Saturday, April 22, 2017
Virtual Book Tour: Into the Light by JG Sumner @jg_sumner @RABTBookTours
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Romantic Suspense
Date Published: February 28, 2017
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Laney Pearson was shot at point blank range…
With the help of his friend and colleague, Dr. Nathan
George, Josh Stone managed to save her, giving them both a new start and a
second chance at love. But when Laney’s parents try to take their recovering
daughter back to Missouri, Josh fears he’ll lose her...possibly forever.
A mysterious stalker and Laney’s family aren’t the only ones
who want Josh and Laney apart…
Jillian Stone has struggled with her own demons, always
leaning on her brother Josh for support. When she sees him doting on Laney,
spending days on end by her hospital bed, Jillian grows increasingly jealous.
She pictures a life where Laney is gone and she and Josh can be closer...much
closer.
A familiar shadow still threatens the light…
They thought Laney’s stalker was completely erased from
their lives, arrested when he tried to kill her. But they find it wasn’t
Laney’s ex-boyfriend who tormented her for weeks on end, even if he was the one
who pulled the trigger. They are now on the lookout for the real stalker, who
becomes braver with each passing day, always in shadows, never creeping into
the light...
They fear he might be back to finish what he started...sending
Laney to an early grave.
Excerpt:
Dr.
Josh Stone stood helpless as Laney, seemingly in slow motion, fell to the
floor. The thud of her body hitting the tiles shot goose bumps through his
flesh. For a brief moment, he was paralyzed. His girlfriend, also a trauma
nurse, had been shot by the patient they had been taking care of. The sight of
the man sitting up and grabbing Officer Miller’s gun from his holster replayed
in Josh’s brain. The man pointed it at Laney and shot her several times before
anyone was able to subdue him. Now, Josh stood helplessly as she lay motionless
on the floor. How could this happen in his trauma room? Why couldn’t he protect
Laney? His knees seemed to buckle as he sank to Laney’s side, stethoscope
dangling from his neck.
Laney’s
curly blonde hair covered much of her face, but it was clear she was
unconscious. Josh gently shook her, hoping for the slightest response. There
was none. She had been shot in the chest.
Someone
shrieked. One of the ER nurses, Dinah, looked shocked, both hands covering her
mouth. She pointed to the floor. A puddle of blood oozed from under Laney. His
nose wrinkled from the metallic aroma.
Josh
fought the anger raging inside him. He wanted to make the son-of-a-bitch who
shot Laney pay for hurting her.
For
now, he had to let the cops handle it. Josh took a deep breath and struggled to
regain his composure, but failed miserably.
“My
God! Laney! How could this happen?” His face was hot. He swiped at it with his
blood-soaked hands and realized he was crying.
“Dr.
Stone! Dr. Stone!”
Josh
looked up. Dinah’s lips were moving, but her words weren’t computing. A couple
of techs and nurses eased Laney from his arms. Not only did he feel the
emptiness, but it also plagued his heart and his soul.
Josh
helped lift Laney onto a gurney. Dinah placed her hand on his shoulder. “You
need to help her. She needs you now more than ever.”
Dinah
put her cold hands on Josh’s flushed face. “Dr. Stone, I know you’re in shock,
but you need to focus. You’re the only one who can save her.”
Josh
turned his head, causing the frigid hands to fall from his face. He rubbed his
swollen eyes and surveyed the room. The devastation was beyond words. Officer
Miller had the man who shot Laney subdued in handcuffs. He lay on the table
with his disheveled hair covering his face. Someone must have sedated him
because he wasn’t moving. Equipment had been knocked over and supplies thrown
everywhere. Josh’s heart rate sped up as he cast his eyes down at the pool of
blood surrounding his feet.
“Where
is she?”
“They’ve taken her to the OR to get her prepped. You need
to get down there right now. Dr. Nessler is coming in to finish up with this
guy.”
Josh
darted out of the room with an urgency he never felt before. With each step he
took, his pace quickened until he was in a full sprint to the OR.
When
Josh arrived, the anesthesiologist already had Laney intubated and sedated and
was inserting a central line. The nurses had just finished putting in
peripheral IVs.
“Hang
two units of O positive PRBC’s. Tell the blood bank to have more on standby.
She will need them.”
“Are
you sure you want O positive and not O negative?” questioned Sandra, the OR
nurse.
“Yes!
Laney is O positive!” Josh barked.
He
rushed to Laney. He took a step back seeing her naked body lying lifeless on
the table. Blood still seeped from the bullet wounds. He took a deep breath,
steadied himself, and promptly got to work.
“Has
anyone called the cardiothoracic surgeon?”
“Yes,
he’s been called,” Sandra stated.
“Who’s
on call today?” Josh mentally crossed his fingers it was his friend Nathan.
“It’s
Dr. George. He should be here any minute.”
Josh
sighed. “Thank God. Have chest x-rays been performed?”
“Yes,
we also did a CT of her abdomen. There were two bullets that landed there. One
hit the large intestine. The other looks as though it may have grazed the
liver. There doesn’t appear to be any bleeding, so it may not have been hit. A
bullet also went through the right lower lobe of her lung. The worst of the
injuries is her heart. She took a direct hit to her left ventricle. She’s
losing a lot of blood. I have everything set up when you’re ready to go, Dr.
Stone.”
“Let’s
get her chest cracked. We can’t waste a moment. Dr. George will start to work
as soon as he gets here.”
One
of the techs handed Josh a scalpel. He made an incision straight down the
center of Laney’s chest to her abdomen. They would need the entire area to
work. Once the incision was made, the tech handed Josh the saw. He carefully
cut down the middle of the sternum. The sound of metal against bone was raw
like Josh’s emotions. It was surreal to know it was Laney.
Josh
pulled apart Laney’s sternum and held it open with a sternal retractor.
“Oh,
Jesus.”
“Dr.
Stone, what is it?” the nurse asked.
“The bullet went through her ventricle.” Oh my God, she’s
not going to make it. Josh stared at Laney’s heart losing blood at an alarming
rate. If something wasn’t done fast, she would bleed out.
About the Author:
JG Sumner is a Registered Nurse who went rogue. As
good as she was at starting IV's, she enjoys writing the down the stories in
her head even more. Most of the time the characters won't stop pestering
her until she has them down on paper.
JG can often be found with a glass of red wine or prosecco
in front of her computer. When she's not creating, she enjoys the
outdoors hiking, bike riding, snowboarding, and camping.
JG has a very dry sense of humor, and should never be taken
too seriously. She loves to hear from her fans, and even those who aren't
and would love to hear your opinion on her books.
JG writes romantic suspense/thrillers including: A Shot in
the Dark, Into the Light, The Surrender Trilogy including Surrender, Shattered,
and Saved which will be available through Limitless Publishing soon.
Contact
Information
Website: In process
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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: Seduction in Scarlet by Christina Quinn @C_QuinnAuthor @XpressoTours
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Seduction in Scarlet
Christina Quinn
Publication date: April 15th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Sadie graduates in a handful of days, and when most of the people around her in class are worrying about finals, she’s more focused on if she’ll survive to walk across the stage. Byron, her vampire lover, brings Sadie to a medieval style tournament thrown by the region’s Master. His hope is to take her mind off the stresses of the tests and essays–not to mention the vampire who wants them both dead. However, while taking in the festivities Byron discovers that Sadie has some dark secrets of her own.
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EXCERPT:
“Would you like to play a game?” He cooed to me, nipping at the tender flesh around his bite from that morning.
“W-what kind of game?”“I call it no touching.”
“Will I be able to get my dress back on before dinner?”
“Depends on how carried away we get.”
I swallowed. “Okay. How do we play?”
He took a step back from me and started stripping. “You just stand there.”
“That doesn’t seem like much of a game.”
“It will,” his voice was heavy and thick with the darkness that his devious smirk boasted as he dropped his doublet to the ground. Something ruffled my gown, and I spun around finding nothing.
The ribbon holding the lace collar on tugged itself free, and the soft froth of delicate fabric fell to the floor behind me. The sudden cool air on my neck made me shiver as the ribbons at the sleeves of my dress started to do the same.
“This really isn’t much of a ga—” I turned to face him and the sight of his naked body—as always—rendered me a deaf mute.
“Trust me,” he whispered pulling the comforter and pillows from the bed.
I couldn’t find my voice as both sleeves slipped off. I was only in the bodice, corset, petticoat, and skirt now. Byron was already completely nude and lounging on the blanket on the polished wooden floor. He left the cushions for me.
“How can I win?” I was eventually able to ask as he stared up at me and I felt the bodice slowly start to gape open revealing the cream-colored corset beneath.
“You don’t touch yourself, or me.”
“Honestly, that sounds like everyone loses to me.” I giggled nervously.
“You’ll see.”
I licked my lips as at once my skirt drifted to my feet. Something about standing before him with just his eyes on me heightened my senses. The familiar heat started building, and he hadn’t laid a fingertip on me since agreeing to play the game. He was affected too, as I gazed down at his nudity I was greeted by the sight of him, seemingly growing harder and larger under my gaze.
“Remember,” he practically growled. “No touching.”
Author Bio:
An avid reader and lover of literature, Christina Quinn, has always wanted to be an author for as long as she can remember. She spends most of her days with a coffee cup or wine glass within arm’s reach as she labors at her laptop weaving incredible stories.
Blog Tour + #Giveaway: Enchanting the Earl by Lily Maxton @LilyMaxton @HotTreePromos
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She’s the last thing he expects to find...
Title: Enchanting the Earl
Author: Lily Maxton
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: 17/04/2017
Series: The Townsends #1
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, Scandalous
Llynmore Castle is the only place Annabel Lockhart has ever considered home. For years, she’s been able to live as she wished, freely roaming the wild moors. Now there’s a new earl, as arrogant as he is handsome, and he wants her out. But if he thinks she’ll go quietly, he’s in for a surprise.
Theo Townsend returned from war a changed man. After unexpectedly inheriting an earldom and a secluded castle in the Scottish Highlands to go with it, he thinks he’s found the perfect place to hide from the world—until he arrives to find a spirited, beautiful woman already in residence. He can’t just throw her out, but surely there's a way to get her to leave on her own. The sooner she's gone, the better, especially when he realizes there’s more than just mutual dislike between them.
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Lily Maxton grew up in the Midwest, reading, writing, and daydreaming amidst cornfields. After graduating with a degree in English, she decided to put her natural inclinations to good use and embark on a career as a writer.
When she’s not working on a new story, she likes to tour old houses, add to her tea stash, and think of reasons to avoid housework.
Release Blitz: On the Edge of Death by Ciara Ballintyne @CiaraBallintyne @RABTBookTours
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Epic Fantasy
Date Published: 22 April 2017
Publisher: Evolved publishing
All the Left Hand of Death wants is something to call her own, but is the price too high?
Ellaeva, the fated avatar of the death goddess, is desperate to track down her missing family but the trail is decades old. Instead, she discovers her battered and bloodied sister priestesses driven across the Jerreki border on pain of death. Ellaeva must turn aside from her personal quest to investigate the murders, only to find her parents have been taken into the heart of the conflict.
Lyram Aharris, favoured son of the royal line of Ahlleyn, is the only living person she trusts to help her infiltrate the enemy stronghold and uproot the horror they find there, but their chequered past threatens the mission. Accompanying him is his crown prince, the one man Lyram wants dead above all others.
Now Ellaeva must face down the darkness in her soul before a dark god is brought into the world.
At the boundary of life and death, all oaths will be tested.
EXCERPT
Lyram leaned on the window casement, scouring the bustling courtyard of the royal palace of Ahlleyn below. Servants in the black and purple livery of the clan Gaylbrath strode confidently about their tasks, and his gaze skipped over them, looking for someone obviously out of place—looking for the crow amongst the sparrows. From this high, picking individual faces out of the crowd was impossible, but that didn’t stop him searching. He didn’t need a face to find the person he sought.
Despite his failure to note anyone out of place, he knew there was at least one person in the palace who shouldn’t be there. He could feel it in his bones.
“Lyram, you’re not listening to me.”
Sighing, he turned, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded over his plaid. He regarded the duchess. “No, Narrawen, I’m not. I do apologise. What were you saying?”
The Duchess of Kinrothen narrowed pale-blue eyes at him. She stood in the centre of his sitting room, an inner sanctum furnished by his late wife, and a place of solitude and reflection where he’d usually not permit the duchess. But, short of his bedchamber, this was the only room in his suite with a window. He needed to see the courtyard, and she’d insisted on speaking with him.
“Never mind. You clearly have something else on your mind.” Then her voice grew teasing. “Perhaps something I could help with?“
Lyram swallowed a long-suffering sigh. Narrawen, standing with her head cocked and one hand on a hip, was a fine figure of a woman, but she was also a schemer. Her kirtle, though made of expensive linen, was woven in the red, yellow and green tartan of her clan; she took every opportunity to wear it, as though reminding everyone she was their clan leader. Though women were accepted as equals in Ahlleyn, a woman heading a large warrior clan could experience certain… troublesome elements, and she carried a bow slung over her shoulder. A woman who would lead warriors must be a warrior, and she had the temperament to match the flaming red hair tumbling down her shoulders in unruly curls. Everything she did was calculated and planned, and there was no way he’d be sharing what was on his mind.
“It’s nothing to trouble yourself over,” he said.
“Oh, it would be no trouble to take a burden from your shoulders.” She stepped forward, closing the distance between them to place a hand on his arm.
The heady aroma of eastern tuberose assaulted his nostrils, rich and sensual. She was tall, the top of her head on a level with his nose, and her breath tickled his clean-shaven chin. Her gaze held the resolute intensity of a woman accustomed to getting her way, sooner or later. She was beautiful, and in a way that went beyond her face and figure: she was fierce, determined, and intelligent.
But when he looked at her, he saw only Ellaeva.
Her brow pinched, as if reading something in his face, and he smoothed his expression.
“You’ve been too long a widower,” she said.
He started. “Eighteen months! That’s hardly too long.”
She met his gaze with an intense expression, ignoring his protest. “And I’ve never married. We both need heirs.”
He shook his head and tried to draw away, but she had him pinned between her wide skirts and the window. “You would merge two of the kingdom’s most powerful and influential duchies into one? The aristocracy will never stand for it. You already know my answer, Narrawen. I’m not interested in marrying—you or anyone else. It’s not personal, you understand?”
She snorted in a most unladylike fashion and tossed her hair, like a wild horse tossing its mane. “You pay too little attention, Lyram. You’d be surprised what the aristocracy will allow now, after the fall of Traeburhn. Everyone’s been made nervous by his treason, especially the stripping of lands and titles. Besides, we need not merge the duchies. We could agree on a division of heirs.”
“The risk of civil war—”
She leaned closer, until only inches separated their faces. The heady smell of her perfume was almost intoxicating.
“There are any number of men in this kingdom, and without, who would marry me,” she said. “Most for the wrong reasons. Few of them have my respect and admiration, but you do. What I need is a husband. What I want is you.”
The door burst open, thumping against the wall.
Narrawen jumped back, her bow clattering against the side table. A faint blush stained her cheeks.
Lyram’s pulse quickened. This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for.
Everard stood framed by the sitting room’s doorway, his posture perfectly erect as he folded his hands neatly in front of his sporran. As always, he was clad in scrupulous court attire, his rank pinned to the shoulder of his white shirt and his kilt falling in perfect pleats. His thinning grey hair had been meticulously combed, and his wire-framed glasses perched precariously on his nose. He kept his face blank, but a small twitch beside his eye betrayed his displeasure at the duchess’s presence. “Sir.”
Though Everard’s tone was even, Lyram read the tension and urgency in him. “I know, Everard. I’ll come.”
“A prior engagement, Lyram?” Narrawen said. “Whatever it is, reschedule it. We’re not done.”
Lyram opened his mouth to countermand the order—though she outranked him, how dare she presume to order his aide-de-camp?
But Everard’s gaze flickered to her with that same inscrutability, and in his perfectly deadpan aide’s voice he said, “Is Your Grace still chasing a husband? Perchance I can suggest a better hunting ground.”
Narrawen grew rigid, and Lyram suppressed a grin.
“The duchess and I can finish our conversation later,” Lyram said. “I’ll come, Everard.”
“No, sir—” Everard blinked, jerking aside as though pinched, and Ellaeva stepped into the room.
The shock of seeing her thrilled through him, like the mixed pleasure of an unexpectedly warm spring day, tainted by fording a stream running with snowmelt. Though he’d felt her jump suddenly from the far east to well within Ahlleyn borders several days ago, though he’d felt her drawing nearer by the day, he hadn’t realised she was here, outside the room. And no amount of time could have prepared him for this moment.
Their gazes locked. Her black eyes were flat and cold. In his head, the sense of her abruptly clenched into the hard glass ball that said she was trying to control or hide her feelings. That connection was the unintended legacy of his resurrection at her hand, but she’d grown better at controlling it. Then her gaze flickered to Narrawen, standing so close alongside him, and the glass ball shattered into a thousand shards with an impact so visceral he gasped and sat down. The chill in the air deepened.
She switched her stare back to Lyram. Finally, she spoke, in a voice cold as iron. “I have come to see Alagondar.”
About the Author
Ciara Ballintyne grew up on a steady diet of adult epic fantasy from the age of nine, leaving her with a rather confused outlook on life – she believes the good guys should always win, but knows they often don’t. She is an oxymoron; an idealistic cynic. Her debut work is Confronting the Demon, and In the Company of the Dead is her first book to be published with Evolved Publishing. She holds degrees in law and accounting, and is a practising financial services lawyer. In her spare time, she speculates about taking over the world.
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