Cover Reveal + #Giveaway: Hard World Tour Series By V.F. Mason @Author_VFMason @StarAnge13

Title: Annabella's Oblivion

Series: Hard World Tour #1

By: V.F. Mason

Publication Date: February 3, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Sometimes love is our only salvation...

Annabella

My brother and I shared the unbreakable bond that held us through thick and thin.

Nick helped me to achieve my dreams and meet my best friends.

Our shared talents with girls allowed us to create one of the best rock bands of our generation.

We had it all.

Fame, money, freedom.

The future held nothing but endless possibilities for us, and I couldn't be happier.

Until the person I loved most, my brother, was gone.

And nothing was ever the same.

The Oblivion consumed me, and I never wanted to come back.

But then Nate Jackson decided to save me, and I was powerless to stop him from bulldozing into my life and make me live again.

Annabella’s Oblivion

Copyright2016 V.F. Mason

All rights reserved

Prologue

Annabella When you lose someone you love, you want to scream as you fall to your knees, begging for anything to release the pain. People say, once you let it all out, you’re finally able to accept the fact that the person you love is gone and you can proceed with the funeral and the grieving. They say time heals everything and makes us remember those we lost only with smiles and good memories, and all the bad things fade away. Well, you know what? It’s all fucking bullshit. Time doesn’t heal shit; it just makes you deal with the painful reality that they’re never coming back. There is no scream. The minute you get the news, all you hear is a deep buzzing sound in your ears and everything around you is just quiet, as if you were in a vacuum. Funerals and seeing the body? Makes you loathe it even more and get angry at all those people who think they know better, who give you that pitiful stare and tell you someday everything will be all right. They promise to be there for you and always offer their support. That was a fucking lie, too. No one’s here with me right now. I lie in bed all alone and the pain doesn’t go away. That, I guess, is the whole point to being in rehab. “Bella, you are fucking using, and you want me to let you go on with it?” “Take her to a center. She is a fucking druggie.” “Have you thought for a second how Nick would react to this?” I hear all those voices in my head every time I try to relax. There is no getting away from them, or from those people who think they understand. They think they’re allowed to judge. Well, they fucking aren’t. They don’t know what it’s like to be me and deal with the pain when you have to smile for the press or perform on stage. No, they fucking don’t, and I hate them for judging me. Drugs, they were my friends. For just a moment, they allowed me to see him, to imagine and talk to him. I was able to laugh and experience a slight joy because he was here every time I took another dose. They took it away from me and thought I would deal with the grief. How can I ever deal with it? The person I loved most, the one who always believed in me, who was there for me when I wanted to explore my talent and go big, who saved me from the blows of our father, he’s gone. He is never coming back. He can never hug me and tell me it’s going to be okay, because nothing can be okay for me anymore. I want him here with me, but at the same time, I know he would have been disappointed in me. He would never take drugs or approve of me doing something so bad either. He hated them because they destroyed our parents, and he helped kids like us make a different choice. There is one vivid memory of him and me, when I was five and he was ten, and we walked around the park with just our sweaters and coats as protection against the biting wind, even though our coats were old and didn’t do much to keep us warm. I had wanted to see the park and he showed me. My teeth chattered from the cold, so he removed his coat with the intention of placing it on me. “No, Nick! It’s freezing!” He held me close as I tried to get away, because as cold as I was, I didn’t want him to suffer. And if he became sick, there was no medicine to heal him. Our parents spent what little money they had on the alcohol and didn’t give a thought to their kids. Nick ignored my arguments and placed his jacket on me. “It’s okay. I feel better knowing you are protected.” It made me cry, but he just smiled and hugged me. He was my hero. There wasn’t a time in my life when he didn’t put me and my needs first. He’d attended every one of my concerts and even arranged my music deal. He will always be my hero. But he’s gone. He is gone forever. How can I live in a world where he no longer exists? How is it possible to breathe in a world where my big brother, the only family I’ve ever had, doesn’t exist? He is gone, and sometimes, I wish like hell I could have gone with him, that it would have been me who’d died in that car accident all those months ago. It should have been me who laid on the table, my body cold and lifeless. They say atonement comes one way or another, or the guilt eventually vanishes. That’s fucking bullshit, too. I’m a coward; I don’t want to live with the guilt. I want to live in my small fantasy-reality, where he’s alive. I know I’m probably as good as done with the band. There is no way the girls and Jeremy will let me stay after all this; plus, how can they ever trust me? They shouldn’t, because as much as I love what I do—what we do—if I had the choice again between them and that life, and drugs and my brother, I would choose Nick in a heartbeat. My name is Annabella Katherine Hastings. I’m the lead singer of one of the most famous girl rock bands in the world, a fan favorite of many—supposedly with the voice of an angel—and I’ve recently become a druggie. Welcome to my world.

Title: Jane's Surrender

Series: Hard World Tour #2

By: V.F. Mason

Publication Date: February 3, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Sometimes love is our greatest fear...

Jane

I never really believed that love could heal until my parents adopted me. They showered me with love and attention, and through them I met my three best friends.

Our mutual talents allowed us to create a band that became one of the most popular rock bands in our generations.

We had everything, yet my heart longed for one thing.

Love.

I dreamed about the Knight in shining armor who would come and sweep me off my feet.

One day, I finally met him.

Only to be crushed when he fell in love with my best friend.

I gave up on love, deciding that happily ever after wasn't for everyone.

Until Drake came into my life and made my head spin.

Drake

I always knew that I’d recognize the girl who is supposed to be mine from the first moment of meeting her.

Jane came into my life spontaneously, and we spend one amazing night filled with passion, laughter, and fun.

On the next day, she was gone.

My girl wanted nothing to do with me.

However, I was there to show her that no matter what a man never gives up on the woman he wants and some things are worth fighting for.

Jane’s Surrender

Copyright2016 V.F. Mason

All rights reserved

Chapter 1

The night that changed everything

Las Vegas, Nevada

March, 2013

Jane, 21 years old “Come on, Jane. Live a little!” Ariel shouted in my ear and gave me yet another shot of tequila, and I just rolled my eyes. The girl was crazy, but she probably didn't give a shit. That made me smile, especially when I thought about all the things she did in life. I shook my head and moved the shot to the side. I didn’t feeling like drinking, and maybe I just wasn’t in the mood. We were in a crowded Las Vegas nightclub, where the music was so loud you had to shout to be heard, and the booze was flowing. This club was one of the most exclusive places in the city. We paid a lot of money to get into the VIP lounge, and even I had to admit the design was fabulous. The lounge’s golds and reds were mesmerizing as they glittered vividly from the colorful club light. A big chandelier with crystals sparkled, emphasizing its beauty. On the huge dance floor with fog and lights, people danced and brushed against each other, drunk and out of control. The DJ above, wearing headphones, his eyes closed, moved his arms to the beat of the song. He appeared to be unaware he was in the crowded room. The bar was filled with eager, slightly tipsy people who wore designer clothes. Comfortable couches were scattered around the space. The friendly staff consisted of long-legged sexy waitresses in short black uniforms, black stockings, and high heels. The bartenders were seriously hot guys with cocky smiles and flirty winks. They wore leather pants and tight shirts, which gave the women customers a good look at their amazing chests, and probably contributed to very good tips from the horny ladies. The club had some of the best dancers in the world. A few cages hovering above the floor were filled with graceful, hot women who alluringly danced to the songs and did wonders with the ropes. I found it hard not to be jealous of their flexibility. The club, Resisting Me, opened a few months back, and quickly became a hit. No one knew much about the owners, but a rumor hinted at twin brothers who liked to get their kinks behind closed doors. We’d been dying to go for ages, so I had no clue why I felt out of sorts. Sam, Bella, and Megan danced wildly. Their arms waved above their heads while they shook their asses to the music. Several guys moved in closer, but my friends didn't pay any attention to them. They were too into girls’ night to mess with the guys, and besides, they promised Nick to behave. Nick was Bella’s brother, or rather the brother of the whole band, and long-time boyfriend of Megan. He was crazy about his girl, and it took us some time and bribes to convince him to let her go unwind a little with us. I was glad she was enjoying herself. However, that meant no sex for the girls. Well, at least not in the club. I knew the girls would find a way to sneak some guys into the hotel rooms. None of them wanted anything serious, but they loved to unwind sometimes, and who could blame them? I would have done it too, if only I could. Ariel sighed in frustration, pinned her hair in a knot on top of her head, and moved closer. She took a sip of her drink and then pointed a finger at me. “You aren’t having fun at all. This is our night out, and for the first time since we became famous, we don’t have to hide. It took us ages to convince everyone to let us go out, and here you are making me mad.” Her finger jabbed into my arm. Vicious creature. Nonetheless, her words were filled with truth. We became famous three years ago. The minute the world heard our group, Hard World, we became an overnight sensation. Millions of likes on YouTube, platinum albums, tours, multi-million dollar contracts, everything a successful rock band wanted, which also included wild wrap parties, exclusive hotels, and vacations. We enjoyed luxury life at its best. That, however, had two sides, because it meant we had to be extremely careful what we did and where we did it. We couldn't exactly go to regular places and have fun all the time. Especially because Jeremy, our manager, had a hissy fit about it. He hated all those parties. By the way, he was usually clenching his fists, drinking himself into oblivion, and giving the stink eye to all of Sam’s bed partners; you didn't have to be a genius to figure out why. “How am I making you mad?” I asked. Her beautiful emerald eyes held disbelief. She just shook her head and threw back another shot. Ariel was a thing of beauty, an hourglass body with curves that made men turn their heads, long, red curly hair, which shined like fire on a bright sunny day, and those eyes of hers. No wonder men all over the world went crazy for our little mermaid. “Because you’re grumpy and refuse to drink or dance,” she pouted. “I’m not. I’m just a bit tired; that’s all.” It was a flat out lie, and she probably knew it, but after a long hard stare, she let it go. It was for the best too. I wasn't about to share everything, because there was no point in doing it. Although the four of us were the closest friends possible, we sort of had two camps inside the group. Sam and Bella shared a special bond, while Ariel and I shared another. That’s why we were always attuned to each other’s mood swings and everything else. “Fine. Are you gonna go then?” “Yep. I need some good sleep.” I leaned closer and kissed her on her soft cheek. “I’ll buy your favorite cookies.” “Carbs for more curves? No, thanks,” she snorted, gulping one more shot and flashing me a picture of her in workout clothes on her Instagram page. “After all, I have a fitness blog going on for curvy women. I can’t eat them.” “Chocolate chip cookies, babe.” She narrowed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and looked at me suspiciously. “How many?” Ah, I knew it would be easy to bribe her. I moved closer to her, and whispered in her ear, “Five.” She glanced around, nodded, and we shook hands. “It’s a deal. But keep it quiet. The walls have ears.” I swear if people heard what my friends and I talked about, they would think we needed to be locked up. “Pinky swear.” She rolled her eyes, and said, “Just go.” Then she blew me a kiss. “Yeah, just don’t be mad,” I replied. Her attention was already on the hot-looking guy on the dance floor, who was making his way toward her. She flashed him a cocky smile and licked her red, lipstick-covered lips. Looked like she had found her prey for the night. I made my way through sweaty bodies, people who were kissing, and several drunks who wanted to play grab ass, but were quickly shut down by the security guys who removed them. Near the exit, the wall was made of several small mirrors, which created some kind of weird art composition. It was hard not to notice myself in the reflection, not that there was much to look at. There wasn't a lot to admire about me. I was skinny, but my firm ass was often noticed. My dull brown eyes were framed by black hair cut in a bob. I wore biker-chick clothes, because I loved bikes. My body sported several tattoos. I was plain, just like my name implied. Every damn magazine in the world made it their mission to point out how funny and out of place I was among all the beauties in my band. It hurt the first time, and—who was I kidding?—it still did, but I had to accept it. I wasn't about to show weakness to anyone, especially the paparazzi. Finally, outside, I breathed the fresh spring air and loved the way the breeze calmed and cooled my body. Las Vegas was beautiful in its own way: all those lights, casinos, and interesting buildings. Everywhere, people had fun, and it was a good change from our busy New York life. People smiled, waved, and took pictures. Some of them were seriously drunk, but still laughed their asses off. The tourists were dressed in colorful Hawaiian shirts, and the locals in suits or jeans. What made the majority of the people in this city different was the excitement that shone in their eyes and the aura of adventure around them. My attention was on my surroundings, so the push from behind that made me fall forward came out of nowhere. My heart racing, I was just about to land on the hard concrete when strong, masculine hands caught me from the front and held me tight, saving me from a painful fall. “Sorry, hun, didn’t see you there.” I looked back at a young guy who wasn’t older than mid-twenties as he gave me an apologetic smile. The bump was an accident, not anything to get angry about. It could have been a lot worse had it not been for the guy who caught me. I gave him a reassuring smile and opened my mouth to speak, but I wasn't given the chance as the chest under my palms vibrated from the stranger’s raspy voice. “Maybe next time, you’ll pay better attention to where you’re going.” His voice was deep, husky, and masculine, and surprisingly, it sent shivers down my spine all the way to my toes. The guy who accidently pushed me paled, mumbled something under his breath, and quickly took off running. Curious, my eyes moved up, and my breathing stopped for a second. He was tall; his wide shoulders blocked my view behind him, almost as though I was standing in front of a wall. He was rather bulky, his arms muscled, evident by the way his black shirt stretched over them. My hands moved of their own accord over his brick-hard chest. Instantly, my palms tingled; I moved them away quickly and stepped back. Somehow, the move was like losing my anchor. What the hell was that? I finally looked at his face. He had the deepest, most beautiful sapphire eyes I’d ever seen. Those glorious eyes were surrounded by long lashes and set into his perfect, handsome face. His shaggy blond hair fell to just below his ears but didn't reach his shoulders. His kind smile brought attention to his full lips. He gazed down at me with an expression in his eyes I didn’t understand, because no one had ever looked at me that way. I’d never met a man like him, and I didn't understand my body’s reaction to him. I had visions of his naked skin against mine, two bodies entwined in bed, making love for hours. I found it hard to breathe. “Thank you,” I whispered. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He gave me a half smile and moved forward. I fought the need to step back, because it seemed like he was a predator and I was his prey. His whole attention was focused on me, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t move back from me, sweetheart,” he growled. “I don’t know you. Don’t call me that.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back on his chest, resurrecting that electrifying feeling of his presence. His body was as hot as summer in Texas, and his tanned skin made me want to run my fingers over it. “What do you want me to call you then?” he whispered against my lips, which were a hair’s breadth away. “I...I don’t know,” I gasped. What was this? What was I doing? He was a stranger on the street, and I was in his arms feeling like he was the only one who could give me oxygen. Before any of this could make sense to me, he lowered his head and covered my lips with his. It was like the world stopped. And I was left alone with him in it. He slowly nipped my lips then licked and sucked on the lower one, which made me moan, a perfect opening for him to deepen the kiss. This was our first kiss. All I knew about kisses was that they were gentle and tender. The few guys I let kiss me were shy, and they didn’t really make my toes curl, but their kisses were nice. They weren't passionate, because I simply didn't inspire those feelings in men. Those kisses seemed dull and uninteresting compared to the one from the stranger. His kiss was deep, passionate, hard, and painful. It seemed as though he wanted to devour my mouth and leave his imprint on me, like he was marking me for everyone to see and punishing me at the same time, but for what, I didn’t know. He guided his tongue into my mouth, making me shiver and shyly answer his kiss, which earned me another growl. Following his lead allowed me to learn those kind of kisses, and I never wanted them to stop. My whole body was on fire, and for the first time in my life, I felt heat between my thighs, and my nipples got hard from the contact with another person. When my lungs burned from lack of air, he released my lips. We were both breathing heavily, and our eyes were still locked on each other. “Beautiful.” The word was like cold water washing over me, and I was suddenly aware of everything happening around me. His compliment wasn't the truth, and it broke the spell. I hated that he had kissed me, but it was hard not to want more. For one damn minute, I believed in magic again. But the real world and memories forced me back from my fantasy world to land on my ass. Hard. “I need to go.” I had to get out of there, from him and a situation I didn't understand, which confused me. Everything was blurry, and I just wanted to run away. That wasn't right. That wasn't me. I’d never reacted to men like I did him; I just never liked guys, period. Except Jeremy, but thinking about him made my heart ache, so I didn’t. I’d already met the man of my dreams and knew he loved someone else, so I had to live with that. I wasn’t looking for love. I was done.

V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn't happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

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New Release: Recoil by Jessa Jacobs @JJwritesRomance @HotTreePromos

Author: Jessa Jacobs

Title: Recoil, Book One

Release Date:  January 19, 2016

Publisher: Mad for Romance Publishing

Cover Designer: Shari Ryan, MadHat Covers

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Editor: Candice Royer

Reluctant step-siblings Julia and Colin meet for the first time at an engagement party for their parents, and dislike each other on sight despite their undeniable physical chemistry. They soon find they have a common interest, though – stopping the inappropriate and hasty marriage of her mother to his father.

When they discover that the recent death of her father might have had something to do with his father’s business, the common interest turns them into allies. But what will they do about their own sizzling chemistry?

Recoil, Book One is the first novella in a serialized trilogy. Books Two and Three will be released quickly, but I couldn’t wait any longer to bring you the first part of the story.

She probably got him to propose by twining him around her elegant, slender finger and then refusing his advances without a ring on it. Nothing I said had swayed him. He was hell-bent on marrying her, and not only that, but marrying her in indecent haste. In a few moments, I'd be expected to join him, his fiancée, and her daughter at the head table as Dad made his announcement of their engagement. 

As the moment approached, I spent more time trying to read the daughter's body language from across the room. She seemed to have a chip on her shoulder about something. Her pose was all fire compared to her mother's ice, though. When Dad said something to her, she retorted with enough heat to make him flinch back. What was her problem? She'd probably end up with a windfall of a couple of billion dollars when her mom wore my poor dad down, and he died begging for a quickie. 

The daughter wasn't my type, but I could imagine she'd be a spitfire in bed. I'd soon have her tamed, though, by wrapping my fingers in that long hair and riding her like...

Well, that line of thought had to stop. In moments, I'd be forced to walk across the room with everyone's eyes on me. Doing that while sporting a massive erection was not my idea of fun.

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Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

When I’m not writing (which is almost never) I enjoy reading, hiking in the foothills near Denver, live blues music, karaoke and now and then indulging in her karaoke habit.

If you'd like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website at www.jessajacobs.com.

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Cover Reveal: The Society by Jodie Andrefski @2000_words @EntangledTeen @YABoundToursPR #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS

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Cover Blast: Lies and Snow-Clad Graves - Blood and Shattered Glass Series Book # 2 By Tyffani Clark Kemp @TyffaniCKemp @GHBTours

Lies and Snow-Clad Graves

Blood and Shattered Glass Series Book # 2

By- Tyffani Clark Kemp

Genre- Adult Psychological Romantic Thriller

Expected Publication Date- February 16th, 2016

The bodies lost could not be found…

Kandace Callahan disappeared three years ago. Assuming her to be dead, her family buried an empty casket and moved on, but they didn’t give up finding out what had happened to her.

Beneath the lies and snow-clad graves…

On the outside, Kay Oliver is the perfect wife. She wears a gentle smile and never argues. She and her husband Steven are town heroes.

On the inside, Kay is angry and bitter and she doesn’t know why. That is, until an out-of-towner comes in and shows her the truth. She’s the product of an experiment gone wrong and he’s a private detective sent by her family to find her.

Cries the truth of what happened…

When Steven finds out that she knows the truth, he begins a plot to erase her memory and replace it with one that will suit him better. But with so many unknown variables, he can’t be aware of what will happen if he trusts the wrong person.

…at Harrow Haves.

The truth begins a frantic race to stay alive. Will she make it back to her family? Or will they want the woman she has become?

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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: Burning Nights (Kindling Flames #6) by Julie Wetzel @JulieKWetzel @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours

Burning Nights 
Julie Wetzel
(Kindling Flames #6)
Published by: Crimson Tree Publishing
Publication date: January 18th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal

After a wedding filled with werewolves, fay, and vampires, Vicky is looking forwards to a nice, quiet honeymoon away from the chaos of Darien’s daily life. But nothing is ever simple with an Ancient Vampire around. 

When the Vampire Council of Hawaii finds out Darien and his new bride are coming, they are determined to see that Darien is honored properly. But vampire etiquette isn’t for the faint of heart. 

The nights could burn when lines are drawn… and Darien finds himself in a turf war he never intended to start.

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After a few moments, Darien shifted in his seat to face Elliot again. “Look. If you ever have a problem, I want you to bring it to me.” Elliot opened his mouth to protest, but Darien cut him off. “I know you’re a master unto yourself, but you’re also my friend, and I hate to see you suffering. Even if you don’t think I can do anything, just talk to me. Sometimes that’s all it takes.”

Elliot stared at him for a moment before nodding his head. “All right, but you have to promise me the same.”

Darien chuckled as he faced forwards and started the car. “Deal. Now let’s get going before Patrick sends someone out to find us.”

Elliot laughed as they pulled out into the night. Nothing had really changed, but his heart felt lighter than it had in weeks.

Author Bio:
Originally from Ohio, Julie always dreamed of a job in science. Either shooting for the stars or delving into the mysteries of volcanoes. But, life never leads where you expect. In 2007, she moved to Mississippi to be with her significant other.

Now a mother of a hyperactive red headed boy, what time she's not chasing down dirty socks and unsticking toys from the ceiling is spent crafting worlds readers can get lost it. Julie is a self-proclaimed bibliophile and lover of big words. She likes hiking, frogs, interesting earrings, and a plethora of other fun things. 

And with the Kindling Flames series, she is now an Internationally Best-Selling Author. 

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Cover Reveal: Abandoned by Elisa Dane @ElisaDane @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours

Abandoned 
Elisa Dane
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: February 15th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

My name is Tierra Owens, and I like to kiss. A lot. It numbs the hollow ache in my chest and—for a few minutes—makes me forget how truly alone I am. My mother is an alcoholic. She hates me and insists I’m the reason she’s not married to my father, whom I have never met. My best friend, Kaylee, is the only person who knows the real me. Everyone else sees what I want them to: a happy, confident, popular girl who has the world at her feet. 

I am a fraud. 

Relationships are forbidden. I avoid them at all costs. Sex? Emotions? Those things make a person vulnerable, and vulnerability always leads to heartbreak. When my childhood crush, Mattie shows up at school my world tumbles off its axis. The shell I surround myself with feels more like a pathetic crutch than a protective barrier, and I find myself wanting things. Daydreaming about what it would be like to have a boyfriend, a relationship—love 

The sad fact is: I’ll never have any of those things. I am unworthy—trash. Which is why my mom abandoned me.

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ELISA DANE is a self-proclaimed book junkie. A lover of handbags, chocolate, and reality television, she's a proud mother to three All- Star cheerleaders. Writing is her absolute passion, and it's her mission to create stories that will not only take you on a romantic journey that will warm your heart, but help you find a new respect and interest in the sport of All-Star cheerleading.

Elisa is no stranger to the publishing world. She writes steamy paranormal romance under her real name, Lisa Sanchez. Her adult works include the Hanford Park series (Eve Of Samhain, Pleasures Untold, and Faythe Reclaimed), Obsessed (an erotic suspense), and a paranormal novella, Cursing Athena. Elisa lives in Northern California with her husband, three daughters, and a feisty Chihuahua who stubbornly believes she's human. 

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Virtual Tour + #Giveaway: Sonar the Cyclone by B. Truly @BrandyTruly @GoddessFish

Sonar the Cyclone

by B. Truly

GENRE: YA Sci-fi Fantasy Romance

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Is your destiny determined by what the future has foretold? Or is fate deemed in the hands of what you behold?

The Royal 4 are now back on their home territory of Nazari, determined to get things back to normal. Syira’s forbidden love is being held captive. She is hell-bent on fighting for him despite the immense obstacles. She must find a way to convince her race that Kadeem is not dangerous. Their threat lies from deeper within.

Shiray has accepted her past and is moving forward with her life, but it comes back to haunt her tenfold. That all changes when she stumbles across the truth. Now, she must pick up the pieces of her shattered life.

They are in the calm but know when they approach the dirty side of the Cyclone storm, terrible things will unravel. The future is revealed and they get a glimpse of Fate’s course. Time is not on their side. They must attempt to change their destiny or their world will be doomed.

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The storm came upon us swiftly. The ship staggered. It was hard to comprehend that the tides were forming so high. Then another element doomed us. Three Polar ships hovered above.

“The Polars are here!” I screamed.

“What!” Kadeem yelled and the golden glow around his irises pulsated. Nazar began firing our ship’s lasers at them.

It was almost impossible to move with the ship rocking so hard from the pressure of the wind. Conan activated the force field. We received a few hits as we waited for the shield to go up. We hadn’t managed a direct hit to them, but their shields were up. This was an endless dance with the ship’s force shields. We needed to fire our laser canyon, which had more power to break through it. The fire canyon was activating too, but we didn’t have time to use it. Within seconds the storm came in full force. A huge tsunami plowed toward us. Nazar tried to dodge it, but he wasn’t fast enough.

“Holy…!” Was all I could get out as the wave slammed into us and took us down. The gravity from the fall made everyone somersault. I couldn’t grab on to anything.

“Syira!” I heard Kadeem shout. Once we hit the water we started to sink. Kadeem fired the laser he retrieved from his waist at the dashboard. Conan and John joined in. After a few blasts the windshield gave. I understood the logic of this, but my stomach was in knots.

“Everyone, prepare yourself,” John commanded.

My eyes were bulging. The water would be freezing. The windshield cracked, then the lilac-colored water gushed inside at an accelerated rate. Kadeem dashed to my side. I cringed as I saw blood seeping from his head wound. The water circled around my feet and ankles. It was just as cold as I’d imagined.

“Everyone get through the opening in the windshield now!” John yelled.

Then the water consumed us as we descended further into the ocean. Kadeem grabbed my hand and I took a deep breath. I clutched Kadeem’s hand as we swam through the opening. It was a scary sight as I took one last look at my ship continuing down. I kicked hard and we headed for the surface. Kadeem was a strong swimmer and pulled us upward.

It seemed to take forever to reach the top. I gasped for air once we finally did. I hoped all of my crew members had made it out. Another wave hit and ricocheted all around us. I lost the grip on Kadeem’s hand and went under. I was pushed down several feet and fought my way back to the surface. Kadeem pulled me closer to him as we treaded to stay afloat.

“Are you all right?” Kadeem asked.

“I’m okay,” I choked. The tides were fierce and coming non-stop. Nile’s ship lowered its net.

“They lowered the net. Get to it quickly!” I yelled. As we started to swim toward it, another gigantic surge manifested. It was so high that it took one of the Polar ships down as it lurched into them. When they hit the water the force of impact caused the waves to rise up and took several of us under. I tried to hold on to Kadeem’s hand but couldn’t. This seemed hopeless. I was beneath the freezing water again and my powers were useless. I managed to get to the surface. I saw August, Nazar, Conan, and John.

“Where’s Kadeem!” I screamed.

“I don’t know!” they yelled.

“We have to get to the net. The cyclone won’t hold at bay much longer,” John shouted.

Some of the Polars surfaced, but I still didn’t see Kadeem.

“I have to find him!” I yelled. “Get to the net. I’ll meet you guys there.”

Before anyone could object I dove under. I turned on the light on my holster belt to see clearer, but there was no sign of him. Please God, help me find him.

AUTHOR BIO:

B Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old and is grateful to have accomplished this dream. She has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She is addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of action and suspense. She writes New Adult, Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Paranormal-Romance.

In the Sonar series, B Truly said, “It was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.”

B Truly has three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.

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