Saturday, August 31, 2013

Jenna Pizzi is Amazing and so is her Cover Reveal - Chance Encounters!





Sometimes it’s the simple things in life that matter the most.
Emma is a small town girl with big dreams. After years of working hard, she thought she finally had it all: a beach house in Malibu, a fiancé who is a well-known surgeon, and a climbing career in the newspaper world. Except, when Emma finds Matt in bed with another woman only weeks before their wedding, she takes a giant leap by accepting a promotion on the east coast.'

While in her travels across the country, Emma crosses paths with the free-spirited, fly by the seat of his pants, Jacob. She's fascinated by him and his outlook on life.

When circumstances leave her stranded in a strange city, fate brings Jacob and Emma together again. He takes her on a two day journey into his world where he shows her that money doesn’t always buy you happiness. Happiness is there for the taking, all Emma needed to do was know where to look.

So, when Matt rides in to the rescue, Emma must decide if her relationship with him is worth saving, or if her chance encounter with Jacob is her tomorrow.




Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Spotlight on Reflection!

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Reflection

 E-book available now

Paperback releasing -September 2013

Blurb…

 Bridget Ross is a woman with a shameful secret. Despite a life full of success and close friends she denies herself her true desires in penance for the crimes she can't take back.

Connor Reynolds is a man without a purpose. His own tragic past prevents him from putting down roots and pursuing his dreams.

Their paths collide forcing them to face the ultimate question … is their love worth confronting their deepest fears and insecurities?

 

About the Author

 Hailing from Washington, DC, Elene Sallinger first caught the writing bug in 2004 after writing and illustrating several stories for her then four-year-old daughter. Her writing career has encompassed two award-winning children's stories, a stint as a consumer-education advocate, as well as writing her debut novel, Awakening - a novel of erotic fiction that won the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.

Excerpt:

 “I have no idea why you don’t see yourself as sexy, but you are. From your brain all the way down to your perfectly painted toes. Everything about you is erotic as hell. You get me hard in the same breath that you intrigue me with some thought you just spoke.”

She turned her eyes away and flushed even deeper at the mention of him getting hard over her. She was no prude, but she wasn’t used to men so casually discussing sexual things with her.

   

He didn’t say anything else, but he did shift until he was sitting more closely beside her. She could feel the heat from his skin through the jeans he wore. The cotton of his T-shirt did nothing to mask it either. A soft breeze washed over them and she could smell the light woodsy scent of whatever soap he used. Her entire body was instantly attuned to his.

  

She saw his hand move but was still surprised when he gently tipped her chin up to look at him. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but the depth of the desire she saw in his face was not it. She responded almost violently. Her nipples sprang to life, hardening and tingling against the simple cotton of her bra. She went liquid at her core and her heart rate kicked up a notch.

“I want to kiss you, Bridget. Hell, let’s be real, I want to do a whole hell of a lot more than that, but I want to start with kissing you.”

  

His eyes had deepened to an almost gunmetal gray with lust. She was completely mesmerized by his obvious desire for her, by the touch of his fingers on her chin, by the scent of his body so closed to hers. She didn’t bother reaching for words, she just nodded.

  

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. They were warm, and soft. As he deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth, she could feel the rasp of stubble from where he’d shaved earlier that day. His tongue leisurely explored her mouth. No crevice went without tending, but he didn’t force his attention on her.

  

 His hand ran gently up her body, stopping briefly to cup her breast. He lingered but a moment as if testing the weight and shape before moving up her body. She luxuriated in the feel of him. The soft invasion of his tongue in her mouth was both foreign and familiar throwing her even further off kilter.

  

She moaned and leaned into him bringing one hand to rest on his thigh which flexed under her fingers. Her blood was thrumming through her veins and she felt her body tuning to him. Any lingering embarrassment over the portrait was forgotten as she gave herself up to his kiss.

 She could kiss him forever.

  

Connor brought his hand to her neck and exerted gentle pressure to lean her backwards at the same time he turned and subtly shifted his body to cover hers.

  

She didn’t think, she simply reacted. Her knee connected with his balls and he exploded back from her curling into the fetal position with a sharp cry.

  

“Connor!” she scrambled to her hands and knees as realization sank in, “Oh my god! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

  

Hot tears began to run down her face and she chanted her apology over and over. He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were clamped closed and he rocked back and forth, the pain evident on his face.

  

It was time to face facts. There was no use pretending anymore. She was just too broken.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Resisting Fate Blog Tour!

 Resisting Fate

 Heather Van Fleet
"I don't usually read werewolf stories, and I liked this one a lot!"



Synopsis:
Seventeen-year-old Emmy O’Connell is the epitome of a hot mess.
Her boyfriend’s been shipped out of town to some boarding school four states away. Her step douche is constantly drunk and badgering her. And then there’s her good-ole-mom… The lady is nothing more than a miserable shell of a woman. She’s turned off all of her feelings and her ability to be a good mother as well, leaving poor Emmy and her four year old brother Jamie to suffer. Life couldn’t get much worse, right?

 Enter the elusive, cocky, and oh-so-broody Jack Hartman…
The jerk cousin of her boyfriend becomes Emmy’s worst nightmare…times ten. He’s cruel. He’s insensitive. But he also has this strange little ability over her – he makes her weak in the knees with the single touch of his hand. But no matter how miserable or amazing Jack makes her feel, Emmy can’t seem to deny him, especially when he takes on the role of her protector –her pseudo-knight in a black leather coat. A knight who also just so happens to ride in on his black Harley, instead of a white horse…

And to make a bad situation worse…

Werewolves and teens shouldn’t mix! But what can Emmy do when she finds herself thrown head first into the center of it all? Can she handle the supernatural mess her life rapidly becomes or will she fight against the inevitable fate her heart desires?


About the author:

Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.
She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for books, and has been creating her own little stories since the age of seven. But she never really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do something about it until her youngest daughter Isabella was born just two years ago. Bella, as well as her older sisters Kelsey and Emma, are and always will be her greatest inspirations.

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Excerpt: 

“That smart mouth doesn’t sit well with me,” he licked his lips. His eyes never wavered from mine.
I nibbled on my lower lip, just as a small smile graced the edges of my mouth. Oh yeah, my bravado was about ready to kick some ass. I think I kind of liked being a smart ass.

“What are you going to do about it Jack?” I inhaled a breath, taking in his warm, delicious scent. My throat went even drier than before. I practically stared holes into his face as I studied every tiny mark, every single scar on his perfectly flawed skin. He was gorgeous, with a little scar here, a little white patch there. His hotness could have left me breathless for days if I kept up my perusal any longer.

And then I blinked, Christ. I knew exactly what had to be done. I had to kiss him. I had to get this itch scratched and then I had to move on. His eyes darkened, his breath was warm and heavy over my face, and he licked his lips. I blinked. Holy-balls… He wanted to kiss me too.

That ever-present electricity running between us wouldn’t stop. If anything, it only increased our pull. I moved in; his lips touching my lips was all I wanted. I needed to feel again, feel it all with a boy who hated me, but apparently wanted to kiss me as badly.

Dryness on dryness soon changed to warmth on warmth, and when I pressed my mouth fully to his, his hands left my neck, and went to my waist. His fingernails dug into my sides and the son of a bitch pushed me away from him.
So there I was, my head tilted to the side, ready, willing, and able to do whatever the hell this moment led us too, and all he could do was chuckle. Yes. Chuckle.

He was the biggest rat bastard.
Ever.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Fantasy Football

Every year about this time as myself and my puppy flee our humble abode to escape the onslaught of serious men coming with their football magazines and their secret strategies to concur the world of Fantasy Football, but before we can make our escape we hear about it for three to five weeks before every day of every minute accept when he is working or building something. 

The countdown begins where will he place. Where will his buddies place? Who will be victorious. 


Much like these two eager players they come ready to take on the Draft Party and find out the number they will pull. This year that faithful number came the weekend before with myself hiding from the camera as the draft lineup was picked and videoed to show that he is not cheating. 

HIS NUMBER IS IN, THE PHONE CALLS BEGIN
He must have cheated to get such a good number. The shit talking has started. Even though we get to leave, my puppy and I, during the initial Draft Party we are still here as week after week the bundle of nerves paces in front of the TV.

SOME NIGHTS HE LOOKS LIKE THIS


SOME NIGHTS HE LOOKS LIKE THIS 

BUT IT'S ALWAYS STRESSFUL

There are weeks of this emotional roller coaster where he asks which player he should play and then plays the other. Agonizing over his decisions and re-thinking what he should have done instead and then every minute of the football game which is just not even fun for him to watch because of the constant up and down point system, and his opponent is getting the upper hand.

Bragging rights for a year, money, saving face, its all on the line... 

The spouse deals with the Fantasy as much as the man does because its all we hear about, its all they think about, and it starts way before August. 

Defying Fate Release Day Blitz!

 Defying Fate 
 Lola James    
New Adult Paranormal Romance
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours



Book Description:
Love… Death… Fate!
Megan opened her heart and defied her fate for love. Alex wanted nothing more than to be with Megan, no matter the cost. After a vision meticulously unravels her existence it leaves Megan wondering is their love worth death?
To escape her demise, Megan enlists the help of Emilian, her vampire protector. However, the world around her slips away as his presence melts her, a gaze ignites her, and when he touches her every sensual fantasy plays in her mind. The problem is she has a job to do and she can’t afford to lose focus but he’s the only one that can keep the looming threats away.
What’s a girl to do? Death is not an option but it may be the only one she has… Continue the fated journey in Defying Fate.



Author Bio:
Lola is a fool for a love story, a sucker for a cupcake, and let’s not talk about what she’d do for a Klondike bar. She enjoys long walks on the beach and movies that involve chainsaws. By day she's the HR Lady and by nightfall she puts on a cape to become a romance writer.

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Excerpt one: 

I marched back into the living room and toward the box before striking the match and tossing it in. I watched the red sequins melt as the fire picked up and began to roar.

I had just ended that dress’s life and in doing so ended the manipulative events that followed, right there on the living room floor. “Megan, are you burning—” Emilian’s eyes widened as he rounded the corner from the hallway. In a blur, he was out the doorway and back from some other part of the house with a fire extinguisher in hand.