet, and life experiences. When I write, I usually end up drinking one too many cans of Peace Tea, eating three too many Fruit by the Foot fruit snacks, and accidentally kicking my pup and best buddy, Kolo, too many times since he loves to sleep under my desk at my feet. I started writing as a teen, but my fear of the unknown won out every time and I threw everything out. After becoming a mother and deciding to stay at home to raise my beautiful little girl, I tried again when I couldn't stop thinking of ideas. I loved every minute, every hour of sleep lost, and every character that came to life in my mind. It's strange, but my favorite moments are when I have writer's block because I can turn to my husband and find inspiration through him by just doing what we do best together. Talking, laughing, and just being in love. He doesn't like to read, but he never stops encouraging me to keep going. Writing has become an important part of my life and every book has a special place in my heart.

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Staying in Touch in 2015

1/16/2015

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We have been talking about it and dreading it for months...the Facebook changes. <insert ominous music> Our authors are scrambling for ways to stay connected and pimp their work. My fellow bloggers and I already see a decrease on our pages. To combat this, Cheree and I have added 2 Girls & A Book to BlogLovin as a way to ensure you don't miss our posts. You don't know what BlogLovin is? It's a site to follow all your favorite blogs in one location. You can also elect to receive emails when new posts are published. Lots of authors blog and you can find them there too. To stay up to date with your favorite authors, ask if they have a newsletters. Most authors use their newsletters to offer giveaways, contests and sneak peaks at their work. Also, follow your favorite authors on Amazon. When a new book is releases Amazon will email you. Authors newsletters, websites and Amazon pages are great tools to use to stay informed. If you have any suggestions for combating the Facebook changes please post a comment. We would love to hear your ideas.

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