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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Eleanor Green Wait For Me EXCLUSIVE!

Wait For Me

Expected Publication date:  May 4, 2015

Cooper Sterling has been in love with Briley Sheffield since fifth grade, when he asked her to marry him on wide-ruled paper crafted into the fold-and-tuck square.

But life isnt that neat and tidy.

Years later, defending Briley from an attack lands Cooper in prison, powerless to protect her and unable to convince her to wait for him.

When a failed engagement opens up the possibility of a relationship with Cooper, a mysterious envelope threatens to slam shut every door in Brileys path. Now she must choose . . . risk the stability of friendship she has with Cooper, or put everything on hold and solve the mysteries of her family secrets.

Wait For Me is book 1 of a 2-book series, but can be read as a standalone.

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Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her breasts begging to be released from two tiny triangles of polka dot material. My brain didnt register that what I was about to do might be a bad idea. Instinctively I trailed a runaway bead of water down her cheek with my thumb. My eyes locked on hers and I could feel my soul being enticed by the deep, dark pools of innocence.
When she didnt shy away, I leaned in. Sliding one arm around her waist while the other held onto the side of the pool, I pulled her to me. Moving closer, I felt her breath as her lips parted, taking in shallow, intermittent breaths. She was nervous. Excitement raged through my veins as I closed the small space between us and felt her soft lips against mine. Her lips parted on a sigh and I took the opportunity to explore the sweet taste of her mouth fully. Our tongues mingled, teased, and taunted, playing a wicked game and making me lose all sense of reality.
Even soaked in chlorine, she was intoxicating. Moving my mouth along the line of her jaw, nipping and kissing until I reached her throat, I found a spot behind her ear that elicited a low groan. I stayed there, reveling in the way it felt to have her fingers twisting in my hair. Losing control with each of her lust-filled moans.
Her flesh pebbled with goose bumps. A gentleman wouldve asked her if she was cold and wanted to move this out of the water. But I knew better. No way in hell was I interrupting the mood, even for a second.
The most amazing feelingone that would forever be burned to memorywas Brileys legs wrapping around my waist. Her mouth crashed into mine hungrily and it was all I could do not to let go of the edge of the pool.

Copyright Eleanor Green 2015(c)

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About Torn
When Katie Harrington becomes engaged to Branson Stone she believes her life is right on track for all her dreams to come true.

However, flashes of a life she never lived haunt herleading her to discover a past that has been purposely erased from her memory in order to protect her from horrible truths.

The look on her fiancé’s face as she retells everything she remembers will forever be etched in her mind. Instead of catching and comforting her, he lets her go.

Retreating to the familys cottage on the Outer Banks for the summer, Katies heart begins to heal. She succumbs to the allure of a dangerously handsome local, Aidan Romero. But as soon as Katie begins to let go and move on with Aidan . . . Branson finds her.

Now Katie is torn between two livesfacing her painful past with Branson, or moving on with Aidan and keeping the secrets safely buried forever.

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Eleanor Green

Eleanor resides in Tennessee with her husband and two children.
She enjoys the things everyone else doesreading, writing, cookingbut is also an adventure seeker.
Terrified of cats, passionate about hot tea, allergic to being cold.
Still left on her bucket list: getting lost in Italy and being invited in for dinner by a sweet family, eating a scorpion, and growing old by the ocean.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Marrow Surprise release!!

Marrow Release 
Happy Release Day to Marrow by Tarryn Fisher! We are so excited to be sharing the release of another much anticipated book from this amazing author!!
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Marrow_ebook_gradientletters Synopsis
In the Bone there is a house.
In the house there is a girl.
In the girl there is a darkness.
Margo is not like other girls. She lives in a derelict neighborhood called the Bone, in a cursed house, with her cursed mother, who hasn’t spoken to her in over two years. She lives her days feeling invisible. It’s not until she develops a friendship with her wheelchair-bound neighbor, Judah Grant, that things begin to change. When neighborhood girl, seven-year-old Nevaeh Anthony, goes missing, Judah sets out to help Margo uncover what happened to her.
What Margo finds changes her, and with a new perspective on life, she’s determined to find evil and punish it–targeting rapists and child molesters, one by one.
But hunting evil is dangerous, and Margo risks losing everything, including her own soul.
Tarryn Fisher is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of six novels. Her newest novel, Marrow, just released in April 2015 and she is currently working on the second installment of Never Never. She is the co-founder of Clothed Caption, a fashion blog she runs with her friend, Madison Seidler. Tarryn resides in the Seattle area with her family. She loves rainy days, Coke, and thinks Instagram is the new Facebook. Tarryn is represented by Amy Tannenbaum of the Jane Rotrosen Agency.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Reckoning Teaser by SL Scott


Coming April 28, 2015

The Reckoning

S.L. Scott

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Any guesses? Stay tuned next week April 23rd for the cover and blurb reveal!



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About S.L. Scott



S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures. Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies. Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys. Her novels include The Resistance, The Redemption, The From the Inside Out Series, and the Welcome to Paradise series


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Bounce by Noelle August Cover Reveal

By Noelle August
Coming to you August 25th, 2015!

William Morrow Trade Paperback; August 25, 2015; $13.99; ISBN: 9780062331106

Following in the bestselling tradition of Molly McAdams and J. Lynn, this final chapter in the fun and steamy New Adult trilogy by Noelle August (authors Veronica Rossi and Lorin Oberweger) features two aspiring musicians who must choose between their careers…and their sizzling attraction for each other.

Playing the occasional club gig just isn’t cutting it for twenty-two-year-old cellist Skyler Canby, who’s trying to support herself and her mother back home in Kentucky. Persuaded by her best friend Beth to accompany her on an audition for the first feature film launched by Blackwood Entertainment, she figures why not? Beth’s a shoe-in for the lead, but maybe Skyler’s newly dyed pink hair will help her stand out enough to score a small speaking part.

Never in her wildest dreams does Skyler imagine she’ll land the lead role or that she’ll have her shoes knocked off her feet by the kiss her audition partner, Grey Blackwood, plants on her—a kiss that feels very real and not at all “acted. ”

After throwing a party that causes thousands of dollars of damage to his older brother’s home, reckless musician Grey Blackwood gets roped into working off his debt on the set of his CEO brother’s newest project. Grey spends his days fetching coffee and doing odd jobs around the studio, but he lives for nights when he performs with his band. He knows if he can stay focused, success as a singer is just around the corner. But that’s tough with a distracting pink-haired girl occupying his every waking thought.

Skyler and Grey have every reason to resist each other. But, like a song neither of them can get out of their minds, they have no choice but to go where the music takes them.

William Morrow Trade Paperback; August 25, 2015; $13.99; ISBN: 9780062331106

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Question: What do you get when friends pen a story with heart, plenty of laughs, and toe-curling kissing scenes? Answer: Noelle August, the pseudonym for renowned editor and award-winning writer Lorin Oberweger and New York Times bestselling YA author Veronica Rossi, the masterminds behind the Boomerang series. You can visit them at, @Noelle_August,

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Love Abstract Cover Reveal



Things aren't always what they seem.

And in the light, Sleeping Shadows awaken and truths are exposed.


I love you.

Of all the lies he ever told me, that is my favorite.


Phoenix isn't who he thinks he is.

He is what he hides.

I know that now.


His lies became so real he started to believe them,

deceiving even himself.

His silence lies, too.

The truth won't set you free. It will destroy you.

Love is deceptive like that.



It all started with a little white lie.

A lie of omission, if you want to be technical.

But somewhere along the way, that little white lie turned into a massive, gaping black hole, mercilessly sucking in every facet of my life bit by fucking bit.

I’ve done everything I can to protect Ivy, to keep her out of my screw up. But one day she’s going to find out. And I know I need to tell her before someone else does. I need her to understand. I need her forgiveness. I need her to hear the sincerity in my words, my apology.

I can only hope that Ivy is open-minded and understanding enough to accept my past transgressions as she’s accepted her own. She has to accept me as I accepted her, fuck ups and all, right?

Ivy knows I’m not myself. I haven’t been myself in what feels like years. She can see the guilt of an unnamed crime written all over my face, but for whatever reason, she chooses not to say anything. Maybe she’s terrified of what the truth will bring?

She should be.

And frankly, so am I.

The demons of my past haunt me every fucking day. I wish things had unfolded differently. I never imagined that one decision could ever bite me in the ass like it has. But I can’t turn back time and rewrite the past without changing the course of my present … my future. The choices I made ultimately led me to her. And she is all that is good in my life …

The one thing going right.

And I won’t give that up without a fight.

The streetlight streaming in through the cracks in the blinds is just enough to illuminate our bedroom. I’ve been awake for hours; my mind racing to all the dark places I hate visiting.

I sit up, careful not to stir Ivy. Her hair cascades across her pillow. She looks so beautiful when she’s asleep. There’s no worry in her face, and she is just at peace with the world. Everything about this woman was created specifically for me. I can watch her for a single moment and easily find one thousand new things I love about her.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve perfected the fine art of quietly escaping our bedroom. I stealthily make my way to the door and slowly turn the handle. I look back over my shoulder and watch her sigh in her sleep. She’s snoring softly, and I just know.

I know that this is it.

She is it.

Most guys would never admit the moment they knew they wanted to marry the love of their life.

Then again, I’m not most guys.

I’m just an asshole. Quite possibly the luckiest asshole in the history of assholes.

And who knows how long my luck will last.

Because today is going to be the day I come clean and tell her what happened.

And this time I mean it.



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About B.L. Berry

B.L. Berry is many things. A New Adult author. A self-proclaimed music whore. A long-course triathlete. A marketing savant. And a full-time working mom. While there are never enough hours in the day, she does the best she can to get things done and hopes for technological advances in human cloning.

When she’s not hiding behind her computer writing, you can find her spending time with her family or catching up on her favorite TV shows. Rumor has it she’ll sleep when she’s dead.

She is Canadian by birth. Mexican by marriage. Chicagoan by heart. Kansan by choice. Jayhawk purely by common sense.

Residing outside of Kansas City, she lives with her husband, two children and black pug. Each day her family thanks the makers of e-Readers, because without which they would be living amongst stacks and stacks of romance novels. Conversely, each day B.L. Berry thanks the makers of e-Readers for hiding her book-hoarding tendencies.



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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Two Week Turnaround Blitz


Two Week Turnaround By Geneva Lee




Give Sofia King two weeks and she can turn any strung out star’s career and life around. She’s got it all—the career, the shoes, the glamour—and her plans don’t include a man unless he comes with a guaranteed toe-curling orgasm. But when her father, head of Maxximum Studios, calls in a favor, she’s forced to take on the one bad boy she has no interest in reforming.

Isaac Blue.

With box-office bankability and a new woman in his bed every night, Isaac seems to have it all. Except happiness. So when his latest antics threaten to shut down a summer blockbuster and his producers decide to send in Sofia King, Isaac may have a shot at getting what he really wants. The one woman who got away. Sofia’s icy attitude about their past only makes him want to turn up the heat. And Isaac isn't about to say no to Sofia's proposed plan of action, especially if it gets her back in his bed.

Sofia is sure a week with Isaac will get him out of her system and keep him in line until filming is over.

But as on-set supervision becomes in-trailer flirtation, and wild sex turns into sensual lovemaking, Sofia might just be the one whose life is turning around...


Sofia shook off the inauspicious start. Well, she shook off the random girl. The fact that Isaac obviously didn't recognize her was a little harder to dismiss. It wasn't the first time she'd been blindsided by a new client. She'd picked up strung-out, sixtysomething rockers from frat parties and bailed out drunk celebri-tantes under the radar of the paparazzi. She could handle a hungover, beat-up Isaac Blue.

So why did it feel as if she was barely hanging on to her composure?

Maybe because after six years he still looked incredible even with a newly acquired black eye. It hadn't been a surprise to Sofia that Isaac had taken his career so far in so little time. He'd evolved from a lean, good-looking teen heartthrob into a well-built, panty-melting sex symbol. The brown hair that had once hung shaggy past his ears was cropped into a sexy mess just long enough to hold on to, but his eyes and that sinful smirk were the same. He'd been repackaged into a star, and while Sofia found herself drinking in the view as he stalked toward the couch in his low-slung jeans, she couldn't help wondering just how much had changed on the inside.

Striding into the hotel room, she eyed the suite for signs of more life. Thankfully, it had been a one-night stand and not a double, triple or worse. Nobody liked to break up an orgy. Sofia dropped her purse on the table and crossed her arms over her chest as she rounded on him.

“I'm here on behalf of Maxximum Studios,” she informed him, careful to keep her tone measured and professional. This was the stage that an involuntary client was likely to bolt, so it was important to show him his options. Namely, that he had none.

“Apparently Christmas came early. Maxx has outdone himself this time,” Isaac drawled, the rich Southern accent he usually hid seeping through. He circled his finger in the air. “Spin for me, princess.”

Sofia's eyes narrowed as she planted her hands on her hips. She chose to ignore the fact that her father obviously thought strippers were appropriate holiday gifts, but she had to fight the irrational surge of rage that swelled in her at discovering that Isaac was still a ladies' man. He'd been a walking hard-on when they'd first met and nothing had changed after all. “I'm here to save your career.”

“I have to admit that I find that disappointing.” Isaac flashed her a dazzling smile. “Are you sure I can't persuade you to join me?” He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms behind his head as his eyes flickered to his lap.

“Put a shirt on,” she demanded, “and then we'll talk.”

“Okay,” he said with a shrug, “but I'm so much more open when I'm comfortable.”

Sofia paused to consider this. If a new client had said this she would have called his bluff, knowing the worst-case scenario was that she'd be treated to a glimpse of his birthday suit. But Isaac wasn't exactly a new client, and she'd been to that party before. It was exactly the kind of thing he would do to test a stranger, especially one in a skirt. How many women could resist the sight of a nude Isaac Blue? Sofia didn't have a spreadsheet, but she could guess the stats on her own.

The real question was: Could she resist seeing him like that? An hour ago, she would have said yes, but an hour ago, it had been six years since they'd been in the same room. An hour ago she’d thought the only thing she felt for him was the dull, ghostly pain of betrayal. Now she knew better. But maybe the only way to beat the player was to play by his rules. Never mind that her nipples felt like a set of pushpins just from his proximity and forget the fact that her blood had caught fire in his mere presence. She could totally handle the sight of Isaac's unbelievably perfect six-pack.

The only way to decide was to fall back on her proven methodology. They were still in the first twenty-four hours of the turnaround, which meant they were clearly in the forty-eight-hour assessment period. It was crucial that she spend this time getting to know who her client was, and as much as she thought she knew Isaac, her job was to approach this as a professional. Sofia only had one rule when it came to assessments: she always did them on the client's terms. If they wanted to go to a bar, she went. If their dealer showed up, she stayed out of it.

Knowing exactly what she had to do, she returned his shrug. “If that makes you comfortable, it's fine with me.”

She caught the surprise flicker in his eyes even as he stood and kicked off his designer boots, but by the time he tugged down his zipper, his cocky grin had returned. Isaac pushed his pants to the floor with a triumphant flourish, leaving him standing stark naked before her.

“Feel better?” she asked, gluing her eyes to his in what was likely to be the stare-off of the century.

“Much.” The word oozed with his slow, delicious Georgian accent. He winked at her, and Sofia felt heat flush across her skin.

Goddammit, he still knew how to press all her buttons. Although to be fair she doubted that any hot-blooded woman would have been able to handle the combination of his undeniable charisma and the stack of abs that narrowed into a chiseled V.

“I suddenly feel at a disadvantage, Miss…?”

The overly polite prompt for an introduction reminded Sofia exactly why it didn't matter that Isaac Blue was naked in front of her. Maybe it was the symptom of a bruised ego that she thought he should remember her, but memory problems were far from rare in her clients.

“Miss King. I mean, Ms. King.” Then again, maybe he wasn't the only one having trouble with his memory.

“It's a pleasure.” He closed the small distance between them and caught her hand, drawing it up to his lips. She knew his slow-as-honey words came from a mouth that didn't only draw out its sentences. Heat radiated off him, and her eyes felt heavy, as though his mere presence was a powerful opiate. Her own personal drug.

But as he released her hand, she caught sight of his ink-stained fingertips. Sofia snapped back to reality, stepping away from him and tugging at her blouse as she shook her body free of his intoxicating effects.

“We should get to work,” she informed him, switching into business mode. “You're expected on set tomorrow.”

Isaac frowned, running a hand through his tangled black hair. “I'm expected on set on Tuesday.”

“Tomorrow is Tuesday.”

“What the hell happened to Sunday?” He strode toward the bedroom, abandoning his flirtatious charade, and began ransacking the top of the dresser.

Sofia watched, mentally noting what she saw in his bedroom. No evidence of drugs. That was a good sign. Although there were some empty beer bottles. That wasn't so good. Other than that, there was the usual contents of a guy's pockets spilled across the bureau: loose coins, a wallet and a couple of condoms.

Intact condoms.

Still-wrapped condoms.

Unused condoms.

She hated herself for noticing.

“Lose something?” she asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorway.

“My phone,” he snapped, “my Sunday and, apparently, my mind.”

Sofia's mouth curved into a satisfied smile. She was right on track after all. “That's why I'm here.”


About Geneva Lee

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Geneva Lee is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She prefers fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry and the children. She lives in Kansas City with her family.

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Thursday, April 9, 2015

S.L. Scott The Reckoning Title and Blurb Reveal

Coming April 28, 2015

The Reckoning

S.L. Scott



About S.L. Scott


S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures.

Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions

she calls hobbies. Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons,

two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys. Her novels

include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.

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