Friday, March 6, 2020

#NewRelease - Faithfully by Stormy Leigh


Title: Faithfully
Author: Stormy Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Editor: Dawn Yacovetta
Cover Designer: Dark City Designs
Publication Date: March 6th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Skylar moves 700 miles away from all of her memories and rebuilds in the North Carolina town of Jacksonville, which is a military town. She becomes successful with the purchase of her second business, a bar that is named The Bar where she meets its cocky neighbor, Tanner. Tanner owns a vehicle and motorcycle repair and restoration business right next to the bar.

Tanner is pretty much your typical playboy, though he is upfront with his one-night stands and never leads anyone on. He has no desire to settle down after going through his own traumatic childhood. He doesn't really trust women, but for some reason, Skylar gets under his skin. They butt heads, yet deep down, neither can deny the chemistry that is there.
Skylar is not ready for a relationship, and she'd never even think about dating someone like Tanner, who she sees as someone who could never be faithful or loyal and doesn't deserve someone like her, someone who when she gives her heart, she gives it completely.
Will Skylar be able to finally move on and let anyone in again?
Will Tanner be able to trust a woman, settle down, and be faithful?




Stormy Leigh resides in Youngstown, Ohio, with her family, two dogs and five birds. Stormy grew up with a passion for horses and everything outdoors. When she is not reading, writing or hiking, she is painting and restoring furniture. She has a witty, dark sense of humor, she loves to laugh, and loves to make others laugh. She wants to make people feel welcome and less alone in this world. After all, laughter is the best medicine.

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As the memory fades and I come back to the present, I set the cologne bottle down and feel like I’m dying inside at the thought of never having another Christmas with the man I’ve loved since the moment I laid eyes on him in the vocational school lunchroom. I suddenly feel like someone is crushing my heart in a vice, making it hard to breathe. I open his top drawer, looking for a t-shirt I can put on my cold, shivering, naked body. I sift through his drawer, looking for his favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt he wore often. As I rifle through his shirts, my hand touches something hard. I move shirts aside and look down to see a small, black, velvet box. For a long moment, all I can do is stare at it. When I finally pick it up, I back up until my knees hit the bed. I sit down hard, unable to take my eyes from the box, scared to open it. I finally get the courage to lift the lid and my hand moves up over my mouth as I whisper, “Oh my God. “Inside is a breathtaking princess cut diamond engagement ring on a simple, white gold band. My breath catches in my throat, and my chin and lips start quivering as fresh tears pour down my face. My sight blurs so badly that I can hardly make it out anymore. I snap the lid and scream out, “No! You can’t be gone! We had plans! I love you so much!” I clutch the ring box to my chest, grab his other pillow, hugging it as I lay down, pulling his comforter up to my chin. It still smells of him. As his scent surrounds me, I fall into bone-shattering sobs until I pass out sometime in the early morning hours.






Tuesday, July 2, 2019

#NewRelease & #Giveaway - True Gold by @MichelleKPace


Title: True Gold
Author: Michelle Pace
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Mystery
Cover Designer: Michelle Preast
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Publication Date: July 2nd, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
Growing up in True, Alaska, the only truth I knew was that Delilah Campbell was an arrogant pain in my ass. She was also my everything, and still haunts my every waking moment.

I don’t have a single memory that doesn’t include Lie, and I can still taste her, even though Alaska’s no longer big enough for the both of us. After our savage breakup, I fled, chasing my dream and becoming a decorated Green Beret. Ten years later, one bad jump propelled me straight from Special Forces back home, guiding rich idiots into the wilderness, where I struggle to keep them from getting themselves killed. It’s not the life I planned, but at least I’m not behind a desk somewhere.

Then one night, my cell rings, shattering my peaceful existence.

“Connor,” I’d recognize her voice anywhere, and it’s like I’m sixteen again, crazy in love and cocky as hell after finding all those gold bars everyone's been searching for since before we were even born.

I want to tell her to go to hell and throw my phone in the river, but it seems Delilah’s visceral grip on me is permanent.


“It’s mom. She’s missing. I need your help…."







Raised in small town Iowa, Michelle Pace is an international best-selling, multi-genre author. After studying theater and vocal music and directing and performing in numerous productions, Michelle went on to earn degrees in both liberal arts and nursing.
Determined to avoid shoveling snow, she relocated to the Lone Star State with her husband, author L.G. Pace III. Michelle is a mother of three, and she enjoys traveling, live music, and is an enthusiastic amateur beer connoisseur.
Still most at home while entertaining an audience, her mission is to write gripping fiction, not fairy tales.




“This is new.” I reach out to brush her tiny strap aside for a better look at the ink. The tattoo is an antique compass rose, the figure that displays the orientation of the cardinal directions on old maps. The design is actually really nice; a couple of roses and some leaves give the outer circle a wreath-like quality.

“Not really. I got it a long time ago.” Her voice is husky as my fingertip glides across her silky skin. Gooseflesh appears on her upper arm, and that gives me a thrill. “When I was like…twenty… maybe twenty-one.”

She turns around, and her hip brushes against the front of my zipper. I’d say the contact made me hard, but I was halfway there watching her from outside. She looks up at me, and though she’s had to crane her neck to meet my eyes since we were in middle school, it’s always felt as if she were the one looking down on me.

“I was dating the tattoo artist. I guess you could call it ‘dating.’” Her tiny eye roll implies it wasn’t one of her finer moments.

I tilt my head, my blood pumping something fierce between my jealousy at the idea that anyone else has ever touched her and her sheer nearness in this moment. “Oh yeah?”

She nods, and a macabre smile flits across her face. “He was tall. And a major know-it-all. Totally my type.”

I feel an appreciative smile working at my lips.

“Why didn’t you marry him?” It’s a bold and weighty statement and her mouth drops open. She searches me, and for a rare, candid moment, I allow it.

“He was mean.” I see something flicker behind those liquid amber eyes.

“Sounds like a match made in heaven.” My voice is gruff, but I’m glad I spoke the truth. I’m even gladder for how solidly the blow lands, based on the way her perfect bow of a mouth turns down at the edges. In a surprising move, she lifts herself easily onto the counter so she’s sitting on it, and I struggle to keep my eyes off of her well-defined arms and that gravity-defying chest. “This doesn’t have to be ugly, Connor. Let’s have a beer. Catch up. Talk about old times.”

I say nothing, and her lips form a slanted smile. “We did have some good times, didn’t we?”

That’s for fucking sure.

I could step between her legs right now. Slip her panties aside and bury myself in her tight, wet heat. It would be as easy as breathing, and three-quarters of me is ready to take the easy route. I move to the far cabinets away from her, putting temptation at arm’s length. From there, I have an even better view, so I force myself to look away, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “No.”

“No we didn’t have good times, or no we can’t talk about them?” She sounds entertained.

I crack my beer and lock eyes with her. “We’re not talking about us.”

She’s completely unreadable now, and that puts me on edge. “Why not?”

I lean against the cabinet, sipping from my beer. “Because I’m not done being mad at you.”

She blasts an incredulous laugh and when I don’t respond in kind, her laughter dies, and she gives me another thorough once-over.

“You’re mad at me? You’ve got to be kidding.”

I tip back my can in response.

She lets out a sardonic chuckle, but she’s obviously pissed. “That’s rich.”

I wait for her to convince me that I shouldn’t hate her. She seems to be waiting on something too. Her smile, the one that isn’t really a smile at all, fades.

“You promised me, Connor. You promised we’d always be friends.” It’s nearly imperceptible, but her lip quivers. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people aren’t me.

I wrinkle my brow, squinting at her in amazement. “You were very clear, Lie. You said I should never contact you again. How’d you put it? Oh, yeah. You said, ‘Have a nice life.’”

Her shining eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Then, in a classic Lilah move, she wipes her expression blank, closing the shutters, blocking out any hope of peeping inside. “Fair enough.”

I should be glad we’re on the same page. That we’re slamming the door on all of that shit. Instead, I want to roar. Frustrated, I chug my beer. By the time I’m done, she’s chewing on her bottom lip. It’s a quirk of hers that I’ve always found sexy as hell, so it’s like a metaphorical kick in the nuts.

“I’m staying in my old room.” She’s either blushing, or she’s still coming down from the crisp night air. “Take any of the other beds you like.”

My treacherous mind recalls the handful of times I snuck in her bedroom window, and I know exactly which bed I want to slip into. I hurry to grab my bag from where I’d dropped it in the entryway. I’m startled when she speaks again.

“Connor?”

“Yeah?” I turn, hopeful that I’ve finally gotten through her armor in some minute way. Maybe she’ll cry. Crying would be excellent.

“Thank you.” Her earnest eyes tug at my worn and frayed heartstrings. “For coming to help me.”

I drop my bags and stride toward her. Instead of flinching away, she leans forward in anticipation. Though we don’t touch, we still clash like two storm fronts, me dark and ominous, her all lightning and show. I’m close enough to kiss her, and she bats those long lashes, which used to be my undoing. The challenge in her smoldering gaze elicits a deep ache in my groin. I grip the counter top on either side of her thighs until my knuckles turn white.

“I’m not here for you,” I growl.






#NewRelease - The Red Church by @AprylBaker


Title: The Crane Diaries: The Red Church
Author: Apryl Baker
Genre: NA Horror/Paranormal
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design
Publication Date: July 2nd, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
In the swamps of New Orleans sits an old church.

Its history is steeped in blood and death.

For over a century, this abandoned church has inspired fear, and the rumors of the creatures that inhabit it have kept the locals away.

The church has been sold, but work on the property has stalled. Centuries-old fears resurface when accidents start to befall the construction crews and ghosts are seen wandering the derelict stone building. No one dares go back until the property has been cleansed.

The Hathaway Foundation is hired to rid the property of ghosts so that work can begin again, only Emma Crane soon discovers it’s not the ghosts they have to fear, but something far more evil.

There was a reason the church was abandoned, a reason a powerful protection spell was put around the property, and a reason everyone from her father’s priest to Silas, her demonic grandfather, is warning her to stay away.

But now that she’s discovered what roams the halls, she can’t walk away. She can’t be responsible for innocents dying when she might have prevented it.

She’ll gather her team and go up against something she thought existed only in books and movies, something even the hunters in the area fear—a primordial evil, a creature that spawned the first vampires.

But can she stop the creature before it’s too late, before its family destroys hers?




 So who am I?

Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.

Now, I live in a small town in West Virginia where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce…lol.

I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.

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