Giveaway The Rose of Cavendish by Lea Cherry Blog Tour Start

Monday, January 20, 2014
Title: The Rose of Cavendish
Author: Lea Cherry
Series: Cavendish Series
Genre: YA / Fantasy
Publisher: Xlibris
Release Date: Oct 26 2011
Edition: Digital
Source: Author for Blog Tour and Honest Opinion
Anna-Belle, the Princess of Fae’s life was put into danger by the Empress' right hand man so she escaped the hold the guards and the palace had on her to save her life. That was when she came across Landon, who helped her escape and taught her a few things. She also met Keira, the shadow that Landon couldn’t get rid of, who had an instant dislike in Anna-Belle but tagged along when they fell off a cliff into the Elven Kingdom.
In the Elven Kingdom, Anna-Belle met Aranhil, the prince of elves and also her love interest in the story. It was there that she and her friends learned about a prophecy that Anna-Belle is the Chosen One and the only one who could find the Enchantress, who is needed to stop the darkness that is threatening her world. The only way to find the Enchantress was to travel towards the darkness to find an enchanted rose that can grant any wish that is pure of heart.
On this journey, Anna-Belle learns to harness her powers, finds an unlikely friendship and starts to fall in love. But it is also on this journey that the darkness threatens to unfold everything they have worked for. Anna-Belle gains strength, courage and friends, but loses a lot more when she finds The Rose of Cavendish.

Spotlight Compromising Willa by Diana Quincy

Lady Wilhelmina Stanhope is ruined and everyone knows it. Back in Town for the first season since her downfall, Willa plans to remain firmly on the shelf, assuming only fortune hunters will want her now. Instead she focuses on her unique tea blends, secretly supporting a coffee house which employs poor women and children. If her clandestine involvement in trade is discovered, she'll be ruined. Again.

No one is more shocked by Willa's lack of quality suitors than the newly minted Duke of Hartwell. Having just returned from India, the dark duke is instantly attracted to the mysterious wallflower. His pursuit is hampered by the ruthless Earl of Bellingham, who once jilted Willa and is now determined to reclaim her.

Caught between the clash of two powerful men, a furious Willa refuses to concede her independence to save her reputation. But will she compromise her heart?

Cam regarded Willa with weary resignation. “Your reputation cannot survive another scandal.”
“We shall marry,” Hart said in decisive tones, certain of the inherent rightness of his decision. “It is the only answer.”
Willa’s arms crossed under her chest, drawing his eye to her abundant, softly quivering bosom. One that would soon be his to cherish—along with the rest of this heavenly woman. The thought of it triggered a surprising burst of gladness in him. 
But she didn’t seem to be reacting with the same equanimity. “You two and your misplaced sense of honor are not going to force me into marriage with a man who has made his disdain for me quite clear.”
A glancing pain stung Hart’s chest. “Do you find the idea of marriage to me so abhorrent?” 
“I won't consent,” she said stubbornly to Cam. “My reputation be gone. I won't be forced into a silly charade of a marriage for no good reason. I won't do it.”
“I cannot force you.” Sadness weighted Cam’s voice. Willa exhaled with obvious relief, but then Cam turned to Hart. “She leaves me no alternative. I demand satisfaction.”
 “What! Are you cracked?” Willa blurted. “Don't be a fool. There is not going to be any duel!” 
Tension snaked into every muscle in Hart’s body. “Name your seconds, Camryn.” 
Willa whipped around to Hart. “Don’t be so beetle brained,” she cried. “Cam’s a perfect shot. He’ll kill you.” 
“So be it.” A sense of calm infused him. “Your honor has to be avenged.” 
“Avenged?” Willa's voice rose in panic. “What of your mother? You would leave her alone in this world? She has already lost one son. You would condemn her to a life without either of her children?” 
“It is not ideal, but I have little choice in the matter.” Heaviness settled in his heart. His mother’s grief would be unimaginable. “Name your seconds, Camryn.”
“Not ideal? Aren’t you the last of your line?” she asked in a voice gone shrill with a rising sense of panic.
He nodded in assent without taking his eyes off Cam’s stony expression. “What will it be, old friend, bullet or blade?” 
“Wait!” Desperation edged her voice. “You must give me time to consider this. If marrying Hartwell is the only alternative to you two killing each other, I should at least have a few days to consider it.”
“No.” Cam’s impenetrable stare moved from Hart to Willa. “I will have your consent now.”
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Diana Quincy is an award-winning former television journalist who decided she’d rather make up stories where a happy ending is always guaranteed. Growing up as a foreign service brat, Diana visited many countries and is now settled in Virginia with her husband and two sons. When not bent over her laptop or trying to keep up with  laundry, she enjoys reading, spending time with her family and dreams of traveling much more than her current schedule (and budget) allows.
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Giveaway & Review Ivory by F.M. Sherrill Blog Tour Start

Sunday, January 19, 2014
Title: Ivory
Author: F.M. Sherrill
Series: Ivory Saga
Genre: Fantasy/Action
Publisher: Red Frog Publishing
Release Date: July 7 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Source: Author for Blog Tour and Honest Opinion

As a child in the desert kingdom of Gryth, Ivory witnessed the brutal murder of her parents at the hands of a sinister race known as the Lecs.
Now Queen of her people, a vengeance-fueled Ivory launches a final battle to annihilate the enemy once and for all. But on the eve of war, betrayed by her own kind and left in the hands of the Lecs, she's forced to learn the shocking truth about their two peoples, and the diabolical curse that's plagued them for centuries.
Armed with newfound knowledge and unexpected allies, Ivory must face the real enemy that's haunted her all her life, and make a choice that will mean the difference between a new beginning and the end of the world.
Ivory is an exercise in duality made reality; an exploration of darkness and light, male and female, sun and moon… seen through the eyes of two cultures ripped apart by an ancient evil whose pain resonates through the ages like the beating of a drum.

Spotlight M-Day by D.T. Dyllin

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Zombies? That's kids stuff.  

Welcome to the ultimate battle of the sexes. Welcome to M-Day... 

Available now and on sale from February 7-14!


Title: M-Day (M-Day #1)
Author: D.T. Dyllin
Genre: Dystopian Romance
Publisher: Tik Tok Press
Cover Artist: Lindsay Tiry
Interior Book Design: The Eyes For Editing
Buy on Amazon: http://amzn.to/1fdcqz4


Before the day… before M-day… people used to read books and watch movies about zombies. They used to dress up as zombies; pretend to kill zombies… Basically, zombies had become a part of popular culture in a very unexpected way.

The highly anticipated zombie apocalypse never came.

What did come was much worse than any city over run with shambling corpses after brains and flesh. A virus… a virus that only affected men. Nobody knew what caused it, or where it had come from, not that it really mattered. It's here and there’s no going back.

Maxine was one of the lucky ones--she got out alive. She and her friends banded together to survive the new desolate conditions left behind by the virus. When a supply gathering mission goes awry, Max and company are left with no better choice than to trust a group of uninfected military men. No longer on the run from her infected husband, Max discovers there could be worse dangers for her on the horizon… Like losing her heart to her mysterious savior everyone calls Zee.  

About the Author

D.T. Dyllin is a Bestselling Romance Author who writes in both New Adult and Adult genres. She is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and also her local chapter, the MCRW (Music City Romance Writers).

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two spoiled GSDs.


Book Blitz Keep Breathing by Alexia Purdy

Friday, January 17, 2014

Title: Keep Breathing
Author: Alexia Purdy
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Adult
Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Press
Release Date: January 15 2014

Seth Kingston is back in town with years of regrets. Regrets for the way he left things with Penny, the hurt he caused her, and the future they could have had together. He had his reasons and now all he wants is to make amends and have a second chance at love.
But Penny wants no part of what he’s offering. She’s accepted that life is hard, love is an illusion, and you can’t trust men. Especially men named Seth Kingston. And yet… he’s so tender with her. He’s patient, and caring.
Is it possible that he’s changed? Can they really try again?
The past has a tendency to embed its vicious talons deep into a heart, never to let go again. Penny has enough tragedy to last lifetimes and isn’t willing to let anyone scale her walls.
Can real love survive anything, even an unforgiving past?

Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada–Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She loves writing paranormal fantasy and poetry and devours books daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food.

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Author Take Over with Dawn Kirby

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Okay my wonderful readers I have a special treat for you I have the Lovely Dawn Kirby the author of the Serenity Series here today and she has wrote the second part of her short Flash Fiction {Claimed} for all of us to enjoy. So Grab a drink and enjoy this Flash Fiction Short.  

Part 2

“Come with me,” Adam said. He got up and offered his hand. I took it, allowing him to guide me through the cold creek.

“Where are we going?” I asked, dodging a branch. 
“My house,” he answered. “You need food, warmth and clothes. After that we can talk.”

“About what?” I asked. I looked behind me and smiled. Had someone told me earlier my run would end with a romp in the woods with Adam, I would have thought they were nuts.  “I think it’s safe to say we both got what we wanted.” 

He stopped suddenly and yanked my naked body to his. His amber eyes twinkled much brighter than they had before as his fingers raked down my back. Our lips locked. My hands slid around his waist and up his back, settling in his hair until he broke away. 

 “I want more,” he growled. Keeping my hand in his, he continued through the brush. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d stake a claim of my own.”

I stopped in my tracks, stunned. Fear gripped me. Yes he’d said that, but I thought it had only been said in the heat of the moment. When my hand slid from his, I thought about running. But to where? Home? No, I wasn’t ready to face my uncle again. I didn’t want to face him again. And now there was this. 

Adam turned on his heel, rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm again. Whether I wanted to move or not, I followed him. All the while my mind was reeling. How could I have been so damn stupid? He’d said neither pack had a good leader. How could I have let passion get the best on me like that? How could I have let my guard down like that? Especially with a leader as aggressive as he’s known to be.

Before long the trees gave way to grass. I looked up from the ground to see a cobblestone path lit by solar lights. Rose bushes lined each side leading us to a huge two-story log home. Adam pushed open the heavy oak door and ushered me inside. He gestured me into what I could only assume was the living room. While he threw logs into the fireplace I stood there, watching and waiting. 

“My room’s upstairs and to your right,” he said, his back to me. He tossed another log into the fire and dusted off his hands. “There’s a spare robe in the closet.” He stood up and looked at me. A sly smile spread across his face. “Not that I think you need it. You could walk around here like that all night and I’d be fine with it.”   

I nodded my head and started to go upstairs. He rushed to me. My eyes quickly found the floor. No matter what had happened between us, I was still out of my element. I was still an outsider. 

He raised my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re uncomfortable?”

I crossed my arms over my chest nervously. “Honestly?” He nodded. “I’m scared.”

“Scared? Why on earth would you be scared? I don’t remember threatening you. I don’t remember hurting you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Well, anymore than called for.”

“I’m not part of your pack, Adam,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t even be here.”

“But you are. And I intend to keep you here.”

“More territory?”

“Isn’t it natural?” he asked. “To take what your uncle offered to the imp he gave you to? Why should he have it and not me? I’m ten times the man he is. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“From what I know of you, yes.” From what I’d just experienced…hell yes. 

“Then what’s the problem?” He sat down on a cushy brown leather couch, looking up at me. “Well?”

“First, as soon as my uncle finds out I’ve gone out without an escort he’s going to confine me to the house indefinitely. When he finds out I’ve been with you.” I stopped there because I didn’t even want to begin to go there just yet. “Second, you know what going after two packs is going to start. It won’t be pleasant.”

“You’re no longer your uncle’s problem,” he said firmly. “If he even tries to come in here and take you away he’ll see what me and my pack are made of. As for the other,” he waved his hand as if he was swatting a fly. “If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t bother.” 

He reached out to me. There was something oddly comforting in the way he looked at me. I took his hand and sat beside him. I was torn between the Adam I’ve seen and the Adam I’ve heard about. One was warm and friendly. The other was a force to be reckoned with.      

“You make it really hard to believe all those rumors about you,” I told him. 

“Make no mistake, I can be vicious if pushed. Hurt me, betray me, play me and you’ll see first hand. That I promise you now.” I stiffened a little, knowing what the harsh tone in his voice meant. I’d heard my uncle use it plenty of times before. “Look, I’ve been patient. I’ve sat on my hands waiting for your engagement to fall apart. Now that it has, I can have everything I deserve.”

I wanted to ask him what the hell he meant by all of that, but my mouth refused to work. Four years? He’d been plotting this for four years? 

“I see he never told you.”

“Told me what?” He was undoubtedly my dear, old uncle. 

“My dad went to him years ago. He assumed your dad had told him what they had planned before your parents were killed. Hell everybody else knew, including you.  It didn’t matter though. He dismissed everything and handed you to that useless son of bitch while you still in that damn hospital.”

“Wait a second.” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My parents had been killed in a car accident. I’d been badly injured and put in a medically induced coma for months after. Thanks to that, remembering them was hard enough. Trying to remember a conversation I may or may not have heard was impossible. “We were? My dad promised me to-”

  “Sure did.” He looked at the ceiling and back down at me. “I’ve still got all the paperwork upstairs. Never could bring myself to throw it away.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Not that I had seen him often. A few pack events here and there. “Why don’t I know this?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You were hurt pretty bad. I wasn’t surprised when you couldn’t remember me. Anyway, I had to let it fall apart on it’s own. Had I interfered at all, I would have been accused of sabotage. Besides, I had a pack to build up on my own. Not to mention a life.”

“And if I don’t this? If I don’t want you?”

“Say you don’t.” 
“Could be lust.” I couldn’t say I wasn’t attracted to him. “You are a very handsome man.”

“I never claimed to love you,” he said dryly. “Stay with me because the sex is good.” 

“I’ve only had you once. What’s to say good is the norm?” 

“The same can be said for you.”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked him. 
“An observation.”

Something clicked inside me. The same something that had clicked when I’d finally been brave enough to call off my engagement. At that moment all I wanted was to set myself free. At this moment all I wanted was Adam. Again. To hell with politics. To hell with family. To hell with love. It was time to let fate lead me.

I straddled his body and kissed him. His hand dug into the back of my head. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Not willing to waste another second, I lifted my hips and let him fill me again. His fingers bit into my hips as I rolled them around him. 

His hands locked onto my shoulders, forcing my hips into his. Our bodies grinded together. Sweat rolled down my cheeks. He licked it away sending chills down my spine. I tightened the muscles inside me. He moaned and bit my lip. I bit back, drawing blood. Nothing on this earth had ever tasted so good. It seemed to excite him more than it did me. 

His thrusts came deeper, harder. I felt my body convulse, spent. His hold tightened even more. I braced against his strength, his speed. He kissed me again, the bitter taste of blood still on his lips. I broke and hugged him to me. His hips jarred against me. Sweet pain cut through me. I bit down hard on the soft skin of his neck. My nails tore down his back leaving bloody marks in their wake. I squeezed my legs into his. His hand ripped through my hair as he came. I collapsed against him, breathless and exhausted. 

“Challenge met,” he said with a chuckle.

“I should say so,” I whispered. I sat up to look at him and saw the blood on his bottom lip. “Sorry about the blood. I’m not sure what got into me.”

He wiped it away and smiled. “Don’t be. Lets me know I’m doing something right. Besides, a little pain in my experience can be a good thing.”

“Glad you think so. Your back may not agree with you later though.”

“I’m sure I’ll live.” He patted my leg, gesturing me off. I scooted to the side to allowing him to stand.  “You’ll stay?” I nodded. “You’ll let me handle this situation my way?” I nodded. “That could mean breaking ties with your uncle.”

“I realize that,” I told him. 

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You aren’t much for loyalty, are you?”

“How ‘bout I’m tired of everybody else telling me what I should be doing with my life. Just once I’d like to make my own mistakes. I won’t say this isn’t wrong, it may very well be. But for once it’s my choice to make.”

“Fair enough,” he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Tell me, when it comes to you who makes the decisions? I know your uncle has the final say, but how many others are involved? 

“My aunt and cousin. Uncle Ben’s betas. Other than that, I’m not sure.”

“Good, good.” He glanced at something behind me and then cleared his throat. “Go get a shower. I’ll whip up a little something to eat and we’ll figure things out from there. Sound good?” 

 “Sounds like a plan to me,” I said. Something felt off. I stood up and looked to see if I could see what had caught his eye before, but didn’t see anything other than the fridge. Maybe he was as hungry as I was?  

“Let’s get busy then,” he said. He saw our reflections in one of the picture windows and laughed. “Maybe I should grab some clothes myself. Hot grease and bare skin don’t exactly mix well.”

He showed me upstairs, handed me his spare robe and left me to take a shower. I turned on the water and hovered by the door waiting until I heard his closet door open. When it did I cracked the bathroom door a little. I hadn’t dismissed his reaction to whatever he’d seen downstairs and I regardless of what I said, I didn’t plan on walking into this with blinders on. Living the way I had for the past few years I’d discovered nothing comes without strings. 

I heard his phone ring. He quickly answered it. “I told you to wait for my call,” he growled into the headset. “If she had seen you. Next time I give you an order, you better damn well follow it.” 

I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I looked through the crack in the door to see a skinny blond man walk into the room. He had a smile on his face and a definite spring in his step.  

He shook Adam’s hand and hung up his phone. Adam tossed his on the dresser and finished getting dressed. 

“So what’s the plan?” the blond man asked. “She seems willing enough.”

“Nothing’s changed,” Adam told him. “She knows the score. This is business and sex.”

“Damn good sex from what I saw,” Blondie snorted. I felt my face flush. 

“I’m not complaining,” Adam said. “That son of bitch she was engaged to was doing something wrong with that one.”

“We don’t all have your magic touch, Adam.” He handed Adam a piece of paper and sat down on the bed. “I got the numbers you asked for. If we’re doing this, we better do it now. They’re already out looking for her.”

“I knew they would be. She’s their biggest asset.”

“You call Hunter and Logan. Tell them I need them here now. I’ll handle the rest. Don’t get complacent on me either. Once Ben finds out she’s mine now all hell is going to break loose.”

“You asking for the money too?”

Money? There’s money? I strained my ears harder not wanting to miss a word. 

“I don’t want it, it’s hers,” Adam told him. “I doubt she knows it’s there though. Doc can look at the legalities later. Right now all I’m interested in is her, territory and avoiding a pack war.”

“That’s inevitable,” Blondie said, shaking his head. “Like you said, you have Ben’s biggest asset. Without her he’s nothing.”    

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I'm a wife, a mother, a writer and a dreamer. I spend my days working a full time job, caring for my husband of 16 years, my kids; Tristan, Aishlynn and Shelby and our growing number of pets. My nights are for my stories; my paranormal world and the many characters I've come to love. My writing career started with a nagging idea that refused to go away and has blossomed into a raging passion. Now I can't imagine my life without a pen and a piece of paper in my hand. 

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Guest Post & Excerpt The Highwayman's Bride by Jane Beckehnham

Wednesday, January 15, 2014


England, 1813
Forced into a marriage . . .

Compelled by her uncle to marry a man who has a predilection for violence, Tess Stanhope resorts to a ploy from her favorite novels to fund an escape—highway robbery. But her attempt is botched by a maddening, handsome rogue named Aiden.

Driven by revenge . . .

Aiden Masters, the Earl of Charnley, is hell-bent on avenging his sister’s brutal treatment at the hands of the criminal Florian Nash. He single-mindedly seeks vengeance at the expense of all else—even by furtively roaming the highways at night.  

Blackmailed for love . . .

At a London party Tess meets up with Aiden once again and blackmails him...marry her or she’ll divulge to society his clandestine life as a highwayman. She desires a marriage in name only—but the more time they spend fighting their desire, the closer they come giving in.