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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Last Breath by Kerri Ann

Title: Last Breath
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 27, 2018



I dream of adventure. 


I dream of more than this life. 

I dream of having that great love of a lifetime. 

As the only caregiver to my ailing, dementia-clouded, hateful grandmother, my life is stagnant. That means no great love story, no fun, no excitement, and only a regimented routine to keep what's left of my sanity intact. 

Maybe sanity is overrated. 

Appearing on my doorstep, covered in darkness and seeping death, Malachi and Salem weren't the men you'd find in an advertisement for adventure. They weren't who you'd call your best friend, giddy and lovesick over. They were dangerous. But I wasn't afraid; I was excited. 

They've shown me what unconditional love is. 

Body and soul, I'm theirs. They've changed me. 

Salem and Malachi mean more to me than my next breath.










With an avaricious appetite for stories, Kerri Ann can be found quite often with her nose in a book or writing it. On many occasion it has been said that she's in her own world, living in the stories of those she reads about, giving them a life they deserve.
She can easily be found under a tree in the shade, or reclining at Starbucks scribbling notes about new stories and new characters, all while keeping the coffee chain in business.
Whether late at night, at a music festival, or sitting on a ski lift, when the thoughts arise, Kerri Ann will add them to those in progress. So be wary, your antics could be in her next book.





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Title: Last Breath
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 27, 2018



I dream of adventure. 


I dream of more than this life. 

I dream of having that great love of a lifetime. 

As the only caregiver to my ailing, dementia-clouded, hateful grandmother, my life is stagnant. That means no great love story, no fun, no excitement, and only a regimented routine to keep what's left of my sanity intact. 

Maybe sanity is overrated. 

Appearing on my doorstep, covered in darkness and seeping death, Malachi and Salem weren't the men you'd find in an advertisement for adventure. They weren't who you'd call your best friend, giddy and lovesick over. They were dangerous. But I wasn't afraid; I was excited. 

They've shown me what unconditional love is. 

Body and soul, I'm theirs. They've changed me. 

Salem and Malachi mean more to me than my next breath.










With an avaricious appetite for stories, Kerri Ann can be found quite often with her nose in a book or writing it. On many occasion it has been said that she's in her own world, living in the stories of those she reads about, giving them a life they deserve.
She can easily be found under a tree in the shade, or reclining at Starbucks scribbling notes about new stories and new characters, all while keeping the coffee chain in business.
Whether late at night, at a music festival, or sitting on a ski lift, when the thoughts arise, Kerri Ann will add them to those in progress. So be wary, your antics could be in her next book.





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I Dare You by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Title: I Dare You
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2018
Model: Travis S.
Photographer: Wander Aguiar



Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills brings you a brand-new heartfelt, sexy contemporary romance with I DARE YOU.

Bad Ass Athlete: I dare you to…
Delaney Shaw: Who is this?

The late night text is random, but "Bad Ass Athlete" sure seems to know who she is…

Delaney Shaw. 
Good girl.
Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars. 
Curious.

His dare? Spend one night in his bed—a night he promises will be unforgettable—and she can solve the mystery of who he is. 

She knows she shouldn't, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine's Day?

One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret's out.

Maverick Monroe.
Bad boy.
The most talented football player in the country.
Just ask him.

Too bad for him Delaney's sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak.

But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney’s heart. She isn’t one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders. 

After the semester ends, will the bad boy land the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep from each other separate them forever?


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Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She's best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances. 

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. 

She's also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Crossing the Line by Ellen Wolfson Valladares

Never Trust a Vampire Strange Allies #1 by Vivian Lane


Never
Trust a Vampire
Strange
Allies #1
by
Vivian Lane
Genre:
Urban Fantasy



166
pages

The
people we save look at us like we’re superheroes, or guardian
angels, but we bleed.



We
break.

And
sometimes, we even die. Becoming a paladin means sacrifice of
self. 

Saving
innocents is always top priority, so when the vampire Adam asks for
Agent Seven's services to rescue children from L.A.’s reigning
vampire, The Agency won't let her refuse. Company motto is the only
good vampire is a dead one, so what makes this guy different from all
the rest? This feels like a trap.

Will
Adam prove her wrong, or be her downfall?

This
story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult
situations.








Excerpt:



The audience clapped for the orchestra starting to enter and I searched in the dim light for where the tingle down my spine came from.
There.
  
In the back of the balcony.  It was too dark to make out features other than pale skin and a tall frame, but my Spidey sense didn't lie.
Crap. 
 
Charlotte was taking her seat at the piano, too.  As soon as the audience went silent, the acoustics would carry any ruckus we made throughout the auditorium. 
 
I darted out of my row and up the aisle.  The entry walkway behind his row gave me clear access to sneak up behind him.  As the vamp sat down, I touched a fingertip to the skin above his collar.  He froze.  A puff of smoke started to rise from the contact.

"Outside. Now. Quietly," I whispered, and walked out to the lobby.  Oh, please let him follow me.

The figure that walked out of the auditorium was unlike any vampire I'd dusted before, and that was a fair number.  He was quite simply gorgeous.  Dressed in casual business attire of gray and black, he looked like he'd walked out of a catalog.  Everything was perfect, from his symmetrical face to the Italian leather loafers on his feet.

"I hope you have a good reason for bringing me out here, miss. The pianist has started to play."  He just had to have a nice voice, too.

"Really? You're gonna play the inconvenienced music patron? We both know what you came for."

A faint smile graced his lips.  "And what is that?"

I waited for a passing usher to get out of earshot, then said, "I know you're a vampire, and from that burn mark on your neck, you know what I am, too. Let's leave the nice innocents be and take this outside."

He stepped a bit closer, hands at his sides.  Casual.  "You have me all wrong, paladin. I came for the music by recommendation of a friend, and that's all. I'm Adam. And you are?"

"Not givin' you my name. You really want me to believe you didn't come for a snack."

He shrugged.  "It's the truth. Do you think I want blood on this shirt? It's expensive."

Okay, I didn't have a comeback for that one.






Writer of supernatural badasses.

A
proud geek *cough*nerd*cough* who likes fashion, interior design, and
sports, Vivian Lane is the author of the Children of Ossiria and
Strange Allies series. She lives in California with her cat Scrapper.







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Bloom The Order Series 1 by Nikki Rae


Bloom
The
Order Series 1
by
Nikki Rae
Genre:
Adult Dark Contemporary Romance

Given
to The Grimm Order as an infant, Fawn was raised in a world shaped by
the rich and powerful. When she was sold at the age of nine to a
Suitor, Fawn believed he would protect her from the “Mainworld”,
where those who know nothing about the Order live. Living with the
cruel man who bought her freedom, she finds just what the Order is
about: money, control, and status for the Owner and humiliation and
abuse for those they own. 


Unwilling
to accept the expectations of being Owned, Fawn goes from golden girl
to maid, content to live in the shadows of the Order as long as she
isn’t Owned again.


It’s
been ten years since she disgraced her former Owner’s name, and now
the brooding Frenchman Elliot Lyon wants her. Master Lyon is kind,
smart, and unlike any man she’s met. She doesn’t want to admit it
to herself, but Fawn is drawn to him despite constantly planning her
next escape. 

Even
the prettiest flowers have thorns, and Master Lyon is hiding secrets
that will uproot everything she thinks she knows about him.




“Fawn,” he said suddenly, his voice soft but still making me jump in my seat. “Were they out of flower names?” he asked, a smile in his voice. He let on that he knew about the inner-workings of the actual Compound more than my last Owner. Then again, my last one only cared about one thing. He didn't play these mind games this guy seemed to like. Master Lyon sighed, convinced I wouldn't answer, but for some reason I couldn't keep my mouth shut. “I was one of the originals at the California Compound.” I hesitated almost too long before I brought my eyes back to his face. He was staring, waiting for me to say more. “We all had animal names,” I said, trying and failing to hide the disgust in my voice. “Fawn,” he said. “With those eyes?” I blinked, wondering what he meant. “They’re so large and expressive,” he explained. “You’re more of a Doe to me.” So this would be my new name? Not Dog or Whore, but Doe? He smiled like I’d said something funny but I wasn't joking. “Do you not like it?” I didn't know why he cared if I did or did not like something. It shouldn't matter to him. I didn't like any of this and it was obvious. He was asking to toy with me, get me to talk. I was done talking. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the words from spilling out








Nikki
Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores
human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary
as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary,
romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not
writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with
animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.
 



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NBTM: K.I.A. by Alexander Charalambides



K.I.A.
by Alexander Charalambides


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GENRE: Thriller/NA


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BLURB:


Hildegard lives in a real-life dollhouse, surrounded by prop houses and actors who play friends,
teachers and foster parents. Only one man ever seemed real, and after his disappearance, she’s
had enough playing along. As Hildegard makes her final preparations to run away from home, a swarm
of black clad soldiers appear, controlling the police and swarming across her home town. She can
evade them for now, but after learning their mission, she decides to play along one last time, following
them to Truman Academy, a lonely building on a freezing aleutian island. Hildegard knows it for what
it is: just another prop, but not everyone feels the same way. Through the hell of endless drills and
marching, Hildegard befriends the stealthy Grace and bloodthirsty David, and enlists them in an effort
to unravel the plan of the man called G and his monstrous menagerie of inhuman soldiers.


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Excerpt Two:

Kneeling against the open door, I can hear voices, but not clearly enough to tell what they’re saying.



The garage is crowded, though; too many footsteps.



From here, I can see about half the room. The ramp leading down to the ambulance, the open gate, and some piles of stretchers and medical supplies. It’s completely dark, apart from the distant rays of street lights filtering in past the ambulance. Somewhere on the wall I can’t see is a light source, and since I hear but don’t see people, I’m going to assume that’s where they’re standing.



I test the floor; it changes from plastic tile to concrete at the threshold. Not really ideal. I lay flat on the ground, and try to crawl, as slowly as possible, on elbows and knees. The railings on the ramp to the ambulance, combined with the darkness, should keep me hidden, as long as the people in here keep talking, I might even be able to listen in.



It feels as if my heart should be beating out of my chest, whatever that means, but to be honest, I think I’d prefer that. What it actually feels like, as the ambulance inches closer, is freezing to death in a blizzard. Each time my heart beats, there’s a second of suspense as I wait for the next one.



I can’t stand up. It’s too low, they’ll see me. I’ll have to crawl all the way.



“All teams, reporting in for the fifth sweep.”



“And?”



“Still nothing.”



I want to turn on my side, watch them, but I can see enough in my peripheral vision. Five men, standing in a group, one holds a small light, strapped to the forest of pouches and armor on his chest. The others peer into a variety of equipment, propped up on black plastic legs or resting on piles of bags and boxes.



The ambulance’s tire is by my hand. The back of my neck hasn’t stopped itching.



It’s getting worse, in fact.



“It may be time to consider the possibility we were misinformed. Should’ve brought dogs.”



“Sir?”



I’m under the ambulance now. Five feet to go. I turn on my side, to watch them.



“She’s not here. How is she not here?”



Leaning against the far rail is a man with the proportions of a spider monkey, equipment hanging off him like autumn leaves on a tree. He’s looking right at me.






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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Alexander Charalambides was born in London and grew up in Berkshire in the UK.

He studied Creative Writing, and graduated from the Open University.



As a freelance writer Alexander enjoys storytelling just as much as editing and analysis, but often takes time off to enjoy wind surfing, do the sickest of motorcycle flips, wrestle with deadly animals and lie about his hobbies. 



In 2008 he moved to the USA and now lives in New Hampshire’s beautiful White Mountains with his family and two dogs, Gwynne and Gimli. 








Interview with Alexander Charalambides
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reins of the story?
I am always in control. Do not attempt to resist.

Convince us why your book is a must-read
I’d feel kind of bad doing this. Please go to the amazon page, though, I have quite a few nice reviews.

Have you written any other books that are not published?
Every author has tons of stuff they’re never published. Usually because it’s not very good. Maybe I’m projecting.

Pen or typewriter or computer?
Computer, you can tell because I’m writing this on a computer right now.

Anything you would like to say to your readers or fans?

Please continue to enjoy the nonsense I produce.

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