jueves, 31 de marzo de 2016

Tome Tender Giveaways

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She took a leap of faith to start over-He was her biggest adversary
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miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2016

Severed Ties Tour

 Severed Ties (Ties, #2)

Severed Ties (Ties Novel #2) by J.L. Beck
Are you a fan of #darkromance? Check out the book two in the Ties Series Severed Ties LIVE today
Author J.L. Beck gives you part two in the dangerously intoxicating Ties Series. 
Are you afraid of the dark, because you should be... 
"I wanted them to feel the darkness, and scars that they had caused upon my soul. I wanted all of them dead." 

★ Should be read after book one Dangerous Ties ★ 

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martes, 29 de marzo de 2016

Tour Moxie's Problem

Title: Moxie’s Problem (Book #1)
Author: Hank Quense
Pages: 294
Genre: Fantasy

Book Description:

Do you enjoy untypical coming-of-age stories? Well you find one more untypical that Moxie’s Problem. Moxie is an obnoxious, teen-age princess who has never been outside her father’s castle. Until now. The real world is quite different and she struggles to come to grips with reality. The story takes place against a backdrop of Camelot. But it isn’t the Camelot of legends. It’s Camelot in a parallel universe. So, all bets are off!

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About the Author:

Hank Quense writes humorous and satiric scifi and fantasy stories. He also writes about fiction writing and self-publishing. He has published 14 books and 50 short stories along with a few dozen articles. He often lectures on fiction writing and publishing and has a series of guides covering the basics on each subject. He is currently working on a series of two humorous novels that take place in the Camelot era. 

He and his wife, Pat, usually vacation in another galaxy or parallel universe. They also time travel occasionally when Hank is searching for new story ideas.

Visit Hank's websites: http://hank-quense.com/wp and http://strangeworldsonline.com/wp

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lunes, 28 de marzo de 2016

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La idea es ayudarnos todos como bloggers, es facil, solo síganme y dejenme su blog en los comentarios para poder seguirlos tambien. 

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Thanks for follow my blog, let me follow you back and that way we can all grow like a communitty.

The idea is helping everyone as bloggers, is easy, just follow me and leave me your blog on the comments so I can follow you too.

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CoinMan Tour

Title: Coinman 
Author: Pawan Mishra
Publisher: Lune Spark LLC
Date Published: Nov 04, 2015
Number of pages: 236  
Genre: Fiction/ Humor/ Satire

Book Description: 

An Untold Conspiracy is a humorous account of a man with a quirk--and the extraordinary measures his colleagues take to combat it! Set in a small town in northern India, this story follows Coinman, his peculiar habit, and the incredible animosity it provokes in everyone around him. He just wants to do his clerk's job with colleagues who'll treat him fairly. He just wants a wife who'll treat him like a husband. He just wants a happy home life. Instead, what does he get? 

His colleagues are planning his complete destruction.
His wife is an obsessed actress more than a little "off plumb."
And there are enough shadows and secrets in his home for two lifetimes.

Can Coinman ever get what he wants? Or will that cost him his sanity?

Read a sample chapter on Lune Spark.

Purchase a copy on Amazon.

Quotes from Coinman: 

“Isn’t life a collection of weird quizzes with no answers to half the questions?” 

 “The only thing God is afraid of is a strong-willed human!”

“People say there are thousands of options we have in life. I say we have only two: we can either be happy or be unhappy.”

“Talented minds have always been stealthily targeted by mediocre ones.”

About the Author:
Pawan Mishra is a leader in the technology and finance industries. He completed his education, including postgraduate work, at Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur (IIT Kanpur), India, in 1999. He discovered his passion for storytelling, reading, and creative writing during his early childhood. Originally from Aligarh, India, Pawan now lives in Morrisville, North Carolina, with his wife Ritu and two daughters, Mitali and Myra. 

To learn more about Pawan and his writing, visit: www.pawanmishra.com.
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sábado, 26 de marzo de 2016

Review: Blu (Violet Chain #3)

Blu (Violet Chain #3)

Mi Reseña: I have read all this series and wao, what a continuation. 

For me this one was a little heartbreaking as it was super interesting and I did feel the emotion on this one. I loved the story of pearl and blu it was more straight forward than the first two and the two chapters at the end waooo im anxiously waiting book 4.

The book take on a very serious issue and it broke my heart to learn those kind of things still happens a lot in the world but pearl was a courageous girl and did manage to get over it with lots of work.
hope to see what else happens on this series.

Mi Reseña: He leído todos los libros de esta serie y wao que continuación.

Para mi este fue un poco triste aunque super interesante y sentí la emoción en este libro.
me encanto la historia de Pearl y Blu fue mucho mas directa que kas primeras dos y los dos capítulos del siguiente libro me encantaron estoy esperando con ansias el 4 libro. 

En otro ámbito el libro toma un tema muy serio y me rompe el corazón saber que aun pasan estas cosas en el mundo con mas frecuencia de la que debería, pero Pearl se retrato como una mujer fuerte que pudo sobrepasar su situación con mucho coraje y  esfuerzo. 
espero ver que mas pasara en esta serie. 

viernes, 25 de marzo de 2016

Into the Rain

Title: Into the Rain 
Series: Daughter of Fire - Book Three
Author: Michelle Irwin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: Feb 28th, 2016
Publisher: Bottom Drawer Publications

Review: Hontas

Hontas (Good Tales For Bad Dreams #3)

My review: Another short read of V.M.Sawh, I like the way he portraits the classic tales and make them more dark and real, just like the originals grimm brothers would have wanted.

I did like that he researched so good and have hontas a tale to remember the cruelty of white men towards indian people back in the days and the way he puts the romance that can never be between john and hontas, 

The tale is rich and interesting from the begining to the end. So if you're looking for a good retale in a dark way you have found a series that will give you good tales for bad dreams. 

Mi reseña: Otra lectura breve de V.M.Sawh, me gusta la forma en que relata los cuentos clásicos y los hace más oscuros y reales, al igual que los Hermanos Grimm hubieran querido.

Me gustó que estuvo bien investigado y que en Hontas hay un cuento para recordar la crueldad de los hombres blancos hacia las personas indígenas en aquelos días y la forma en que pone el romance que nunca puede ser entre John y Hontas,

La historia es rica e interesante desde el principio hasta el final. Así que si estás buscando un buen recuento de una manera oscura han encontrado una serie que le dará buenos cuentos para malos sueños.

jueves, 24 de marzo de 2016

Dark Romance Re Release


 Chapter 8: The Complete Series

Grace Street and Return to Grace Street

Obsession, possession, resilience, insanity...
A need for absolute control and a past filled with lies and neglect have led FBI profiler Victor Laurenzo down a ruthless path. On a quest to satiate his sadistic desires, he submits unknowing victims to cold, calculated scenarios meant to push limits while testing the confines of immorality—all under the guise of studying his chapters for the betterment of law enforcement.
On the mend from a bad break-up and longing for attention, Elsa consents to an odd proposition. Initially unaware of Victor’s plans, she quickly realizes that the casual encounter she agreed to is, in fact, a cruel psychological game with no ending in sight. She may be one in a long line of test subjects for Victor; however, she can't be broken so easily. What he puts her through only fuels the fire burning within her—a flame that begins to blaze out of control as she becomes obsessed with everything about Victor and peeling back his cruel layers in search of the real man hiding beneath his heartless facade. Stronger and far more resilient than any of Victor's previous chapters, she is determined to make her own rules and flip the table on his selfish game to show him that beyond his darkness, there lies light.
Playing an erotic and twisted psychological game in which there are no winners and only chapters in a depraved case file, these two headstrong characters are no match for an unexpected bond that rises above the darkness, bends the rules of conventional romance, compromises principles, and forgives the unforgivable.
Though Victor and Elsa's story may not contain hearts and flowers, it is still one of soul-searching passion and reckless love.

Warning: this is neither a conventional romance nor a traditional love story. This is not a fairy tale love story nor is it a BDSM romance. There are no hearts and flowers on the pages of this book. The heroine doesn't always make wise choices and though I've tried to make her strong, she's often times weak in the face of the fierce hero. The hero is not a knight in shining armor. He's broken and frequently cruel, and what every woman in the real world should avoid. This is a story about facing the darkness within. The man written within the pages of this book is obsessive, possessive and broken, and he gets off on mind fucking his lovers. He's an anti-hero with an abusive past who often times pushes too hard in his quest to win his own sick game.
What's contained within this book is fiction—dark, depraved and decadent make-believe. Contains erotic elements, uncomfortable situations, and descriptions that may trigger past memories of abuse. Intended for readers 18+

martes, 22 de marzo de 2016

Release Blitz Unusual Seductions + Preorder

Join 6 authors as they take you on a trip through stories of the lesser known but no less desirable species and races that exist out there. Why should vamps and werewolves get all the fun, especially when the odd ducks are so much sexier?

Pick up the UNUSUAL SEDUCTIONS anthology (on Preorder now!) and get lost in some sexy and fun stories with characters just off the beaten path.

lunes, 21 de marzo de 2016

IT: Imaginary Things Spot

Imaginary Things

Andrea Lochen

DISTRIBUTOR: Astor + Blue Editions 

$8.99 Kindle

Women’s Fiction/Family
Fiction/Fantastical elements
Fiction/Magical Realism

PAGES: 312

PUB DATE: April 27, 2015

Excerpt IT: Imaginary Things

Chapter One
There was something about driving an ancient Dodge Caravan packed with all of my worldly possessions, including my four year-old son and my cat, that reeked of failure and desperation. The back of the minivan was crammed with duffel bags of clothing and cardboard boxes filled with pirate action figures, perfume bottles, matchbox cars and race track pieces, sketchbooks, a remote-controlled dinosaur, mascara wands and eyeliner pencils, markers and stubby crayons; and black garbage bags stuffed with everything else: David’s rocket ship comforter, my flat iron, winter coats, story books, sandwich baggies full of earrings, and half-eaten boxes of Little Debbies that were probably smushed by now. I’d sold my bed, couch, and kitchen table for a fraction of their worth and had given my TV to Stacy for all the times she’d watched David for free. I’d also asked her to hold on to my rocking chair, the one piece of furniture I couldn’t bear to part with, until I could come back for it. I’d taken bags of clothes and toys that David had outgrown plus my old dresses, purses, and shoes to Goodwill, and still the minivan was bursting with the painfully mundane trappings of my life.
If I’d sped past myself on the highway five years ago (and undoubtedly I would have, because the Caravan wasn’t capable of high speeds), I would have looked at the maroon minivan missing its hubcaps; the back windows blocked by lumpy garbage bags and last minute additions to the trunk like Candy Land, a bag of kitty litter, a dustbuster; and then the driver—a pretty, twenty-two-year-old girl with dirty blond hair and a perfect nose sporting glamorous sunglasses, a bleach-stained T-shirt and frown lines, and thought—where the hell did she go wrong? And then I would’ve zipped past, changed lanes, secure in my own bright future, and forgotten her.
Ha. What a sucker I’d been. What I sucker I still was.
I raised my eyes to the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of David rocking back and forth in his booster seat, singing quietly to himself, “The tie-ran-a-suss rex had big big teeth, big big teeth, big big teeth. The tie-ran-a-suss rex had big big teeth when dino-suss roamed the earth.” In her pink crate on the seat next to him, Vivien Leigh was mewling her dissatisfaction, as she had been since we’d left Milwaukee an hour ago.
        “How you doing back there, buckaroo?” I called over my shoulder.
        He lifted his blond head and squinted thoughtfully. “Me and kitty are singing,” he said.
        “I can hear that. Do you need to go potty?”
        He squinted again and cocked his head. “No.”
        Which meant yes. I popped a stick of watermelon gum into my mouth. “We’ll stop at a gas station in a few minutes and you can go.”
        The AC had been wheezing and puffing out only a tepid breeze, so as soon as I pulled off at the next exit, I cracked the windows and the pungent, familiar smell of manure blew in. Yep, definitely not far from our new home now. Strands of my hair whipped across my face, and I wished I could remember where I had packed my brush—probably in one of the duffel bags at the very bottom of the pile. Oh well. Who was there to impress at this Podunk gas station anyway? There were only four pumps, and a homemade sign advertising BAIT! BRATS! HOTDOGS! God, I hoped there were indoor bathrooms.           
        “Can kitty come out, Mommy?” David asked as I unstrapped him from his booster seat. Sensing freedom was near, Vivien Leigh was yowling for all she was worth.   
        “No, she’s fine,” I said and held out my arms for him to jump down. “We won’t be long.”
        David curled his pointer finger around one of the metal bars of her crate sympathetically. “Do you want food, kitty? Do you want to play? Do you need to go potty?”
        I glanced inside her crate. She shot me a haughty look and then, seeming to think better of it, let out a pitiful meow. “Oh, don’t be such a diva.” I manually propped the side windows open an inch.
        David looked unconvinced, but he slid into my arms anyway.            
        Inside, a country music radio station played over the speakers, and the tiled floors looked like they hadn’t been mopped or swept in twenty years. Crystals of salt leftover from winters long ago stuck in the soles of my sandals. David galloped straight for the candy aisle.
        “No candy,” I said in my best I’m-not-in-the-mood-so-you-better-not-startvoice. The man at the register craned his neck to get a good look at us, but I ducked behind a rack of trucker hats as I steered David’s little body to the restroom. Suspicious of what state the bathroom would be in, I flung the door open and flicked the light on with my elbow. It was pretty much in keeping with the rest of the gas station: sad gray tiles, scrunched-up paper towels on the floor, drippy faucet, toilet seat flipped up to reveal what I hoped was a ring of mildew.
        “Don’t touch anything,” I instructed David and guided him inside.
        He stood in front of the toilet for a second and then faced me. “Go outside, Mommy.”
        “Just go potty, David.”
        He frowned. “Go outside.  I’m a big boy.” It was his rebuttal to everything lately.  
        I glanced at my phone—it was three o’clock already, and I’d told Duffy we’d be there around one—and blew out a sigh of resignation. “Fine.  But don’t touch anything, and wash your hands when you’re done. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
        When the door closed with another click, the cashier’s head darted up again. Unluckily, we had a direct view of each other as I waited outside the bathroom. He was middle-aged with a thick brown beard and a green plaid shirt. I supposed he was a nice enough guy—somebody’s uncle who sent birthday cards with a twenty inside, the best bowler on his team, maybe—but all I felt right then were his eyes crawling all over me, undoubtedly trying to determine the color of my bra and the cut of my underwear. Yuck.
        I narrowed my eyes at him and then feigned interest in the odd assortment of items shelved nearby—windshield wiper fluid and ice scrapers right alongside boxes of tampons and bags of Funyuns. My gum was starting to lose its flavor, and I hadn’t heard the toilet flush or the water run yet.  I pressed my ear against the door.
        “Everything okay in there, buckaroo? Need any help?”                    
        David didn’t respond, but I thought I could hear him singing softly: “…when dino-suss roamed the earth…”
        I pressed on the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “David!” I called. Was the door stuck or had he locked it? “Let Mommy in, okay?” I was acutely aware that the bearded cashier was watching the whole scene with interest.
        “It’s time to go, David. Let me in so we can wash up and then go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.” I jiggled the handle again, but no luck. I squatted down to be at his level and spoke into the crack. “Did you lock yourself in? You need to turn the knob or the little dial thingy, okay?”
        “I know how to lock and unlock the door,” David said. It sounded like he was crouching, his mouth hovering near the door jamb.
        “Great. Then unlock it so I can come in.” I stood up and swung my purse back over my arm.
        “Need any help there, honey?” the cashier called.
        I didn’t even bother to look up. “No, thanks.  We’re fine.”
        “Alrighty then,” he said, heavy on the skepticism. “Let me know if you change your mind.” Like he was worried my son was going to wreak havoc in his precious, pristine gas station bathroom. Right.
        “David, unlock the door right now,” I hissed.
        “If I unlock the door, can I have candy?”
        “No deal. Unlock the door this instant, David.” My tone was stern, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. My four-year-old clearly had the upper hand here. The cashier knew it, I knew it; even David knew it.     
        There was a long pause, then the sound of water rushing. I could only imagine what he was doing inside. Unscrewing pipes? Playing in the toilet? Licking the floor?
        “It’s time to go, David. Please unlock the door for Mommy.” I was so tired. I’d been up until three the night before packing the minivan and attempting to cover up the holes in the walls and scrub out the carpet stains for our apartment inspection. Not that I’d gotten my deposit back anyway.
        The water stopped. “If I unlock the door, can I have animal crackers?”
        Fine. Given the circumstances, it seemed a small concession to make. I was starting to worry Vivien Leigh was dehydrating into cat jerky in the minivan. “Yes, if you unlock the door you can have a snack.”
        “Animal crackers?”
        “Sure. Whatever. Just open the door.”
        A few seconds passed and then the door clicked, and I scrambled to open it. David looked up at me with his wide brown eyes.
        I gripped his shoulder a little too tightly and peered in the toilet. The water was grungy, but not yellowish at all. “Did you go potty?”
        “No, Mommy. I told you I don’t need to go potty.”
        “David,” I said, and then stopped, too angry to continue. Count to ten, twenty, a hundred, whatever it takes, Stacy was fond of saying. You can’t take back your words. I bit my lip. “Don’t ever do that again. Now let’s get your snack and get back on the road before Grandma Duffy starts to think we changed our minds.”
        Of course there were no animal crackers, so we settled on a dusty package of mini chocolate muffins, which I was pretty sure had been sitting on the shelf a few years past their absent sell-by date, but David wouldn’t be dissuaded. The cashier enjoyed a good close-up of my cleavage in my V-neck as we checked out but then sent me a disapproving look as I handed the muffins over to David. Great, even he thought I was a totally incompetent mother.
        I buckled David into his booster seat somewhat gruffly, but enamored with his mini muffins, he didn’t seem to notice. The standoff in the gas station was just another one of the footholds I lost with him every day. Sleeping in his T-ball jersey and socks? Sure, why not? As long as the cleats came off. Eating a Swiss Cake Roll for breakfast? Fine. How different was it really in nutritional value from a Pop-Tart or doughnut? Burying and then digging up his action figures in various holes in the backyard like a dog? Whatever. As long as it kept him occupied. I was a disaster at discipline because David knew my Achilles heel—I didn’t have any energy left in me to fight.
        As I pulled out of the gas station, I did a double take. Leaning against one of the pumps was a blond man wearing a leather jacket, despite the heat. He was much too tall and heavyset to be Patrick, but my pulse accelerated anyway. No matter how much time passed, Patrick would always be my own personal boogeyman, lurking behind every corner.
        “Tell me a story,” David said around a peaty mouthful of chocolate muffin.
        My head felt like a wasp’s nest—brittle and buzzing. “Not now, buckaroo. Maybe later if you’re good. I need to focus on the road now.”