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Monday, October 24, 2016

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Where the Sun Hides by Bethany-Kris & London Miller {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Where the Sun Hides by Bethany-Kris & London Miller

Release Date: May 31st 2016 by CreateSpace
Pages: 252
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

In places where the sun can hide, the darkest betrayals are made.

Violet Gallucci and Kazimir Markovic have grown up in the same city, but on opposite sides of the game they call life—Violet, an Italian principessa della mafia, and Kaz, a Russian Bratva heir. Lines have been drawn, and they know not to cross them.

Their paths crossed once, a long time ago, but when they meet again, the territory and rules set out by their families that have kept them separated seem to bleed away.

She's more than her last name …

He’s more than a Russian …

But secrets from the past—and the people determined to keep them hidden—have other plans for Violet and Kaz.

Rival families.

One city.

Star-crossed lovers.

They should be enemies.

It could mean war.

This is just the beginning …

From authors Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) and London Miller (Volkov Bratva) comes a thrilling, sexy new series—Seasons of Betrayal. Where the Russians and Italians clash in culture, mafia … and love.

Purchase: Amazon


“What did she take?”

Violet clenched her teeth. “I don’t know. That’s why we were leaving.”

“Does she need a hospital?”

“She needs a bed and water,” Nicole interjected.

“You need stitches,” he said, glancing down at Nicole’s arm. “You’re bleeding all over my couch.”

Nicole just glared.

Violet held back her grin, knowing it wasn’t the time.

“We’re really sorry,” Violet said, hoping to appease to the guy so he would let them go without any more trouble. “We just wanted a good time—this club is supposed to be the hottest thing on Coney right now, and someone must have spiked our friend’s drink. We don’t want problems. We really don’t want the cops involved, so if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t be.”

The man’s lips drew into a thin, grim line as he looked the girls over. “I will make sure you all get home safe and sound.”

Violet didn’t like that idea at all. She could still hear her father in the back of her head, repeating his warnings. Keep out of Coney Island, don’t go too deep into Brooklyn, and stay the hell away from Russians.

It was more likely that whoever this guy was didn’t have anything to do with the kinds of Russians her father demanded she stay away from, but Violet knew where the lines were drawn with Alberto Gallucci. She often tested them, occasionally even jumping over them when her father wasn’t looking.

Russians were not one of them.

“We can take a cab,” Violet said. “We took one here.”

The man didn’t look all too impressed with that idea. He opened his mouth to speak, but the office door opened from behind Violet, stopping whatever he was going to say.

“Everything good, brat?”

Violet turned fast on her heel at the new voice.

And froze.

He was tall—over six feet—and built like he ran a ten-K every day. The black suit he wore hugged his frame, but the jacket was left unbuttoned, showcasing a white silk dress shirt that was pulled taut across his chest.

The man was cut.

Violet swallowed hard and met the man’s stare.

Gray eyes, like the other man’s but more intense, looked her up and down with a slow, predatory fashion. His face was framed by a strong jaw dotted with a couple days’ worth of scruff and sharp cheekbones. His lips, full enough to draw in her attention, curled up at the edges into a grin of sorts.

She thought it looked more like a smirk.

He raised a hand and ran it through his short, dark hair that was tapered at the sides but a little longer down the middle.

But it wasn’t so much the action that caught her attention, but the black ink marked on his hand. An upturned spider that looked to be crawling up under the sleeve of his suit jacket rested upon a web.

Her gaze cut back to his when he dropped his hand back to his side.

He looked familiar. She was sure that she should know him, but in her semi-drunken state, she was coming up with nothing.

The man’s smirk quickly faded into a mask of cool, calm nothingness. He looked past her to the man behind her and said one word that chilled her entirely.



Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something ... when she can find the time.

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With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series.

She currently resides in southern Georgia where she drinks far too much coffee, and spends her nights writing.

To learn more about London Miller and her novels, please visit her through her social media. 


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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Stage Left by Ali Parker {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Stage Left by Ali Parker

Release Date: March 20th 2016 by BrixBaxter Publishing
Pages: 158
Genres: Adult, Romance

From Best Selling Author, Ali Parker comes a new Billionaire Series filled with sexiness, humor and intense attraction... 

Ethan Lewis has been in the bright lights for as long as he can remember. He’s just turned the cusp of celebrating his twenty-fourth birthday, and yet he feels more like eighty. Living the life of a celebrity isn’t all it is chalked up to be, and dealing with the unruly number of women who are more interested in his billions than who he is as a person is getting old. He has resigned himself to giving up on love and focusing on the only thing that truly gives back – his career. 

Riley Phillips has always dreamed of being on a big stage with the warmth of the spotlight baring down on her, but she just couldn’t seem to catch the right agent’s attention. After giving a quick commencement speech as Valedictorian of her graduating class at Billmore High, she’s offered something she can’t refuse... The chance to work in Hollywood. It’s not all it’s chalked up to be, but she works hard and finally gets her big break four years down the line. There is a new movie that her agent wants her to audition for, and her co-star? The dreamy Ethan Lewis. 

She scores the part, but soon regrets it due to his callous, overbearing persona. He’s nothing like the public touts, and she for one isn’t impressed. 

Funny enough, he is - immensely. 

This is book 1 in a continued series. 

18+ Explicit sexual content and possible foul language.


Being an Indie Author and Loving it!

I think from a young age I’ve always been independent, always looking for a way to forge a new path and climb a steep hill and do it mainly on my own. I think like most Indies, I started by trying the traditional route and after loads of rejection, it was just easier to forget it. A few friends of mine are making it big in the indie world and have reluctantly pulled me into it as well. I will tell you that it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.

I’m not a superstar, but a story teller – which is all I ever wanted to be. I set my schedule, write what I want, love on you guys by giving away whatever the hell I want to and life FEELS right/good.

Let me tell you why else I love being Indie.

1. No one will ever love my book as much as me. It’s my creation and having the freedom to choose what it looks like and where the plot goes is all mine to decide. I don’t have someone standing over my shoulder making it “better” by their definition of “better.”

2. I can spend as little or as much time, energy and money as I want. Obviously the more I put into it, the more I’m going to get out of it, but that’s with anything in life. The cool part is that if I’m a good editor or if I can design my own cover, then those are costs to be saved and skills to be used.

3. I belong. In a world of independent authors I find myself fitting in just perfectly. We all work hard and dream big and the encouragement is beyond belief. I don’t have to write a certain genre or stick to a certain structure in the plot. I simply write, promote and support and honestly feel great about myself at the end of the day.

Being an Indie author, to me, doesn’t really have anything to do with being Independent though. It’s a statement that says I’m capable of making every step along this book writing/producing platform to take a dream from start to finish. The truth of what Indie authors are doing is showing the world that there still exists hope. Hope to dream big and work hard to make that dream a reality.

That’s why I love being Indie!


Ali Parker is a full-time contemporary romance writer who left a life in Corporate America to try out living a dream. She loves coffee, watching a great movie and hanging out with her hubs. By hanging out, she means making out. Hanging out is for those little creepy elves at Christmas. No tight green stockings for her.

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Ali also writes Sci-Fi Romance under Liza Probz -, and Western Romance under Jessica Mills -


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Sunday, October 23, 2016

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ The Reaping by Shirley Anne Edwards {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

The Reaping by Shirley Anne Edwards

Release Date: October 23rd 2016 by Shirley Anne Edwards
Genres: Horror, Young Adult

The quaint village where Adela Jane lives is surrounded by fear. At night, a centuries old green mist covers the land and controls the animals within the forest. Lately, Adela feels someone or something is following her every move. Unbeknownst to her, the mist waits for the perfect moment to make her his. Adela feels trapped by her small town life and burdened by her love she keeps hidden for her best friend’s older brother, Nathan Alexander. But all that changes on her eighteenth birthday when Nathan admits his love and desire to marry her. Adela’s joy is cut short when the mist kidnaps her and takes her to his secret underground lair. Her nightmare has only just begun when the mist makes Adela his bride.

What of the Jabberwocky fell in love with Alice from Lewis Caroll’s Through the Looking Glass? That’s the question tackled in The Reaping. A Young Adult with an atmospheric Gothic feel, and elements from such classic novels, as Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera and John Fowles’ The Collector.

Purchase: Amazon


The night grew cold, and heavy rain pounded the house. The wail of the wind combined with the yelps and growls of the possessed animals attacking one another in a pitiful harmony. The mist probably drifted in and out, waiting for its next kill. I hoped its potential victims had locked themselves away in the safety of their houses. Some probably slept with the covers over their heads as a way to ignore what occurred outside. I did that myself when fright took hold of me. Just one of the many things I had to deal with living on my own.

I tried to pay no heed to what transpired right outside my front door. But sometimes, I couldn’t ignore the longing to run outside during a rainstorm or view the stars on my front porch on a clear night. Instead, I usually settled for a few hours of reading or sewing before I went up to bed.

The nights were cold. It could be the dead of winter or the hot and humid middle of the summer, and, still, once the night set, I bundled up in my flannel nightgown to keep warm. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like shut in my house with uncomfortable heat and humidity.

After locking up, I took a sponge bath to clean away the dirt and sweat from the long day. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror in my nightgown and slippers while I brushed my hair. Tomorrow morning, before service, I would wash my hair. For now, I felt refreshed enough and relaxed, enjoying the bristles of the brush on my scalp.

I didn’t want to let go of this feeling of happiness. I hoped this was a sign of the wonderful things to come, of a future where Nathan Alexander and I would be more than friends. He wanted to talk to tomorrow. Oh, to think he’d made a decision about us! I’d already made mine so long ago.

Ez spread out at the foot of my bed, licking his paws. The distinct howl of the wind and a sudden boom shook the house. I flinched and finished brushing my hair. When a flash of lightning glared through the boards over my windows, I decided to get in bed.

One of my travelogues lay on top of the bedside table. I would read for a while by candlelight. The more privileged villagers already owned electric lights. Nathan Alexander’s family had been the first this year. I enjoyed the candlelight but preferred lights that could turn on with a touch. Ez climbed up on the pillow next to me. His purrs helped me fall asleep.

Another loud boom shook the house, and my drooping eyes snapped open.


It sounded like someone called out my name. I shivered and noticed Ez still dozing.

He didn’t seem too concerned, based on his loud snores. If I left him outside, his eyes would turn red, and his claws would attack anything that came near him. I almost picked him up to cuddle, but let him be.

The window across my room vibrated. The downpour splattered heavy against its wooden board. Remembering Nathan’s successful swipe and circle of my home, I relaxed. Also, the mist stayed low to the ground. I knew for a fact because I had witnessed it.

Whereas others refused to look out their windows, I enjoyed peeking outside and watching the mist and its animals play in the moonlight. I did this many times as a child. I stopped peeking when my mother died. But at this moment, I felt the need to do so again. I licked my lips, nervous but motivated. Before I went to sleep, I would do something both scary and thrilling, much like the way I’d felt when Nathan Alexander kissed me earlier in the day.

I placed my hand on the wood near the window. The ivory curtains Nonnie sewed long ago didn’t move, but the wood over the window vibrated. I grabbed a chair to sit on and fiddled with a small piece of the board until it loosened. Inhaling deeply, the way I used to as a child when panicked, I sat in a chair and peered through the inch-wide hole. Rain ran down the windowpane but the thunder grew muffled and the lightning weaker as the storm passed.

The rain let up after a few moments, and several red beacons glowed among the trees and bushes. The sounds of the animals grew louder, for the storm no longer muffled them. I had the sudden urge to climb back in bed, pull the covers over my head, and pray away the ghastly screams of pain and suffering.

But the mist, that phantom substance, emerged, whether there was a storm or not. It covered the grass like green-tinged snow, looking as harmless as a fog deep in the mountains. Could the mist reach that high? Is that where I could be safe to view the stars in the sky and breathe in the night air without the constant worry of death?

It danced and circled my shed and yard. A few rabbits ran away from a deer. The deer moved fast, grabbed one of the rabbits in its mouth and tore it apart. The dead rabbit landed on the wet grass in a bloody heap, and the deer’s hooves stomped on it. The deer’s head moved up and down in confusion. The mist came out fast, wrapping around the deer’s legs. The animal bleated a sorrowful tune.

The deer left, but the rabbit carcass remained, and scavengers crept out to eat its flesh. I watched that destruction, mesmerized, but then found something else to view. My eyes must have played tricks because very close to my house and almost under my bedroom window appeared the silhouette of a man. I jerked back and shook my head. There was no possible reason for someone to be there. I must be confused. I peeked through the hole again.

The man stood under my window, cloaked in mist. Due to the buildup of condensation on the glass, I couldn’t get a clear look at his face or the type of clothes he wore. My cheek dug in the wood as I tried to make out his features. I stared for countless minutes as this apparition stood unharmed. My breathing became heavy, and I trembled. Who could this be?

Some part deep down inside wanted to unlock the boards and open the window to inspect this very brave yet stupid person who stood there as if it was the middle of the day with no consideration for the danger surrounding him. The animals didn’t attack him. My mind must be playing tricks on me because it appeared he was a part of the mist. He disappeared before my eyes when the window rattled from a brisk wind. I stumbled out of the chair, slammed the small piece of wood back in the hole, and placed my hands over my mouth. Ez hissed and jumped off the bed and rubbed his body on my legs.

How could someone vanish before my eyes?

Could the mist have transformed itself into the solid form of a person to fool me?

And how would the mist know I watched it?

I couldn’t stop the shakes jarring my body. When the wind shook my house again, I blew out the candles, climbed in bed, and threw the covers over my head. Ez settled on top of my pillow, near my head. I lay on my side in a ball, whispering a prayer under my breath. I mouthed these words to save my soul over and over until I drifted off into an unsettling sleep where I dreamed I lost my way in the woods and something horrible chased me. Dread stayed with me late into the night, making me wake up for short periods of time.

Based on what I saw, I would never to look out my window again at night. It was inconceivable to think the mist watched me and wasn’t some mindless thing that killed without warning. If it owned a stream of consciousness, it must be more powerful than anyone could ever imagine.

The idea the mist could be a living, breathing thing was too horrifying.


Shirley Anne Edwards is a Northeast girl who first found her love for books when she read Nancy Drew’s The Secret of the Old Clock Tower at thirteen. Shirley found her love for writing at a very young age, and since then has let her imagination run wild by creating quirky characters and vast worlds in her head.

Shirley lives in New Jersey and works in the entertainment industry in New York City.

In the immortal words of Mark Twain: “Life is short, Break the Rules. Forgive quickly, Kiss SLOWLY. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never regret ANYTHING That makes you smile.”


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Saturday, October 22, 2016

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Incandescently by Sylvie Parizeau { Q&A + GIVEAWAY!}

Incandescently by Sylvie Parizeau

Release Date: October 22nd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

LIAM O’SHEA, bestseller author of the SciFi saga, Eiloe.

All I knew was pain – a childhood filled with cruelty and villains who used and abused.

Until Éolie.

I first heard her sweet, angelical voice in the dark of night, when I lay bathed in my own impending death. Seventeen years later, it’s not the nightmare she pulled me out of that haunts me, but the glimpse of Happily Ever After she revealed just before disappearing.

They said she was a figment of my boundless imagination. A wish. A dream. Until I had no choice but to believe them, cherishing my imaginary savior the only way I knew how – in fiction and lore.

But fantasy has a way of transforming reality. When I finally tire of being a citizen of the world, I take an impromptu sabbatical as a professor at a small college on the coast of Maine. And there I see her, the girl with the sea-green eyes and angelic voice.

My world turns upside down. Turns out my girl is for real, and the pull between us is anything but imaginary.

Happily Ever After has a story … and this one is mine.

Purchase: Amazon



I was born and raised in Montréal (Québec), the world’s second-largest French-speaking city (ever heard of Paris by any chance?;).

Want to explore Montréal?

Montréal is a pretty cool city. However, back in those years, I admit to existing through the winter months only to come truly alive in the summer time (La Belle Saison), running free at a lake cottage up in Les Laurentides, where I now live full time.

Happily Ever After. No longer winter challenged. Virtually hugging trees every morning.

THE FAVORITES? (Oh, no. Do I have to?)

What is your favorite book?

You mean... I only get to pick one? That’s just... so cruel.

I have lots of favorite books and authors within my favorite genre, ANYTHING ROMANCE. In an ever-growing list that took on a life of its own.

I’m not kidding. For a short and sweet sampling, visit Mes Coups de Coeur ( whenever you feel like it.

For as long as I can remember, I have always been a bookworm. The shy one, the quiet one. I have older siblings and by the time I came around, I fortuitously had access to an extensive library already. Books fascinated me from then on, and even though I couldn’t read any of them yet, I used to get lost in stories I made up just from the images for hours on end.

Add to it that my favorite Saturday afternoons in the winter time were spent at the public library, in a tête-à-tête with shelves upon shelves of books, and voilà. You have me in a nutshell.

And then... E-books happened.

Browsing anytime, on my time? Downloading books in just one click? Even from under my rock, on top of a mountain, in a forest, in the middle of nowhere? With a full library of my beloved neatly following me wherever I go? With minimal imprint on trees I virtually hug every morning? And here I am, revolutionized.

Anticipation? Character building.

Instant book gratification? Decadent bliss.

Les favorites en vrac :

favorite color : blue, from the lightest azure to the darkest navy, and all the nuances in between.

favorite dish: anything pasta.

favorite time of the day: cuddling time.

favorite snack: aaaaah! Keep me far away from Cheetos. Bad Sylvie.

favorite keyboard keys: Ctrl,S.

favorite flowers: wild myosotis, lavender, echinacea, wild daisies.

favorite day of the week: Saturday.

favorite plants: ferns, moss.

favorite mood: happy.

favorite people: romance book readers.


I have a writing/reading nook upstairs with a window seat, and a view of the forest. A view I’m more than happy to share en direct from my winter wonderland on my home page.

It’s a quiet room. A peaceful room. When I step into that room, I step into an alternate universe, and it puts me in the frame of mind needed. I let the surrounding beauty infuse me.

Sometimes, depending on my mood, I plug in headset earphones to immerse myself in background music. Mostly without lyrics, otherwise, I get lost into the story unfolding within the song.

Beyond that, I don’t require much else to keep me going for hours on end. I get by with only a shot of organic guarana caffeine once in a while (okay, maybe more than once in a while. I’ll never tell.).


Life. Love. Laughter.

The written words.

Art, in its many forms.

Man’s creative genius.

The Earth’s abundant, natural wonders.

Breathing in the moment, letting it seep, blending into it.


A paralegal by day and incurable romantic by night, Sylvie is a cross-genre, and she takes Happily Ever After very seriously. The End just isn’t in her vocabulary.

An incorrigible daydreamer, she now feeds her obsession with epilogues by concocting stories in which heroes deal with the happy from the get-go. Ready, or not. And she confesses under oath to loving every minute of it.

Sylvie lives her own Happily Ever After in the beautiful mountains of Les Laurentides in Northern Quebec, alongside her whole set of characters.

In between treks in their backyard wilderness, you can find them hanging out at 


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Friday, October 21, 2016

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Marry Me Mad by Katy Regnery {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Marry Me Mad by Katy Regnery

Release Date: October 21st 2016 by Katharine Gilliam Regnery
Series: Blueberry Lane 3
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows?

Katy Regnery's Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings!

For as long as Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure and experience. When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister, Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again.

Purchase: Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo


Cort nuzzled her forehead, and she sighed in her sleep, burrowing closer, her nipples rubbing against his chest, her arms tightening around his torso. His heart swelled. Despite the other women who had shared his bed over the course of his lifetime, he couldn’t remember a single one, because none of them mattered except this one.

I’m yours, she’d said as they climaxed together in the single most earth-shattering moment of his life. And I’m yours, he thought. I always have been.

“I’m going to marry you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her hair. “Marry me, Mad.”

“Mmm,” she murmured. “Yes.”

He froze, holding his breath as his eyes widened. My God, had she heard him?

“Mad?” he whispered, but she didn’t answer. “Baby, are you awake?”

She didn’t stir, didn’t murmur, and there was no hitch in her breathing or tightening of her muscles. Had she said “yes” in her sleep? Had her subconscious heard him and asked her lips to answer? He smiled, relaxing as he pulled her closer.

He’d take a dreamy yes.

For now.


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.


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