Cover Reveal: Scorch by K.C. Stewart @RABTBookTours #Giveaway

Scorch by K.C. Stewart

Urban Fantasy

Date Published: January 5, 2015

Hailey Holloway has a serious knack with running from her problems. At the first sign of trouble she can be found lacing up her Nikes and hitting the road. Dacea has been patient with her, but a man can only handle so much. He told her before that he would not chase after her again and is he nothing, if not a man of his word. Katherine is more than happy to pick at the wound that festers between them. If she picks enough, she just might make one or both of them bleed.

War is on the horizon. Together, they need to convince the leaders of Blue and Silver to join their crusade against the Council, but can they put their differences aside and stop fighting long enough to help those in the line of fire?

EXCERPT

"Hope. That is your answer?"

He tilted his head slightly at her tone. "It is."

 "Why should I hope for something that is doomed?" she asked plainly. "What would going back solve? We'd be happy for what? Five minutes before some new drama puts us at odds. I'm tired of fighting all the time. Loving Dak is the hardest thing I've ever done. It's like loving a frickin' mountain. He's stubborn and unyielding to the point that I just want to beat my fists against him but that would do nothing but make me bleed. I can't take being built up again just to have him tell me how I'm supposed to live, feel or love."

She gave a short humorless laugh and shook her head. "Hope is one of the worst promises I could give myself. Because if I allow myself to hope for him to come around, and it doesn't happen…I will be broken. Dak is hard headed, inflexible and has arrogance coming out his ass. He is my Mate, and God help me, but I love him for all his faults, even if he can't love me for mine." While Silas listened he reached over and brushed his thumbs over each of her cheeks clearing away the tears. She batted his hands away and with a clear voice she continued, "If I walk away now, I can keep what little is left of me together. I can hold on to the cracked pieces that haven't completely shattered and go on living. It might not be the best life, but it will be under my own terms."

He should have been happy at her declaration. Silas could have his sister without Dacea's interference. They could leave tonight and travel, go wherever she wanted for as long as she wanted. They could connect. But he could either have the Hailey that was full of pop culture trivia and was always good for a smile with her infectious laugh. Or he could have the reserved.

Hailey who watches the clouds pass by from the window of her room, never granting more than a brief comment to the mundane. He could have one or the other, but she couldn't be both.

Silas may not have spent much time with her yet, but he knew who his sister was.

"Hailey," he put his hands on her shoulders and tilted his head to the side trying to catch her gaze. "There is always reason to hope."

 

About the Author

K.C. Stewart lives in central Pennsylvania with her three cats. She is currently attending college online for Library Science while working full time as a photographer. In her spare time, which isn't easy to find, she reads an obnoxious amount and writes in between everything else. K.C. has a very real addiction to gummy bears and talking to her cats when no one is around.

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Release Day Blitz: Hemlock Veils by Jennie Davenport @may_davenport @swoonromance @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Hemlock Veils

by Jennie Davenport 

Release Date: 11/25/14

Swoon Romance

Summary from Goodreads:

When Elizabeth Ashton escapes her damaging city life and finds herself in the remote town of Hemlock Veils, Oregon, she is smitten by its quaint mystery; but the surrounding forest holds an enchantment she didn't think existed, and worse, a most terrifying monster. The town claims it vicious and evil, but Elizabeth suspects something is amiss. Even with its enormous, hairy frame, gruesome claws, and knifelike teeth, the monster's eyes speak to her: wolf-like and ringed with gold, yet holding an awareness that can only be human. That's when Elizabeth knows she is the only one who can see the struggling soul trapped inside, the soul to which she is moved.

Secretly, Elizabeth befriends the beast at night, discovering there's more to his story and that the rising of the sun transforms him into a human more complex than his beastly self. Elizabeth eventually learns that his curse is unlike any other and that a single murderous act is all that stands between him and his freedom. Though love is not enough to break his curse, it may be the only means by which the unimaginable can be done: sacrifice a beauty for the beast.

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She had studied her father's maps countless times as a child, committed them all to memory. She passed through the small town of Government Camp now, where she would have had an excellent view of Mt. Hood if the sun had been shining. The edge of Salmon-Huckleberry Wilderness was somewhere near, buried miles deep in the old growth south of the highway to her left. That was his favorite place of enchantment, he used to say: the place of curses and magic-creatures misunderstood by men. Sure, he had said, all of Oregon territory was magic. But none held the secrecy and beauty of Salmon-Huckleberry Wilderness. Dense rainforest and mossy vegetation larger than life: there were always new places to unearth, always a dark corner yet to be discovered.

Elizabeth had long since become too realistic to believe in folklore, but it had flooded her with delightful imagination as a child-delight that ended the moment her father became sick and she was left caring for Willem when she was only twelve. Those stories made up the fondest memories of her father. The Brothers Grimm, Andrew Lang's Fairy Books, fables of the Aglaé and demons known as Diablerons, and even stories of beasts so demented that Hell itself denied them: her father's conviction had never left him, even on his deathbed in that stale hospital room. She had been eighteen and Willem thirteen. And while her disgruntled brother sat in the corner with earbuds jammed in his ears, Elizabeth had listened to her father tell his last fairy tale. She had displayed patience, yet screamed inside at the way he had chosen to spend his final breaths. Stillness settled over the car; even the rainfall adopted an unusual calm. Only she and her father were here, his last words reverberating in her mind's ear-even the breathy tone in which he'd spoken them. She grasped hold of the memory, grasped hold of the way he'd been desperate to keep her a believer, desperate to convince her that magic could dwell wherever she was-even if that place was Los Angeles.

Earlier that morning, she'd fled from Los Angeles, on account of her banishment. Her father's death may have been eleven years ago, but from that moment-the moment she'd turned into her brother's mother at age eighteen-she'd learned that Los Angeles didn't have a single grain of magic running through it. She wouldn't miss even a glimpse of that place and the cancer it had been on her family. The place that had destroyed every last one of them. She was better off fleeing, and even without Frank Vanderzee's demand that she never set foot there again, she would have left.

Cover Reveal: Not Boyfriend Material (Boyfriend Material Trilogy Book # 1) By A.M. Hart @AnnieMaeHart @GHBTours

Not Boyfriend Material

Boyfriend Material Trilogy Book # 1

By- A.M. Hart

Genre- Adult Contemporary Romance

Expected Publication Date- TBA

It all started with a phone call…

When Tilda Callas picked up that phone, she never expected the voice on the other end would change her life. The humdrum routine of her life shattered, leaving her excited at her new possibilities.

Heathcliff Fleming knew he was in trouble the moment he heard her voice. Believing he wasn't good enough for her didn't stop him from finding every excuse to call the dairy just to talk to her as often as possible.

After taking a chance to get closer, being friends proves to be more of a challenge to them than they expected. Keeping their friendship strong when everything inside of them is shoving them towards being more threatens to tear them apart. Tilda wants to show Heath how perfect they are for each other, but can she prove to him he's wrong to think that he is truly not boyfriend material?

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Book Blitz: Anomaly (Schrodinger's Consortium #1) by Tonya Kuper @tonyakuper @entangledteen @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Anomaly (Schrodinger's Consortium #1)

by Tonya Kuper

Release Date: 11/25/14

Entangled Teen

Summary from Goodreads:

Reality is only an illusion.
Except for those who can control it…

Worst. Birthday. Ever.
My first boyfriend dumped me - happy birthday, Josie!- my dad is who knows where, I have some weird virus that makes me want to hurl, and now my ex is licking another girl's tonsils. Oh, and I'm officially the same age as my brother was when he died. Yeah, today is about as fun-filled as the swamps of Dagobah. But then weird things start happening…

Like I make something materialize just by thinking about it.
When hot badass Reid Wentworth shows up on a motorcycle, everything changes. Like, everything. Who I am. My family. What really happened to my brother. Existence. I am Oculi, and I have the ability to change reality with my thoughts. Now Reid, in all his hotness, is charged with guiding and protecting me as I begin learning how to bend reality. And he's the only thing standing between me and the secret organization that wants me dead…

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I approached the mat. I'd never done any extensive sparring, but I wasn't a total newb when it came to self-defense. The tae kwon do I'd practiced for years with Eli had to count for something. I hoped. A heavy footfall pulled my attention back to Reid.

An arm came at me from the side. Without thinking, I ducked, punched under the incoming arm, and swung my shin at the ankles in my sights. Reid's legs swept out from under him, and his hands shot out to catch himself. He landed on all fours.

I gasped for a breath of air, my chest heaving. Evidently I held my breath whenever I was attacked. Reid's eyes locked on mine. Finally some eye contact. And then he gave me a shitty smile.

"What the hell?" I snapped. Reid stood and didn't stop moving until he was in my face. I didn't let myself flinch. "Just because you're pissed at me, did you really need to try and take me out? I know you think insta-immersion works best, but maybe it doesn't for me. Maybe, just maybe-"

"Will you shut up?"

I hitched my hands on my hips. "So rude."

"Five days, Josie." That shut me up in a heartbeat. What the hell was wrong with me? I hadn't lost sight of the goal. The awards ceremony was-I glanced at the wall clock in the living room-125 hours and fourteen minutes away. Reid shouldn't take it easy on me. He couldn't afford to.

"I'm sorry," I began.

"Stop." Reid didn't budge, but he crossed his arms, too. "I was going to give you a compliment, but you won't stop thinking or talking long enough for me to get a word in edgewise."

Oh, oops. "Proceed."

He shook his head, closing his clear eyes for a moment. "You are a piece of work."

"That doesn't sound like a compliment."

Reid barked a short laugh. "Because it wasn't. I was going to tell you that you did a good job earlier, you know, with the whole Pushing Pictionary thing. And this?" He pointed behind him, where I'd taken him down. "How did you know what to do?"

"My parents made us take tae kwon do. Like, for years and years. I guess it just kind of comes naturally." A hint of pride fluttered through my muscles. And with that pride, just a smidgen of hope. Like maybe I could do this. Maybe I could actually pull this off.

"Mmm."

Reid stood so close that I had to angle my head up to him. My shirt was already sticking to my sweaty stomach. And he still didn't have a shirt on. I had to make a conscious effort not to look at his body. I could barely focus on what he'd said.

In no way, shape, or form had I lost sight-no pun intended-of the big picture. I remained focused on the end goal. Reid was just, well, a wee bit distracting, that's all. And perhaps that was a good thing. Yes. If I could focus around Reid, then that would only better serve me in a real-world environment, when I faced other distractions.

Yep, that was my story. And I was sticking to it.

"Let's work more on hand-to-hand combat. See what comes not-so-naturally, natural."

Giving him a nod, I pivoted toward the mats. Feeling his presence behind me and hearing the swish of his jeans as he moved, I stopped short. I twisted, throwing a punch toward his lower jaw. He shifted out of the way, grabbed my wrist in midair, and twisted it around my back. Thank the moon of Endor I was pretty flexible.

He yanked my arm farther up my back. His opposite arm wrapped around my waist and tugged me into him, his bare chest pressing into my back. Pain and exhilaration shot into my nervous system. I was stuck. My heart beat wildly, but I wasn't scared. It had to be the rush of adrenaline into my bloodstream and the fact that a half-naked guy held me in a death grip.

Reid's exhale tickled the back of my neck as he steadied his breath. "Nice try." His voice came out in a rough whisper. His arm tightened around my waist again, his fingertips singeing my skin through my tank as they dug through the material, drawing me in to his body.

"What's the matter, Josie? Can't move?"

A chill danced down my spine when he pulled in a deep breath and his chest expanded against my back. I should've been shrugging out of his hold, but I didn't. My body had locked up in response to his presence. And it pissed me off, because even though he could be an underwear model, I would've rather made out with a Romulan. Similar personalities.