Monday, November 24, 2014

Cover Reveal - Royal Blood

Title: Royal Blood
Series: Royal Blood #1
Author: Amity Cross
Cover Design: Amity Cross
 Release Date: December 8, 2014


A hit gone wrong, an impossible contract, revenge and the ultimate kicker… falling in love.

Mercy Reid is a runner.

She found the perfect place to hide, until it wasn't.

Xavier "X" Blood always gets what he wants.

He had the perfect arrangement, until it wasn't.

X is the mysterious tough guy from Royal Blood MC who gets shit done. Cross the Club and you get a visit from X. Only one person walks away at the end of it...and it isn't you.

Mercy is hiding something. Something big. Looking to get lost, she runs from one hopeless situation right into the clutches of a monster.

When X and Mercy meet, something more electrifying than sparks fly. Something dangerous, passionate and forbidden.

When you deal in death, there's only one way things can end...

Or is there?

- If you like sparkly unicorns and hearts, Royal Blood IS NOT for you.
- If you like dark twisty anti-heroes and heart stopping roller coasters, Royal Blood IS for you. 
- If you like teddy bears and kittens with whiskers, Royal Blood IS NOT for you. 
- If you like unapologetic alpha males that drip sex and talk dirty, Royal Blood IS for you.

You have been warned.

As the owner of this blog, I would just like to warn people about foul language in this excerpt before you read it. Please skip over this one if that is offensive to you. Thanks ~ Chantel


Sliding out of the booth, I sauntered across the pub and ducked behind the counter. Nobody gave me a second glance. They didn’t know who I was, nobody did, but they knew I wasn’t anybody good. Peering through the window on the door, Mercy had her back turned, wiping at her damp T-shirt. I could step into her from behind and show her how hard I was…but that wasn’t the way this game was going to be played.
Pressing the door open with the flat of my palm, she looked up at me with blue eyes that gave away two things. Her hair wasn’t naturally black and by the way her pupils dilated, she was amped up. I was interested in only one of these observations and by the way my cock began to stir, there was no guessing which one was the money shot.
Mercy glared up at me, trying to cover her surprise at my appearance.
“What the fuck do you want?” she spat, dabbing at her tiny T-shirt with a rag. “You’re not allowed back here. Employees only."
I stepped closer, not put off by her tone at all. I’d had worse.
“I don’t give a shit,” I said.
She eyed me, her gaze raking from head to cock and back up again.
I quirked an eyebrow, my lip curling in amusement.
“If you want something, just fucking say it,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are."
“X, what?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. Bitch didn’t miss a trick.
“It’s my name."
"X as in the letter x?" She rolled her eyes.
"Got a problem?" I asked, inching closer.
“Yeah.” She nodded at me. “You’re in a staff only area. You might be all buddy buddy with Weiss, but I don’t know you from shit."
“The mouth on you,” I breathed, totally turned on. I knew she had bite in her, but fucking Jesus H Christ. The more she bit, the harder I got. My gaze rested on her tits. Yeah, I was a tits man through and through and hers...
“You think I’m going to let you fuck me?” she scoffed, her bluntness doing nothing but turning me on even more.
My gaze snapped back to hers. “Who said I was going to fuck you?"
She pressed her hips forward, her groin rubbing into mine. “Your cock."
My hand shot up and grasped the hair at the nape of her neck. With a sharp tug, her head fell to the side, leaving her neck exposed. If I was an asshole, I’d just take her now, but I wasn’t…fuck that. I was an asshole. Asshole was too safe a word to describe the kind of man I was.
“No,” I said, running my gaze down her pale neck and over her tits. “No, I’m not going to fuck you, Mercy.” She gave me a look that screamed ‘offended' and it only made me grin wider. “Not here. When I fuck you, I’m not going to share your screams with anyone."
Her entire body shivered and I knew I had her. Next time, she would come to me.
Letting her go, I let her hair run between my fingers and it took her a beat too long to step back and separate our bodies.
Giving her one last appreciative look, I turned on my heel and exited the ‘employee only’ room. I could wait. My cock strained against my jeans in protest, but this was one desire I was playing out and savoring.
I strode across the bar and pushed out the door, rearranging myself.
I could wait.

Author Bio

Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.

I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.

I live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.

Insert more pretentious c**p here.

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

#BookReview Romancing Christmas Story #10 - A Father For Christmas by Rachelle Ayala #romance

Title: A Father For Christmas
Author: Rachelle Ayala
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars!

This story will warm your heart and make you believe in goodness again. All Bree wants is a daddy, and when Santa promises her one for Christmas, she is determined to find one. Her mom, Kelly, doesn’t think they need a man in their family, and she isn’t anxious to get into a relationship. Bring in Tyler, a damaged veteran who saw more than he could handle in the war, and watch the sparks fly.

Bree captured my heart, making me root for her to get her Christmas wish, even though I could understand Kelly’s hesitations and fears looking at it from the standpoint of a mother. Tyler is a great hero, despite his problems, and his sweetness and charitable nature melted my heart.

A great story that embodies the spirit of Christmas and the hope for second chances and true love.

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Cover Reveal - Heroes To Swoon For

Heroes To Swoon For Boxed Set
11 Sizzling Contemporary Romances

Multi-author boxed set
Genre: Contemporary Romance Anthology
Release Date: December 8, 2014

New Release Sale Price: $0.99 Limited Time. Purchased separately, the books in this set would cost over $30. Nine Full-Length Novels, 1 Novella, and 1 Short Story from NY Times, USA Today, National and International Bestselling Authors.

We all need a hero! Preferably a hot, muscled, romantic one who's not afraid to fight for the woman he loves. From firefighters to athletes, and artists to rockers, these swoon-worthy heroes will keep you on your toes and weak in your knees. Slip into a reading adventure that will have you panting for more: fun, steam, and thrills.

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ArousedJade Kerrion
Can falling in love with a gorgeous male escort lead to anything except inevitable heartbreak?

Blazing LoveChantel Rhondeau
An emotionally injured veterinarian assistant struggles to resist the heat of a blazing hot firefighter, but she can’t avoid the flames of his passion.

Roaring Hot!Rachelle Ayala
A playboy motorcycle racer hires an aspiring actress when he is challenged by his grandmother to bring a real girlfriend to her birthday party.

The Right Pitch Lyssa Layne
Colie Adger is torn between the lavish attention from a big shot pitcher and the common sense of a solid friend. Can Colie figure out her own heart and hit a homerun off the right pitch?

The Art of Love- Michele Shriver
After watching her parents' marriage crumble, jewelry artist Chelsea Matthews doesn't believe in love, but a sexy painter sets out to win her heart and prove that good guys do exist.

Behind the AltarP.C. Zick
All seems perfect in Leah's life until tattoo artist Dean rides his Harley into her heart in this story of forbidden love.

Lost Avalon - K.S. Thomas
Blaise Nolan has it all - brooding good looks, a haunting voice and troubled lyrics of a soul gone lost. Only he didn't wind up brooding, haunted and lost by accident...

Second Shield - Stacy Eaton
Agent Drew Bradley goes undercover to find an officer gone rogue, but what he finds in Detective Sergeant Mackenzie McAllister is nothing he ever expected.

Amber Rules – Melinda Curtis
One of the first assignments of life coach to the rich and famous, Amber Rule, is to improve the game of Evan Oliver, one of the biggest bad-asses in the NBA. Will Amber up Evan's game? Or will he teach her a new set of rules?

Wild Irish RideJennifer Saints
Sexy, Southern Suspense. Jesse was Alexi's forbidden fruit, the one man she couldn't forget and can't resist. After twelve years he's back for her—so is a killer.

How You Remind Me - Julie Leto
Can a former party girl take a chance on a sexy guitarist who knows her deepest, darkest secrets?

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#NewRelease ~ Sugar Rush

Title: Sugar Rush
Series: Friend-Zoned #3
Author: Belle Aurora
 Release Date: November 21, 2014


Max Leokov has watched the people around him find love.
At one point in life, he not only wanted that, but lived for it.
He loved once. He loved with all his heart.
His heart broken, he was left to care for his young daughter.

He deserves a second chance.

Helena Kovac has spent years studying.
She has worked her ass off to get her degree.
She doesn't have time for love. Hell, she doesn't have time to mess around, even.
Books and work are her life. Everything else comes second.

When Max and Helena join forces to help his daughter, Ceecee, they are shocked at the spark between them.

A cynic.
A workaholic.

When love hits, it hits hard.

And sometimes, love hurts.

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What reviewers are saying about
Sugar Rush...

"I could not put this book down. It was laugh out loud funny, hot, romantic, sweet, and it even had me tearing up in parts. A perfect addition to an incredible series."  
~ The Romance Room

"Ms Aurora has created a group of friends that you can't help but be envious of and want in your own life. You cannot help but fall in love with each and every one of them." ~ BJ's Book Blog

Author Bio

Belle Aurora is twenty seven years old and was born in the land down under. 

At an early age she fell in love with reading. Boredom one summer had her scouring the bookshelves at home. She stumbled across Sandra Brown's Breath of Scandal and fell in love with romance. 

Having been brought up in a loud and boisterous family of Croatian descent, she developed a natural love for dramatics and humor. Only some years ago had she discovered a new love. 

Humorous romance novels. 

Kristen Ashley and R.L. Mathewson had opened a brand new world where she could lose herself yet feel safe and at home in their stories. Belle has been known to become a screeching banshee while anxiously awaiting their newest titles. 

Belle never thought she would write. It had never interested her until recently. Friend-Zoned began to form and in February 2013 Belle typed the words Chapter One. And she fell in love. 

With words. 

With writing. 

With a creative imagination she never knew she harbored.

Friend-Zoned is the first in the Friend-Zoned series. Keep an eye out for this cheeky author.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Urban Fantasy Romance ~ Princess of The Light

Title: Princess of the Light
Author: N. N. Light
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Release Date: September 2, 2014

Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God - yeah that Gabriel, visited Mary Miller. He told her, as the key she is destined to spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough until she’s thrown in the face of evil, and then Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she loves.

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Illustration : streamy digital
Model : VictoriaAndrea
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My phone beeped with the time. The bookstore was now open—no chance for change now.

Two women walked towards the entrance. I'll give them a few minutes and then I'll go in, I thought. I started to lean my chair back to catch a quick nap. Afraid I'd never get myself to wake up if I did that, I reconsidered and sat back up. Yawning, I read through my email for a few minutes instead, and then got out of the car headed for the entrance.

The Information Counter sign was to the left just through the doors. No one was at the desk at the moment, but there was a woman wearing a red suit over by the periodicals. She looked a little over average height, but I noticed she was wearing heels. She had thick, long, dark red hair that encircled her face and flowed past her shoulders.

She was stunning.

I hoped she worked here not only so I had a reason to talk to her, but also so that I could get my books without having to do too much unnecessary leg work. That nap was still calling my name.

As I approached, I noticed that she barely wore any make-up at all. Her fair skin looked like it had been touched by the sun recently, too. She glanced up from the newspapers she was replacing from yesterday. She had incredibly animated brown eyes that had an unusual light that seemed to emanate from within. Her nose was small, her lips were full, and her skin looked so soft...

"Can I help you with something, sir?" The woman's voice quivered slightly and she leaned a little, as if she suddenly needed the wall for support.

Whoa, I couldn't help but think. I frankly felt like a moth to the flame. All I wanted to do was have a reason to get closer to her. The fact that her eyes seemed to shine with an actual light didn't help matters. I had never felt such an automatic attraction before, and I wanted to lean closer and see what was going on with her eyes.

She was either looking at me like I was the only man in the world—and quite possibly the sexiest one—or else my open gawking had freaked her out. Either way, I couldn't have told her which it was, because my mouth felt like a cotton ball container.

"Yes," I managed to rasp to her. "Where is your Architecture section?"

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" Yes. You, I wanted to say. "I could look to see if it is in stock." Oh. Are there more of you somewhere?

The sound of her voice was starting to make my heart pound.

She had an earthly beauty about her. There was nothing extraordinary in her features, yet something about her just seemed to glow.

I felt my breath quicken. Joe, what's the matter with you? Get a grip. You've seen girls before.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts without worrying what I looked like and said, "Please forgive my manners, but what is your name?"

"Mary." That just became my favorite name.

"I'm very pleased to meet you," I said as I extended my hand to her. "I'm Joseph. Please call me Joe."

She hesitated for a moment before she shook my hand. Electricity bolted up my arm that I wasn't prepared for. I wondered if she could hear my heart beating. Pretty sure these emotions weren't winning me any bro-code points.

Her face was flushed and her eyes brightened with interest. Let go of her hand, Joe, I tried to coach myself. If I didn't let go of soon, I might never be able to.

So I quickly let go of her hand but immediately regretted it. The whole room suddenly seemed cold and empty.

She probably thinks you're some kind of wacko. Stop staring. You're a logical guy... Be reasonable here. Besides, she's probably married. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to remember what we were just talking about. I looked up to see her glance towards the entrance. If she asked me to leave, I wouldn't blame her.

I tried to act composed, while I glanced down at her left hand. I didn't see a ring, so I cleared my throat and tried to act like a reasonable man again.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mary." Even to me, my voice sounded unnaturally thick and hoarse. I cleared my throat and looked back at her.

"Yes, it's great to meet you, Joe. Let me show you where the section is." She turned and simply pointed to the far left corner of the store.

Just when I thought she was through with me completely, she motioned for me to follow her.

As she led me to the back of the store, I tried to switch off my desire and concentrate on the task at hand. Focus, Joe! Decorum! The inner jokes weren't helping. They just wanted to make me giggle like a schoolboy, and I doubted that would help matters much.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment while I tried to remember the books I came for.

She was driving me crazy! I shook my head like a wet dog for what seemed like the twentieth time and asked God for some help.

Suddenly she sidestepped and tripped. I reached out and caught her. As soon as my fingertips touched her, my whole being seem to be on fire. You've gone completely insane, Joe. Maybe, I really had been working too hard lately.

Mary blushed and stammered, "I'm so, so s-s-sorry about that. There was, um, a stroller blocking the aisle."

"Yes, I saw that."

I knew I had to let go of her. When I did, she whirled around, stammering more of an apology. It took every ounce of my willpower not to bend down and kiss her. I should have taken that nap.

To keep from kissing her, I made a joke. "And here I thought you just wanted me to catch you in my arms to break the ice." I hesitated and then added, "It worked." Her light-hearted laugh made me wish I knew more jokes.

She cleared her throat, and turned back to where they were heading.

Once in front of the architecture books, Mary said, "If you need any further assistance, please don't hesitate to ask." Then she stepped back and smiled politely.

"Thank you for your help," I said, and wished I could think of something else to say to stall her.

As she walked away, I thought, I could watch you all day. I didn't realize I was grinning until my cheeks suddenly felt sore.

After I stopped staring at her back, I opened the Notepad app on my Blackberry. I scrolled back down to the list of books for the umpteenth time. Ah, there it is. I looked back at the bookshelf and spotted three of the five books I needed.

Then, I pulled up one of the reading chairs from the aisle and sat down instead of heading back to the office with them.

Just as I started to take notes, a waft of perfume invaded my nose. I looked up, hoping it was Mary.

It was not.

This woman had blonde hair and a stunning figure. She was very thin and seemed at least a few inches taller than Mary. I struggled to hide my disappointment.

"Looking for someone else?" she asked.

"Not really. You just surprised me." I said.

"Ah," she said noncommittally. "Well, I'm Penny. Is there anything I can do for you?" Penny practically purred and winked playfully.

Mary had seemed the exact opposite of this woman—who may have been just my type fifteen minutes ago. I had been enamored by how Mary had seemed genuinely modest and humble. This woman didn't exactly strike me as a Proverbs 31 woman, as my father would say.

"Actually, I'm doing pretty good right now. One of your co-workers already helped me find the Architecture books." I looked around, but there was no sign of Mary to motion to.

"Oh. Are you an Architect?"

"No, I work for an urban planning firm downtown." I paused for a minute, not sure what to say. However, since Penny simply stood there looking at me, I had to say something. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Joe."

I extended my right hand, and she shook it. Nothing. No rush of fire or even warmth—just skin on skin.

"How exciting," she exclaimed. "What do you do?"

"I'm an Urban Planner. It's kind of like an Architect, but dealing with more of the land aspects. Everything from zoning residential and commercial lands to making sure that the roads aren't overly-congested with new building projects."

"Wow! That sounds fascinating. What are you working on right now?" Penny dropped the pen in her hand and bent down to pick it up, obviously giving me a clear view down her shirt on purpose. If she does it to catch your eye, she'll do it to catch everyone else's eye later. Apparently it was my mother's turn to enter my head this time.

"We're working with several developers and the City of Golden Lake to develop a Pedestrian-Only District downtown." I continued as if I hadn't noticed what she had done. "Paris has already done the same thing, and they have been immensely successful. I'm working closely with the Parisian planners, and I'm hoping that it will be just as successful here."

My right leg bounced up and down as I glanced around, hoping Mary was close enough to hear. Maybe she'd be impressed.

"When will it be complete?"

"It's still in the developmental phase. It goes before the city council this week."

Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I instinctively looked past Penny and saw Mary coming towards us. Even from here, I was drawn to the light in her eyes. Her flowing red hair was the perfect setting for the cold jealousy that was all over her face.

Wait. Jealousy? I smiled.

"Hey Penny, what are you doing back here? I was looking for you." Mary's eyebrows arched higher and there was an unmistakable edge to her tone.

"I was just chatting here with my new friend Joe. He's designing the new Pedestrian-Only District in Downtown. Isn't that neat?"

Mary's face fell and mine frowned along with hers. I wanted to make her smile again.

"Ah..." She said.

"Mary and I go way back." I interjected to Penny and winked at Mary.

When Mary laughed, my eyes locked on hers, and I wanted to make her laugh every day for the rest of my life. Apparently my father hadn't lied when he said he felt that way when he met my mother. Only, I didn't just want to make her laugh—I wanted to kiss her, hold her, and protect her—and all at once.

I debated telling her or leaving and having myself checked into the nearest mental hospital. The craziest part was that, if I didn't know any better, I'd say her eyes were saying she felt the same way, too.

Mary bit her lower lip.

I must have stared too long because, for a moment, Mary seemed to be surrounded by a purplish light. I blinked and the light disappeared.

Penny cleared her throat and I tore my eyes away from Mary and tried to compose myself.

We all stood there, looking around awkwardly. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I broke the silence.

"Listen, I'm about done here, and my stomach is telling me I think it's time for brunch. Would you like to join me?" I glanced at Mary. Please go with me, I silently begged. She and her friend looked at each other for a moment. Only women could possibly manage to have a whole conversation with only a single look like that.

Eventually something must have been decided, though, because Penny shrugged and Mary smiled.

"That would be great, Joe!" She exclaimed with a blush.

I wanted to shout, Score one for me! Thankfully, though, I managed to keep it together and simply smile back instead.

"Let me just get my purse and I'll meet you up front." Mary said breathlessly, and then turned to go without waiting for my reply, but I nodded like a schoolboy, all the same. Then, I gathered up my belongings and made my way to the front of the store after her.

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N. N. Light was born in Minnesota, lived in Southern California only to move to chilly Ontario, Canada to marry her beloved husband MR N. She is blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports and baking. Most of the time you can find her on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest.

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