Monday, July 20, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Mine Would Be You by Danielle Jamie



Title: Mine Would Be You
Series: Sweet Home Alabama
Author: Danielle Jamie
Release Date: July 20, 2015




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Emelyn LaClaire was honored to be the Maid of Honor in her best friend’s wedding, but it came with a catch. She has to walk down the aisle with her ex fiancĂ©, Lawson McCoy. He's not just the Best Man; he's also her best friend’s brother, and she’s loved him since she was eight years old.


Emelyn has avoided any kind of contact with Lawson since the day everything fell apart during her sophomore year at the University of Alabama. Now, after four years of avoiding him, she's not just seeing him, she also has to walk down the aisle with him - the one man she dreamt of marrying almost all her life...


Lawson McCoy only has a single regret, and it's throwing away the one thing that was good in his life. When his sister, Delilah, and her fiancĂ©, Grayson, asked him to be the Best Man, it came with a stipulation. Do not in any way mess up their wedding. That’s easier said than done, especially when the one girl who would rather stick hot pokers in her eyes than look at him will be walking down the aisle beside him....


This is a second chance romance that is the perfect blend of ANGST-FILLED, EMOTIONAL & MELT YOUR KINDLE HOTTT MOMENTS!!!!
***This is a complete story! No Cliffhanger!***



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I am a hot mess. I am a smoldering, frustrated mess, because just his damn eyes are setting my body on fire. I swear I can feel his eyes on me as if they're caressing my body as they slide up and down my stumbling, blushing, hot mess self as he takes me in.

It’s been way too long since I’ve had a good and proper fuck.

Yes, I’m supposed to be a sweet southern belle, but it’s totally possible to be sweet and slightly naughty all at the same time.


I love sex…especially Lawson sex. No one has come even close to doing to my body what this man has done to me probably a million times before we broke up.
“Woah.” Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me against him, stopping me from falling flat on my face and completely embarrassing myself.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.” I can only imagine how red my cheeks are right now. My hands are flush against his chest and I find myself loving the feeling of his body beneath them. I inhale deeply and breathe him in.

God, he smells amazing.

Laughing, he holds me tighter, making it clear he isn’t letting me go yet. He brings his mouth down to my ear and the feeling of his breath against my skin makes my body become blanketed in goose bumps. “No need to be sorry. I’ll gladly catch you anytime you fall.”

Ahh, hell.

My heart jumps in my damn chest as I imagine a little mini sledgehammer smashing away a tiny piece of the wall that’s been guarding my heart for the last four years.





New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author who took a chance and wrote her first book in 2013. It was the beginning to a magical journey into the world of a published author with now 14 books available on ebook retailers sites!


Danielle Jamie is a contemporary romance author who loves getting lost in a good book or writing a memorable love story. Her most popular works are her Bestselling Savannah Series, her heart wrenching standalone Tempt my Heart and her steamy new taboo novellas in her Stepbrother Series!


She lives in Upstate NY with her husband, two daughters and son. She loves traveling and seeing the world all the while meeting her fans along the way at Author Events.









Cover Reveal: Salvage by Tiffany Aleman


Title: Salvage Book 1
Author: Tiffany Aleman
Cover Artist: Tabby Coots with Cover Up! Designs
Release Date: August 2, 2015


Stereotypical trailer trash. That’s how people saw me. I’m Karmen Butler, the girl everyone teased, tortured, pranked—bullied.

After graduating high school, I left my shithole of a town behind with no intentions of ever returning. My dreams were within my grasp. Or so I thought…

Luck. That’s what was on his side. Brayden Stephens was on top of the world and the biggest prick of all. At least that’s how I remember him. Then he lost it all. His vices took over and now he’s a washed-up has-been with a cocky smirk and arrogant attitude.

Valued. That was how he made me feel. One night changed everything for us. In an instant I was lost to his touch, his voice. Everything about him captivated me.

Against my better judgment, I let him in. I let him see the real me. Since he’d walked into my office, he’d been trying to redeem himself of his past mistakes. 

Glimpses of a love and life I’d never known before were all he had given me. Now he’s done it, the one thing he said he wouldn’t. He’s broken me. AGAIN. 

Excuses are what I was fed. The truth restrained him, bound him to his past, and now, I’m left to deal with the aftermath. 


Is there anything left to SALVAGE?

I don’t know…

You tell me.



Friday, July 17, 2015

Blog Tour: Typecast by Kim Carmichael

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Typecast CoverTwenty years ago, the movie Hollywood Stardust defined a generation of teens and changed the four actors’ lives forever.
Typecast as the villain both in front and behind the silver screen, Logan Alexander has purposely allowed his star to fade. Now with the 20th Anniversary of the movie on the horizon, he is the only one fit to step into the spotlight, deal with the unwanted publicity, and make sure that things meant to be left on the cutting room floor remain there.
Ivy Vermont has always longed to be a leading lady, yet her paralyzing stage fright has relegated her to stay behind the scenes as a fact checker for Chargge.com’s entertainment webcasts. However, when her one-time poster-boy crush walks in to the studio demanding only she be in charge of his story, she knows she must take advantage of her big break.
Now, Logan tightropes between old loyalties and new love, while Ivy struggles to stay in reality with her ultimate fantasy.

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  The joy of being Logan Alexander. He had almost forgotten. Since the first day he had stepped into the studio with the other three stars, he had been typecast, but of all the roles, his was the most fun. “Action!” the director with no name called out, and his sassy little reporter found herself with a huge case of stage fright. The introduction music played through the set. Of course, being Logan Alexander came with its share of crap no one would ever imagine. The side no one knew, and the side he needed to keep on the cutting room floor in order for all of them to live the lifestyle, or appear to live the lifestyle. The godforsaken anniversary of the movie that would never die thrust them all back into the spotlight and him right back into the lead role he never wanted. Over the next few weeks, he would need some distraction to get him through. However, in less than an hour, he accomplished his goal of distracting everyone away from asking questions he refused to answer. Unfortunately, he managed to paralyze the poor angel who he thrust in the middle of his mess, or maybe it was for the greater good. The music ended, but she remained motionless, her skin pale, her cheeks glowing brighter than the studio lights. Good thing for the woman who liked the villain that Logan Alexander would take over, as always. Like it or not, he rescued the world with a sly remark and an insult since he was typecast. He let out a laugh and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him and acting like they were in mid conversation. “Yes, I have always lived in Southern California, and to this day, it’s hard to drive down Hollywood Boulevard without having flashbacks. Now, Ivy, you wanted to know what my favorite part of the movie was?” His action received the desired reaction and she looked into his eyes. “Sure?” Her whisper brushed against his lips. “Hm.” He paused and toyed with her fingers, not only to keep her mind elsewhere, but more than enjoying her hand in his. “I have to say it’s the scene when we visit my grandparents and she bakes cookies. I remember those were the real deal, fresh out of the oven, because they wanted us to show the joy of a home-baked treat.” The mention of the scene didn’t naturally lead into questions he didn’t want asked. As if she could see the image in front of her, Ivy smiled. He started to ask another one of his questions and vomit up another pre-rehearsed answer. “So, b-b-back on topic, how often do you see your other cast mates?” Still keeping hold of his hand, she sat up. “Are you still friends?” Well, well, she not only recovered, she got right back on the on-ramp to the questions everyone wanted to ask, shaky voice and all. He had to give it to her for starting with a lead-in question, but the next one would undoubtedly be about Drew, which sped right to everything else. “Of course we keep in touch.” He offered the most benign answer possible. “All of you?” At least the woman stayed focused. He tilted his head and ran his thumb across the back of her hand, wishing he could explore her smooth skin elsewhere. “I would rather talk about what we are going to do tonight to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of one of your favorite films.” He smiled the same smile he produced the day the talent scout discovered him and called him a natural. Little did he know back then there was no such thing. Her eyes widened and her hand trembled in his. “What’s the worst part of being the bad guy?” Not expecting her to keep on track, he responded with the first thing to enter his mind. “Do you know that I never get the girl?” Right as the words left his lips, he wanted them back. Of all the subjects, he needed to leave his love life, or lack thereof, out of the conversation. “Do you ever wish you would have?” “Oh, tough question.” Again, she surprised him by pressing forward instead of asking if he were attached at the moment, or ever, but he needed a second to reformulate his plan. “What if I tell you after we look at a clip?” They both stopped and stared into each other’s eyes. If they weren’t surrounded by a multitude of people and their relationship was more than an hour old, it would be the perfect time for a kiss. He bet her lips tasted sweet with a bit of tang, and was thankful no one put any of that horrendous gloss on them. “You have ninety seconds and people are online commenting already,” the director announced. “Ivy, maybe you should introduce our guest?” “Oh, man.” She shut her eyes for a moment, pressing her free hand to her chest. Logan knew he played dirty, but even with her stage fright, she threw plenty of mud of her own. In fact, he just managed to avoid the splatter. “You’re fine.” All women loved the bad boy, even if art imitated life and he never got one long term. No matter, there was always another one, but not many quite like the sultry vine that made up Miss Details. “Take your time and remember to breathe.” When he had arrived at the studio, he’d heard her defend him, and upon entering the room, it had pleased him to find her appearance matched her voice. Dark hair that glowed with a tint of red under the lights framed her face and highlighted her huge gray eyes and perky lips. The second he had seen her, he’d almost expected a cartoon bird to appear and eat out of her hand while she waved her magic wand of facts as her weapon and won. “Thank you, Mr. Alexander.” She opened her eyes. “Logan.” He leaned in even closer, wanting to remind her of the name she would be screaming out tonight in ecstasy. “Keep your eyes on mine, and don’t forget to ask me about the new DVD set we still have to sell.” Or more accurately, get her to a different line of questioning. “Okay, we’re coming back in five, four, three, two, one.” “Now.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m in the middle with my conversation with Logan Alexander, one of the stars of Hollywood Stardust.” She nodded. “So, Mr. Alexander, can you give us any sneak peeks to what we can look forward to with the movie’s rerelease for the twentieth anniversary?” His tactic worked and he exhaled. Better yet, the woman took direction, a fact he wouldn’t forget between the sheets. “Was there anything you were hoping for?” She glanced up at him through her lashes. “How about a little secret?” Something about her seemed as if she were out of a different time or place, and it wasn’t only her chic vintage clothing. He almost wanted to invent a little nugget of juicy gossip to please her, but he would please her plenty later. “I know the DVD package will include the director’s cut with some deleted scenes, but I’ll have to check about any secrets.” “Maybe you could tell us some secret we don’t already know.” She licked her lips. If he answered honestly, he would tell her he never had seen the movie all the way through, but Logan Alexander wasn’t about honesty, he was about illusion. “The car in the film is actually mine, and the day after we wrapped shooting, I got a ticket.” “Were you speeding?” She let out a little giggle. He nodded. “Always.” The director approached the set and held up one finger. “Before we have to say good-bye, are you going to tell me if you wish you would have gotten the girl?” Sharp. She got back on point and that made her even more alluring. “Maybe I never found the right girl to get.” At last, she graced him with a smile. “Well, I know we didn’t get to spend much time with you today, but we will definitely have some follow-up stories online. I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me this afternoon.” “My pleasure.” Using his character’s signature move from the film, he turned his head and pointed to his cheek. Perhaps he needed to act like his character and turn his head and have her kiss land on his lips, but maybe such a move wasn’t Internet-show appropriate. She gave him a slight shake of her head, but finally leaned in and pecked his cheek. “I still have more questions.” At her whisper in his ear, he shuddered. “Sorry, time’s up.” “Cut!” The director came forward. “That was sort of different, but on the bright side, you didn’t lose your lunch.” “You have to give me more. I barely got anything.” She pulled back. “You know everything I’m going to put on the record. After all, you studied me. You can fill in. I’ll never tell.” He kept hold of her hand. “However, tonight you will get everything you want, so no pouting.” She swiped her hand away and stood, but he wasn’t sure if this was where the scene should end. Yes, she would make the perfect distraction.   

    

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Kim Carmichael
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.






Thursday, July 16, 2015

On the Run
(Vagabonds #1)
Jade C. Jamison



Links

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25562580-on-the-run
Amazon: amazon.com/author/jadecjamison
Facebook: facebook.com/jadecjamison
Twitter: twitter.com/jadecjamison
Website:  jadecjamison.com

Rafflecopter Link
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(Begins 7/15/15 and ends 7/31/15)

Miscellaneous Info

Release date:  TBA, late summer
Other books in the trilogy: On the Road (#2, to be released two weeks or less after #1)
On the Rocks (#3, to be released two weeks or less after #2)

Blurb

What if your dream became a nightmare?

Kyle Summers enjoys a carefree childhood traveling the countryside with her parents…until she discovers the electric guitar. When she first wraps her hand around its neck, she knows she was born to play it.

When she discovers boys, she realizes she has a second passion.

But music always comes first, and when Kyle is recruited to be part of a young all-girl band, she jumps at her chance for fame and fortune. It isn’t long before Kyle discovers that all that glitters isn’t gold. Will she survive when she discovers the dark and seedy side of the music industry—or will it ruin her for good?
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Vagabonds follows one young woman’s rise to fame past the pitfalls of sex, drugs, and easy money, through fortune and success to heartbreak and betrayal. Five girls build their band The Vagabonds from nothing but a hunger to create and quickly find that they are nothing but pawns in a larger game played by managers, agents, the press, the music industry, and all manner of unscrupulous, greedy people who want to feed on their triumphs. Friendships and lives hang in the balance. Who will survive?


Excerpt

It was dark and quiet and I realized I had this man alone…all by himself and just for me.  “Peter said something about trying to have our two bands do a show or two together near the end of our tour.”

My words came out fine but they didn’t sound right to my ears.  “That would be cool.”  My mind was other places.

His words didn’t sound right either because I think his thoughts were in the same place mine were.  “Nice nose piercing by the way.”

Maybe it was unnecessary because his face was already closer to mine, but I pulled the neck of his t-shirt into the ball of my fist and said, “Would you shut up and kiss me already?”  I pulled him the rest of the way to my face but he was moving too.  Still, like a fucking tease, he paused with his lips just centimeters away and his eyes scanned mine.  He laced the fingers of his right hand through my hair, almost as if to anchor me, and I closed my eyes.  I could feel the heat of his lips before they actually touched mine, and when they did, I felt my entire body tense up and my soul began to sing.  My mouth opened to take him in and his tongue traced my upper one, teasing once more, making my body tense up again.  My core felt like it was vibrating and catching on fire while my insides were turning into a puddle.  I could feel my heart begin to thud in my chest as though it were going to explode, and I touched his tongue with mine.  Holy shit, he tasted delicious, and I knew right then that I could do this all day.  But then we stopped and I sucked in a breath, and it was hard to reach the bottom of my lungs.  I forced myself to relax my hand and splayed my palm against the shirt on his chest.  It was then that I noticed my panties were wet.

He opened his eyes, a tiny smile turning up the corners of his lips.  “That what you had in mind?”

Still hard to breathe.  “Yeah.”  And speak.  My mind was officially blown.


Bio

For years, Jade C. Jamison tried really hard to write what she thought was more “literary” fiction, but she found herself compelled to write what you read by her today—sometimes gritty, raw, realistic stories and other times humorous, light tales—but most of the stories she writes revolve around relationships and characters finding their way through life.  While she doesn’t confine herself to just one genre, nor is there a nice neat label for what she writes, most of her work could be called erotic romance.

She lives in Colorado with her husband and four children.