Saturday, February 28, 2015

Release Blitz! Accepting Cherry by: Chrissy Snyder! Check out the excerpt!






Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…

Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.

Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.

Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.

Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?

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Behind every prince is a story left untold. 
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…

Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer. 

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.

The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…

When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?




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             Tonight is a big night. I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good.  I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear tonight.  I used my uniform allowance to get this sexy getup.  Roger expects us to always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here.  This is where the big dogs come out and play.  This is the most private club in town.  If you knew who some of our highest paying customers were you would know why. 

I have a birthday party that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, all drunk off their asses already I’m sure.  I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor.  This is what makes my job interesting and fun:  breaking them in.  A man gets a good first time and they’ll be coming back for more, meaning more cash for me.  I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my leg, giving me a sexy edge.  Plus, it keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction. 
            I finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror.  It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white baby doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup top it off.  My ruffle front thong is orange and it is the final dessert of the hour.  I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and smack them in the mirror.
            “Cherry, you’re up in ten.  Don’t keep them waiting.  This is my biggest payout of the night.”
            I roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head inside the door.  Show the man green and he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure.  He would never admit that though. 
            “I’ll be right out, Roger.” 
            He likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets full.   I’ve already been up on stage a few times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room.  “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the club, ready for action.
            The club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece, some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club; after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room, spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one.  He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smile and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be, Darlin’?”
He leans in to whisper in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already booked the dance.”
I look around for Roger to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the go ahead. This guy has some nice friends.  A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger.  It is explained that’s before the tip, so this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look at me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
            I head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the door.  All private rooms have a bouncer keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times.  As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in and there is a knock at the door.  I walk over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly sexy man.  Hell yes, this is going to be fun.
Something about his face looks familiar, but I can’t place it.  He has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle protruding from his fitted shirt.  He must have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos running up his arms.  I don’t know what it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a way I don’t understand.  Maybe it’s the business meets bad boy persona.  Whatever it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
 I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m Cherry.”
He studies me for a moment with heated eyes.  The way he looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi, Cherry.”  My name rolls off his tongue in the most sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs.  This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy and seductive. 
The music starts to play and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a handful of black material.  I walk backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy laugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, egging me on.  Not wasting any time, I place each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my hair from side to side.  It starts the full body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, ending with my pelvis.  I stand and turn, closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position.  I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying the feel of it hardening beneath me.  While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of the music.  Turning my head to the side, I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a slow motion.  I continue gyrating on his lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is pressing into the crack of my ass.
  I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy aftershave; something I would say is unique to him.  My hormones are quickly running wild, something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become familiar with my body.  Time stands still…for a while.  I hear him grunt, praising me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked. 
I finish out the dance as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit.  He stands as I run my fingers through my hair and I watch as he fishes in his pockets.  He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me.  I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose. 
“How much for house calls?”
I’m about to say something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.
“Listen, I don’t usually come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of like it.  You have a beautiful body.  Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he finishes quietly. 
What a generous man, but I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants, so I know what he’s referring to. 
“I don’t think so, sweetie.”
I’m ready to thank him and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him.  He presses his lips to mine before I even know what’s happening.  I can taste the whiskey on his breath.  Poor guy is so drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure.  He pulls away and touches his index finger to my lips, silencing me. 
“Think about it.  The club closes at two.  I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take me up on my offer.  Sometimes outside of the norm can be freeing…”
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing here alone.  I’m not sure what the hell just happened, but I find myself considering it.  I never do this.  There’s one reason why….”





Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult Erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo. If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens. She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii









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Friday, February 27, 2015

Cover Reveal and Giveaway! I am super excited about this book by one of my favorites. Adrenaline by: Sunniva Dee

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Title: Adrenaline
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: April 30, 2015
Cover Design: CT Cover Creations

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Life’s the shit! Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass! I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush. Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain. To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex? BO With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong. On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived. We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.
 
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BO Sex is a dance with her. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong. There’s no move she makes I don’t preempt. When it’s new, I follow. When I’m different, she forms to me. She was the ground I walked on. The air I worshipped. The first years together she was my everything. With Ingela, sex is love. It is guilt over not giving her what she’s worthy of. This girl. She deserves so much. And I? I don’t have it all. The way she looks at me. It’s knives sharpened and twisting in my gut because the extent of her love is beyond my capacity. I tell her again, for the seventh time in five years, what the answer always must be: “Ingela, I can’t. You are the best person I know. You deserve someone with the chops to love you hard and forever. I’m not that man.” Again, I’ve reduced her to this; her body, the one I just took to the skies in ecstasy, wrecks with grief. This is why tonight is the last time we break up. I hate myself. I have to accept that I can’t make her happy. It’s time I quit chickening out, quit running back to her over a bleak fling and whenever I need solace. To me, she’s comfort and familiarity. I’ll never stop loving Inga. But to her, I’m still everything.

About The Author

 
Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser. I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November 2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014! I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories. Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me! ;-)

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Seattle law student Levi Borovski has been ceremonially dispatched from his family home to “get over himself” as his mother not so politely puts it. For the last year he’s been experimenting with living by orthodox Jewish traditions and it’s driven his liberal secular parents crazy. To make matters worse, the nice Jewish medical student for whom he put in all this effort has just gotten engaged to someone else. Why Levi’s mother thinks spending Mardi Gras in New Orleans will improve his mood is something of a mystery, but at this stage he’s pretty much ready to try anything. So when his frat buddies ditch him to take off on some drug dealer’s riverboat Levi is left to his own devices in the Big Easy, determined, despite everything to let the good times roll.

Charlotte Gibbs doesn’t exactly hate her demeaning job as a lap dancer in the high end French Quarter gentlemen’s club, Objections. It’s good money and the attention she gets from her mostly rich lawyer clientele satisfies her ego enough that her perpetual singlehood no longer feels like a voodoo curse. Tourists can be a pain though, and Mardi Gras week is especially bad. Still, a hard-working girl like Charlotte is entitled to have a little fun sometimes. So when an adorably drunk but sincere West Coast college boy invites her for a drink, Charlotte decides to take a chance.

Neither of this mismatched set of misfits imagines that the magic of Mardi Gras will rub off on them in quite such a sexy, dramatic and life changing way. When the sun comes up on New Orleans will they find a way to make this unexpected magic last?   

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She tastes like lime and sugar, and her mouth is warm and soft. My cock throbs as I think about what other parts of her might be warm and soft, too. Just when I think I might slide down on the ground with her legs wrapped around me, she pulls back. I sneak a look down at her cleavage which is moving up and down as she breathes heavily.
“So…what’s your hotel like?” She looks back over my shoulder to the hotel a block away.
“It’s nice. Pretty quiet. Quaint, I guess you’d say. It’s decorated with antiques and stuff.”
She looks up at me through her eyelashes, nodding, a twinkle in her eye. “And your room? That’s nice?”
“Yeah, good. It’s like a two-bedroom suite, because I came with two friends. So they let me have the bigger room because I organized the trip. There’s a balcony over Bourbon Street. It’s pretty cool.”
She nods some more, her mouth slowly breaking into a grin.
“Oh God,” I say. “I really suck at this. You’re looking for an invitation, right?”
“Unless you feel strongly about another cocktail.”
“Hell, no.” I grab her hand and we practically run the block and half back to the LaFleur. By the time we get there, we’re out of breath and laughing. And I can’t quite believe what’s happening. I’m glad I didn’t have another cocktail. This is the kind of situation that can go south in about a thousand different ways when too much alcohol in involved.
I sneak a little kiss as I dig the key out of my pocket.
The doorman looks up as we walk in. I wink at him and lead Charlotte to the staircase.
“Boy, you been gone five minutes!” he calls after us.
Charlotte trails her hand along the wooden bannister as we climb up to the second floor. “I’ve walked past this place about a thousand times, and I’ve always wanted to see inside.”
“Is it what you expected?”
“It’s clean,” she says pausing at the top of the stairs to look at a painting of a pirate. “I dunno. I think I expected these places to be like haunted houses or something. All old and dusty.”
I tug her across the landing to the door of our suite. “Not haunted at all. We even have WiFi.” I pause as I unlock and open the door, taking her hand. This whole situation is so crazy and surreal, I need to make sure I don’t epically screw it up. “I want you to know something,” I say. “I’m not one of those guys who thinks that just because a girl comes to your hotel room, it means she agrees to sex.”
Charlotte grins and touches the tip of her nose onto mine. “But I do agree to sex.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me through the door, slamming it behind us.

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Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she's been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits. Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds. In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Lighter (Blitz) by: Gia Riley...Giveaway and check out the prologue here!


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Lighter by Gia Riley
Publication date: February 16th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:
What do you do when you can't save the one you love? 
Sophie can’t survive without control. Growing up with an alcoholic father, she craves the discipline of gymnastics. Feeling lost on a brand new college campus, she lets loose for the first time in her life. But with freedom comes consequences. Is one night everything she hopes? Or will she become her own worst nightmare?

Kipton's one year away from graduation. He's never thought beyond a one night stand until meeting his sister’s new roommate. Finally setting his sights on the girl he can't resist, he's more determined than ever when she won't give in to his persuasions. He's always gotten the girl, and he's not about to give up without a fight.

Will Sophie be able to salvage her dreams and wage a war against her own vices? Can she finally let love in? Or will history repeat itself causing her to self-destruct?

Lighter isn't your typical college romance. Darkness suffocates, dreams are dashed, and battles are lost. Love takes on a whole new meaning.


  

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Prologue:
Two Years Ago
“Sophie, wait! I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you,” Megan yells from the double doors leading from the locker room into the hallway.
She saw the bruises on my body.
I knew better than to change in front of everyone after gym class, yet I did it anyway because I was running late to meet my boyfriend. Blaine doesn’t like it when I keep him waiting. Tossing my book bag over my shoulder, I round the corner and smack right into him – and he doesn’t look happy.
“What did you say to her?” He questions with a deadly stare.
“Nothing. I didn’t say a word.” I didn’t but I still avert my eyes, choosing to stare at the tile on the floor instead of him. Without warning, he grabs my arm and pulls me into the bathroom. It’s empty.
“Please, Blaine.” I’m begging him to stop. He hears me, but he doesn’t listen.
“I told you what I would do, didn’t I?”
I swallow, my hands shaking. “Yes.”
He pins my arms against the wall, hovering over me. “And yet you still couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut.”
I try to yank my arms from his grasp, but his grip is too tight. His fingertips dig painfully into my arms, his nails breaking through the skin. “I swear I didn’t tell her anything.”
He inches closer to my face, the warmth of his breath hits my cheek. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Sophie. What happened the last time you lied to me?”
“I’m not lying. Please, Blaine. I wouldn’t.”
“What happened, Sophie?”
He’s going to make me say it – as if I’d ever need a reminder. It’s impossible to forget. “You had to teach me a lesson.”
“But you never learn. No matter how hard I try to protect you.”
“I’m sorry,” I plead. Regardless of the fact that I’m innocent, he morphs my apology into an admission of guilt.
“Damn right you are,” he spits through gritted teeth. His calmness now completely gone and replaced with anger. “Don’t you ever lie to me again, you hear me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He grabs my chin, roughly scraping his calloused thumb over my lips. His dilated pupils pierce straight through me sending chills down my spine. “Tell me you love me.” My words get lodged in my throat and I make the mistake of pausing a second too long. “Say it!” he warns as his fist pounds against the wall next to my head.
“I love you, Blaine.” And maybe there was a time I actually did. He wasn’t always like this, but neither was I. If I could go back in time, I’d tell him no. I’d push him away from me and keep my distance. But I’m just like my mother - unable to get away and desperate enough to stay. “Please let go of me. You’re hurting me.”
Finally he releases me, replacing his harsh words with sweet promises – his rough touches with gentle caresses. With a flip of a switch, he’s back to the Blaine I fell for, masking any signs of the evil he’s become.
“You make me so crazy, Sophie.” He runs his fingers through my long blond hair, leaving a trail of light kisses on my neck. “I only get mad because I love you so much.”
“I know.” Painfully well. My scattered bruises a daily reminder of his temper.
His hand falls from my hair as he latches onto my hip, pulling me flush against his body. “Baby, I need you. You’re everything to me.”
Everything I don’t want to be. Not anymore.
Beneath the surface, I’m scarred and broken; a much darker version of the girl I once was. There was a time I believed I was worthy of true love. But now, living in a hell littered with reminders of broken promises, I know what we have is anything but love.
It’s in this moment that I know I’m not strong enough to fight another day unless I get away from him. But I don’t know how. I need a plan – something to get me away from this town and its memories.
Closing my eyes, I say a silent prayer that my luck will change – that someone will save me from the hell my life has become.






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Gia is a lover of all things romance and a firm believer that everyone deserves a happily ever after. She resides in the small but mighty state of Delaware with her husband and son. Mother and wife by day, writer by night - she's a girl with a dream to write.

When she's not busy writing, she can be found roaming the isles of Kirkland's or up to her elbows in Play-doh.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." ~Maya Angelou

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