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Friday, January 15, 2016

Book Blitz + #Giveaway: For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love Anthology by Various Authors @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours

For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love
Anthology
(January 12th 2016)
Publication date: January 12th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

You never forget your first time… 
A brand new anthology of original, never-before-read stories from today’s hottest authors, including: 
Alessandra Torre, Kim Karr, Jen Frederick, Alexa Riley, Lynda Chance, Sarah Castille, Nina Lane, CJ Roberts, Anna Zaires, Nikki Sloane, Cynthia Sax, Avery Aster, Pam Godwin, Skye Warren, Julia Sykes, Cynthia Rayne, Jenika Snow, Debra Presley, Shoshanna Evers, Tamsen Parker, and Nina Levine! 
From young heartbreak to a virginity auction, from the chance meeting to the happily ever after, twenty-one exclusive stories explore first love in all its forms. This set includes almost 200,000 words of steamy encounters and sweet romance.



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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: The Lion’s Den (Faraway, #2) by Eliza Freed @elizabfreed @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours

The Lion’s Den 
Eliza Freed
(Faraway, #2)
Publication date: January 12th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

An injury stops the bleeding of Meredith and Brad Walsh’s fractured marriage. As Meredith recovers and tries to regain her memory, Brad fights to convince Meredith their marriage was perfect, even if it barely existed. 
But with Meredith’s memory comes clarity, and Meredith is faced with the reality of a husband and a lover. A husband who will do anything not to lose—his family or anything else, and a lover who will set her free to see her happy. Breaking up her family is not an option, but neither is staying hidden inside her mind.


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EXCERPT:

“I knew you were going to say that.”

He was standing next to me, but he may as well have been on top of me. His shoulder was so close to my face the smell of his skin was choking the words in my throat. I relived what it felt like the day I’d walked in on him in his office without his shirt on. I was suddenly terrified to remember more.
“How did you know I would say that?” My head turned slowly, and my body followed until I was standing only inches away, facing him. Trying to face this. Whatever this was.

I could have kissed him. I ached to taste him to the point of anger. The desire rose up inside of me and burned through the image of his sweet face, leaving nothing but outrage in its place. The colonel leaned toward me, and I needed his lips on mine. I forced my eyes closed to hide from that which I wanted more than air.

“What are you thinking? Tell me the truth,” he pleaded, and I knew it wasn’t the first time he’d demanded honesty from me.

I was flushed, and my emotions were overwrought. But I forced myself to look him in the eyes when I said, “I’ve lost almost an entire year, and the things that keep appearing in my mind, make me believe I don’t know myself anymore.”

“Like what?”

“Like wanting you to kiss me right now.” I wouldn’t turn away. “Regardless of the cost.” The physical pain of coveting him centered behind my eyes. “But that’s not who I am.”

Vince lowered his head. He groaned as he shook it. I waited. I stayed perfectly still, bracing myself for the truth he would share. “I just want you to be safe and happy.”



Author Bio:
Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.
She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It’s during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it’s completely inappropriate.
She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.  



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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: The Lost Heir by Allison Whitmore (with Erin Virginia & Grace Arden) @alli_whitmore @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours







The Lost Heir
Allison Whitmore (with Erin Virginia & Grace Arden)
Published by: Booktrope Publishing
Publication date: December 8th 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Isabella Foxworthy was just another girl…until she learned she was an empath, able to read the energy of others. A secret world known as the Violet City lies beneath her family’s hotel in Los Angeles. Through this discovery, Isabella is catapulted into a whirlwind of magic, adventure, and danger. The Violet City holds the key to protecting her stability; her family hotel, her friends, and her very sanity.
With morphlings, empaths, and fair folk also comes a powerful entity that twists her mind into knots, threatening everything she loves. Now, Isabella and her new friends—a guitar-playing jock, his gifted but neurotic brother, and a set of over-indulged twins—have until her 16th birthday to save her world with the help of someone who’s been lost for a very long time…the lost Foxworthy heir. But will they find him in time? And will he be a friend or foe?

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EXCERPT:

The sun was beginning to set and the bright day had begun to dissipate as dusk slowly fell over the Culver Hills village center, if one could really call it a village in the middle of Los Angeles. The air grew dense and musty. All the street lamps were off except one, which flickered in a slow, steady beat. Only a small number of cars cruised the road as the kids walked down Main Street toward where the Foxworthy Hotel was perched at the top of the hill. This dark stillness was not usual for this time of day. Something was off.

“Get off me!” The voice filled Isabella’s ear a block away from the hotel trolley stop. Her gut tore in two with fear. ”Give that back.”

Isabella slowed down to see Cleo marching back toward the same two bullies she’d rescued Pythian from the other day, one of whom had Xander by the shirt collar as the other was rummaging through Xander’s backpack. Cleo’s shoes lay in a clump.

“There are so many goodies in here. Gum drops. Chocolate snatches. Debbie cakes. And my personal favorite—this camcorder. Oh, wait… no. There’s a little digital camera, too. Looks like Christmas came early for us. Isn’t that right, Sloane?”

“Put my brother down, or you’ll be sorry,” Cleo shouted.

As requested, the boy shoved Xander, sending him tumbling into a nearby thorn bush. “Ahhrrk!” Cleo went straight to his side.

It looked like the kid with Xander’s backpack might consider going for Cleo’s purse, but before that could happen, the other boy, Sloane, said, “Dude, let’s get outta here.” Seth, who was bigger and taller than both of them, and Isabella, whose nostrils flared like a lion, hustled after them.

“I know those guys,” Isabella told Seth.

“Go back and stay with Cleo,” he said.

“Watch me, Superman.”

They looped around the corner as the bullies flew up the service road that led to the back of the hotel. Before they could get too far, four figures in black appeared; from where, Isabella could not tell. Two grabbed the boys. Another took Xander’s backpack. Seth and Isabella both stopped. Cold licked Isabella’s heart. Not an eerie cold, but like a soothing glass of cold lemonade on a scorching day in July.

“What do we do?” Isabella whispered.

“I would tell you to go back, but you’d just make too much noise arguing with me, so I say just shut up.”

“If you tell me to shut up one more time…”

“Not now.”

“Right.”

The two figures holding the boys seemed to melt into the darkness of the trees.

“Where the hell did they go?” Seth asked, protectively pushing Isabella behind him.

She did not fight it. She was starting to become frightened, less of the situation and more of herself. Things had been off more than usual today. For the first time since her parents’ death, she’d felt completely protected, and she wasn’t sure it was all due to the necklace she had been wearing. It was so bizarre.

She was attuned to Cleo and Xander, who were usually never around at the holidays because, like her friend Lana, their parents traveled at that time. She’d felt everything from them: Xander’s exhaustion; Cleo’s boredom and overprotectiveness of her brother. The Logan brothers, however, were different. One minute, she felt Micah’s agitation with Xander, but the next, it would grow cold. And Seth—that boy, she couldn’t get a handle on at all. The only thing she got a sense of was fierce protection, particularly for Micah, but for her as well. She really did not know why.

That was never part of it; she had never felt the direction of a person’s emotions until now. She’d never felt so hot and cold about it. The five of them, connected by a string. It made no sense. Why would she be connected to these random kids?

The two figures in black who had stayed behind whispered to each other. Seth stepped to the side, taking Isabella with him. ”We should go back.”

But he was too late. The men had spotted them and were heading their way. Neither Seth nor Isabella dared to move. In an instant, the tallest of the figures, a young man of about twenty, stood before them. His skin was a beautiful caramel color, his eyes a startling green, and his hair—Isabella saw, as he pushed the hood off his head, he had a nest of shiny curls. He wore a goatee, and his eyes drooped with intellect.


“Declan Timothy. This is Max.” He thumbed at the guy behind him. “Just wanted to give this back to the kid.”

He pushed the backpack into Isabella’s arms. Her vocal cords decided to twist into a knot, so she was unable to say thank you.

“And to tell you to be careful. Tonight is going to change things for you.”

That did it. No more evil cats holding her tongue hostage. “What the heck does that mean?”

“You’ll see. If you need us, ask Theophilus where to find us.”

“Wait a minute,” Seth said, pinning Declan with a heated gaze. “Who are you guys?”

“The Midnight Brotherhood. Be careful, Isabella. And you—make sure she listens.”

“Sure,” Seth replied.

Then they, too, faded into the night.

Seth and Isabella looked at each other, not saying a word. For some reason, words did not seem appropriate at that moment.

When they returned to their friends, Seth spoke quietly as Isabella returned Xander’s backpack to him. “Let’s go home.”

The trolley was nowhere in sight, which was more evidence to Isabella that something was not right. From the bottom of the hill, the hotel was as dim and desolate as it had appeared from the center of the village. With heavy legs, they began up the hill. They climbed the front steps and walked into the lobby. Candlelight dotted the room. Elyse was the first person to approach them; her waitress apron was undone, her hair out of place.

“Thank God you’re all right.”

“What’s going on?” Isabella asked.

“I…” Elyse burst into tears.

“Elyse, tell us now! What happened?”

Elyse wiped her face. “I don’t really know. Everything blacked out for a while. It went cold, and I got really tired. It almost felt like I fell asleep for a while, but then when I woke up, I was standing in the same place I had been before. Right inside the Lily Field ballroom. And then—”


Author Bio:
Allison Whitmore was born in Los Angeles and loves to tell good coming-of-age stories with a hint of romance. You will find her characters going on an adventure or two as well. Outside of writing, Whitmore enjoys classic films, hiking and spending time with family and friends. She loves it when fans reach out to her. You can reach her at allisonwhitmoreauthor@gmail.com, follow her on Twitter: @alli_whitmore or join her on Instagram @allisonwhitmoreauthor.

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Blog Tour + #Giveaway: The Good One by Amie Nichols @Amie_Nichols_ @HotTreePromos






Expectations almost cost her everything.


Title:  The Good One
Author:  Amie Nichols
Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer:  Sara Eirew
Release Date:  January 5, 2016


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River Scott is the daughter of a billionaire. She runs her father's company and does what she is told, including cleaning up after her out-of-control, socialite, wild-child baby sister. 

After a tragic night fifteen years ago, River feels she has no choice but to continue on the path of being the good one, keeping her sister in check and always pleasing her father. 

She's in a dead-end relationship, but all she wants is love, passion, and sweep-you-off-your-feet excitement. 

Because of her sister, she meets ex-male escort, Damian Matthews. Their attraction is by far like nothing either have experienced. He gives her everything she wants and so much more. 

Unfortunately, this is not the guy River's father would approve of. He approves of Ryan Lane, a wealthy, successful playboy who is ready to settle down and start a life in politics. She knows Ryan is the smart choice, but no one makes her feel like Damian does. 

When River starts dating Damian, a set of events are put into motion changing everything she thought she knew about her family. 

Can River get what she wants without losing everything and hurting the one person she has sworn to protect for the rest of her life? 

This is a standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual situations, this book is meant for adults over 18.


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Virtual Tour + #Giveaway: Average Joe and the Extraordinaires by Belart Wright @BelartWright @GoddessFish






Average Joe and the Extraordinaires
by Belart Wright
GENRE: Action Adventure, Young Adult, Urban Fantasy




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On a dark and balmy Floridian night, a strange and mysterious dark haired woman stalks the shadows of the local college football stadium, on the prowl for secrets buried deep beneath the Earth. These secrets, she knows, may change everything including this small town.


While knocking back illegal drinks with his friends at the hallowed Orangetown Pickers' college football stadium, average kid Joe Black finds himself desperately trying to save the life of a beautiful dark haired woman after a deadly explosion violently interrupts his fun and games. While trying to fathom why he would even do something so reckless he soon finds himself entangled in a dangerous game of terrorist plots, mistaken identities, hard boiled detectives, the criminal underworld, and of all things magic as he tries to escape with his life and make sense of it all.



Joe faces many challenges from all new enemies, assassins, and even his own friends. Can Joe navigate all this danger, escape with his life, and handle his biggest challenge to date, finding something about himself that is truly extraordinary? Find out within the pages of Average Joe and the Extraordinaires.




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EXCERPT:

The brunette woman barely heard her, only figuring out what she said by reading her lips.  She continued to watch her body language closely. The blonde looked frantic as she surveyed the situation below her. The group of people were being escorted into the elevator. The blonde suddenly stood up as the kid with the silver aura, a dark-skinned little girl with almost no hair, was almost at the elevator doors.  She looked ready to leap down and attempt a rescue, but the fool had no idea how outmatched she was, or perhaps she just didn’t care.


Author Interview:


What inspired you to write Average Joe and the Extraordinaires?

I asked myself a few questions.  Can an average protagonist be interesting even in a book about extraordinary people?  What does average really mean?  What makes a person extraordinary?



When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I’ve been writing as a hobby since I was in sixth grade, but I didn’t think to do it seriously until late high school when I was encouraged by my creative writing teacher, Ms. Jean.


What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?

I’ve read books all my life.  The earliest things I remember reading though are those Highlights books in second and third grade.  You know, the magazines they give you in school with articles, comics strips, puzzles, and coloring pages.  I think they used to have serious topics in those books too unless that’s a different magazine, maybe that one was Time for kids or something like that.


What genre of books do you enjoy reading?

I don’t know really.  My book tastes are very diverse.  It’s really the premise in the blurb that I pay attention to.  If I HAD to pick a genre though, I guess it’d be urban fantasy.


What is your favorite book?

My favorite book is probably a toss up between the first three A Song of Ice and Fire books, Harry Potter’s # 4 #5 and #6.  I would have to read them all all over again to decide which is the definitive #1 book.


You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?

This goes hand in hand with my favorite books.  So I’d have to say J.K. Rowling and G.R.R. Martin.  I’ll throw a curveball in there and add Yoshihiro Togashi in there as well even though he’s a mangaka, but that counts as an author too.  All three authors take care with their characters and worlds, ensuring that every single thing they create has a history or cleverness to it.  Their worlds seem like true living, breathing places that possess the keenest sense of wonder and magic to them.  I think I love all these creators equally and now as a writer, I have a deep respect for the care they put into their books.


If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?

I typically shy away from any ideas of time travel, mostly because it just seems like it’d be problematic for someone like me.  But I’ll just go with Italy during the renaissance period.  There seemed to be this huge craving for true knowledge and enlightenment back then.


When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?

Writing tends to be both for me.  Sometimes it’s super easy and my imagination, my hands, and my pen meld into one.  Other times there is too much on my mind about the day’s events or I may hit a snag in my plot or I’m not feeling confident about a scene I’m working on, etc.  What helps is to simply keep going and eliminate all possible distractions.


Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?

No pets.  I simply don’t have the time or resources to take care of them at this point.  My sister’s family has more than enough pets though, so a visit to them gets me all the fuzzy love that a guy could ask for.


What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?

I’m a very simple sort of guy and I like tacos a lot.  Just give me a tortilla or corn shell, some meat, some lettuce, cheese, and spicy sauce and I’m good to go.  Tacos may just be mankind’s greatest creation!


Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

Be patient, read as much as you can, write as much as you can.  Write several books before you even decide to attempt to get published.  Keep a diary, write blog posts, learn as much as you can about the world every day, read the news, read something that has a different point of view from your own, learn what makes people really tick, and go ahead and be a creep and study people.  Your writing improves the more you learn about the world and the process of writing itself.  Listening to people and what motivates them helps your writing a lot.  And remember that the internet is an amazing resource for any project you’re working on.  You can learn just about anything from Youtube and Wikipedia nowadays, just make sure you back up your findings with other sources too.  Beyond that, have some fun and be a rebel.  Some rules were meant to be broken, remember that.

I just want to thank The Avid Reader and her glorious readers for hosting me today and making me feel like a champion!  I hope you all gained something from this or were at least entertained by it.  Thanks so much everyone for your precious time.  Take care.


AUTHOR BIO:



Belart Wright was born and raised in Detroit Michigan with a short but adventurous stint in St. Ignace during his childhood. Always poor, Belart had to learn to use his imagination to fuel the fun he had. Whether it was drawing cool and dangerous looking heroes to creating fully fledged storylines with his action figures to writing stories about kids similar to himself with fantastic abilities and destinies, Belart was always an expert in delving into other worlds that were not his own.

Always naturally talented at writing, it took the advice of his brother, and a little creative boost from his high school creative writing teacher to get him to realize that writing was something he could do really well and pursue as a career. To this day he revels in building worlds and characters from the ground up such as the worlds of Hell Warriors, Story of K, Cyborgs and Deadmen, and Pannam which are all working titles.


In his spare time Belart tries to update his two blogs whenever he can, but mostly just ends up writing or editing. As a huge gamer he plays a lot of games online and off with his favorites at the time being Borderlands 2, Phantasy Star Online, X-Men Legends, and Dark Souls. He just wishes he had more time to whittle his impossibly long gaming list down which goes all the way back to PS1 and Sega Genesis classics. He and his buddies at FlubberKnuckle Studios are also working on several new game IPs. He is also patiently waiting for the next installment of the superb Legacy of Kain series.





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