Monday, 30 March 2015

Blog Tour: Look After Me by Elena Matthews

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Book: Look After Me
Series: Look After You #2
Author: Elena Matthews
Genre: New Adult/Dark Contemporary Romance
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The moment Sebastian Gilbert watches his fiancée declare her undying love to another man, his entire life changes.


Unable to cope with the loss of his fiancée, his job… his life, he turns to the one thing that will help ease the pain.


Seven long months later…

Sebastian has checked out of rehab, but after three months locked behind those doors, away from the outside world, he’s struggling to adapt to his new life. His thoughts are clouded with anger… bitterness…


When he reaches out to his drug counselor from rehab, his one and only lifeline, he begins to find hope.

Addison Scott is sweet, smart, and understands him in a way that no one else does. As she helps Sebastian rebuild his life, their friendship grows.

But lines become blurred…

Sebastian’s broken heart is slowly mending, but will letting Addison in shatter it once more?

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Copyright © Elena Matthews 2015


I’m clutching Ava’s hand as if my life depends on it. My entire body is shaking as I look at the love of my life, my fiancée, the mother of my child in sheer desperation. I love her so damn much. I don’t care that she cheated on me. I don’t care that she didn’t tell me her secret. I can forgive her, I can...
“Where do we go from here, Ava?”
“I have to follow my heart,” Ava says painfully.
“And what does your heart say?”
My adrenaline goes up a notch as I wait for her terrifying answer. I can see her eyes begin to fill with tears and my heart thuds against my chest as I witness the look of pain etched along her beautiful yet battered face. God, the things he did to her… I can’t even contemplate it. Fuck.
Please say it’s me...
I need you...
I love you.
My eyes widen hopelessly as she opens her mouth to speak.
“That Ashton’s the one I want to be with.”
My chin begins to tremble on its own accord, and my insides snap and shatter at her words. An indescribable pain ricochets across my chest and I find it impossible to find my next breath. The tears I didn’t realize I held, begin to fall.
The motherfucking floodgates open and I cry hysterically in the arms of the woman who doesn’t love me anymore.
In that one moment, everything changes, and I turn to the only thing I know will numb the pain of my loss.

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Receptionist by day, author by night, Elena Matthews is from Manchester, United Kingdom, the home of Manchester United, Media city and of course, Coronation Street. When Elena isn’t writing, she can be found with her nose in a book or watching guilty pleasures such as Gossip Girl, developing a rather unusual liking to Chuck Bass. And when she isn’t doing any of those things, you can often find her on Facebook, obsessing over Kellan Kyle, book boyfriend extraordinaire

Elena spent three years of her life at Salford University studying media production, to decide she no longer wanted to pursue a career in the media. Instead, it took her another two and half years to realise her calling. Writing. Now she lives and breathes her writing. She even had to tell her colleagues at work whenever she is found daydreaming at her desk, it’s because she is conversing with her characters.

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Release Day Blitz: His To Protect by Caissy Boudreau

His To Protect
By: Caissy Boudreau
Release Date: March 30th

Centuries ago the UnSeelie princes reigned chaos over the worlds.  Eventually they were captured and imprisoned.  Many centuries later the Seelie Court blessed several families with a special gift.  One of the gifts would keep the balance between the worlds.  These sacred creatures are meant to protect the innocent from the evil in the world.
Ramzi is the second oldest of five brothers.  He runs a pub in a small town in Scotland with his brothers.  He longs for a chance at love.  The past few months he has been plagued with dreams of a blonde haired beauty.  One day he realizes that she is real.  He instantly feels a connection to her….
Faith longs to not feel so alone anymore.  She travel with her sisters constantly.  She is riddled of dreams with a blue eyed man.  Who is this man?  One day she and her sisters are chased from where they were living to a small town in Scotland.  There she meets the man of her dreams.
The Unseelie princes has escaped prison and plan to wreak havoc on the world. But first they must find these special women to help fulfil their plans.
Can Ramzi save Faith and her sister?  Or will they fall victim to the evil of the princes?

Caissy was born and raised in South Louisiana.  She now lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and 2 kids.  She has 2 dogs and 5 cats.  She is an avid reader and she is a lover of all things paranormal.  Her favorite is vampires.  Since she was a teenager she has been obsessed with vampires.  She enjoys spending time with her family and friends.  She enjoys watching hockey and football.  Her children are both diagnosed with Autism.  They are now 14 and 13.  She has been married to the love of her life for 15 years.
Her debut novel Skylar's Dream is based on her dad.  She lost her dad 15 years ago to suicide.  She has dedicated this book in memory of him.  He was a strong influence in her life.  Her grandmother's continue to guide her and give her encouragement everyday.
She has always wanted to write since she first read “The Vampire Lestat” by Anne Rice.  She has never had the courage until recently.  Her husband encouraged and guided her to accomplish her dreams.    Her children are true inspirations to her.  She does not take anything for granted.  Everyday is a blessing.

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Matt- The Beginning by Viveca Benoir

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Book: Matt: The Beginning
Series: Prequel to: To Murder Matt (Can be read as a standalone)
Genre: Dark/Erotic Romance
Author: Viveca Benoir
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Matt is a devil amongst men.

In 'To Murder Matt,' Matt was the most hated man on the planet. People around him wanted to murder him. He was abusive, mean and a downright nasty character that you prayed you would never meet.

Here we read his story. We join him on his journey through life from his very first breath and we find out why he becomes a devil amongst men.

Whatever you think you know about Matt, throw it out of the window, it’s wrong. You need to read his story.

A twisting dark novel of grand passions, heart breaking love, betrayal, death, deceit and lies.

Important. Suitable for 18+ Adults only. Contains sexually explicit scenes.

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“That’s it. Push! Harder!” The woman lying on the bed screamed, her face screwed up in agony as the pain wracked her body. “That’s it. Good Girl, and again.” She screamed again, and pushed with all her might. Her face coming forward as she tried to scrunch her body up and push the baby out. Her face screwed up in effort, her forehead glistening with sweat. Her massive stomach cramping in pain. She had been rushed in, in the later stages of labour. Her white hospital gown, from another facility, was dirty with long term wear. Her hair was matted and her fingernails were clogged with dirt. The midwife didn’t care who she was, or where she came from. To her, she was a mother to be, and her job was to help her have her baby safely. BANG. The sudden loud sound caused the pregnant woman to scream in fear as there was a sudden explosion followed by a power cut that plunged them both into the darkness. “Merde.” The midwife muttered in the pitch black. The girl on the bed was screaming still, and now she couldn’t see what was happening; right at the crucial moment. She needed to deliver the baby. The girl was so close now. “Get me some lights in here,” she shouted to no one in particular. Then she spoke calmly towards the young woman giving birth. “Stay calm, ma Cherie, your baby will be fine. You can do this.” The girl on the bed grunted with the effort. She suddenly groaned and screamed again and the midwife put her hands forward in the dark to try and feel what was happening. She visualised the events in her mind and knew immediately what to do. She felt a baby start to fall forward into her hands. The head slimy with mucus, then the shoulder. She quickly put her fingers around the throat to feel for the umbilical cord, and pulled it over the head. Her actions instinctive, trained and experienced. She smiled as she felt the baby wriggle forward and slide fully into her hands, its arms warm and tiny. She loved this part of her job. The first moments of the miracle of life. She smiled too, because even without the lights, she could see. She had done this hundreds of times, but never in the dark like this. ‘I could do it blindfolded,’ she thought. Expertly she did everything she had done for all the other births she had assisted at. Tonight though, she was on her own. She cleared the nasal passageways and held the baby upside down and smacked the bottom hard. The baby let out a shocked cry and breathed in sharply followed by a loud trembling scream. “Well done, ma Cherie.” She said to the moaning woman. She was obviously tired. The midwife tied the umbilical cord and cut it before finding a towel so she could wrap and hand the baby to its new mother. She felt her way through the darkness towards her, her eyes still unaccustomed to the pitch black. “Here, take your baby. We will see what it is when the lights come back on.” She was just about to lay the baby on her breast when the girl on the bed screamed again and started wailing. She started panting again and making sounds as though she were bearing down again. “Huh?” The midwife said in surprise. “Are you having twins? Oh Dieu!” The woman grunted and began pushing down again. The midwife hastily put the baby on the side and began to assist the woman. The baby was screaming too, and she tutted to herself. ‘Did she have to do everything herself? And where were those lights?’ “Help me,” the woman said between pushes. “Help me.” “It’s ok, you are well. You already have one child, the next one is coming any minute now. You will be fine.” She felt a baby crowning, the head pushing through the already widened birthing canal. She held her hands there to guide it through. It landed into her hands, much as the first had done and again her skills kicked in. Still, in total darkness, she felt for the umbilical cord, she cleared the baby’s passageways and she held the baby upside down to help it breathe. She slapped its bottom and heard a great yell from the baby. Now there were two babies crying. ‘What a night.’ The midwife thought. The woman started screaming again. ‘Was there another Baby? Was it possible?’ She screamed differently though. More this time. She sounded in more pain than before. It was a blood curdling scream and she hoped never to ever hear it again. It sent shivers down her spine, and she had goose bumps on her arms. She rushed to assist her. “What? Another?” She said in confusion. She put the baby down on the side with the other and rushed back to her side. Her hands felt about in the darkness, there was only wetness between the woman’s legs. Lots of it. She was haemorrhaging badly, blood was pumping from between her legs, like a waterfall of warm wet stickiness. It gushed off the bed and dripped down to the floor, covering it in a slowly expanding red carpet of life. “Help me.” The woman said weakly. The midwife screamed for others to come and help her. She started to push towels between the new mother’s legs in a bid to staunch the bleeding. She could feel the blood pouring on to her feet. “It’s ok.” She said as calmly as she could. “You will be ok. Hold on. You have two beautiful babies. You will see them in a minute.” She said to the woman on the bed. In the background, the babies were both screaming, a sad wailing, as if they knew. They were cold, and alone. They wanted the warmth of their mother. Their cries were pitiful. She called out to others to come assist her. But nothing. No one came, for tonight everyone was busy; there was a strike on at the hospital and they were on a skeleton staff. When the lights finally came back on, the woman was dead. Blood was everywhere, her lifeless body looking as though she had been murdered. Stabbed. She had haemorrhaged everywhere. Her legs were wide open, the blood soaked towel doing little to staunch her life force as it seeped from her. Her arms were hanging listlessly over the side of the bed. Her eyes were looking up to the ceiling, forlorn and desperate. The midwife was covered in blood too. She was also standing in the sticky red life liquid that had dripped from the bed and pooled on the floor about her. She wept as she looked at the devastating scene around her. Never in all her nursing life had she ever lost a patient. This girl had been so young, so beautiful, even if she had come from the local insane asylum. S he didn’t deserve to die, not like this. The midwife looked at the two babies on the side. One was a boy, and one was a girl. “Come little one.” She said as she took the little girl into her arms. “I will keep you myself. I shall name you Marie.” She looked across at the little boy, his arms were flailing and his face was red and angry. “You,” she said sadly. “I cannot take, but I shall find you a home. You, I shall call Matthieu.” The baby boy, Matthieu, whimpered.

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Born to British Army parents, Viveca grew up in Europe and speaks six European languages fluently, which basically means she can buy food wherever she goes. Married, with two biological children, plus four adopted children. Now, years later, the kids all grown up, she is an international best selling author, writing a variety of genres. Her hobbies, when not writing, include sailing, flying, ski-ing, fencing, dressage, and playing the cello.

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To Murder Matt

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Sunday, 29 March 2015

Release Blitz: Declan by Ava Manello

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Book: Declan
Series: Wounded Heroes #1
Genre: Military/Suspense Romance
Author: Ava Manello
Cover: Margreet Assleburgs


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War almost destroyed them, but they survived thanks to their brother in arms Declan.

Coming home wasn't as sweet as they'd hoped, lives had moved on without them. For one it was all too much.

United by grief and angered by injustice the Wounded Heroes vow to always be there for each other.

Little do they know that's going to come sooner rather than later.

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The touch of my fingers sends a small tremor through her. I try to keep the massage firm, yet tender. I can already see some of the tension leaving her body. She groans as I knead the hard knot at the base of her neck. This past week has been a living nightmare for all of us, but especially her and the stress has really knotted her neck and shoulders.

My hands leave her skin for a moment as I reach for more body lotion. She moans in protest. There’s a delicate hint of coconut in the air as I warm it in my hands before applying it at the base of her spine.

I knead up and down her back, leaving a trail of warmth where I’ve passed. I can feel my cock twitching in my tight boxer briefs, begging to be let loose. It’s been too long since I allowed myself that particular pleasure. After everything that’s happened I wasn’t sure it would show interest in sex again, I’m pleased that it is, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Georgia is laying face down underneath me, dressed only in skimpy briefs so that I can massage her back. My legs are astride hers and I’m pretty sure she can feel my cock pushing against her. She says nothing though.

How the fuck did I find myself here? On this bed and in this position? This is my friend’s widow for fucks sake. I need to show him some respect. I need to remember the man that he was, not the shell he had become. He sank so low that there was no coming back. That’s why I’m here. We buried him today, so the last place I should be right now is in his widow’s bed.

I couldn’t ignore Georgia’s scream though as she’d woken from a nightmare, or the fat tears rolling down her face. She’s too young to be a widow; she’s not even forty. She has her whole life ahead of her. I’d consoled her by drawing her into my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her close. She’d whimpered when my hand touched her back. The downside of living with Max for these past few months had been the abuse. She may have outgrown most of the bruises but the residual pain was still there.

I’d offered her a back rub in my innocence, and that’s how I came to find myself here now, sitting on top of her and desperately begging my cock to go back into its usual state of stupor.

There’s something sensuous about caressing a woman’s skin, and it’s turning me on. As awful as it sounds it helps that I can’t see Georgia’s face. I couldn’t do this if I looked her in the eye. I need to just pretend she’s some anonymous stranger if I’ve any chance of getting through the rest of this night.

Georgia moans as I release a particularly deep knot in her shoulder, but it sounds more like a moan of passion than relief.

“Declan,” she pleads. “I need you. I need this.” She whimpers.

“I can’t.” I whisper back. “I can’t do it to Max.” I apologise.

“Fuck Max.” She hisses. “He didn’t give a shit about either of us these past few months. I need this.” She pauses. “And from the feel of your cock digging into my ass you need it too.” She reasons.

She’s right. I do need it. But I can’t.

“I can’t look you in the eye.” I apologise.

“Then don’t.” She reasons. She reaches down behind her, pulling her almost non-existent underwear down and raising her ass slightly. I can see her glistening pussy. She’s wet for me and I know for sure that my cock is hard for her.

I dismiss the guilt from my mind and release myself from my boxer shorts. Without allowing myself time to think about it I push into her. Fuck! That feels so good. It feels so tight and deep. I pause for a moment just enjoying the sensation, and Georgia lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.

“That feels fucking amazing.” She almost purrs.

Slowly I move in and out of her, each time it feels like I’ve gone deeper than the last. Her legs are trapped together between mine by her shoved down underwear and her ass is gripping tightly to my cock as I move in and out.

She moves a hand to caress my leg. I stop her by holding her arms down. From the satisfied moans she’s making, it’s clear she likes that. Her face is almost hidden in the mattress, the pillow already tossed aside. She’s got short hair, I want to grab hold of it and pull her head back each time I push into her, but it’s too short for that. It’s just long enough to hide her face, and that’s probably a good thing. If I saw her face right now I suspect my cock would deflate faster than a popped balloon.

The only sounds in the room are the slap of flesh against flesh as my movements become stronger as do our mutual groans of pleasure. I slap her ass sharply, and when she doesn’t protest I do it again. She’s pushing her ass back up against me, silently begging for more. I give it to her.

That’s when it all goes to shit. I’m having the best sex I’ve had in months, fuck it I’m having the only sex I’ve had in months, when I hear it.

A car backfires outside and I lose it. Suddenly I’m not in this suburban bedroom; I’m back in Afghanistan the day it happened. I can feel the heat, taste the sand in my mouth, and hear the screams of the other guys.

I snap out of it, just in time. My hands are round Georgia’s neck and I’m strangling her. She can barely breathe, let alone make a sound and her face is going a shade of purple. I release my hands quickly.

Georgia draws in a deep gulping breath of air before collapsing back down to the mattress and taking shallow breaths.

“What the fuck!” She croaks, her voice barely there and raspy.

What do I say; how the fuck do I explain the nightmare that I live constantly? I can’t. Instead I do the most dick move possible. I pull out of her and rush from the room without explanation.

Within minutes my bag is packed and I’m gone. Driving to an unknown destination in the dark of the night. I didn’t even say I was sorry.

I’m not sure where to go so I just drive. I’m not fit to be around normal people. Something broke in me out in Afghanistan, and I’m not sure I can ever be mended.

So I drive, and wait to see where the road takes me.

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Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,

I love erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.

I'm a mother, but most of all I'm me!

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Naked Nights #1

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The Black Basque

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Severed Angel 
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Carnal Desire
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Severed Justice 
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Blog Tour: The Awakening by Adria Wade

The Awakening (The Huntress Series Book 2)
By: Adria Wade
Release Day: March 26th, 2015
Blog Tour: March 29th – April 2nd
Hosted By: Author Sandra Love

After barely surviving the battle against her father and the hunters she once called family, chaos in Athena Bram's life ensues once more as an unknown threat is foreseen, leaving her and her friends defenseless and powerless against whoever it is that is coming. In the midst of danger ahead, her nemesis returns for revenge, only the threat against her life is far more sinister than Athena had anticipated. The world around her begins to darken and crumble once again as she endures the familiar pain of heartbreak, loss, and betrayal while she fights to protect the ones she loves and races against time to keep her own self alive.

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4 Stars

It was the Second book in The Huntress Series by Adria Wade. The first book in this series is The Forbidden.
It was the first book i read by this author and I pretty much liked it, I read the book 1 in this series as well and both the books were very well written, The character of Athena Bram was quite well built up. I like the story plot. It was very different and well executed. It was a page turner that kept me gripped in the story. 
It was overall a good book. Recommended to everyone. :)

The Forbidden (The Huntress Series Book 1)
By: Adria Wade
Release Date: September 25th, 2014

Edgy Y.A. Paranormal Romance 

Growing up in a hunter family where loyalty is expected, nineteen year old Athena Bram was taught that vampires were evil and ruthless and had to be killed in order to protect the human race. Only she is no ordinary huntress. Thanks to a serum that her scientist uncle invented, a powerful beast that lurks within her awakens, enabling her to gain superhuman powers. The best huntress in her hunter family, she is the most feared amongst the immortals...until she meets Lucas, the only vampire that renders her powerless against him. 

Captivated with him, Lucas was everything Athena did not expect. He was charming, alluring, and too gorgeous to resist. There was a whole other side to him that she did not know existed, leaving her to choose between her hunter family and the vampire she just could not live without. 

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An enthralling and fabulously written story. I absolutely love Athena's character. She is very confident with the person she is, even though those around her want her to be someone she is not. I read The Forbidden in one day. A book I would read over and over again. - Kat's Reading Corner Book Blog 

I LOVE this story! It's so much better than I expected. You read the synopsis and you may think... ok so this is like a twilight story. Nope, Athena is strong, independent and has a rich strong back story that sets up amazing story arc that will draw you in. Lucas is sexy, sweet, sarcastic, and loves being a vampire. The struggle between them feels real, nothing feels forced, and the conclusion to this story had me scrambling to immediately find out when the sequel is coming because I must have more! !! Amazing read!! - Hooked On Books Forever 

Adria Wade has had a passion for writing since she was a kid. Her favorite part about writing is getting lost in the world she created. She lives in Maryland and is the second oldest of eight children. When not writing, she loves to read, listen to her favorite bands, watch way too many eighties movies, and has a fascination with sharks.

The Forbidden(A Huntress Novel) is her first book, published September 2014. Please look for the second book in the series, The Awakening, in the summer of 2015.

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