Friday 24 January 2014

My Soul For You Cover Reveal!


Title: My Soul For you
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Publisher: Fire & Ice Publishing
Release Day: March 7, 2014
Genre: New Adult Contemporary, Thriller with strong elements of Romance
Warnings: Language and sexual content
Formats: eBook & Paperback
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Monday 20 January 2014

Rockin' the Heart Review and Excerpt!!


BLURB:

If music nourishes the soul…

Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and fans.

A man can desire nothing else…or can he?

Living in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far?

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody…

Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s just one major problem...she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all.

One that might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!

REVIEW:

So, when I saw that Gracen Miller was looking for bloggers to help out with the release tour for this book, I of course jumped at the chance.  I love her writing.  She is a fantastic story teller and the way she can make you feel emotions is a gift.

Rockin the Heart is no exception. Gracen's first go at a New Adult novel has it all; comedy, joy, heartache, romance, and a whole lot of sexy.

This novel follows a band and the drummer's sister as they tour around.  Their lives are an ongoing media frenzy and I think the author did a great job of capturing the excitement and frustration the characters went through as they tried to go about their day to day business.  Add in the romance between the sister and the lead singer and the hype reaches a new level.

Rockin the Heart will have you flipping through the pages as quickly as you can go just so you can find out what happens.

I definitely recommend this book to everyone who enjoys a fast paced and sexy read.  I am extremely excited to hear that there is a sequel to this novel and I can't wait to read it.


EXCERPT:

Chapter One

Heath was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes classified him as a pissed off rock star god.
“Wanna tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?” He indicated the jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair.
Preferring to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw closer to the bars dividing them.
She’d expected her brother, Jason—Jase—to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling’s abandonment, she ogled the skull on Heath’s shirt, mortification overwhelming her.
If Heath was Jase’s replacement, then he’d been serious when he said ‘don’t call me the next time you’re arrested.’ She’d assumed he yelled that in anger. She was surprised he’d bothered to offer aid at all.
Gut hollow at her brother’s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and asked, “Can’t you just bail me out and we’ll forget this ever happened?”
Knowing he wouldn’t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet. Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely different matter. She’d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he’d given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn’t matter he’d been too old for her at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn’t waned with age either, but only grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was nothing more complicated than a kid sister.
His digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles fit his current disposition—ired. On the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired.
“Not this time, Samantha.”
She cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or disappointed with her.
“You been drinking?”
“You know I haven’t.” Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn’t an issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice.
“Drugs?”
She rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response.
“This type of publicity is bad news for the band.” She’d heard that one before. None of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired’s career. Not that she sought to hinder their mega stardom. She wasn’t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling her impulses on occasion.
Therapy failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion.
Living under the umbrella of the band’s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she’d been a kid.
She’d grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price. Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons…fantasies were often better than reality. The last time she’d visited the mall without a trail of vipers eager to report her purchases she’d been fifteen.
Sheesh!
Was it too much to ask to have a date the world didn’t scrutinize? Even the loss of her virginity made headline news. That act should’ve come with the expectation of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that exploitation.
Once she’d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her. Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh.
“The only reason they’re not pressing charges is because of Jase.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath instead of coming himself.
Despite the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother’s identity. This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning.
‘Hot Wired’s drummer’s sister is at it again!’ They’d go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment.
Have at it you fucks. Can’t hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band?
Distance from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She’d get her peace of mind back, and they’d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group.
She’d mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the small Alabama town where she’d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in their grave at her abandoning the family name.
The name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny never to be spoken of again.
Torn between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn’t have in a world where she didn’t belong.


BIO:

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society.  When not writing,
she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels, movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her writing or to leave her a comment, visit her at the following sites:

Website: www.gracen-miller.com

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Friday 3 January 2014

Birthright COVER REVEAL!



Book Title: Birthright by Willow Cross

Book Blurb:

For one-thousand years, Druid prophecies foretold of a young witch destined to alter the fate of both human and immortal alike. This witch-turned-vampire would be capable of harnessing the supernatural abilities of both and, in a bloody rise to power, would rule with unwavering control.

Unwillingly thrust into a world she never dreamed existed, Liz Markum is catapulted into an ancient war between rival vampire factions. She must choose between those she loves and the ever-present darkness attempting to devour her very soul.

Only one question remains: Will Liz claim her birthright or surrender to the dark gift?

One choice.

One chance.

Two destinies.




Trailer for Birthright

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Thursday 2 January 2014

Christmas Balls Will Fly

A few weeks ago, I had a fantastic weekend. A weekend away from the kids, a hotel, just me and my sweet. This is our yearly date. Lol Kyle's Christmas party.
NRT is one hell of a great company and they treat their employees very well.
Our one obstacle with our weekend away is always finding someone who will watch the kids. Since my mom and dad have moved back, they have helped us out a lot. This weekend, however, my dad's party was the same night as ours.
Problem solved when my sister Dominique and her boyfriend Stewart offered to watch them.
When I left Saskatoon Sunday morning, I made the almost two hour trip to Stu's farm. We hung out, had supper there, then started our hour and a half trip home.
I should have known better.  I mean, really.  My kids aren't the ones that go to bed at ten.  They're in bed by 7:30 or 8:00 each night.  All three of them.  They're also the kids that fall asleep the instant they get in a vehicle.
So, you guessed it.  After leaving Stu's place at 5:30, my kids slept the hour and a half it took to get home. Since I knew it was going to be a fairly late night, I decided on a movie night.  All of the mattresses were pulled into the living room and we watched a movie or two.  Around midnight, I had three darling little sleeping angels on my hands and I went to bed.

It feels like I've just fallen asleep when suddenly, I hear a giggle.  I pull the covers over my head, determined to pretend it's a part of the dream I'm having.  Please, just let them go back to sleep.  I'm exhausted.  The giggle comes again and is quickly followed by another.
I groan.
If two of them are up, it's just a matter of time before the third is also.
I get up and stumble my sleepy ass to the living room.  "Why are you guys awake?" I ask the boys.
"Can I have more milk?" That's Emery.
"Bar." Anthony wants a granola bar.
I amble to the kitchen and make the mistake of glancing at the stove clock.  It's three o'clock.  In the morning.
"Ok, guys.  Be quiet and go back to sleep.  It's still night night time."
Both of them nod and settle back down and I head back to my bedroom where I dare hope that they will, indeed, go back to sleep.
Of course, this doesn't last long.  I'm just getting to that warm under the blankets, I'm so comfy and just minutes from sleep state when I hear the dreaded, "Mooooooom!".
I take a deep breath and head back to the living room.  "What, Emery."
He smiles and gives me those big brown puppy dog eyes.  "I love you."
"Love you, too, baby.  Now go to sleep, please."
I crawl back under my covers and snuggle into my pillow.  Down the hallway and around the corner, I can hear them talking.  But I'm too tired to get up again.
I'm just starting to get back to sleep when a hand touches my face.  I jump, scream, and try to keep from having a heart attack.
"Mommy, they boys woke me up..."  It's Ashtynn, the ninja. That kid could sneak up the most sound sensitive security system and steal what it was guarding.  "Can I sleep with you?"
I hold the blankets up and she crawls into bed with me.  She's my sleeper.  It takes her about thirty seconds to go back to sleep. My brainwaves are chasing after hers when all of a sudden, I hear it.  The sound of something plastic bouncing off the living room wall.
I pull the covers over my head.  Maybe it was the dog toy.  Maybe they'll just go back to sleep...
*ting!*  The noise comes again.  And again.  And soon, the boys are laughing so hard I'm not sure how in the world their sister is sleeping through the commotion.
I try to ignore them.  Until Emery start crying.
I get up with a growl and stomp into the living room.
"What's going on?!"
Emery wipes his tears.  "Anthony threw a christmas ball at me!"
Anthony shakes his head.  "Emmy too!"
I look over to the tree and I don't know if I should laugh, cry, or kill my kids.  My Christmas tree is naked.  Well, save for the candy canes and lights.  That plastic *ting* I was hearing was the cheery sound of its balls hitting the wall.  All of them.  And the ones still in the decoration box we hadn't put up.  Beautiful globes of varying colors are strewn about my living room and dining room.  I look at the clock.  Four o'clock.
"Go to sleep."
I turn on my heel and join Ashtynn in my bed.  But not before closing the bedroom door.  I'm too tired to deal with that shit right now.
I hear the ball fight start up again and I smother the sound with blankets.  They're plastic balls.  They won't break.  They won't break anything.
The ruckus of war starts to fade as sleep comes for me.
And it's not like we won't have fun redecorating the tree in the morning...