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Thursday, March 7, 2019

Ain't Nothin' but the Devil by Lorelai Watson

Title: Ain't Nothin' but the Devil
Series: The Atwood Legacy Series #1
Author: Lorelai Watson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 5, 2019
Limitless Publishing



Nothing about my life is as it seems. From the inside out it looks perfect, like a real-life fairy tale. But the truth is…it’s not.


Being married to a billionaire is not a one-way ticket to happiness like most people would think. Behind closed doors and away from the limelight he’s not the man he pretends to be.

My marriage is failing. My heart is nothing but broken pieces of pain and disappointment. My mind has become the battlefield of the war between me and the depression threatening to end my life.

I knew this day would come—the day I stood on the ledge, every fiber of my being urging me to jump. To end it all. 

But there’s this tiny flicker of hope that’s keeping me from taking that fatal leap. His name is Adrian…and he’s my brother-in-law.















“Lorelai Watson has lived in the same small, but ridiculously charming Georgia town her entire life. In fact, this little town became the home of the characters of her debut novel, Ain’t Nothin’ but the Devil. When she’s not writing, Lorelai is either teaching, chasing her always-active young children, or ruining the plot of every movie and show for her husband.”






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Worship by Trilina Pucci






Title: Worship
Series: Sinful #2
Author: Trilina Pucci
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 3, 2019




Blurb


Book Two,
in A Sinful Series, brings you an intense, taboo love story, and an even hotter
ALPHA. Meet Luca King— broody, powerful and a man who’s never refused.

There are
only two reasons a man falls to his knees: prayer and pussy. 


And I sure as hell don’t pray.




But for this woman, I’d fall on my knees to worship every single, gorgeous part
of her body.


And claim her as mine, 

knowing I shouldn’t want to keep her. 
Because we’re all wrong, too complicated, too explosive….too sinful.

I want what I can’t have. 
But I’ll take it anyway because Gretchen Andrews has done the one thing my wife
never could….she’s made me love her.








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Excerpt

Luca’s hand
pulls away from my chin, and he takes my glass, putting it on the
table. 
 
“How I see
it is you need to stop assuming the worst and trust me to care for you,
and the only way for us to do that is to make sure you get what you
need, over and over, until you take it for granted.” 
 
He’s
talking about more than just sex, even though I love the “over and over” part.
I didn’t trust him; I prolonged this moment as much as his
stubbornness did. But I did it by way of mistrust, assuming he wouldn’t do
what we both needed.
 
“So, you
want to teach me a lesson in trust?” 
 
The desire
in my voice gives away my readiness. 
 
He nods.  
“I paid
a helluva price almost losing you. What price should you pay for not
trusting me? Huh?” 
 
The tumbler
he’s holding runs up my leg, and I can feel the coolness through my jeans. Luca
leans close to my cheek and whispers, “Choose your fate. Do
you want to be fucked or loved, Angel?”
 
I close my
eyes, knowing they aren’t mutually exclusive, but for us, they have very
specific meanings. He knows I need the connection between us, the aggression
and anger we’ve both felt to play about in the sheets. 
 
His breath
is warm against my skin as he keeps whispering. 
 
“Maybe we
play your favorite game, Angel. I’ll hunt you…here.” 
 
He brings
the glass between my legs and runs it up, rolling it over where my clit is
throbbing. My breath hitches. 
 
“Do you
trust me?” he asks seductively. 
 
He sets his
drink down and begins to gather my T-shirt, tugging it up. 
 
I look
around, worried about being caught. 
 
“Luca, someone
could catch us. The wall is all glass.” 
 
The minute
I say it, I know I failed my lesson. Luca doesn’t stop or change expression as
he pulls my shirt up and over my head, leaving me exposed in just my bra. 
 
“Take them
off, or I will,” he directs in his deep
gravel, indicating my jeans. 
 
I’m not a
submissive girl. But when he does this, gets sexually dominant, I feel
understood. I’m a powerful woman, and I need a man who can
handle me, break me, and make me feel devoured. Luca was made for me. He
crosses his arms over his chest. 
 
“The longer
I wait, the longer you wait to come. Get ’em off,” he
growls. Holy hell, I’m wet. Rough Luca is my favorite
Luca. 
 
I reach
slowly for my button and pull it open, challenging his
patience by lowering the zipper only a fraction. 
 
“You know,
I’m not wearing underwear,” I lie. 
 
The thought
of being fucked out here where someone could catch us makes
me nervous, even if I’m supposed to trust him. 
 
“When I
pull off these jeans, everyone will see what’s yours…you sure you want to
share?” My voice is a purr, and he bites his lip, gripping his bulge. 
 
I know I’ve
won. No fucking way is he willing to share me with prying eyes. 
 
Right as I
feel victorious, Luca shakes his head and says, “So fucking
stubborn,” then grabs me by the waistband of my
jeans and jerks me forward. 
 
“Luca!” I
yelp and laugh. 
 
He pushes
his hand down the front of my jeans, and I gasp, silenced. Grabbing my
tiny lace G-string, along with the few hairs I have down below, he tugs me
closer, and the sensation makes my pussy slick with need. 
 
My back
arches from being pulled forward. 
 
“Little
liar,” he whispers knowingly, and I whimper. 
 
Pleasure
grips my body as his hold tightens. 
 
“You
definitely need a lesson in trust. Maybe I’ll take it out on your ass or maybe
in your ass. Here’s the game, baby: I catch you, I pick.” 
 
His hand
retreats as he takes a step away from me. 
 
I’m
breathless. My entire body is on fire. This man speaks to every filthy fucking
piece of me. 
 
“What’s the
second choice? What if you don’t catch me?” I ask hungrily.
 
 A
slow smile grows on his gorgeous face. Luca takes out his phone from his pocket
and presses a button, laughing to himself. 
 
The light
that glowed from inside the house begins to fade as heavy black shades roll
down, and I hear a click as the door locks. He was never going to let
me be seen. But now, I’m on my own.
 



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Author Bio


Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she
isn't making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels
that titillate and excite her readers.



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Wrecked & Restless by Bink Cummings

Title: Wrecked & Restless
Series: Sacred Sinners - Texas Chapter #4
Author: Bink Cummings
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 6, 2019



Life is simply life. It's unfair and sometimes cruel. 

I should know. 

Since the moment I first drew breath, I was an orphan. Unwanted. Unloved. The small blonde girl everyone picked on. 

My story isn't one of happiness, if that's what you're thinking. 

The person I love most in the world is gone. And in the darkness I've been reborn, into a person I don't recognize. 

Her name’s Rosie. In the beginning, when our love first began, that name meant something different. That’s when the light won, always overcoming the dark. Where hope and happiness flourished. 

Now it means…. death for those who harm. 

I love this new me as much as anyone without a soul can love something. 

Life is simply life… and with it comes vengeance. 


Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers. Proceed with caution. You have been warned. 
First book of the Wrecked Duet.- which can be read as a standalone set. 
For the best reading experience, read Books #1-#3 of Sacred Sinners- Texas Chapter series to avoid spoilers.













Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a biker/classic car addicted family. Upon coercion from her sacred sisters, she began her newest journey in life--writing. When she's not shacked up in her home writing sexy fiction at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys ogling motorcycles and the men who ride them, taking care of her family, reading spicy romance novels, feeding her sock and Funko addiction, and cooking huge meals--especially her infamous chocolate chip cookies.


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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

VBT: The Moment Between by Gareth Frank



The Moment Between
by Gareth Frank


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GENRE: Psychological Thriller


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BLURB:




After four years of mourning, Doctor Hackett Metzger is determined to stop letting his wife's death control his life. He is finally beginning to live again, but his recovery leads to an unexpected fight for his own survival and startling revelations about what happens to all of us in The Moment Between.

Hackett, a brilliant neurologist, is a skeptic. He doesn't believe he will one day be reunited with Jean, or dwell with God in heaven. What he does believe is that he should have seen the warning signs of her heart attack; he should have saved her. He also cannot accept the possibility that his clinical study of near death experiences could prove the existence of a conscious afterlife. When Hackett falls for the mother of a patient, grief finally begins to fade. But he has no idea his new love is hiding her dangerous past. Will Hackett's damaged spirit endure another heartbreak?


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Excerpt Two:

Yu Lai’s eyes radiated sadness, and there was a slight tremble in her lips. Hackett could see her trying to flush out her emotions before speaking.

“Nobody really knows what death is, when it starts or when it is complete,” she said. You and I both know the body dies gradually. Under the right circumstances, someone whose brain stops functioning and whose heart stops beating can be brought back to life an hour later, even more. The cells of the brain don’t just die the second blood flow is cut off.”

“What are you saying, Doctor? Are you advocating that we outlaw transplants?”

“No. You know I’m not. I guess I was just spooked by the way her arms lifted up. It was clear that Mrs. Carrollton wasn’t coming back, but I don’t know if she was truly and totally gone.”

Hackett wanted to yell, wanted to shut her up. Death was death. When the brain died, the conscious mind went with it. Hackett had learned the hard way that it was better to face that fact.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Gareth Frank is a former union organizer and administrator. He received a Master's Degree at the University of Wisconsin and later studied at the Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Maryland. The Moment Between is his first published novel. His short stories have been published in various journals and have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize as well as the Silver Pen Write Well Award.





Interview with Gareth Frank
1. What is your favorite part of this book and why?
This is a tough question to answer, not because I don't have favorite parts, but because it is hard to talk about them without giving too much away.

I do love the dramatic ending. The Moment Between is a psychological thriller, and the ending doesn't disappoint. It has its share of action and surprises the reader at the same time it confirms what the reader already understands.

I also love one of the scenes in which a character experiences that moment between life and death. It is, more or less, a compilation of true near death experiences that captures the magic and hyper-reality that people describe.

2. If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?

Doctor Hackett Metzger is a neurosurgeon. His daily life can be exciting, challenging, life saving and heartbreaking all in the same day. I did a lot of research to write about it. I even witnessed brain surgery by watching a number of videos, but being there with him would be amazing.

3. If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose?

I guess I should be picking out a classic, but the first book that comes to mind isn't even fiction. The Devil in the White City has everything you could want in a book -- real life drama, a killer story, impeccable research and great writing. It brings you into a world that you never imagined, and makes you think.

4. Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

Most of the characters in this book are entirely of my own creation, but  they often have experiences based on my research. One example of a character based on real life is Sarah, Hackett's love interest. Sarah came into my consciousness one day a few years ago when a friend sent me a Christmas card and announced the death of her brother in-law. She went on to allude that he might have been killed by his wife. The real woman was never convicted, and I know very little of her details, but the card inspired my novel and her character.

5. What made you want to become a writer?

I took an unlikely path to writing. I didn't plan it. I didn't dream about it my whole life. For many years, I did harbor an idea for a novel, but I did nothing to pursue it. Then when I contemplated retirement, the urge to write kind of exploded. That was seven years ago, and perhaps 10,000 hours of writing under the bridge. I got hooked.

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Gareth Frank will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.



Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2019/01/vbt-moment-between-by-gareth-frank.html 


Josephine Baker's Last Dance by Sherry Jones


JOSEPHINE BAKER'S LAST DANCE by Sherry Jones, Biography/Historical, 304 pp., $11.00 (paperback) $11.99 (Kindle)

Title: JOSEPHINE BAKER’S LAST DANCE

Author: Sherry Jones

Publisher: Gallery Books

Pages: 304

Genre: Biography/Historical


From the author of The Jewel of Medina, a moving and insightful novel
based on the life of legendary performer and activist Josephine Baker,
perfect for fans of The Paris Wife and Hidden Figures.



Discover the fascinating and singular life story of Josephine
Baker—actress, singer, dancer, Civil Rights activist, member of the
French Resistance during WWII, and a woman dedicated to erasing
prejudice and creating a more equitable world—in Josephine Baker’s Last
Dance.



In this illuminating biographical novel, Sherry Jones brings to life
Josephine’s early years in servitude and poverty in America, her rise to
fame as a showgirl in her famous banana skirt, her activism against
discrimination, and her many loves and losses. From 1920s Paris to 1960s
Washington, to her final, triumphant performance, one of the most
extraordinary lives of the twentieth century comes to stunning life on
the page.



With intimate prose and comprehensive research, Sherry Jones brings
this remarkable and compelling public figure into focus for the first
time in a joyous celebration of a life lived in technicolor, a powerful
woman who continues to inspire today.



Purchase Josephine Baker’s Last Dance in paperback,  ebook,  and  audiobook  formats on  Simon and Schuster’s website (available on Amazon,  Barnes and Noble,  BooksAMillion,  Indiebound,  Kobo,  and  other sites). Learn more about Sherry’s books  at  www.authorsherryjones.com





Just before she entered the stage door, a drop of rain hit her on the head. No, that was not a bad omen, only a reminder to do her best, to shine like the star she was, or would be. Wilsie came running up—Mr. Sissle was there, but Mr. Blake had yet to arrive. “You’ll knock ’em dead, Tumpy. Just do your dancing and forget the rest.” Josephine didn’t need to be told that. She was ready.
She flexed and stretched her arms as she walked with Wilsie across the stage, past the musicians gathering, trumpets and saxophones and drums and a clarinet, down into the auditorium, where a slender man spoke to a white-haired man at his side. He turned his head very slightly and looked her up and down from the corners of his shrewd, hard eyes. His mouth pursed.
“How old are you?” he’d said before Wilsie had even introduced them. The stage door opened, and a very dark-skinned man with a bald head hurried in, talking about “the damned rain,” scampering down the steps, striding up the aisle, shaking water from his clothes.
“Eubie Blake,” he said, smiling, holding out his hand to her.
“This is Tumpy, Mr. Blake, the one I told you about,” Wilsie said. “She’s here to audition for Clara’s spot in the chorus.”
The man with Mr. Sissle—the stage manager—motioned to her and she followed him up the stage steps. Did she know the songs? Could she dance to “I’m Just Wild about Harry”? Josephine wanted to jump for joy. She pretended to watch as Wilsie showed her the steps, which she already knew as if she’d made them up herself. Josephine stripped down to her dingy leotard, tossed her clothes on a chair, then ran and leaped to the center of the stage. This was it. She bent over to grasp her ankles, stretching her legs, then stood and pulled her arms over her head.
“Ready?” Mr. Sissle barked. The music started, and she began the dance, so simple she could have done it in her sleep. Practicing in the Standard, she’d gotten bored with it and had made up her own steps, throwing in a little Black Bottom, wiggling her ass and kicking her legs twice as high as they wanted to go, taken by the music, played by it, the instruments’ instrument, flapping her hands, step and kick and spin and spin and squat and jump and down in a split, up and jump and kick and spin—oops, the steps, she didn’t need no damn steps, she had better ones—and kick and jump and wiggle and spin. She looked out into the auditorium—a big mistake: Mr. Blake’s mouth was open and Mr. Sissle’s eyes had narrowed to slits. Don’t be nervous, just dance. Only the music remained now, her feet and the stage.
When she’d finished, panting, and pulled on her dress and shoes, Wilsie came running over, her eyes shining. “You made their heads spin, you better believe it,” she whispered, but when they went down into the aisle Josephine heard Mr. Sissle muttering.
“Too young, too dark, too ugly,” he said. The world stopped turning, then, the sun frozen in its arc, every clock still, every breath caught in every throat. Mr. Blake turned to her, smiling as if everything were normal, and congratulated her on “a remarkable dance.”
“I can see that you are well qualified for our chorus, Tumpy,” he said, and on his lips, the name sounded like a little child’s.
“You have real talent, and spark, besides. How did you learn to do that at such a young age? You are—how old?”
“Fifteen,” she said.
Mr. Sissle snorted, and cut Wilsie a look. “Wasting my time,” he said. Mr. Blake looked at her as if she’d just wandered in from the orphanage.
“I’m very sorry, there’s been a mix-up,” he said. “You must be sixteen to dance professionally in New York State.”
“I’ll be sixteen in June,” Josephine said. Her voice sounded plaintive and faraway.
“We need someone now.” Mr. Sissle folded his arms as if she were underage on purpose. Mr. Blake led her toward the stage door, an apologetic Wilsie saying she hadn’t known. Mr. Sissle followed, talking to Mr. Blake about adding some steps to “I’m Just Wild about Harry,” saying they should put in some kicks, that he’d been thinking about it for a while. Uh-huh.
“Come and see us in New York after your birthday, doll,” Mr. Blake said. “You never know when we might have an opening.” He opened the door and let the rain pour in before shutting it again. He looked at Josephine’s thin, optimistic dress. Where was her umbrella? She hung her head. He stepped over to retrieve a black umbrella propped against the wall and handed it to her. She took it without even knowing, her thoughts colliding like too many birds in a cage. She would have to stay in Philadelphia, she had failed—too young, too dark, too ugly—she should have lied about her age, what had gotten into her? Showing off, that was what.
And now Mr. Sissle disliked her, and she would never get into their show; it didn’t matter how many times she went back. As she stepped out into the rain with that big umbrella in her hands unopened and felt the rain pour down her face; she was glad, for now they would think it was water instead of tears, but when she looked back, Wilsie was crying, too, in the open doorway.
Seeing the men watching from a window, she stopped. They wouldn’t forget her; she’d make them remember. She walked slowly, her silk dress dripping, while Mr. Sissle gesticulated with excitement as he stole her ideas—authentic Negro dancing were the last words she’d heard—and Mr. Blake looking as if he wanted to run out there, scoop her up, and carry her back inside.

( Continued… )









Author and journalist Sherry Jones is best known for her international bestseller The Jewel of Medina. She is also the author of The Sword of MedinaFour SistersAll QueensThe Sharp Hook of Love, and the novella White Heart.  Sherry lives
in Spokane, WA, where, like Josephine Baker, she enjoys dancing,
singing, eating, advocating for equality, and drinking champagne.



Her latest novel is Josephine Baker’s Last Dance.



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