Cover reveal for Silver Bastard (the Silver Valley Series #1) by Joanna Wylde

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Silver Bastard is book one in the Silver Valley Series and 
will be released on April 7th.   
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First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward—full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That’s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he’d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She’s been terrified of him ever since, but she’s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from… But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She’s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can’t ignore. She has to go back, and there’s only one man she can trust to go with her—the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.



Joanna Wylde is a freelance writer and voracious reader. You can visit her website


Twitter: @joannawylde

Cover Reveal for The Morbid & Sultry Tales of Genevieve Clare by J.B. Hartnett


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Release Date: October 30th



My name is Genevieve Clare, professional mourner, destined to spend my days donning a black suit and throwing myself on top of caskets for money. Sometimes I mixed it up and threw myself on top of a willing warm body instead. Finding the right warm body though, that was a different story.


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So when I looked at him in the truck, I saw this man I’d loved for years. This time, instead of looking at him with the eyes of a silly girl, an awkward teen, a romantic young woman, or a grieving daughter…this time, I looked at him with the eyes of a woman in love. A woman who knew her heart, finally, and I knew, in that moment, nothing would ever part us again.

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About the Author

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Julie is a Southern California native, a fan of a really good story (preferably romance with a happily ever after), really good pie (preferably pumpkin) and copious amounts of coffee (preferably Folgers).

She has always enjoyed writing and at one time thought she could be a singer songwriter…the ‘writer’ part is the one that stuck.

Julie is obsessed with pi…the equation(and the food). She’s allergic to cats and cantaloupe and hates mushrooms…so if you ever want to give her a gift, those are out for sure.She currently lives with her own romance hero husband and two boys in Melbourne, Australia.

Synopsis Reveal for Marrow by Tarryn Fisher

Marrow by Tarryn Fisher
In the Bone there is a house.
In the house there is a girl.
In the girl there is a darkness.

Margo is not like other girls. She lives in a derelict neighborhood called the Bone, in a cursed house, with her cursed mother, who hasn’t spoken to her in over two years. She lives her days feeling invisible. It’s not until she develops a friendship with her wheelchair-bound neighbor, Judah Grant, that things begin to change. When neighborhood girl, seven-year-old Neveah Anthony, goes missing, Judah sets out to help Margo uncover what happened to her.

What Margo finds changes her, and with a new perspective on life, she’s determined to find evil and punish it–targeting rapists and child molesters, one by one.

But hunting evil is dangerous, and Margo risks losing everything, including her own soul.


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I am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…



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Blog Tour for Bound in Blue by Jessica Ingro

Strong ties aren’t easily broken…
First loves have the ability to fill us with hope and then shatter us when they end. Some people can pick up the pieces and move on. Others simply learn how to exist as a fragment of the person that they used to be.
Shane “Mack” MacAllister is one of the ones simply existing. His wife Ella died at a young age, leaving him alone and broken. Shane knew he’d never be able to give himself to another, believing there was nothing left to give. That is until a young, feisty doctor blazed into his life and made him rethink letting someone into what’s left of his tattered heart.
Dr. Megan Huntley has devoted her life to taking care of others, ever since her twin sister was brutally murdered. She might not have been able to save her sister, but she has made it her mission to help other victims. Long hours in the Emergency Room and volunteer work at the Rape Crisis Center leave little time for relationships. When Megan meets the rugged and handsome Shane MacAllister, she decides to throw caution to the wind and take the police detective for a ride. Too bad she can’t get him out of her head… or her life.
Will Shane and Megan be bound together by true love? Or will past loves and tragedy tear them apart?
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the pearls, I pulled her over to the dining room table. My hands on her waist
helped her up on the table where I positioned her on her knees with her back
facing me. The only thing she wore besides the choker was a sexy pair of heels
that I made her put on before we started. The loop of pearls rested in her ass
crack and the heels of the shoes pressed into the curves of her ass. She was
quite simply perfection. I could have stared at her posed like this for hours.
on the pearls her head came back, giving me perfect access to her neck. I ran
my tongue along her skin, feeling goose bumps form on the flesh.
you like being at my mercy?” My voice was low and full of lust. I loved that she
had this effect on me.
she whispered.
yourself, Megan. Rub that clit for me.”
immediately obeyed. Her breath hitched when I pinched her nipples hard at the
same time I bit down on the section of skin where her neck and shoulder met.
you wet?” I continued to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
she answered after several long seconds.
me how wet. Dip your finger inside and then bring it to my lips.”
dutifully obeyed, rubbing her slick digit across my bottom lip before I sucked
it into my mouth. Releasing her finger, I instructed her to go back to touching
herself. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my jacket pocket, I poured it down her
ass crack. Her body trembled as my finger teased her puckered hole before
slipping past the ring of muscles. I moved it in and out at a slow pace.
beautiful. Do you know that?”
only answer was for her head to fall forward and a ragged breath to leave her
day I’m going to fuck you here. You like that idea. I can tell.”
nodded, so I picked up the pace and continued talking low to her. “Tell me how
bad you want my cock right now. How bad you want me to fuck you. Make me crazy,
buttercup. Make me want to tear you in two.”






at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered two beers. Waiting for my
change, I jumped when warm breath danced against the skin of my neck. “Tell
your friend you’re leaving. I want
you naked and lying on your bed in exactly thirty minutes.” The word friend was
said like it tasted bad.
if I say no?” The words came out breathlessly as my body tingled with
A full body shiver worked through me. One word, highly effective.
can’t waste my beer,” I argued.
positioned his hands on either side of my body and leaned into my back, getting
as close as he could to me. My belly pressed into the bar, and I thought he
might kiss me, but after several seconds he plucked a bottle from in front of
me. “Now you have no excuse.” I jumped when he landed a smack on my butt, and
then I was watching his back saunter away with my beer.
reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the
backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to
do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of
the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen John in a really long
time, and I didn’t like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to.
And the threat of punishment wasn’t so much of a deterrent, but rather
compelled me to want to disobey him.
was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart
skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across
his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in
the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the
ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with
an attentiveness that until that point I’d only seen him use in the bedroom. It
was enough to convince me to leave.
you get yourself one?” John asked when I handed him his beer.
Got called into work. I’m off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner.
I’ll make sauce.”
grin was infectious and I found myself smiling even though my insides were
knotted after my conversation with Mack. “I could never pass up your sauce.
I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” John leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad I
ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didn’t want to see
me anymore.” Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After
our history, I couldn’t blame him for being concerned.
I said with conviction. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Sunday.”
turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over
my shoulder, my eyes met Mack’s and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes.



Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.

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Blog Tour for Raven (Legends Saga #2) by Stacey Rourke

An infamous love, destined nevermore,
For death could not claim, the enchanting Lenore.
Cursed by the malevolent spirit of the Headless Horseman, Ireland Crane ventures to Manhattan in search of a way to break her soul crushing bond. Instead, she discovers the lines between fact and fiction are blurring once more. Croaking ravens. Telltale hearts. Could the works of Poe be coming to pass with handsome Wall Street Midas Ridley Peolte as their unwilling target?
She walks the Earth, a plague on mankind,
searching for he, her rotted heart doth pine.
Together, the two unknowingly release a dark force death itself could not tame. Surrounded by the unrelenting violence and mayhem they’ve unleashed, Ireland feels her control over the Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her, she and her crew must follow the clues of the dead to right a centuries’ old wrong. Will it be enough to sate the Horseman’s appetite?
Hell hath no fury like a ghoul scorned.
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her eyes on the wash of tears that threatened, Ireland ignored the wailing of
her heart … and laid a palm to each of their cheeks. One lone tear snuck
between her lashes at the cascade of tingles seeping up her arms.
can’t blame them for not understanding,” a familiar voice drawled behind her.
spun as he neared, leaving Rip and Noah wheezing for breath—or, more likely,
completion of her task.
flowers bloomed in a colorless world each time the sole of Ridley’s shoes met
the earth. The crisp cut of his white, tailored suit was accented by a burst of
color from the button-down shirt beneath that changed in hue to match the
species of flowers that sprung to life. Hydrangeas blue. Orchid purple. Lily
fuchsia. Rose coral. As he neared, Ireland noticed his eyes morphed to match as
well. The result hypnotic.
haggard and troubled façade was a thing of the past. The man before her exuded
confidence and a zest for life from every pore. The draw of which was so
magnetic Ireland had to fight to keep her feet planted while her body insisted
she close the distance between them.
them this is a thrill, a game of chicken against the Reaper himself.” Ridley
paused beside her, his shoulder skimming hers. Even then he didn’t grace her
with a glance, his attention fixed on Rip and Noah. Tipping his head toward
her, the warmth of his breath teased over her breast bone. “For us, it’s
moment he stepped away from her, the chill of solitude lashed at Ireland’s soul
and cut deep. Bending eye-level with her withering subjects, Ridley pursed his
rose petal lips to blow a soft, healing breath over both of them. Wan
complexions of the dying were ripened to plump apricot. Both men blinked away
their disappointment before dipping in a low bow—foreheads to the ground in a
show of respect.
“No need for that, boys.” Ridley smoothed
the front of his suit coat, a self-depreciating chuckle playing over his lips.
Neither humbled servant budged.
“You’re like me?” Pacing in a slow circle
around him, Ireland’s eyes narrowed.
He matched her steps, leading them in an
intimate waltz normally reserved for predators—or lovers.
“Like you?” He tsked. “Oh no, my darling
flower. There is no other like you. Our only similarity is being pawns in a
game that began centuries before either of our fathers got an amorous gleam in
their eyes.”
Ireland’s gaze lingered over the soft curve
of his mouth, wondering if his lips could possibly taste as delectable as they
looked. “How do we play?”
Curling one finger into a ruffled tuft of
her skirt, Ridley pulled her to him. Bowing his head, he brushed his cheek over
the delicate curve of her collarbone. “The game is already in motion,” he
murmured. “The rule sheet not meant for our eyes. All we can do now is stay
Ireland weaved her fingers into his hair,
yanking his head back with a passion driven force that bordered on violent.
“I’ve taken lives. I’m a monster,” she snarled against his lips, tormenting
them both with the agonizing veil of energy that denied their touch.
His hand snaked up her arm to find her
fingers and loosen her grasp. Palm to palm. Fingers entwined with fingers.
“Does granting it make me any better?”
Ridley didn’t give her time to answer. With
one hand pressed to the small of her back he crushed her to him. Their lips met
with a desperate urgency that caused Heaven and Earth to quake in nervous
anticipation of what was coming …



RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel

Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013
Stacey Rourke lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.


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Blog Tour for A Fighting Chance by Annalisa Nicole

Max “Slick” Jones has never led an easy life. He’s rough, hardened and tatted on the outside and never once thought that he deserved to be loved. Despite his upbringing, he’s dedicated his life to helping others. When his old friend Asher Wellington calls upon his services, he drops everything knowing he has a lifetime of debt to fulfill to this family. But, what he didn’t expect was to meet Chloe.
Chloe Peters grew up in a privileged, picture perfect life with amazing parents and her twin brother, Kyle. She and Kyle were living out their lifelong dream until one second, one moment in time changed everything and sent her into a tailspin she thought she could never recover from.
Will the exchange of deep dark pain in the eyes of two hardened souls open the door to a happily ever after?
Can Max show Chloe that there can be life after tragedy? Can Chloe Show Max that he is worthy of love?
Sometimes the hardest person to forgive, is yourself.
This is a mature audience book, and is intended for adults only.
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She walks over to the window, pulls back the sheer white curtain, and stares out into what seems like nothingness. She places her forehead on the glass and slowly shakes it back and forth. I can’t stand to see her like this. I walk across the room and stand behind her. I question whether or not I should even touch her. My hand hovers over her arm as the hairs stand on end, begging me for my touch. Her mind is telling her no, but her body is crying out to me, begging me for help. Ever so softly I touch the back of her arms. She jumps and picks her head off the window, but doesn’t shrug it away. I run my hand down the back of her arms and bury my nose in the crook of her neck. I feel the goose bumps forming on her arms and I hear her breathing increase. I know she’s still in this broken shell. I know if I don’t do something now, I risk the possibility of never freeing her from her demons. And I know just what I need to do.




I am an “Indie” contemporary romance author. I live in California with my husband and two teenage boys. I absolutely love being a stay at home mom.
I never liked reading as a kid. I only started reading romance novels in the past few years. My Kindle and I are inseparable now. A thought occurred to me in December of 2012 that maybe I could write a romance novel. So I went to work with the encouragement of my husband and my sister-in-law. It didn’t take long to figure out that I really enjoy writing.
Today I am a self-published author and it has been an amazing journey.


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Re-Release Blitz for Lords of Sin: Redemption by Angel Payne




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A damned dream…

He watches her every night, rehearsing alone in his theater, her beauty aglow in the gaslights. With every hour that passes, Marcus Stafford is more entranced with the passionate Gabriela Rozina, and the dream she refuses to give up. His obsession is dangerous and he knows it. She can never know who—or what—he is, and why he can never step nearer than the shadows.

But her heartbreak is his undoing. Sorrow is a currency he’s traded in for two hundred years.

A breathtaking stranger…

Gabriela is moved by the stranger with the silver eyes who emerges from the darkness yet brings brilliant light to her world. Soon, she wants something more from Marcus than his mentorship with her acting. She begs for his touch, his body and his heart—but more than anything, to share his dark secret by giving him her blood.

A doomed love?

As the night draws near of Gabriela’s most vital performance ever, she is in danger of never making it to the stage—unless Marcus fulfills her wish and shares his life force with her. But in the doing, he risks everything, including both their souls.

**This title is a reissue of a 2006 release.

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Had she expected something else?

He’s not there.

It was the same inner demon that delighted in tugging at her insecurities before auditions…and long ago, had heckled her each visitor’s day at the orphanage.

A voice she fought now with shaking fists.

The heckler persisted.

He told you to go away once. He meant it. You didn’t listen. He’s not there.


She secured her stance tighter. Blast it, she knew what she felt, despite the dark theatre answering her desperate gaze. Freezing fingers of sensation claimed her skin more boldly than they’d dared this morning. Her heartbeat pounded like a triple timpani with each passing second into the night. Worst of all, she couldn’t shed this breath-catching awareness…this super real sensation that he still watched her, followed her, haunted her.

She moved to the edge of the stage. Stopped when her toes jutted out into the dark—and tried not to liken the view to the unreadable abyss of her senses.

“Coward!” she accused into the chasm. “Backing down from the challenge, now that I’ve figured out a little more than I should? Hiding in your precious shadows, Sir High and Mighty Theatre Owner? Enjoying the drama of the hopeless actress, going slowly insane?”

As she backed off the edge, she shook her head in slow-burning fury. “I hope you like tonight’s repertoire, Marcus. It’s the last you’ll get. I don’t play to ghosts.” She pivoted toward the wings. “Or thieves.”

As she marched across the stage, she refused to let the dry heat behind her eyes liquidate. She refused to let her shoulders sag or her step falter. She’d give in to her humiliation only after escaping those all-seeing silver eyes.

Wherever the bloody hell they were.

Two steps from the stage left wings, she gasped and skidded to a halt. Two black-clad, black-booted legs stepped into her path. Her journal and reticule hit the floorboards between those boots with a forceful thwack. They were tossed there from a long-fingered hand.

Gabriela’s stare connected that hand to an arm, the arm to an endlessly broad shoulder, encased in billowy black silk. Her sights continued up the cords of a taut neck, to the spiritual intensity of Marcus’s face.

If it were possible, the otherworldly force of him radiated even more potent impact tonight. He looked hewn of dark gold granite under the gas lights, his hair swept around his high forehead like onyx turned to velvet.

But most of all, he looked furious.

He glared at the purse and the journal, then back to her. “I am not a thief.”

Gaby didn’t pick up the items. Not yet. She nudged one foot forward, her reticule on one side, his boot on the other.

She raised her stare, issuing the same challenge to his eyes. “You took them without my permission. You stole them.”

“I borrowed them.”

“Borrowed?” She sliced out an incredulous laugh. “Oh, this is a new way to play the scene.”


“You mean to tell me you decided to borrow my reticule—”


“Planning a big evening out and didn’t have one of your own?”


“And my journal. That’s the worst of it, Marcus. Did you stop to think what you took from me—the record of my deepest thoughts and feelings? Did you consider asking before you violated my privacy, my life?”

For a long moment, he issued no reply. But with the slightest motion, he’d pressed his boot against her foot—beckoning her sights up to his again. She cursed the thousand butterflies in her belly that lifted wing along with her gaze.

“If I asked…where would your answer have lie?”

Gaby compressed her lips, letting silence stretch again.

“I rest my case.” He dropped his gaze. But not before Gabriela glimpsed a flash of silver light beneath his dark lashes—his surrender to a moment of such intense pain, his eyes looked as if they really did glow…

She shook her head. This was no time for such hallucinations. Blast it, he’d wronged her, not the other way around. She snatched her pity back from him, recognizing it for the dangerous emotion it was. But she held on to the anger.

“Well?” She locked her arms across her chest.

Marcus didn’t look up. “Well what?”

She slid her foot away from his. Suddenly, her voice didn’t come so strongly. “Well…did you read it?”

He considered her question for what felt like hours. Finally, he looked up again. Slowly leaned toward her, appearing like a great beast used to watching every step for fear it would crush something.


Damn him.

Damn him for saying it with such meaning, for looking penitent yet proud as he did. Again, as if he’d experienced every fear and feeling, every triumph and sorrow she’d expressed on those pages.


“That will not procure you an apology.” He towered closer. So mesmerizing. A fine wine in human form, dominating her senses, whether she liked it or not. “I am not sorry I did it.”

“Yes.” She snorted. “I know.”

“Your words are beautiful.”

“Stop it.”

“I memorized them.”

“You think that’s going to redeem you?”

“Sweeting, nothing can redeem me.”

The night held its breath around them.

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Hi there. I’m Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover.

A bit about me…

I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances–the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed–though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry.


These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.

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