Thursday, January 31, 2013

ATOMR Presents Oxford Whispers (The Oxford Trilogy #1) by Marion Croslydon Blog Tour Stop

OXFORD WHISPERS Tour Information
Title: Oxford Whispers (The Oxford Trilogy, #1)
Author: Marion Croslydon
Release date: October 8th, 2012
Genre: Paranormal 
Age Group: New Adult

Tour organized by: AToMR Tours

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Book Description:

Madison LeBon is dead set against the dead. She has vowed to ignore her Voodoo-stamped heritage and the psychic gift passed down through her Louisiana family. The world of the living is where she wants to belong. 

But her resolution shatters when the tragic lovers in a painting—the subject of her first history class at Oxford—begin to haunt her. The lovers warn her against their own nemesis, a Puritan from the English Civil War. 

College becomes more complicated when Madison falls hard for Rupert Vance, a troubled aristocrat and descendant of one of the characters in the painting. With the spirit of a murderer after her, she realizes that her own first love may also be doomed… 


{Upper-YA/New Adult - Recommended 17+}

Giveaway: (1) Print Copy of OXFORD WHISPER - International, and (8) eBook copies of OXFORD WHSIPERS - International

My Review
5 of 5 Oxford Whispers

First I have to say a HUGE THANK YOU to Marion Croslydon for allowing me to read and review her book. The story she has created using voodoo and history had me chomping at the bits while I was reading. I could not put it down I needed to see what happened next. Voodoo has always intrigued me but when using it with historical references it just totally blew my mind away. Let's face it who does not love a good history story with a little romance and suspense in it?

Madison Lebon is not like your ordinary college student. She longs to just be normal and start her life off somewhere where no one knows her. She comes from a family that has practiced voodoo and believes in the powers of magic. All Madison wants to do is move on and away from all that and start a new life free and clear from the dead. But with all things voodoo once a spirit wants your attention it will stop at nothing to get your attention. So baring this in mind she moves to England to attend Oxford University. It is there she realizes she can not escape her past.

As part of her history class project she is to study a painting and when this painting starts to speak to her she is determined to find out why it is haunting her and what the people in the picture want from her. As the mystery starts to unravel in front of her very own eyes Madison meets Rupert Vance who is an Earl and has something to do with the people in the picture. What will happen to Madison? Will she uncover what is going on? Will she unravel the secrets and the lies that keep haunting her from beyond?

This is a MUST READ and I need book two like ASAP!
About the author
In addition to being an author, I work as an entrepreneur, wife and mother-of-one but spend a good deal of time with books, DVDs and listening to my mp3 player; all for the sake of inspiration, of course.

My debut series, The Oxford Trilogy, has been a blast to write because I can indulge in my favorite types of music: Country and English rock.

My main goal as a writer is to make readers dream bigger and cause their hearts to beat a little faster. 
Since my writing is all about sharing dreams and stories, I love connecting with fellow readers and authors.

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ATOMR Presents Beauty From Pain by Georgia Cates‏

Title: Beauty From Pain
Author: Georgia Cates
Release date: January 31, 2013
Genre: Contemporary romance
Age Group: Adult

Event organized by: AToMR Tours

Inspiration for BEAUTY FROM PAIN 
By Georgia Cates 
Where did the inspiration for Beauty from Pain come from? My readers. 

My last published work was classified as new adult and it received a warm welcome from readers. They liked my racier story. I felt more open to write scenes I couldn’t for the “normal” young adult genre. But I still wasn’t satisfied and wanted to take it up another degree. 

What can I say? I’ve fallen in love with adult contemporary romance. 

What is Beauty from Pain about? I’ll tell you what it’s not about … Not the perfect man and the perfect woman having the prefect love affair. Beauty from Pain is unconventional to say the least. Laurelyn’s scruples could be questionable. Jack’s maybe even a little frightening, all while being hot as the devil’s ass. Their relationship will be considered bizarre by some. (Most.) And I’m okay with that. It’s different. And interesting. That’s always all right in my book.

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Book Description:
They agreed on three months...but their love knew no boundaries.

Jack McLachlan is a winemaking magnate and easily one of Australia’s most eligible bachelors. His success and wealth makes him no stranger to the complications of romantic relationships and that’s why he goes to extreme measures to avoid the hassle. He prefers simplicity in the form of a beautiful female companion with no strings attached. He arranges relationships like business deals and they’re always the same. No long term relationships. No real names.

It’s his game and his rules. He’s content to play as usual, but when Laurelyn Prescott enters his life, his strategy must change because this player is like none he's ever encountered. His world is turned on its head after he begins a three month affair with the beautiful American musician. Nothing goes according to plan and as he breaks more and more of his own rules for her, she’s exceptionally close to becoming something he never thought possible. His ultimate game changer.

Beauty from Pain Excerpt #1 

Jack McLachlan’s POV 

I sit in the dark corner and scan the room like a starved predator searching for prey. I haven’t chosen her yet, but the woman who will share my bed for the next few months is in this room right now. 

I watch a lovely blond approach my table. “What can I bring you?” Hmm. A waitress—not at all my usual taste. 

I have a type. Attractive. Mature. Refined. This barmaid meets the attractive requirement well enough, but she’s void of refinement or maturity as displayed by her choice of apparel—a white, barely there tank top and frazzled cutoff denim shorts. She doesn’t do it for me. Plus, my last two companions were blond. I want a different flavor this time, but no redheads. I want a brunette. A beautiful one. 

I remind myself I’m not in Sydney where I have an endless variety of sophisticated women from which to choose. My choices are more limited in the small town of Wagga Wagga, but that doesn’t mean I have to settle for the first attractive woman I see. 

“I’ll have a Shiraz.” 

I’m prepared for a more prolonged relationship this time—three whole months instead of the usual three or four weeks. I’m looking forward to keeping this one around a little longer, and that’s all the more reason to be certain I make a wise choice. 

I begin my search of the club with the first table toward the front of the room. A brunette beauty sits with a group of women. I watch her for a while, but decide she’s too friendly with the woman sitting next to her. Lesbians aren’t in my repertoire. 

I spend the next hour scanning the club and come up empty-handed. I’m discouraged. No one stands out as the one and this club is by far my best bet for meeting single women in this town. Maybe I should consider coming back another time when it’s not open mic night. Tonight, the place is crawling with boozed college students. 

Tonight’s search has been a failure, but at least the karaoke was entertaining. 

I’m finishing off the last of my wine before I leave when an announcer from the club takes the stage and asks for the next singer to step forward. A small group of people across the room nominates one of its own. My view of the poor bastard is blocked by the crowd of intoxicated kids standing between us, but I’m certain this is going to be another delightful train wreck. 

The club erupts into cheer and chants. “Do. It. Do. It. Do. It.” A young woman walks onto the stage and stands with her back to the crowd as she lifts a guitar from its stand. She lifts its strap over her head and then tosses her long brown hair over one shoulder. When she’s finished settling the guitar into place, she circles around and sits on the stool in the middle of the stage. 

She’s beautiful. And somehow overlooked during my search. 

She’s wearing a short ivory dress and a denim jacket with brown cowgirl boots. She bares her thighs as she lifts her feet to rest on the bottom rail, but she’s careful to push her dress between her legs so she doesn’t provide a peep show to the crowd. 

She strums the borrowed guitar a few times and then leans into the microphone. “Is everyone having a good time tonight?” 

She’s American. I think. Her accent sounds different—not like what I’ve heard in the past. 

The crowd erupts into a drunken cheer and I hear a man’s voice yell over the crowd, “It’s better now, sweet thing!” 

She smiles and adjusts the mic. “I’m not from around here. It’s my first night in Australia.” 

“Leave with me and I’ll make you feel right at home!” a man shouts from the back of the room. 

She ignores the fat, ugly bastard yelling at her. “I don’t know what kind of music Australians like, but this has been one of my favorites for as long as I can remember.” She strums a few more chords. “This is ‘Crash Into Me’ by the Dave Matthews Band.” 

She sings it slower than the original, putting her own twist on it. Her voice is raspy and sexy, her eyes closed. She oozes eroticism. She tilts her head and opens her eyes when she begins to sing the chorus. I swear it feels like she’s looking right in my direction, singing to me. “Oh, and you come craasshh … into me. And I come into … you … And I come into you … in a boy’s dream … in a boy’s dream.” 

The stage lights shine in her face and common sense tells me she can’t see me sitting in the dark corner at the back of the club, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping. 

She finishes the chorus and shuts her eyes again. Her long legs bounce against the rail of the stool to keep rhythm and I fall victim to her siren’s song. She has bewitched me. And I want her. She’s the one.

Giveaway for each blog: (1) Beauty From Pain- ebook format. Winners will be given a coupon code to redeem their book through Smashwords by the author. Open International.

About the Author: 
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet. 

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it. 

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Beauty from Pain Excerpt #2 

Laurelyn Prescott’s POV 

I unlock the door and all but fall inside the empty apartment. Addison is out with Zac for their first postcoital date. I have no idea where Ben is, but I’m glad to be alone. I don’t want to explain why I’ve returned from a date with a man I can’t name. 

It’s still early but nothing is on television, so I change into my pajamas and go to bed. Sleep doesn’t find me easily because my mind keeps racing with thoughts of what Mr. Nameless has asked me to do. 

It’s shocking. It’s bizarre. It’s interesting. 

His proposal sounds so wrong, but it’s a fascinating idea. I’d never had a relationship where I didn’t walk away hurt. With what he’s proposing, I know how things would end. There would be no chance of a broken heart. He said it would be the best three months of my life. I’d experience new and wonderful things. He’d make my fantasies come true. 

It takes hours for me to doze off because I can’t stop thinking about the things Nameless said. But I do fall asleep, only to be awakened by Addison sneaking into our bedroom again. Does she think that Ben is stupid? He has to know what she’s doing with Zac. 

I look at the clock: 6:27 a.m. this time. She almost made it to a reasonable hour. 

She slides into bed next to me. “Tell me I’m not going to wake up to this for the next three months,” I say. 

“I make no promises. I see you’re here so the good-looking suit must not have been a serial-killing weirdo. How did it go?” 

She was dead wrong about the weirdo part. “It was a bizarre date to say the least.” 

“I’m finding out Aussie guys are different.” 

I can think of many words to describe Nameless, but none do him justice. There needs to be a new word for what he is. “Different doesn’t even begin to cover what this guy asked me to do.” 

“Ooh, that doesn’t sound good.” 

“My first thoughts were that it was crazy, but now I’m not sure. I’ve had time to think about it … and it might be sort of hot.” 

Addison sits straight up in the bed. I have her full attention. “What did he do? Ask you to give him a hand job under the table at dinner?” 

I can’t bring myself to tell her the part about how he wouldn’t tell me his name or anything personal about his life. “He asked me to date him for the next three months and then walk away without any further contact.” 

She lies back on the bed. “So, the guy isn’t into long-distant relationships? Seems pretty reasonable since you’ll be nine thousand miles away. Zac and I sort of have the same arrangement.” 

No, it’s not the same, but I can’t tell her the rest. “I guess. He told me he was rich and he would make the next three months of my life the best I’ve ever had. He said he’d make my fantasies come true.” 

“Umm, the best three months of your life and fantasies coming true? What’s holding you back?” 

“It just seems pointless to date someone when I know it’s going to end in three months.” And then there’s the whole issue of having sex with someone I don’t love. I’m not sure I can do that. 

“You’re overthinking it, Laurelyn. The guy’s rich and he promises you the best three months of your life. It’s a no-brainer.” 

I can’t believe I’m considering it. “You think I should do this?” 

“If you don’t, will you go home and wonder what you might have missed?” 

The answer is clear. “Of course I would.” 

There’s a knock at our bedroom door. “Come in,” Addison says. Ben opens it. 

“There’s a delivery in here.” 

Addison’s face lights up. “What kind of delivery?” 

“It’s flowers and a catered breakfast.” 

“Awesome!” she says, throwing back the covers. “See? I told you I knew how to play the game.” It looks like Ben is going to find out about Zac sooner than she’d planned. 

We walk into the kitchen and there’s a floral arrangement on the counter next to a basket of breakfast pastries. Addison holds a bottle of champagne in one hand and orange juice in the other. “Mimosas for breakfast. Can you believe that? And this isn’t cheap champagne. It’s expensive. Very expensive.” 

She takes the card from the blank envelope and her smile fades after she reads it. “Oh. This isn’t for me.” 

I feel a surge of hope. Could all of this be for me? From him, the man with no name? “What does the card say?” 

She holds it up. “‘You won’t regret saying yes.’ It’s signed, ‘from Lachlan.’” 

I smile, but bite my lip in a failed attempt to hide my pleasure. His name is Lachlan. 

I’m confused by this unexpected confession. He said names weren’t part of the game, so what has changed? Maybe he decided he is more interested in a normal relationship than the bizarre one he proposed last night. 

I pluck the card from Addison’s hand because I want to read it for myself. I rub my thumb over his written words. The penmanship is masculine. I’m sure he signed it personally. 

I hear a pop as Addison opens the champagne. “Laurie, this guy is jockeying hard for you, girl.” 

Ben’s arms are crossed and he looks pissed. “Come on. You just met this guy. Doesn’t this seem like a little much?” 

“I’d love it if a guy did this for me.” Addison tops up her champagne with some orange juice. “This is a guaranteed panty-dropper in my book.” 


Ben storms out of the kitchen and slams his bedroom door. “You shouldn’t have said that in front of him, and we both know why.” 

Addison reaches for a pastry. “Oh, he’ll get over it. So, what are you gonna do?” 

There’s nothing wrong with trying it. If it doesn’t feel right, I can always back out. “He asked me to meet him tonight if I wanted to discuss it further. I think I’m going to go.”

Wombstone (Vampireland, #1) by Jessica Roscoe Book Promo

Mia Blake wasn’t the first girl that was taken by the vampires.

She had heard all about the girls who were missing, and even though they were only “missing”, she knew in her heart that those girls were dead. 

She felt sad for them, sure. But more than that, she felt glad that they had been strangers – not someone she knew, and certainly not her. Things like that didn’t happen to girls like her. 

They always happened to someone else, and that’s why she barely blinked as she made her way across an empty football field, through a deserted parking lot, to meet a fate she had arrogantly assumed was reserved for other people.

She was a stupid girl.

She paid for it.
Writes Urban Fantasy / horror. Lives in Perth, WA. Loves expensive wine, gourmet coffee and all kinds of food. Currently working on a vampire novel (due May) and a mini-me (also due May). Grew up devouring Christopher Pike novels. Reads things by awesome people like Richelle Mead, Lilith St Crow and Kim Harrison .



Wombstone, Book 1 in the Vampireland series, is due to be released in March 2013. Read the first chapter here.

Chapter One

This is not a story about love. There is no happy ending. There is only darkness, and the struggle to avoid being consumed by it. This is a story about survival.

I don’t really know where to start, but there must be a place. A place before the world went dark, before I learned of the horror that existed in this world. Back when I was just a girl – though that seems so long ago, I sometimes wonder if it was just a dream.

I could start at the beginning, but where is the beginning? Was it the night I was taken? Or the balmy summer I spent falling in love, the last summer that I walked under the sun without it burning my flesh?

Maybe I should start with the night innocence came to a crashing halt. The night I was taken. Yes, I will begin my story there, in a frozen parking lot with a silent scream.

I was eighteen years old the first time I died. When I was first taken, I thought that that was it for me. I waited to die, to be torn apart by sharp teeth and vicious hands.

And I did die.

I just didn’t expect to wake up afterwards.

It was the last week of semester in our final year. I had just finished a mammoth session filling out college applications with my best friend, Evie. I remember little details – the way the last few falling blossoms from the Northern Red Oaks on campus looked like drops of fire on the early snow; the way my fragile human heart hummed with excitement that school was almost over; the way everything looked clean and new blanketed in snow. Most of all, I remember the stab of worry I had felt at taking the shortcut through the deserted football field to get home.

Blair Academy was smack in the middle of Blairstown, New Jersey. A hundred and fifty-something-year-old institution that sprawled luxuriously over four hundred manicured acres. It was preppy and expensive, and I was there because my father had attended school there, and his father before him. My father was dead. My mother was a high-powered corporate attorney who spent most of her time in her New York loft apartment with my stepfather, Warren. She had never really wanted children, and thought she couldn’t have any. She had lucked out with me – although she probably didn’t see it that way – and so I had never really had much to do with her. My father was everything to me. My mom moved to New York a few months after he died. She was meant to come home every weekend after her long week at work. She never did. I didn’t really mind. I didn’t resent her for not being my mother – I had never known or expected anything more from her, and I knew she loved me despite her maternal shortcomings. After Dad died I usually split my time between living on campus during the school week and spending weekends at our house, a few miles from school.

What I loved to do more than anything else was run. I was on the track team and when I was in the middle of a run, it was like I could fly. The college scouts had been at our annual running meet, and I had just filled out my application to a handful of elite track programs.

My best friend Evie was as poor as I was wealthy. She was on a full scholarship right through high school, and she was smart. She whipped my ass in most things academic. I had always been bright, but next to her I – and the rest of the general high school population – looked like a bunch of dumbasses. Needless to say, having a best friend who was a genius made study much easier. The girl had a natural talent for teaching and mentoring. Her parents weren’t dirt poor, but they struggled, and to have Evie at a school like Blair Academy made them so happy. Really, they were like my adopted family. People always asked if we were sisters, I don’t know why. We were both short and sarcastic but she was strawberry blond to my brunette, curly to my straight and had green eyes that were nothing like my blue ones. I had skin that turned brown after a day in the sun, where she had pale alabaster skin that practically glowed.

“You ok to get back to your room?” Evie asked, jerking me out of my idle thoughts.

I stopped as I realized we were standing at Evie’s car. She shook her set of keys and looking at me expectantly.

“I’m not going to my room,” I replied.

“Going to suck face with Jared?”

“You make it sound so endearing, Evangeline,” I said petulantly. “And yes, I am going to see Jared. I will most likely suck his face at some point tonight.”

“Gross,” Evie said. “He’s like my brother. I’ve known him forever.”

“So have I,” I reminded her. “And I sure am glad he’s not my brother.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively and laughed.

Evie made a face. “Get out of here before I throw up on you.”

I exchanged goodbyes with Evie and made a beeline for my own car. Teachers and day students got to park right at the entrance of Blair but most live-in students had to trek almost a mile to the regular boarding school parking slots. Sighing, I hoisted my bag higher on my shoulder and walked past a crown Victoria, a Bentley and a Ferrari before reaching the average-looking old clunkers in the student parking lot.

As soon as my feet touched the snow-covered oval, all thoughts of trigonometry and English lit dissolved. A jolt of adrenaline hit my stomach as I thought about finals, about Jared, about my eighteenth birthday in a few weeks. Everything was going so good.

Trudging through the silence, I began mentally making lists for an end-of-finals party at my perpetually parent-free house. Keg. Food. Decorations. New clothes. So, naturally, I wasn’t even looking where I was walking when the vampire stepped out from behind a shiny black truck. He was so close I almost tripped over him. I jerked back to reality, cursing myself for being so inattentive.

He was wearing jeans and a black sweater, and looked kind of like a thirty-something soccer dad with chocolate brown eyes, a hint of European heritage in his olive skin – Italian, maybe? – and black hair cut tight to his skull. He was the furthest thing from threatening I’d ever seen – during the day in a crowd I’d let my eyes linger on that handsome face – but at midnight in New Jersey, anything was possible, and all too often it was the threat of violence stepping out from behind a car. I averted my eyes and veered to the left, quickening my pace. My thoughts instantly shifted from beer and clothes shopping to serial killers and the can of bear spray in my handbag.

Pulse quickening, I passed hot dude and kept walking towards my car. It’s cool, he’s probably just a new teacher in the wrong lot. And then he spoke.

“Mia!” He called after me. I froze for a moment, then began to walk again. Faster, pushing my stride wider. Just get to the car.

He laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that sounded like caramel and in any other situation would make me melt. Instead, it made me shudder inwardly, adrenaline spiking into my muscles.

“Sorry, gotta run!” I mumbled awkwardly, almost at my car.

“Mia Blake, don’t you remember me?” He padded casually after me, the timid mouse. “Ryan. We were in Bailey’s drama class together last semester.”

Bailey was a washed-up ballerina who liked to yell at her students. Of course I knew her, but I definitely didn’t know Ryan. He looked kind of old to be a student – not to mention,way too hot for me to forget.

I turned to face him, but kept walking backwards towards my car. The Honda Element sat less than twenty feet away.

“Oh, sure” I lied. “Bailey sucks.”

Ten feet to my driver’s door. I’m probably just being stupid, I thought, an unfortunate side effect of growing up two hours from New York. We might have been in a nice suburb, but even so – nice people generally didn’t loiter in parking lots and teenage girls rarely walked to their cars alone. Blairstown was a place where everyone was still on alert after 9/11, even me, and I’d only been eleven when the towers had fallen. Three girls had already gone missing from high school parking lots in New Jersey that year.

I am such an idiot. I should have gotten a ride with Evie.

Five feet. Walking backwards was harder than it looked, and my silver ballerina flats were getting ruined in the damp snow. Not that I cared about my stupid shoes.

“Well, gotta go.” I slid my key into the door of my car and unlocked it with a satisfying thunk.

“That’s not a bad idea,” he said, stepping so close, so fast, that I jerked back in fright. I heard the click of a car door opening nearby, and two more guys started to walk towards us.

I pulled the can of bear spray out of my handbag, the safety switch already off. He grabbed my wrist faster than I could push the nozzle down to spray a load of mace into his face, and squeezed so hard I could feel bone crunching on itself. I gasped and let go of the can. It bounced on the asphalt and rolled underneath a blue Camry a couple of cars away from us.

“Somebody help me!” I yelled, kneeing him in the groin.

He barely reacted. That figures, I thought to myself. No balls.

“Let go of me!” I demanded. “Help!”

“Stop struggling and be quiet,” he said calmly, his grip like an iron vice on both my wrists. He smiled, showing straight white teeth and matching dimples.

I opened my mouth and screamed as loud as I could, then fell hard against the car behind me as a fist slammed into my face. I saw stars and choked, warm blood dribbling from my nose.

Great, he probably broke my nose.

I looked up to see the taller of the two offsiders pointing a gun at my face. “No more noise,” he ordered in a thick South American accent.

With my eyes half shut, I gestured to my handbag. “Take it,” I said numbly, not feeling anything but utter shock at the turn of events in my otherwise normal night. “Here, take my grandmother’s ring. It’s worth at least-”

“Mia.” He cut in. “Honey, I don’t want your ring, or your Canal street knock-off.”

My heart dropped at what that could mean, and bile rushed up in my throat. Before I could swallow it back, I threw up all over his expensive-looking black loafers. I bet nobody had ever done that to him before.

“Goddamn it!” He swore, looking at the mess I had made. “Ford, get a towel or something.”

The shorter of the two guys – the one not pointing a gun at me – scurried towards a black van.

I stared in shock as he jogged back to us with a pink rag covered in oil, knelt down, and started wiping Ryan’s shoes.

“It’s not a knock-off,” I protested.

Nobody said anything.

“My boyfriend is going to kick the shit out of you.” Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“Boss, we need to get going,” the dude with the gun urged.

Ryan nodded, kicking “Ford’s” hurried hands away from his feet. “Dose her!” he barked, and something sharp stabbed into my forearm. My mouth formed a horrified ‘O’ as I saw the taller guy pressing the plunger down on a syringe that was already deep in my skin. He’d moved so fast, I hadn’t even had time to scream.

How did he do that so fast? “What-wha-” I spluttered through a mouth full of cotton wool.

A thousand thoughts ran through my addled mind, but I couldn’t move. Couldn’t yell out. Couldn’t even close my stupid mouth. I was literally frozen.

They are going to rape me and kill me and I am going to die.

They are going to bury me in the woods under the snow and nobody will ever know what happened to me.

Or maybe they’ll keep me alive in an underground basement.

Or maybe they want my kidneys.

I am so screwed.

And one terrified thought rose above the rest.

I don’t want to die.

The stuff stung as it made its way into my bloodstream, but the pain was short-lived. I didn’t even have time to collect my gaping jaw from the pavement and close my mouth before blackness descended over my vision and I crumpled like a rag doll. Rough hands carried me through the night air, and I landed somewhere that smelled like oil and cigarettes.

The last thought I could form before the darkness closed in was I should have run when I had the chance.

Cover Reveal: Found (The Crescent Chronicles, #3) by Alyssa Rose Ivy‏

Title: Found (The Crescent Chronicles, # 3) 
Author: Alyssa Rose Ivy 
Expected release date: Summer 2013 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Age Group: New Adult 

Cover Designer: Once Upon a Time Covers

Cover reveal organized by: AToMR Tours 


Book Description: 
Levi might be hot, strong, and have a cool set of wings, but it's not enough to make up for keeping Allie in the dark. 

Allie's tired of being left with more questions than answers. She's tired of loving a guy who refuses to level with her. Most of all, she's tired of her life spinning out of control. Desperate to save Jess no matter the personal cost, Allie has to face the possibility that the only one she can trust is herself.
About the Author: 
Alyssa Rose Ivy is a Young Adult and New Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

FMB Presents Raising the Bar by Lucy Felthouse Blog Tour Stop

Title: Raising the Bar
Author: Lucy Felthouse
Genre: Erotica
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Format: Ebook
Words: 5181


Book Description:
When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.

That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?

5 of 5 Raising The Bar

Raising The Bar is a great short story. I love these Novellas that grip you right from the beginning and keep you right to the end and wanting more after you are done. Every time I read one of these Novellas I want more and more and RTB had me screaming for more. Lord I would love a fine Spaniard in my bed giving me so much more than I have ever experienced!

Kayleigh is taking a gap year to travel before she settles down and goes to Uni. On her travels she goes to Spain where she meets a co-worker Luciano. Luciano is hot as hell and after flirting they spend the night together and she is hooked. Luciano becomes her drug of choice and they share some crazy sexual escapades! Luciano is so hot in the bed that Kay is not sure she will ever have a lover like him again. Plus after using her BOB battery operated boyfriend she is ready to retire him to have more of Luciano. 

Will this love affair last? Will this love affair work? You have to read it to find out!

My first shift at the restaurant passes in a blur of flirtatious glances. My pussy swells and my clit throbs, desperate for attention. It’s all I can do to resist disappearing into the bathroom for a sneaky wank. Even better, I’d like to drag Luciano in there with me and ride him until his teeth rattle. Instead, I console myself with the fact that once I get back to my apartment, I can do whatever the hell I like. And I know for a fact it’s going to involve an orgasm.

I take a taxi back to my apartment rather than walking the dark, unfamiliar streets alone. It also means I can get there quicker and relieve the tension that the sexy Spaniard has caused. I pay the driver as fast as possible then rush inside and slam the door behind me. I heave a sigh of relief as I lock myself in.

Undressing, I drop my clothes by the washing machine and head to the bathroom, desperate to get clean. It’s not work that’s made me feel dirty, though. The flirting with Luciano have left me seriously wet. The panties I’ve just discarded in front of the washing machine are sodden.

Stepping under the shower, I groan with pleasure as the hot water caresses my fevered skin. I stand there for a few seconds, letting the heat and the water relax me. My tension slips away and runs down the plughole. I grab the shampoo and give my hair a wash, digging my fingers into my scalp and massaging it. Now I’m calmer. But by the time I’ve rinsed the suds, he’s popped into my head again. Damn him.
About the Author: 
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

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ATOMR Presents A Promo For Edge of the Past by Jennifer Comeaux‏

Title: Edge of the Past (Edge, #2)
Author: Jennifer Comeaux
Release date: November 27, 2012
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult

Event organized by: AToMR Tours

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Book Description:
Emily’s skating career and personal life have never been more golden. She and her partner Chris have won every competition they’ve entered this season, and she’s found the man of her dreams in her coach Sergei. But when one of the biggest competitions of the year takes Emily and Sergei to Russia, Sergei’s past explodes into the present and makes Emily doubt everything in their future.

Giveaway: (1) eBook copy of LIFE ON THE EDGE (Edge, #1). Books will be gifted from Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Open International. **

About the Author 
Jennifer Comeaux earned a Master of Accounting from Tulane University and is a Certified Public Accountant in south Louisiana. While working in the corporate world, she sought a creative outlet and decided to put on paper a story that had played in her head for years. That story became Life on the Edge, her first published novel. 

When not working or writing, she is an avid follower of the sport of figure skating, travelling to competitions around the country. Those experiences allow her to see a different side of the sport and serve as an inspiration for her writing. Jennifer is blessed with a wonderful family and friends who have encouraged her to pursue her dream of being a published author. 

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Life on the Edge (Book #1) description: 

Nineteen-year-old Emily is new to pairs skating, but she and her partner Chris have a big dream–to be the first American team to win Olympic gold. Their young coach Sergei, who left Russia after a mysterious end to his skating career, believes they can break through and make history. 

Emily and Chris are on track to be top contenders at the 2002 Winter Games. But when forbidden feelings spark between Emily and Sergei, broken trust and an unexpected enemy threaten to derail Emily’s dreams of gold.

Excerpt #2 
I went inside the small room and pulled the curtain shut. The ivory satin dress hung on the wall. The first time I’d tried on the gown, we all ended up in a mess of tears – me, Mom, Aunt Debbie… even Aubrey, who was the least sentimental person I knew. 

Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the dress and peeked around the curtain. “Mom, can you help me?” 

She maneuvered around the dress’s long train as her fingers carefully made their way up the long row of delicate buttons. When she finished, Mom held my skirt and we moved out into the shop and in front of the huge mirror on the far wall. 

My chest tightened as I stared at my reflection. Louann’s final alterations made the dress fit my petite curves perfectly. I ran my hand across the off-the-shoulder neckline and down the draped bodice to the A-line skirt, sliding my fingertips along the cool, silky material. I hadn’t wanted any frills on the dress, so the gown had a simple yet elegant look with only a touch of beading. It was everything I’d dreamed, just like I’d thought my life with Sergei would be. The tightness in my chest rose to my throat, creating a painful lump. 

“It’s so beautiful,” Mom said. “I know I say that every time I see it, but it’s true.” 

I nodded and attempted to speak, but no words came. Only tears. I tried to breathe them back with quick gasps, but I couldn’t stop them as they seeped from my eyes. 

Mom brushed my hair away from my face. “Sweetie, those don’t look like happy tears.”

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

ATOMR Presents Indigo Awakening by Jordan Dane Blog Tour Stop

Indigo Awakening (The Hunted #1)
Release Date: 12/18/12
304 pages

Summary from Goodreads: 

Because of what you are, the Believers will hunt you down.

Voices told Lucas Darby to run. Voices no one else can hear. He’s warned his sister not to look for him, but Rayne refuses to let her troubled brother vanish on the streets of LA. In her desperate search, she meets Gabriel Stewart, a runaway with mysterious powers and far too many secrets. Rayne can’t explain her crazy need to trust the strange yet compelling boy—to touch him—to protect him even though he scares her.

A fanatical church secretly hunts psychic kids—gifted “Indigo” teens feared to be the next evolution of mankind—for reasons only “the Believers” know. Now Rayne’s only hope is Gabe, who is haunted by an awakening power—a force darker than either of them imagine—that could doom them all.

My Review

5 of 5 Indigo Awakening

Jordan Dane knows how to write a book. She takes a story and twists and weaves it till you are so hooked you don't know what time it is or where you are because you have been glued to the book or your e-reader. This is in fact what happened to me while I was reading Indigo Spell. I was at work and started reading it and then before you know it I missed lunch and it was 4:30 PM and time to leave. I had just finished the last sentence and was like HOLY INDIGO AWAKENING I need book two. What the hell..... Then when I got home I googled the story behind Indigo Children and was blown away by what they believe. I needed more so I started cruising the internet and man what I read made so much sense after I finished reading Indigo Awakening and I have to say that Jordan is BRILLIANT!

Lucas Darby hears voices in his head. He is not sure why others don't hear it but he does and he feels like he is going crazy. After losing his parents and having to be raised by his older sister Mia Lucas finds himself in a mental institution because his older sister feels he needs to be contained. According to her church he has something and he is a danger to himself and others. Mia's church is a bunch of fanatical people who have a belief in Indigo Children and the powers they have. The church wants the powers and the children who possess them. But Lucas's other sister Rayne will stop at nothing to save him from their crazy sister. In doing this she meets Gabriel who is a runaway and has powers of his own and he has secrets. Rayne can't explain what it is about him but she is drawn to him like a moth to a flame and she will do whatever it takes to protect him as well. 

Will Rayne be able to save Lucas and Gabriel or will the church get them? This is such a BRILLIANT story and a must read that I promise you you will not be disappointed once you read it! 

Jordan Dane Bio
Bestselling, critically-acclaimed author Jordan Dane’s gritty romantic thrillers are ripped from the headlines with vivid settings, intrigue, and dark humor. Publishers Weekly compared her intense novels to Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner, and Tami Hoag, naming her debut novel NO ONE HEARD HER SCREAM as Best Books of 2008. She also pens young-adult novels for Harlequin Teen. Formerly an energy sales manager, she now writes full time. Jordan and her husband share their Texas residence with two cats of highborn lineage and two lucky rescue dogs.

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HarlequinTEEN prize pack, includes (US only):
· ON A DARK WING by Jordan Dane
· THE JULIET SPELL by Douglas Rees
· BELONGING by Karen Ann Hopkins (ARC)
· DANCERGIRL by Carol M. Tanzman
· 2 Harlequin notebooks
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For anyone who has read an advance copy of INDIGO AWAKENING, you know that a silver infinity bracelet plays an important part in the story. Special bracelets will be given away on the virtual tour so the lucky winners will be part of Rafael’s street family. Rafe’s bracelet was in black leather, but I’ve added a white leather braid as my personal remembrance to you for being in MY family.

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ATOMR Presents A Cover Reveal For The Space Between by Victoria H. Smith‏

Title: The Space Between 
Author: Victoria H. Smith 
Expected release date: April 2, 2013 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Age Group: New Adult 

Cover Designer: Okay Creations;

Cover reveal organized by: AToMR Tours

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Book Trailer: 
Book Description: 
When Drake started the night at his father’s campaign fundraiser, he never imagined he’d end it being conned into buying drugs on the West Side. Losing high-stakes poker has its consequences, but he’d repeatedly face them just to hear Lacey Douglas sing. Drake sees Lacey light up the stage, and he has to have her. But his intentions for being on her side of town turn out to be the reason he can’t. 

Chicago native Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles. Lacey has come to know her hardships as part of living in the real world and accepts them fully. When Lacey meets the intense and invigorating Drake, a fire is lit inside her, unleashing those dreams again. 

Two paths that should have never crossed prove to create the exact pairing the other needs. But when their worlds take time to catch up, everything they have is tested. Finding the space between the two sides that challenge them will be hard, but it’s the only place that will keep them together. 

The Space Between is a new adult contemporary romance
About the author: 
Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it. 

In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes. 

Author Links: Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Xpresso Presents A Cover Reveal For The Only Exception by Magan Vernon

The Only Exception by Magan Vernon -- April 9th, 2013

Fiercely liberal Monica Remy prefers to blend in. Despite her tattoos, piercings, and outspoken personality, she transferred to Central to escape—before she finds out that her next door neighbor is the uber conservative governor son, Trey Chapman.

No matter how hard she tries to avoid Trey, he still finds a way to get under her skin. Monica can’t stand his crisp white shirts or his staunch views on women. But she can’t help counting every freckle on his face and wondering what it would feel like to have him stop talking politics and kiss her.

A class debate project forces the unlikely pair to work together, and the political lines are blurred in late-night make out sessions. But despite their fiery chemistry, Trey’s politics threatens to smother their relationship for good.

Magan Vernon
Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. She is in a very serious, fake relationship with Adam Lambert and constantly asks her husband to wear guyliner. He still refuses. She also believes her husband is secretly an alien, disguised as a southern gentleman.

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Cover Reveal For STAINED by Cheryl Rainfield

Book Description:
In this heart-wrenching and suspenseful teen thriller, sixteen-year-old Sarah Meadows longs for "normal." Born with a port-wine stain covering half her face, all her life she’s been plagued by stares, giggles, bullying, and disgust. But when she’s abducted on the way home from school, Sarah is forced to uncover the courage she never knew she had, become a hero rather than a victim, and learn to look beyond her face to find the beauty and strength she has inside. It’s that—or succumb to a killer.

Tag Line:
Sometimes you have to be your own hero.

Release Date:
Nov 19, 2013

Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

From the author:
Like I did with SCARS and HUNTED, I drew on some of my own experiences of bullying, abuse, and trauma to write STAINED and to give it greater emotional depth. Like Sarah in STAINED, I experienced abduction, imprisonment, periods of forced starvation, mind control, and having my life threatened. And like Sarah, I tried hard to fight against my abuser, keep my own sense of self, and escape. I hope readers will see Sarah's strength and courage, and appreciate her emotional growth as she reclaims herself.

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Amazon (hardcover): (well, it says you can get an email when avail)