Friday, 21 February 2020

~*RELEASE BLITZ*~ Slow Dancing by Stylo Fantome




Title: Slow Dancing
Author: Stylo Fantรดme
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 21, 2020



Blurb

A rising pop star who can't let go of her emotional baggage, and a cocky dance partner who doesn't know what monogamy is.

She's inhibited.

He's free-spirited.

She doesn't want a relationship.

He doesn't believe in them.

She can't believe that anyone would love her.

He can't seem to stop himself from loving her.

When their differences collide and sparks start to fly, he's sure it's the start of something amazing.

And she's sure it's the end of her career.

Who will be right?






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Excerpt

This was it. Their one-night-stand was about to officially become an affair. Was Logan really ready for this? There would be no going back. It was all casual to him, but she knew from experience that when all was said and done, he would own a piece of her. Snatch it right away as he ran off to the next person.
“You're thinking something,” Woods whispered, lips brushing hers, and his hands moved up to her head, holding her close to him. “Something bad.”
She swallowed thickly.
“I want to know if you've slept with Jeremy again.”
“Seriously, Logan, as much as you talk about him when we're together, I'm beginning to think he's the one you should be fucking,” he chuckled. She shook her head.
“Okay, then, I want to know if you've slept with Lucas. Or Becca. Or the roadie with the cigarette.”
“The who?”
Woods.
“Do you want me to lie?”
Logan went still. Licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.
“No.”
No, I haven't slept with anybody since you,” he said, and she sighed as he started kissing down the side of her jaw. “But that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to.”
“Oh?”
“I haven't because I knew it would bother you,” Woods breathed, his tongue trailing down her neck. She let her head drop back.
“Very generous of you, sir.”
“I'm like the Santa Claus of sex.”
“Disgusting analogy, never use it again.”
Would it bother you if I did?” he asked. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.
“I don't know,” she was honest. “Yes? I wish I was as sexually open and free and cool as you are, but I'm just … boring. I wouldn't stop you, though. I understand. Just … maybe not do anything in front of me, please.”
He shocked her then by bursting out laughing. He stepped back and draped his arms around her waist.
“Did you just politely ask me not to fuck around with other people in front of you?” Woods double checked. Logan felt her cheeks go up in flames.
“I'm just trying to be nice.”
“Fuck being nice,” he shook his head. “Be honest – with me, and yourself. If you want to cut my nuts off every time I hit on someone, tell me. If you want to watch while I fuck Lucas on the tour bus, definitely tell me. Why do you make everything about everyone else?”
That brought her up short.
“I … I don't,” she tried to argue, but he shook his head.
“That first night together, you were so concerned about Jeremy, about what people would think. Same thing when we talked the other day. And just now, it's like you don't give a shit about what you really want – so long as I'm comfortable. I mean, sure, it's nice of you. It's too nice. Who taught you that you shouldn't ask for the things you want?” he asked.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down so hard, she whimpered. Woods noticed, his eyes dropping to her mouth. Then he leaned down to kiss the sting.
“I don't know,” she breathed. “I don't know what I want. I don't want to think about you sleeping with other people. But I don't want to stop you, I don't. I … it …” she searched for the words.
“Poor lost little Logan,” he whispered, pulling at the draw string on her shorts. “But not really lost, are you? I think I get it. People are always treating you like this delicate little doll. Like you're breakable. But you're not.”
“I'm not,” she groaned, pressing her forehead to his and running her hands over his shoulders.
“People handle you like you're glass,” he kept going, and she started to shiver.
“They do,” she agreed.
“What do you want to be handled like?”
She took a deep breath.
Barbed wire.
His hands were suddenly clenching her biceps so hard, she cried out in pain. Pressed her palms against his chest as she stared up at him. His eyes blazed down at her, so full of desire and danger, finally taking on a mossy green hue.
They'd barely touched, and she was already panting.
“You better watch what you ask for. I'm not like all these other fucking guys in your life,” he growled. “I have no fucking problem with treating you as roughly as you can handle.”
“You think you can really do that?” she gasped, pushing him.






Author Bio


Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.


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~*RELEASE BLITZ*~ Bound by Eva Charles

Title: Bound (The Devil's Due)
Author: Eva Charles
Genre: Romantic Suspense & Alpha Hero/Protector
Release Date: February 20, 2020
Father Creighton and Smith Sinclair.
Two dangerous men inexplicably drawn to me.
One bound by a holy vow, the other by duty and honor.
One emphatically covets my soul.
The other, despite his regrets, desires my heart.
Each demands I surrender my body to his control.
A priest and a soldier.
A demon and a knight.
An eternity in darkness, or a lifetime of love and light.
In the end, I have only seconds to decide.
Sinclair takes hold of a small section of my hair, twirling it around a finger. When he releases it, the soft curl bounces off my cheek. “I love redheads,” he murmurs in a low seductive voice. “Is it true their pain threshold is higher?” His nimble fingers find my hair again, combing roughly through the strands. Just before he reaches the ends, he furls his hand and tugs firmly. “Is it, Kate?” My mouth falls open, but I can’t form words. “Do you enjoy having your hair pulled?”
I hate having my hair pulled. At least that’s what I always thought. But the tugging called my body to attention, put every nerve on high alert. And yes, I did enjoy it—all of it. But I especially enjoyed the way my scalp and pussy tingled in sync, as though they were engaging in an erotic dance for my pleasure alone. I’m still enjoying it. Although I have no intention of telling him that. I shake my head in response.
His eyes are dark slits. “Liar,” he murmurs, a breath away from my temple.
The warm sensation caresses my skin. It’s a stark contrast to the cruel word, liar. Is that what it would be like with him? Cruelty swathed in a tender caress? Would I enjoy that, too? Oh, God.
My throat is parched. My brain thick with fog. I’m aroused. And confused. With every circuit misfiring.
“How badly do you want those answers?” He hooks a thumb under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “What are you willing to do to get them?”
His last question jolts me out of my he-is-hot-as-sin and I want to melt in the fires of hell trance. “You’re kidding?” I pant softly.
He smirks. It’s a menacing little smirk. “I’m not kidding. If I’m going to answer your questions, you’re going to make it worth my time. Or at least make it interesting. It’s not too much to ask, is it, Kate?” He stands inches from me, his voice sultry and rich when he says my name.
I don’t move. I can’t. My heart is pounding. It’s all I hear. That, and the small voice of reason nearly obscured by his chiseled features and strong hands. Go, Kate. Now! While you can, it shouts. But I don’t. My feet are stuck to the floor, and there’s nowhere to go, anyway. I can’t get out of this place without the codes, and he could overtake me easily if I run. My eyes dart around the room looking for an escape. I should at least make some effort to leave.
“Relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
His voice has lost the perilous edge, but I’m not convinced he’s any less dangerous. Or maybe I’m not sure that I need much convincing to do whatever it is he has in mind.
After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful Western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into a romantic tale.
When she’s not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.
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~*RELEASE BLITZ*~ Zombie Playlist by Kirsty Dallas

Title: Zombie Playlist
Author: Kirsty Dallas
Genre: Rock Zombie Romance/Goth Fiction/Action Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2020 Cover Design: Murphy Rae Designs
๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐œ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฏ๐จ๐๐ค๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐š๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐š๐๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
Some people are life sucking, soul destroying, end of the world assholes…then there are zombies. Actually, they’re not really zombies, they’re infected, but you know, tomayto tomahto.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got my faults, too. My attitude down-right sucks. I’m untrusting. I smoke and curse too much, and I’m somewhat of a kleptomaniac. In a normal world, those faults help keep my rock queen facade intact. But in this new world, one raging with illness and torn apart by the desperate and stupid, I’m what you would call a survivor.
My plan was simple, stay alive and protect my teenage sister. When a silent man with a steely gaze shot his way into my existence, I knew that more than my life was at stake. Lawson Bishop had the potential to crack his way inside the hard shell of my heart and bring it back to life.
 
Kirsty Dallas is an international bestselling and award winning author from the south east corner of Queensland, Australia. Her comedy romance, Decker's Wood, was an Amazon, iBooks and Nook bestseller, and was also a Goodreads Top 10 Comedy for 2014. Novels to date also include the highly acclaimed Mercy's Angels Series which tackles the subject of violence against women, and standalone novels Breeze of Life, Violet Addiction, Stupid Love, the award winning dark romance, When Nothing Is All You've Got, and Liberty.
Kirsty Dallas' stories are renowned for their raw honesty and engaging characters. Plots that delve into the frightening subjects of abuse, rape, drugs and violence are twisted into the pages of her books, bringing heart stopping action and a roller coaster of emotion.
Working with Australian Director and screen writer, Chris Sun, Kirsty worked as script editor on the horror feature film, Boar. Boar was signed to Universal Pictures Australia, and was released in 2018.
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