Release Blitz/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: The Five
Author: Lily White
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2019

Every man who meets Rainey wants her. Having lived a life of sex, drugs and manipulation, she is a temptation with far too many secrets.When psychologist, Justin Redding, is assigned to Rainey’s case, he has no way of knowing the tale of debauchery he will encounter.

On a twisted path of love, loss and murder, Rainey leads Justin through the events of her life.

Death follows Rainey…

Justin fights to discover her secrets…

But will he discover the secret of THE FIVE in time to resist Rainey’s ultimate seduction?


“This book deals with sensitive subject matter that may be upsetting to some readers.”

 

 

“No, Rainey. Let me look at you. I love looking at you. Even when I close my eyes, all I see is you.”

 

I dropped my arms, my legs trembling. This was Rowan, the sweet, kindhearted boy I loved. Yet, in that moment I feared him. The adrenaline was wearing off and I was suddenly so cold.

 

His lips parted as he stared at me, those blue eyes I knew so well slowly taking in my body as heat blazed behind them. He’d grown so large, twice my size at least, and it had never occurred to me how strong he was until now. Nobody would pick on him anymore. Not without getting their asses handed to them in a fight.

 

“Can I touch you, Rainey?” His eyes lifted to mine. “Is that all right? For me to touch you?”

 

“Always,” I whispered, unable to put any strength in my voice. “You can always touch me.”

 

He stepped forward and I stepped back out of instinct. He would never hurt me. Not Rowan. But what I saw in him now was the predator that had always lingered just beneath the surface. He wasn’t a monster like his family or David. Not him. He was something else entirely.

 

Pain shot through his eyes when I moved, his hands fisting at his sides. “Do I scare you now?”

 

Shaking my head, I forced my mouth to move. “No. It’s just -“

 

“Just what?”

 

“You’re different, Rowan. A man, I guess. You’ve grown.”

 

Blue eyes held mine, the darkness in them seeping away, but not entirely. His lips pulled into a tight smile. “You need a man. I’ve become exactly what you need. For you, Rainey. Not anybody else. Just for you.”

 

I drew in a rattling breath. “Touch me.”

 

Rowan moved forward and I held my ground, craning my neck to look up at him. He was shaking, his skin so cold that I knew I had to fix him somehow. “Rowan?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Will you kiss me?”

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

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Promo Tour/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: Texas Summer
Author: Leslie Hachtel
Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense
Release Date: February 19, 2019
What if your car broke down on a deserted highway in the middle of Texas? Would you think it was fate and that it would change your life?
 
When Wylie Nichols walked toward the nearest town, his future was forever altered. The problem when you’re a stranger in a small town is you never know what you might discover. In this particular place, there is murder, greed, lust.
 
But waiting is earthy, sexy, enigmatic Kennedy. With a convoluted family history and the power to make his dreams come true. 
 
 
“Morning, ma’am.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wonder if you could tell me how close I am to the nearest town.” He was struck by the directness of her look.

She pointed up the road. “That way, about a quarter of a mile. Snakewater.” Her hand shook a little as she pointed. He couldn’t help but notice. He was surprised; this didn’t seem to be the kind of girl that let someone upset her equilibrium.

“Good. Thanks.”

“Ain’t no work.”

He wondered why she would say that. “That’s fine. Not looking for any. My car broke down about a mile up the road.” He reached out his hand. “I’m Wylie Nichols.”

She looked at his hand, but didn’t make any effort to shake it. He felt self-conscious and dropped it back to his side. She looked him up and down, as if assessing him.

“Kennedy.”

“Beg pardon.”

“Yeah, like the President. My mama was hoping I’d make something of myself.” She shrugged as if the joke had long ago lost its humor.

“Oh. Do you know if there’s a good mechanic in town?”

“I think so. You’ll see his garage once you get there.”

“Well, I’d best be on my way.” Wylie hesitated. “Do you think I might see you again?” He was definitely embarrassed by the hope in his voice.

Kennedy smiled, exuding bravado. “Oh, I think you can count on that.”

Wylie grinned his happiness.

“It’s a real small town.”

His ego shattered.

He angled toward the town. He was still near enough to hear an older woman call out from inside the house. “Who was that, Kennedy?”

“Oh, just a man selling tickets, Mama.”

“Tickets?”

“Yeah. E’ tickets.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Like at Disneyland—and they’re the very best rides.”

Wylie’s ego reasserted itself, whole once again.
Leslie Hachtel was born in Ohio, raised in New York and has been a gypsy most of her adult life. Her various jobs, including licensed veterinary technician, caterer, horseback riding instructor for the disabled and advertising media buyer have given her a wealth of experiences.

 

 
However, it has been writing that has consistently been her passion. She sold an episode of a TV show, had a screenplay optioned and has so far produced eleven novels, including eight historicals and three romantic suspense. Leslie lives in Florida with a fabulously supportive engineer husband and her writing buddy, Jakita, a terrier.
 

 

 
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Cover Reveal/Pre-Order/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: Going Deep
Author: Nikki Ash 
Genre: Enemies to Lovers Romance
Release Date: April 6, 2019
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera
Cover Image: Sara Eirew Photography

Going deep: In football it means running down the field for a long pass. You’re serious. Committed. Unstoppable. As a wide receiver, it’s a term I’m all too familiar with. It’s who I am, at least when it comes to my career.
 
For the past decade, football has been the only thing I’ve allowed myself to commit to. That is until a beautiful, blue-eyed temptress steps into my limo to escort me to a charity function.
 
She’s strong, independent, and quick witted. Everything I want in a woman. There’s just one problem. She’s not mine for the taking. But that’s not going to stop me from winning her heart.
 
I’m in deep with this woman. I’m running down the field with my arms and heart open, ready for the catch. Now all I need is for her to throw the ball.
 

Gently moving her body off mine, I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to start the coffee. While it’s brewing, I hear the sound of feet padding across my wood floor. Giselle appears in the doorway, still wearing my shirt and boxers. Her hair is messy from sleep, her face free of all makeup, and she looks gorgeous as hell. She grants me a shy, nervous smile. I know she wasn’t drunk last night, but my guess is she’s wondering if I regret everything we talked about. Needing her to know I don’t regret anything, I grin back. Her smile widens and then she throws her head back with a laugh, and fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

“What?” I question.

“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad,” she says through a fit of giggles, and the melodic sound has me grinning hard.

“An Alice in Wonderland quote?” I ask, even though I already know it is. After she told me to read the book, I googled ‘Alice in Wonderland quotes,’ and came across several. Who knew the author of children’s books could be so poetic?

“Yeah.” She nods with a smile.

I pull a mug down from the cabinet and hand it to her. She goes to take it, but I don’t let go. Instead, I use her grip on it to pull her closer to me. Her body presses against mine, and I tilt my chin down to kiss her. Only she turns her head to the side at the last second and my lips land on her cheek. Without letting go of her, I whisper, “I’m afraid we are mad. But I’ll tell you a secret. All of the best people are.” I have no idea if the quote is from the book or the movie. It’s one of the ones I found when I googled, but I’m sure she’ll tell me.

Giselle backs up, and shaking her head with a large grin splayed upon her face, says, “That’s from the movie, and I’m pretty sure, you didn’t even say it right. Read. The. Book.” Then, plucking the mug out of my hand, she goes about making her coffee.

I study her as she flits around my kitchen like she belongs here. She grabs the milk and sugar from the fridge and adds them both to her coffee. Then she turns around and leans against the counter. Her foot pops up against the cabinet, exposing her sexy thigh. She lifts the hot coffee to her lips and blows on it. Her eyes come up slowly, and she peers up at me through her thick lashes.

“Thank you for last night,” she says softly. “It felt really good to be able to talk to someone about everything. Thank you for not judging me.” 


© Nikki Ash

Author Nikki Ash

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Title: All the Lonely Hearts: Poetry Inspired by Music
Author: Ella Rye
Genre: Free Verse Poetry, Poetry
Release Date: April 9, 2019
Cover Design: By Hang Le
Poetry
Has given me a reason
To breathe
A reason to be
Inspiration
It comes in many forms. One of those can be music. Be it the melody, or the story it’s trying to tell.
All the Lonely Hearts is an exploration of inspiration. Be it the melody, the story, or even a word. Ella Rye brings these two worlds crashing together. Each poem is inspired by a song.
All the Lonely Hearts is a collection of Free Verse Poetry.

A Reason to Be 
Poetry has always been my therapy
When I’m overwhelmed and frustrated
I take my pen
I bleed out my thoughts
Sometimes I feel like I’ve had enough
But when does it end?
I’m torn
I’m broken
I’ve healed over and over
I sit here on this couch alone
I wish there was someone who could help me
If anyone wanted to really know me
My words give you everything
Day by day
I hold on to something
I can’t give up
They count on me
So many surround me
They don’t see
The years go by
I’m stuck in uncertainty
I want something more
These words are mine
I can’t deny them
Poetry has given me a reason
To breathe
A reason to be
 
Ella Rye grew up in small-town California. She grew up loving words. An avid reader from a young age. During her teen years, she developed a love for poetry and began writing. The words flowed out of her naturally, never even really knowing the type of poetry she was writing. Over the years, poetry helped her throughout her life. It was therapeutic, and now she hopes that her poetry can help those who are going or have gone through the same things. Love and heartbreak have always been a major theme. 
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Title: Irresistible
Series: Scandalous Series #2
Author: Ady Anes
Genre: New Adult/College Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2019
Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
What happens when you can no longer resist the irresistible?

 

 

 

 

Jaxon Wright.

 

Valentino DeLuca.
The men vying for Carina’s attention and heart.
If things aren’t already complicated enough, Marco Soriano, Valentino’s business partner and best friend, throws a wrench in things.
Jaxon may be Mr. Wright, but he’s all sorts of wrong for Carina.
Jaxon on the other hand disagrees. Their chemistry is undeniable and explosive. He’s determined to win Carina back.
As great as Jaxon is in bed, Carina isn’t as willing to give her heart. Can Jaxon prove to be too irresistible and ultimately win her heart, regardless of the competition?
**Contains mature content. M/F/M action**

Irresistible Carina


I slink into the passenger seat and watch Valentino disappear as Desirae drives away. “How was your weekend?” I decide to beat Desirae to the punch.

“I’m sure not as interesting as yours… But I did get laid so much that I needed a hot bath to soothe my lady bits… gotta abstain for a few days. Damn that man can fuck!”

I throw my head back laughing. It isn’t often that Des can’t keep up with a guy. She’s usually complaining that they’re done after five minutes and have completely neglected her. I’m starting to see a pattern her. MEN know how to please a woman. BOYS just aim to bust a nut.

“Unlike you” I playfully scoff, “Valentino took me out. He bought me some things and we had dinner at some nice place on Park Avenue.”

Desirae bounces in her seat. “Oh, that hurt” she winces. She leans to the side and continues to drive in that position.

I scrunch my face at her. “Don’t ask me to rub ointment on your shit! You need to learn your limits instead of letting the man fuck you into oblivion.”

“Worth it” Desirae singsongs. “So…” she drawls, “Have you checked your phone all weekend?”

“I had to turn the damn thing off” I shake my head in disgust. “He finally decided to fucking start harassing me Saturday afternoon. He must remember something since this is the first time he’s tried reaching out to me in two weeks.”

Desirae’s face pinches like she’s dying to say something but doesn’t know whether to share it or not. “I’m sure whatever you want to say Des is already on this phone. Just spill it so that you can spare me the bullshit.” I stare at the blinking red light letting me know I have all kinds of voicemail messages and unread text messages.

She exhales slowly causing my hackles to rise. Apparently, this is going to be big or bad, or both. What the hell did he do after we parted ways Friday evening?

“There are two things you should be aware of” Desirae begins, “The first is that there are social media pictures of you and Valentino leaving the club Friday night. Everyone’s seen it and decided to call both of us about it.”

My hands twitch wanting to pull up these so-called pictures. “Are they bad?” I quietly ask. Was I humping him in the parking lot or something? Are there cameras in his office? Why didn’t he mention anything? Surely a man of his position would know what’s out there posted about him.

“On the contrary… you two appear intimate, tasteful… Like a real couple. You make him look younger.” Desirae laughs making me smile. Valentino isn’t old, but he did confess that I’m the youngest woman he’s ever been with.

“The other thing…” she hesitates. By the tension in her voice I know this is going to be bad. She parks the car at a nearby grocery store. Yep, really bad…. “Everyone’s talking about Jaxon.”

I arch my brows waiting for the rest. This isn’t news. Where’s she going with this? Desirae nods before continuing. “They say he banged that blonde bimbo he was feeling up Friday night.”

I sigh not in the least bit surprised. Jaxon couldn’t mask the relief and irritation on his face when we’d “talked” during his drunken stupor. I doubt he even remembers the conversation.

“It gets worse” she hedges. Time to brace myself. “Apparently” she emphasizes the word, “It was so good that the bitch cried or passed out. That motivated the entire sorority to an orgy that featured Jaxon as the headliner. Word has it Pete and the other dickwads took advantage and partook in the sorority fuck-fest.”

Aaannnddd whatever little hope I had left for Jaxon is gone… I swallow the bile threatening to climb up my throat. “Well, Jaxon Wright always goes big or goes home right?” I hate that my voice trembles. There should be nothing but disgust lacing every word. Just knowing he slept with that many girls in one night makes my skin crawl. I’ve allowed him to go bareback more than one. I make a mental note to get tested for every fucking thing under the sun after classes this week.

“For what it’s worth I am sorry” Desirae whispers into the silence of the car.

A traitorous tear trickles down my cheek. “We both called it Des. This was just the kind of embarrassment I wanted to avoid when I left him the first time.” What I would give to just be back in Valentino’s condo away from all this drama. I lean my head back knowing I need to face this. I hand Desirae my phone so she can read the slew of text messages.


Ady Anes is a dutiful wife and mother in real life, but a dirty girl between the pages. Her love for reading transfers into her passion for writing. She always has stories floating in her head, ready to pour onto blank pages. Ady has a killer sweet tooth, loves music and sports, and names her kids and fur babies after fictional characters.
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Title: Forgiveness
Series: Nomad Biker Romance Series
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2019

Nomad biker: a solitary life, riding from place to place. 

 

 

 

Flux once wore the Insurgents MC patch and his territory was Colorado. Now his bottom rocker reads Nomad. 
 
The open road is Flux’s therapy and facing a 1500 pound bull in the rodeo ring is the way he blocks out the memories. One-night stands, booze and plenty of weed have done a damn good job at keeping his heart locked up.
 
Until he meets a sassy barrel rider. 
 
The golden hair vixen runs rings around him faster than she rides her horse in the arena, and he can’t keep away from her. For the first time since the unspeakable tragedy happened, something stirs inside him.
 
But he has a long iceberg of guilt that he doesn’t want to get rid of. He’s chosen to live with it as a reminder of what has happened. Couple that with a bunch of inner demons that don’t play nice and he’s nothing but a shell of who he once was.
 
Maggie Haves hasn’t known anything except the discipline of practice. Touted as one of the best barrel riders to hit the rodeo circuit, Maggie doesn’t have time for anything that will veer her off the pro rodeo trail.
 
Rugged, tatted and muscular Flux is a very big distraction. Not to mention complicated beyond belief.
 
Flux has lived on the wild side most of his life, whereas Maggie has always played it safe. She knows the biker is danger in leather, but she’s drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Something about him keeps luring her, and she’s willing to take a chance on love with this imperfect man even if it destroys her. 
 
Will Maggie be the one to show Flux that he deserves to live again … and forgive himself, or will his demons devour her before he throws her away?
 
Can two unlikely people find love in the midst of so much darkness?
 
The Nomad Biker series are standalone romance novels. This is Flux’s story. This book contains violence, abuse, strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. HEA. No cliffhangers. The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

“had me hooked from the start!” – Coensk Reviews


“Chiah Wilder’s name on it, you bet it’s going to be GREAT!!” – Linda Helms


“Excellent writing with a storyline that weaved its way into my soul. A must read.” – Spunky n Sassy Book Blog

 

 

The screech of rubber caught his attention, and he side-eyed over to the commotion as a cherry-red pickup truck pulled into a spot, spitting gravel in the process. The ignition jerked off with an audible hitch that bounced across the parking lot, and Flux weighed the idea of heading out to the bar now. The truth was, he wanted to get back on his Harley—even the smallest ride cleared out his skull for a couple seconds. His fingertips were already itching to clutch the vibrating handlebars as he sat there turning it over in his brain.

 

 

 

His attention got shot to shit when a curvy blonde hit the pavement from the pickup’s driver’s seat and slammed the door. Flux homed in on the lucky SOB who got to stare at the chick’s tight ass in those jeans when he came out of the other side of the truck. The man, who was wearing cowboy boots and a hat, hissed something barely audible—a faint echo across the air. But whatever he said must’ve had something to do with Blondie because she squared her shoulders and threw the cowboy a death stare. After a few seconds, the chick sashayed around the car in sky-high heels, which made her wavy hair sway back and forth across her back.
 
A low growl came from the back of Flux’s throat. Come on, baby. Turn around so I can see the rest of you. The woman pointed a finger at the man, and even though Flux couldn’t hear their argument, there was no doubt it was heated. Blondie was right up in the dude’s face, and she was giving it as good as he was—which was impressive considering Cowboy had a good foot on Blondie. When the dude raised his arm with his hand clenched into a fist, Flux straightened up as a shot of adrenaline surged through him. If this jerk had any idea of hitting this chick, Flux would make sure the asshole would spend the rest of the night in the emergency room. No matter what the situation, Flux never tolerated that shit, and he wasn’t about to make an exception now.
Chiah Wilder writes about rough, sexy men who know how to treat their women.Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner.

Her love of reading has always been center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her books. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, romances with tough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.

 
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New Release/Excerpt

Title: Murphy
Series: Satan’s Fury MC – Memphis Chapter
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 5, 2019

Murphy’s Law- Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
As Satan’s Fury’s sergeant-at-arms, it was my job to stay one step ahead. It was up to me to make sure the club was ready when things went awry. I had to anticipate our enemies’ every move and plan accordingly. I couldn’t let Murphy’s Law bite me in the ass, so I created a set of rules to follow.
• The club comes first.
• Always have your brother’s back.
• Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

 

• Don’t buy into other people’s bullshit.

 

• Never let your emotions rule you.

 

I thought they’d prepare me for anything, but I was wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared me for Riley Nichols—the farmer’s daughter with coal-black eyes and a fiery tongue. She took me by surprise, mesmerizing me with her strength and tempting me with her innocence.
I wanted to make her mine, but having her meant breaking my rules—every last one of them.

“Lee,” my father warned. “Go inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Being as snarky as possible, I smiled and said, “I’d be happy to show them around for you. I’m sure they’d love to see the stables and check out the horses, or are they here for some other reason?”

I knew I was walking on thin ice. These men were most likely dangerous, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. It was like I’d been possessed by a crazy person, and she was determined to ruin whatever business they had together. I probably would’ve kept at it if one of the bikers hadn’t taken it upon himself to get involved. As soon as he stepped forward, I realized he was the man from the bar, and it was all I could do to keep my wits about me. With his leather jacket and ass-hugging jeans, he had a rugged look about him, but that didn’t make him any less attractive. In fact, just like the night before, I found it sexy as hell. My interest in him took me by complete surprise. He and his buddies were more than likely criminals, doing God-knows-what to God-knows-who. I knew I had no business finding him or anyone like him appealing, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. I was trying to pull myself together when he removed his sunglasses and his blue eyes locked on mine. Damn, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I was a complete mess. Thankfully, the spell was broken as soon as he opened his mouth. 

“Hey, Lee. Why don’t you do us all a favor and just go inside like your father said?”

I was equally hurt and appalled by his unwarranted suggestion, and while I would’ve loved to tell him where to stick it, I wasn’t stupid. I knew I was up against a grizzly bear of a man. Choosing to play it safe, I replied, “I was just trying to be helpful.”

“I think we both know that isn’t true.” The look on his face left me as breathless as it did enraged. Damn. I had no idea why he got to me the way he did. His voice was low and menacing as he growled, “Now, if you don’t mind … we have business to discuss.”

Again, I had to fight the urge to snap back at him. Trying to play it cool, I took off my baseball cap and ran my fingers through my hair. With sarcasm dripping off of every word, I gave him a forced smile and replied, “Certainly. I wouldn’t want to interrupt.”

When I started for the barn, my father shouted, “Where are you going?”

I removed my sunglasses and turned towards him. “I’m taking Anna Belle for a ride. I’ll be back in a few hours.” 

“Are you going alone?”

“Yep.” I continued forward, and when I strolled by the biker, I gave him a disapproving scowl. “It was a real pleasure.”

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.
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