Thursday, January 17, 2019

#CoverReVamp - Sins of the Fallen by @TweetsbyKarina


Title: Sins of the Fallen
Author: Karina Espinosa
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Covers by Christian
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: When seventeen-year-old Maximillion Taylor and his best friend, Jones go to a house party, he doesn't expect to get kidnapped—much less by a succubus—and she's not the only one on the hunt. Thrown into a world of angels and demons, where nothing and no one is what they seem, Max ventures to find his true identity and learn to fight the demons who pursue him. When his origin is revealed, it's a race against the clock for a battle that will determine whether he can protect the ones he loves or succumb to his true nature. Through lies, betrayal, love and pain, Max must prepare to face the demons before it is too late…

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 Karina Espinosa is the Urban Fantasy author of the Sins of the Fallen series and the Mackenzie Grey novels. Infatuated with travel, pop culture, and the need to write everything down, she spends much of her days in front of a computer working on her next book, shopping online, and listening to music. With nomadic tendencies, she is currently resting her head in South Florida until the itch to move strikes again. You can usually catch her on Facebook, Instagram and live-tweeting during episodes of Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and Orphan Black. Follow her on social media!
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Monday, November 26, 2018

#SalesBlitz & #Giveaway - Imperfect Love Story by @HoldingOn2013


Title: Imperfect Love Story
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
What if you were given a second chance at first love? Would you take it?

5… The number of years since I’ve been home.

4… The number of people who know my secret.

3… The number of times I attempted to move on.

2… The number of months I spent crying after I left.

1… The number of men I’ll love in my lifetime.

They say everyone has one true love, one person who was made just for them. A person they were meant to spend the rest of their life with.

For me, that person was Wyatt.

Our love was perfect. When we were together, nothing else mattered. Not college. Not our parents. Because our relationship wasn’t about anyone else.

We had big plans for our future together.

The thing about life… it doesn’t always go as planned.

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An award-winning romance author, Rachael is a Midwest girl (yes, they say she has an accent but no, she doesn't hear it) who loves to create amazing stories that tug at your heartstrings. Keep your tissues handy.

When she's not writing, you can find her on the golf course in the summer or cuddled up with a cup of coffee and her Kindle in the winter.

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Five years.

More days than I want to add up.

When I left, I was instructed to stay away. Don’t look back, my mother said. Only good things lie ahead, and looking back would keep me from achieving everything I wanted out of life.

She was wrong.

The first year was the hardest. Everywhere I turned, I saw him. Everything reminded me of him, of the trip we took together. The time we shared together that summer. The one night that changed the rest of our lives.

Wyatt was my life, and then my parents ripped me from him.

All it took was one misstep and it was over for us. Once they found out about him, they made sure it was over between us. They didn’t care about the circumstances. In their eyes, he had destroyed my life, my future. They cared more about their reputation than how I felt. They always have and still do to this day.

Per my mother’s instructions, I’m to come home for her birthday celebration and then head back to Denver. No detours. No pit stops. No fooling around.

As if I could face him after all this time.

The secrets I’ve kept from him will come to light one day, but it won’t be this weekend. It can’t be. I’m not ready to confess all my sins. Five years may be a long time, but it still feels like too soon, yet too late to ask for forgiveness.

Some things are beyond forgiveness and this secret is guaranteed to be one of them.

It feels like a lifetime and yet there are moments when it feels like it was only yesterday I stared out of the passenger window of my father’s car, watching as my life was changing before my eyes.

I remember holding my stomach as we drove past Garrett’s, the realization that Wyatt would never know why I left. He would never know that we created a child together. He would never forgive me for keeping his child from him, for denying him the opportunity to be a father.

But I wasn’t denying him, my parents were. At least, that’s what I’ve tried to convince myself of. Every time I look into her eyes, I see him. I see the life we planned for us. And all that convincing fails me.

I should have been stronger.

I should have fought harder.

I’ve had the opportunity to try and make amends, but my fears have held me back.

For five years.







Thursday, October 25, 2018

#NewRelease - Shadow Love by @NadirahFoxx


Title: Shadow Love
Author: SF Benson writing as Nadirah Foxx
Genre: Paranormal Romance with Suspense Elements
Publisher: Fire Quill Publications/Erika Bester
Editor: Tia Silverthorne Bach
Publication Date: October 30th, 2018

Vampire fangs, vials of dragon’s blood, and tarot cards. Just a few of the oddities found at Vanpeer’s—a metaphysical gift shop found in the French Quarter. But when the owner, Twilight Vanpeer, uncrates an obsidian mirror she’s unprepared for the secrets it unlocks.

The sudden arrival of a tall handsome stranger, Dwade Marks, jostles Twilight’s life. Suddenly, she’s dealing with memories that make no sense. But bad dreams aren’t that serious when that’s all they are. Hers, unfortunately, contain an awareness that needs to stay hidden.

Adding to the weirdness is the fact Twilight is torn between two men—Dwade and her lifelong best friend, Preston Montgomery. One man is the key to her past while the other holds her future.

Things get out of hand quickly when someone starts killing women who look like Twilight. Both men are suspicious but only one can hold her heart.

Twilight has serious choices to make—own up to her past or bury it deep. One option appeases the gods while the other speaks to the shadow found in all of us.





Nadirah Foxx, the alter ego for SF Benson, has a fondness for dark, twisted romance featuring suspense and adventure. Her characters are flawed. But no matter what their obstacles or demons might be they always find a way around them.

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A low voice, almost a shallow whisper, calls to me and I move toward the mirror. I take one last glimpse at Preston as remorse moves through me. When I became aware, I had no intention of ever letting the shadows take over. Unfortunately, Tezcatlipoca forces the issue.

The voice gets louder as the darkness ebbs and flows, taking shape. The sinister shadow, black as night, steps out of its midst. It surrounds me like a death shroud.

“Come to me,” I say directly to its evil core.

Terrors from another time—one after another—fill my mind. I see the moment I made my request of the Lady of the Dead along with her fated words.

“A girl shall be born bearing your sigil. Find this body and regain your powers and knowledge. When Tezcatlipoca finds it, he will guide you. Only he can unite the soul and the body. But beware, Sin-Eater, he will learn your truth. When he does, your soul will return to Mictl├ín.”

The shadow slinks back toward the mirror but stops just before breaching the surface. A pair of glowing eyes land on me.

It’s time, Sin-Eater.

I inhale deeply, steadying myself. “Tezcatlipoca, something is wrong.”

His arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place. “It’s nothing to fear, Tlazolteotl. It’s just your memories returning.”

The shadow nods, and its eyes drift toward Tezcatlipoca. Pointing at the mirror, I exclaim, “No. This is worse than any memory I’ve ever had. See for yourself!”

He swears unintelligible words, and his head swings toward the black glass. When he does, smoky tendrils rise from the surface and wrap around him. The Aztec god isn’t strong enough to fight against the beast. Unfortunately, I’m forced to watch the scene playing within the smoking mirror.

Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca were always at war with each other. On that fated night, I created a special brew to intoxicate Quetzalcoatl. Tezcatlipoca had nefarious plans for his brother, but they were cruelly intercepted.

“My lord,” I said as I approached the bare-chested god.

“Drink this and be merry. For there is a young maiden waiting for you in your chambers.”

Quetzalcoatl, always eager for a night of sex, drank cup after cup of the enchanted elixir. When I was certain he was thoroughly intoxicated, I led him into his room.

He lowered his body onto the petlatl and allowed me to undress him.

The plan was for the god to mistakenly commit incest by sleeping with his sister. Tezcatlipoca had the unsuspecting girl drugged so that she would fall asleep in her brother’s chamber.