February 28, 2015

Book Promo - Giveaway! Only For Him,Only #1 by Cristin Harber


Grayson Ford and Emma Kinglsey--close since they were kids, opposites in every way. He's the stuff high school crushes are made of, Mister Popular, and captain of every team. She's artsy, cute, and not in his league, though fully aware of Summerland's "I Dream of Dating Grayson Ford" support group.

I can't say no. The girl's had my heart since before I knew it went missing.

He hides a life of hell. His father hates him, his mother's gone. Emma is his only savior, yet she doesn't know her power over him. She's the only girl he wants, the only one he could ever tell--though he won't.

I'm stronger, bigger, more of a man than he'll ever be, but because I ruined his life, I've taken his crap, his attacks, the vulgar nature of his existence.

Until she discovers Gray's embarrassment, his humiliation. Emma fights for him and for a chance. Theirs is a Cinderella story that she believes impossible. But as the layers peel back, it's just a guy who needs a girl in order to keep breathing.

My mind is already doodling Mrs. Grayson Ford in imaginary notebooks. He has no clue where my head is at... But, given that I didn't see what just happened coming, maybe I have no clue where his head is at either.

Only for Him. Only series, Volume One. All novellas will release Spring 2015.



Cristin Harber is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She writes sexy, steamy romantic suspense and military romance. Readers voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was both a #1 romantic suspense and #1 military romance bestseller.

Book Spotlight! Finding Haven by T.A. Foster

Power. Money. Control. Love.
He has all but one.

When movie star, Evan Carlson, discovers his girlfriend’s picture with another man splashed on the cover of gossip magazines, he decides he’s had enough of his fishbowl life and attempts to outrun the media frenzy his relationships have become. Driving until the road stops, he ends up on the remote and quaint Perry Island, where a heartthrob can blend in like the locals and be a beach bum as long as he wants. All that changes when Evan meets Haven Owen, aspiring songwriter and the girl he just can’t get enough of. A summer romance turns into something much deeper and Evan gets tangled in his own web of lies to keep Haven in his life. But when his ex tracks him down, Evan learns there are some things you just can’t outrun.

Is the cost of love, losing all control?

“DO WE get breaks around here?” Evan thought it had to be close to lunchtime. His stomach was growling, and he could go for one of those barbecue sandwiches he saw a customer pack on the back of the kayak.

Haven was scribbling something on a piece of paper. “Huh?”

“Lunch. Can I break for a few?” He tried to catch her eye, but she was buried in a small notebook.

“Sure. Sure. Whatever. Thirty minutes I guess.” She whispered something as her pen furiously inked out another line.

“Ok.” He untied his apron. “I’ll be back in a few.” He waited for her to respond, but he was certain he could fall overboard at this point and she wouldn’t notice.

Evan followed the boardwalk around the cove. There were bait shops and a few restaurants along the marina waterfront. It was like something you would see in an idyllic movie scene, although these people were real. Evan smiled at the thought as he tugged on the door handle of one of the sandwich shops and ordered a sandwich.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the cafe, satisfied the hunger pains had subsided. He looked toward the end of the docks and spied an ice cream stand. He strolled in that direction and got in line behind a family of five. The couple argued over whether their children could eat the ice cream out of cones versus cups. Evan smiled, thinking if that was the dilemma of the day, it was a damn good problem to have.

“What can I get you?” The ice cream attendant squinted from the sun.

At first the plan was to sit here and watch the boats sail by while he still had ten minutes left on his break, but when he spotted the bucket of chocolate, he had another idea. All girls like chocolate.

“One strawberry and one chocolate.”

“Cones?” The man already had his scoop in the cooler.

“Yep. I think we can handle cones.” Evan handed the man cash and accepted the two heaping cones, already dripping from the heat. He would have to hurry to get them back to the kayak stand before they completely melted.

“Thank you. Enjoy the day.” The man turned to face the next family behind Evan.

“Thanks.” He tasted the strawberry before launching into a full sprint back to the store.

Haven was exactly where he left her. Her nose pointed at the notebook and her hand scrawling words across the pages.

“Brought you something.” He shoved the chocolate cone in her direction, dripping the dessert on the page.

“Uh—what the—?” She looked up, annoyed that her page was splattered with the sticky treat.

“Shit.” Evan scrambled for a paper towel. “I didn’t mean to spill it.” He tried to wipe the pages for her.

“No. No. I’ve got it.” She brushed his hand away. “It’s probably better with chocolate all over it.” Her eyes rose to his, and he caught a glimmer of laughter.

“Tell me you at least like chocolate. Did I screw that up too?”

She bit her bottom lip as the corners of her mouth rose. “Actually, my favorite is strawberry. But, it’s good. I’ll eat it.”

Evan chuckled. He was striking out left and right. He shifted the cones and placed the strawberry one in front of her. “Take this one.”

“No, it’s yours.” She shook her head.

“I’ve already ruined your page. Just take it.” He held the cone next to her hand.

She wrapped her fingers around the paper sleeve, touching the top of his hand in the process. He lingered for another second, wishing this girl hadn’t just stolen his next great line because it was going to be good. But her eyes made him forget all his witty comebacks. He chuckled under his breath.

“Something funny?” She licked the top of the strawberry swirl.

“No. Just learning a lot today.” He crunched on the side of the cone and stepped out of the booth. A party boat was headed out of the marina. He needed to study it for a second and try to remember who in the hell he was.

T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos. 
Her long love affair with books started at an early age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into words on paper. 
T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.

Book Promo! Spend the Night, Episode 3 by Elizabeth Lee

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All games must eventually come to an end…

Hannah's new reality is that someone is stalking her. Aggressively. The only question now is who. Fingers are pointed and accusations are made as every clue leads to her down another twisted path of questions without answers. Her feelings for both Carter and Trent cloud her judgment as the investigation delves deeper into her personal life and into her heart. Carter’s past is a mystery and Trent has every reason to try and make her seem crazy. Her loss would be his gain after all.

Hannah will have to choose, but making the wrong choice will cost much more than a broken heart.

Everyone has a motive.

But only one of them has a plan.

Expect the unexpected in the thrilling conclusion to the Spend the Night series.

“Follow me,” I said, taking Carter's hand in mine. It had been forty-eight hours since I'd learned about Mark's death. The police investigation hadn't turned up anything, so for the time being the security team was still watching me like a hawk. Whoever had killed Mark seemed to be laying low, nothing of any concern had happened since.

I was making a concentrated effort to not let everything that had happened affect who I was. Or who I wanted to be. I wanted to be the girl that believed the police would do their job and everything would be okay. I wanted to be the girl that enjoyed the beginnings of a new relationship with a great guy. Carter had been very supportive over the last couple days. He'd made sure to check in with me regularly and kept an ever watchful eye out for anything suspicious. 

I offered up a playful smile as we made our way down the hall from the Scarlet Ballroom. The two of us had met with Alison to discuss the menu and table layout for the wedding. Trent was notably absent. I hadn't seen him since Carter had whisked me out of the security office. A part of me knew it was for the best, but another kept waiting for him to rush in and declare his innocence.

Alison was unusually chatty that morning—reiterating how ecstatic she was about becoming Mrs. Crawford. Luckily, Carter was on his game that morning. He'd been more accommodating than I felt like being and even had an idea that would make the flow of service move more quickly for the wait staff. And while a part of me was grateful that he had such an eye for detail, I’d silently cursed myself for not thinking of it in the first place. Just another sign that my head wasn't in the game like it used to be. I was supposed to be groomed and ready to take over as the C.O.O. of The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel, not flouting around like some rookie event planner. 

Not that I didn't have a somewhat justifiable reason. Just when I thought I was finally coming down from everything that happened the night of the Gala, Carter showed up. Then Trent showed up. My shit show love life took precedence over every logical thought I once had in my head. That was until I realized someone was stalking me and now possibly involved in the murder of a man I went on a date with. If this is what it was like to have a full plate, I needed to start a diet as soon as possible. 

My head was still spinning. I hadn't had a moment to myself and it was starting to affect me. My current company excluded, having a body guard up my ass twenty-four-seven was really cramping my style. I knew that I needed one to be safe, but I'd always been a do-as-I-please kind of girl. Now I was asking permission to use the restroom in my own hotel.

“Where are we going?” he asked, pulling my body to a halt. The guard tasked with keeping tabs on me believed I was still in the inside ballroom, so I needed to move fast if I wanted a moment alone with Carter. 

He brushed up against my side and firmly planted his lips on my neck before kissing up to my ear. “God, you smell amazing,” he whispered, before a bellhop turned the corner catching us both by surprise. We both straightened up as if we weren't about to rip each other's clothes off. The sexual tension had been building between us since our last encounter, unfortunately, time or convenience hadn't been on our side. Both of us had been swamped with work and conflicting schedules. Stolen kisses and the occasional embrace were all we'd managed to work in over the last few days. Not to mention, any time he did stop by my suite, the thought of a bodyguard sitting outside my door and knowing exactly what we were doing kind of killed the mood. Today was different though. Today I was making it a priority to get some quality time with him.

Born and raised in the middle of a Midwestern cornfield (not literally, that would be weird), I’ve spent my entire life imagining stories. Stories where the right guy always gets the right girl, first kisses are as magical as they are on the big screen and anything is completely possible if you believe.
Although this journey began years ago, it recently took on a whole new life. After years of devouring hundreds of Romance, YA and New Adult novels, I had an epiphany... I should write a book. And I did it!
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.

Book Blitz: Excerpt & Giveaway! Inevitable, Love and War #2 by Inger Iversen

A Love and War stand Alone
These DO NOT NEED to be read in any order

I crashed and opened my eyes . . . there you were, fierce and protective, and I knew . . . I just knew it was you all along.

Ex-Marine Trent Reed has been shot at, in a coma, and placed in war zones, but when his best friend calls in a favor, he is faced with the most dangerous situation yet—to be the best man. Trent’s turbulent past with races other than his own taints his view on the interracial marriage, and he’s none too happy to deal with the ill-tempered maid of honor. To accept the position means understanding that his friend is soon to be out of his life—for good.

Tough-girl Teal Lofton has struggled all of her adult life, from her weight to the color of her skin holding her back in work and love. When she agrees to be the maid of honor in her friend’s wedding, a hormonal bride and a jerk of a best man who she is strangely, yet wildly, attracted to, amplify those struggles.

As tensions and tempers rise, Trent disappears with the wedding rings and Teal braves a snowstorm to bring them back, determined to fix yet another problem. But a tragic accident brings together the unlikely pair, forcing them to face the prejudices of their pasts. In doing so, Trent and Teal embark on an inevitable course of self-discovery and passion like they’ve never experienced before—until a secret from Trent’s past threatens to destroy it all.

She gave him a half smirk. “Why you, of course. You are the reason I came out here in the first place.” Damn if she didn’t wish she wasn’t lying on the floor, but so close to the fire had made her shivers slow down considerably, allowing her to form full sentences.

He scoffed. “Of course you would! I didn’t ask you to come the fuck out here. You crashed into the truck, not me.” Trent threw his hands in the air. “Shit, if you don’t want me to check you, I won’t. But if you bleed to death internally, don’t fucking blame me.” He stood and lumbered away while she fumbled with her one good hand to get the pillow and strap from around her neck. 

Reason told Teal to be grateful for what he and the two strangers had done for her, but the other part—the part she wasn’t so proud of—wanted to slam it in his face that this whole scenario was his fault. 

After removing the crap from around her neck, she took a moment to catch her breath. Her body ached all over and she wanted to ask Trent for those pain pills, but first she needed to assess her situation. 

Teal fought to just sit up. Feeling her body for broken bones, she realized she really had no clue what to look for. What did a broken bone feel like other than pain? She covertly glanced up at Trent and spied him eyeing her with a disinterested look on his face. Well, fuck you too, dickwad. 

When her hand made it to her knee she winced. She pulled the dress up to see it was swollen and turning purple. It would be impossible to get up and look for ice. “Shit,” she whispered. As much as she didn’t like it, she had a choice. 

She could sit there, silently stewing in pain and wait for the neighbors to come back, or she could ask Trent for help after she’d already pushed him away. Holding her swelling wrist she leaned her head back, supporting it against the wall and closed her eyes. She considered herself capable and strong, but each person had a breaking point and hers was fast approaching. 

Taking deep, calming breaths pacified her a bit and reassured her that nothing was broken, at least not in her chest. A cold sensation made her jump and when she opened her eyes, Trent’s hand placed a towel filled with snow on her knee. She hadn’t even heard him go outside. 

“Thanks,” she choked out as he stood and walked away. Teal gathered the towel and gently held it to her knee. Trent walked back to his spot and leaned against the wall. “When are those two people coming back?” she questioned. 

“Why?” he asked sharply. “You don’t trust me to take care of you?” His arms folded over his massive chest and that frown she hated graced his lips. 

“No, I don’t,” she hissed. “I don’t know you and from what I hear, you aren’t too fond of people like me, so excuse me if I want to make sure I get proper help until real help arrives and not this shit you are doing.” She pointed to him, meaning the fact that he was all the way on the other side of the room.

Trent let loose a bark of laughter. “Yeah, well out there you couldn’t let go of my fucking hand. If you want, I can pick your ass up and place you right next door with Lee and Dana. I got this cabin to stay away from people, not bunk with them. And I definitely don’t need your shit.”

She called his bluff or at least she hoped it was a bluff. “Fine, take me over there.” She lifted her arms like a child who wanted to be picked up. “Since my presence offends you so damned much that you have to stay on the other side of the fucking room, then please, by all means, do yourself a favor and get rid of me!” 

When he moved forward, Teal braced herself. If that man so much as tried to pick her up, she would use her good hand to ring his balls right off his body. Trent side-stepped her swatting hand and scooped her up. 

“So much for worrying if I had a neck injury!” she yelped. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay on the floor with him on the other side of the room. Teal wouldn’t admit her regret. If Trent dumped her out in the snow, so be it. I am not about to— 

The thought died in her head when he sat her gently on the bed. 

“You don’t have a neck injury. Looks like your wrist is sprained and your knee is bruised maybe worse. Since I can’t check you for anything else, I’ll just assume your fine. If you die, I’ll tell Logan it was by your choice.” He picked the covers up from the floor and cleaned the mess that was her previous spot. “Logan would skin me alive if I left you to that couple. Though I am more than tempted to do it.” 

He glanced back at Teal and at that moment she took stock of his face. There was swelling from Logan’s fist, but now he had scratches on his face along with a bruised cheek. What the hell had happened out there and why did he look as bad as she did when she was the one who’d crashed?

She stopped adjusting herself on the bed and raised a brow. “I’m supposed to believe you care about Logan’s opinion? You don’t even care that he loves the woman he is about to marry. You tried to ruin his happiness. What kind of friend does that?” Her lip curled in satisfaction when he frowned. 

“She’s a liar,” he said, as if it were common knowledge.

“Watch what the fuck you say about her,” Teal warned. She was in no position to warn him about shit, but that didn’t stop her. There was no way this guy was going to talk shit about her friend. 

He raised his hands in mock defense yet his lips held a devilish smirk. “Hey, I’m just callin’ it like I see it. She got knocked up and then didn’t tell him about it. Omission of the truth is a lie, do you not agree?” 

Okay, well he had her there. She had a good ass comeback too, but it wasn’t Teal’s place to tell him Katie’s reasons for anything. “Whatever, man. I’m not going to argue about something you know nothing about.” Teal leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes to ignore Trent’s smirk and the growing aches in her body. 

Fine, he thought he had her. But it seemed she knew more about what was going on between Katie and Logan than Trent did. She guessed that made sense since Trent was so against this union in the first place. 

Teal wondered if Katie’s race was the only reason Trent didn’t want to see the two married. She thought back to the words Trent could have used, the words he must have used before if he was a racist, but he hadn’t used any derogatory terms since he’d arrived. It was clear there was more going on with this man then she first thought, and Teal was a bit intrigued. 

“That’s normally how it works with you guys.” 

She cracked a lid to see him still on the opposite side of the room as her. “You mean black people.” There was no inflection to her voice. She hadn’t meant it as a question.

“Fuck no.” Her eyes opened at that and watched as he spoke. “I mean women. Y’all wait until we are makin’ sense and then you say ‘whatever’ when you know we’re right.” 

She didn’t know what to say about that so she didn’t say anything, knowing he’d take it as an admission of guilt. Teal’s pain pushed her to ask for the meds. “What are those pills that lady left?” 

Trent looked over to the table. “Percocet. You need some?” Teal nodded. “I need to set that sprain,” he added, heading to the sink and pouring a glass of water. “Is it okay if I touch her royal highness?” 

She rolled her eyes at his statement. Taking the pills when he handed them to her, she was about to put them to her mouth when she paused. “I can’t take these without eating something first. You got crackers or anything?” 

Before she’d finished, Trent strode to the counter and grabbed a bag of chips. “These work?” he asked, shoving the bag at her.

“Yeah.” She took them and ate a few. 

Trent grabbed his coat and shrugged it on as she finished chewing. After carefully reading the bottle, she opened it, poured one into her hand, and popped it into her mouth. 

“Where are you going?” she probed just as his hand touched the door knob. He froze, as if caught in the act.

“I’m going to thank Dana and Lee and give them their stuff back.” 

She eyed his other hand, spotting the covers and sheets. Teal couldn’t quite figure Trent out. One second he was rude and insulting and the next he was helpful and polite. He eyed her with an inscrutable gaze before opening the door and exiting. Teal glanced around the small cabin. Everything was tidy and neat, except where she’d been placed. 

The cabin was more like a room with a bathroom. Teal couldn’t see herself staying here much longer. Clean and neat be damned, the door to the bathroom was missing. She’d be holding it for as long as it took. A half wall shot up from the floor, hiding the toilet she spied when Trent had carried her to the bed. Behind a smaller wall, sat a shower. 

Teal sighed. “This is my hell,” she muttered, laying back completely on the bed as she closed her eyes. The medicine was taking hold and making her tired. Now that she was just about sure she wasn’t bleeding internally or suffering from a massive head wound, rest seemed less daunting. Actually, it seemed necessary as her eyes closed and she started to drift.

Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.

February 27, 2015

Review & Giveaway! Memories of the Heart by Felice Stevens

Ruthless, Controlling, A Loner. All words used to describe Dr. Micah Steinberg by the hospital staff for their next head of surgery. When a letter arrives from his grandmother’s friend at the assisted living facility, his orderly world tilts dangerously out of control.

Josh Rosen had everything until it was revealed much of his world was a lie. Forced to re-evaluate his life, Josh gives up his career and returns home to New York City to care for his beloved grandmother. What Josh didn’t figure on was an attraction to a man who on the surface, appears to be exactly like the life Josh chose to leave behind.

As Micah struggles with the reality of his grandmother’s illness, the bond they share deepens, as Josh helps Micah heal, then open his heart. Micah discovers there is more to life than work, control and success. Josh is in deep but has yet to tell Micah who he really is.

When the fight for the hospital’s head of surgery turns ugly, Josh’s past and present collide. Micah must let go of the past and accept who he is, if his life is going to move forward.

Life is full of surprises, and as both Micah and Josh learn, love can happen whether you plan for it or not.

What can I say? I loved it! Micah and Josh captured my heart from the beginning.

Never receiving love from his parents during his childhood, Micah grew up to face more disappointment and now he keeps everyone at arm‘s length. He is unable to feel and doesn’t even want to try. His job is his life and he’s happy with how things are going.

Josh is trying to get his life back on track after being betrayed by the man he saw himself grow old with. He’s not ready for another relationship and he doesn’t want a man who reminds him of his ex.

But Josh meets arrogant, cold hearted Micah and sparks fly in more ways than one. 

I liked Josh’s strength. He’s ready to fight for what he wants even if there is no certainty that he won’t end up with his heart in pieces.

He fights for Micah and he doesn’t give up even when he’s pushed to the limit.

How can you not love a guy like that? His life hasn’t been easy either, but he never lost hope. He’s a fighter through and through.

Micah has his moments and Josh brings out something in him he never thought he had. He knows he can change and, deep down, he knows he can trust Josh but he’s too stubborn and, yes, afraid too.

There’s only so much rejection someone can handle before losing faith completely.

My heart hurt for him especially when he shows the enthusiasm of a child for a puppy. He craves love and attention but he doesn’t know how to handle them. He puts the walls up as soon as he’s out of his comfort zone.

Their story it’s beautiful and it will fill your heart with hope and warmth.

I love Felice’s books. She writes beautifully and her stories have a way to touch your soul and make you lose yourself in them until you feel like you’ve always known the characters. Their sadness brings you sadness and when they’re happy, you’re happy as well.

I can’t wait to read whatever story she’ll write next. Well done, Felice!

Happy Reading!!

I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. I started reading traditional historical romances when I was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until I picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that my interest in romance novels became renewed.
But somewhere along the way, my tastes shifted. While I still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, I began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. Once I picked up her first, I became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, I knew I wanted to write my own.
I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

Cover Reveal & Giveaway! My So Called Life, Love Not Included #3 by J.D. Hollyfield

Relase Date: April 2015

Life couldn’t be any brighter for art dealer Christina Daniels. At the top of her career, she has no problem flaunting just how perfect her little world has become.

When tragedy strikes back home, Christina is forced to put everything on hold to return back to a past she’s tried so hard to escape. Including a love she regrets letting go. Ian Whitman has only one regret and it was letting his first love walk out of his life. Now that she’s returned, his heart won’t give her up twice without a fight. As secrets are revealed, can Ian soothe her heart while convincing her that a place she tried so hard to run away from is the place she’s destined to stay? Will love get a second chance in the face of tragedy?

Life in a Rut, Love Not Included: Amazon - BN - Kobo - Print
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Author JD Hollyfield

J.D Hollyfield currently resides in the Midwest with her husband, son and three doxies. As a Creative Designer by day, she enjoys spending her spare time with her nose in a good book. This obsession inspired her to test out her own creative ability. With her love for romance books and a head full of book boyfriends, this encouraged her to bring her own story to life and create her first novel.