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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Twilight Hunter Blog Tour ~ Guest Post and Giveaway With Kait Ballenger

Hunters of the supernatural, the Execution Underground are an elite group tasked with protecting humanity…but what happens when danger collides with desire?

Jace McCannon has one loyalty: the Execution Underground. Despite his mixed blood, his hatred for the werewolves he hunts is legendary. But in his search for a sadistic killer, Jace finds himself face-to-face with a stunningly seductive packmaster…and longing for a night with his mortal enemy.

Nothing can stop Frankie Amato from defending her kind-or catching the rogue responsible for killing women in her territory. For that, this alpha female needs Jace’s skills more than she wants to admit. But as their investigation exposes evil truths, need burns into a passion that dare not be fulfilled. For to do so will have deadly consequences for them both…

******* GUEST POST *******  

Ten Random Fun Facts about Heroine Frankie Amato
Werewolf packmaster, Frankie Amato, is the first female packmaster in Rochester. Frankie is one tough chick who commands the respect of her pack. But despite her powerful exterior, Frankie is a tender person at her, who loves her pack and would do anything to protect them, including sacrificing her own happiness for the greater good. She’s asked to do just that in Twilight Hunter when she’s expected to mate with an alpha male member of her pack, but at the last moment, Frankie skips the mating ceremony and instead winds up in the clutches of a man who hunts and hates her kind. With the days quickly leading up to the release of Frankie’s novel, Twilight Hunter, I thought I’d share with you ten random fun facts about this badass chick who steals the heart of werewolf hunter andTwilight Hunter hero, Jace McCannon. Enjoy!

1. Frankie is a professional salsa dancer and instructor, and owns a studio where she teaches, so when she’s not fighting rogues or keeping the members of her pack in line with brute force, she’s shaking it out of the dance floor with style.

2. Frankie was born and raised in Rochester, New York and aside from family trips to visit the “old country” in Italy, the only places she’s traveled outside of Rochester have been for salsa competitions.

3. On that note, she’s also Italian. You know, in case you couldn’t tell from her name.

4. Many people assume that Frankie’s name is a shortened version of Francesca, but it’s not. Francesca was her mother’s name. Frankie’s birth name is exactly what she’s called: Frankie. However, she uses the name Francesca to hide her identity from werewolf hunter and hero Jace McCannon, who would gladly serve up the packmaster’s head on a silver platter. Don’t even get her started on the fact that Jace assumed Frankie was a guy’s name...

5. Family was a huge part of Frankie’s life until her parents were murdered three years earlier, which as her parents’ only child, allowed her to ascend to packmaster to replace her father.

6. Frankie’s favorite color is red, but she looks best in blue, which is why most of her salsa costumes are that color.

7. She hates long walks on the beach, mainly because she can’t stand overbearing heat, though she doesn’t really like the Rochester cold either.

8. She spends an unreasonable amount of time in the nail salon getting her nails done, particularly near the time of her annual estrus cycle, but it’s purely out of obsessive necessity.Fingernails which won’t stop growing is one of the shitty parts of being a female werewolf. Thank God that only happens once a year.

9. Her fighting specialty is speed shifting. While it takes some shifters nearly a minute to shift into wolf form, in a pinch Frankie can do shift in one second flat—literally—which is a powerful tool in a fight. She’s very in touch with her inner wolf.

10. In wolf form, Frankie’s fur is midnight black, the same color that her hair is when she is human form. Though her eyes are normally a deep chocolate brown, when she’s in wolf form they’re a bright golden hue

Kait Ballenger is a full-time paranormal romance author, wife,bellydancer, graduate student, and soon-to-be-professor. She is the multi-published, award-winning author of the Execution Underground paranormal romance series. With a B.A in English from Stetson University, Kait is currently earning an M.F.A in Writing. Kait believes anything is possible with hard work and dedication. One day, she hopes to be a bestseller and to see her novels on the big screen. Look for the next two books in her page-turning Execution Underground series: Twilight Hunter, book one (August 2013) and Immortal Hunter, book two(January 2014), and don’t forget to check out Shadow Hunter, a prequel novella to the series featured in the After Dark anthology along NYT Bestseller Gena Showalter—now available in trade paperback, ebook, and audiobook formats. For more information, please visit www.kaitballenger.com or follow her on Twitter @kait_ballenger.


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Monday, August 12, 2013

The Manhattanites Blog Tour ~ Unscrupulous by Avery Aster .... Character Spotlight and Giveaway

Undressed (#1 The Manhattanites)

Milan’s notorious playboy, Massimo Tittoni, seems to have everything–Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get her in his bed?

Upper East Side designer Lex Easton will be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him. With Fashion Week approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to become the next Diane von Furstenburg– even sleep with her rival. But when she arrives in Europe the paparazzi chronicles her every move and she finds herself in a situation never imagined. Lex’s Louboutins stilettos are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!

Avery Aster’s super-glossy debut novel is loaded with passionate escapism, pitting American ambition against Italian tradition. Erotic romance fans who appreciate extended sex scenes, witty banter and glamour mustn’t miss Undressed.

Inside Scoop: Though the hero and heroine remain monogamous, their Prada-wearing friends indulge in a ménage a trois and other fashionable sexual fun and games

Unscrupulous

by Avery Aster

  
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Tone: dirty, sarcastic, and witty

Heat Level: scorching

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Publishing Date: August 14, 2013

Series, #: 2 The Manhattanites

Format: ebook

Words: 78,000


The Manhattanites is an extended modern erotic romance series of full length juicy melodramas multilayered on love, friendship, and drama to the hilt. If you grew up reading Jackie Collins, Judith Krantz and Danielle Steel you will devour this series as each book may be read as a stand alone. Sex & The City fans who watch TV shows like Girls (HBO), Mistresses (ABC/BBC Drama), and The Bold & the Beautiful (CBS) love The Manhattanites series. Avery’s characters are over the top. They have raunchy sex, speak their minds and always get what they want.

Unscrupulous (#2 The Manhattanites) 

Content Warning: due to graphic sex scenes, strong language, suggestive themes, mature humor, and just about everything your friends ever told you not to do–including getting vajazzled, this novel is for adults only.

At thirty-three Warner Truman is one of the richest men on the planet, a spa mogul who buys and sells resorts at will. He holds powerful executive’s careers in his well-groomed hands. Nothing is beyond Warner’s reach…until he meets her.

Stunning, tantalizing, and perverse, Taddy Brill captivates Warner’s carnal desire like no woman he’s ever met. A self-made millionaire, Taddy is tougher than steel, more brilliant than diamonds and, at twenty-seven, she’s never depended on a man for anything…until she meets him.

The more Taddy plays with Warner’s affections, driving him to erotic heights, the more she is confronted by a dark past. But before she can love him, Taddy must meet her worst fears head-on or risk losing it all, including herself
Warner’s Best Quotes:

“My dick and I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring her name up. My New Year’s resolution is no more drama.”

 “The minute you put your hand in mine—your pupils dilated. And I bet—if I reached under this table and put my hand between your legs, you’d drip on my fingers.”

“Let me find the fun, sexy girl who danced in my hands while in St. Barth’s.”
 “Don’t ever face the wall when I’m inside you.”

“You’re feral, like something from the wild.”

“I want to look into your green eyes when I come.”

“When you’re on top, staring off into space, I’ve lost you.”

“My intention is to keep you to myself for as long as possible.”

“I’m in no frame of mind to share you with anyone.”
 “I can also tell you haven’t experienced love. Not in a long time—if ever. You deserve to be loved. Please let me show you. I’ll show you if you let me.”

“Nothing you can say will make me run away. I promise I won’t hurt you. I want to get to know you better.”

“Tonight, I want you to come again and again for me.”

“I want monogamy, Taddy.”

“You have…me.”


AVERY ASTER pens erotic romance for Ellora's Cave. As a resident of New York's Upper East Side and a graduate from New York University, Avery gives readers an inside look at the city's glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous. "I write about what I see in my metropolis that never sleeps--Manhattanites on the quest for a passionate thrill," Avery says. "By and large, my characters are drop-dead gorgeous, ripped straight from the headlines and on the hunt for their next conquest."

UNDRESSED #1 (Lex & Massimo) launched The Manhattanites series, exploring people's forbidden desires of lust and longing. UNSCRUPULOUS #2 (Taddy & Warner) is the highly anticipated prequel coming August 14, 2013. Also, stay tuned for the sequel with UNSAID #3 (Blake & Miguel) coming winter 2013.
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• Second prize: your name in Avery Aster's upcoming novel; Unsaid (#3 The Manhattanites) scheduled to release fall/winter
• Third prize: ebook of Unscrupulous & Undressed
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Seduced Blog Tour ~ Series Spotlight and Giveaway With Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliot

SEDUCED

A PREQUEL to the NA rock star series Lost In Oblivion.



AVAILABLE NOW:

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Warning: get ready for a testosterone overload. The guys are in the driver's seat in Seduced - and the ride's gonna rock. 

Twenty-three year old Nick Crandall has one focus in his life: Oblivion, the band he formed with his best friend Simon Kagan. With gigs coming up and the band members lacking focus after losing their drummer to rehab, they're out of ideas. Until Oblivion's bassist, Deacon McCoy, poses a surprising suggestion.

Bring in someone new. Two someones.

One You Tube video gone viral later, Oblivion is poised on the brink of stardom. With their new hot drummer chick — who comes in a package deal with a talented guitarist who happens to be head over pick in unrequited love with her - it seems like everything's falling into place. Or will the band Nick and Simon have fought to keep together disintegrate before their eyes?

Four guys & one woman + more success than they ever bargained for = trouble, of the sexiest kind.

Get Seduced by this novel-length introduction to the band Oblivion. This preview occurs before the four forthcoming books about each of the band members. Sometimes getting lost means finding yourself... 




LOST IN OBLIVION Websitehttp://www.lostinoblivion.com

ROCKED

Book 1 in the NA rock star series, Lost in Oblivion
Coming in September


Onstage he’s Demon, the unsurpassable bassist.

Offstage he’s the Peacemaker, the mastermind who keeps his volatile band from imploding.

Opening for their idols on their first ever tour, Oblivion is living the dream. That dream becomes a nightmare when Oblivion draws more attention than the headliner and egos clash. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts only coming up for air long enough to refuel—and that means hunting down the catering truck at odd hours.

Especially the deliciously cute chef who excites his taste buds as much as his body.

The child of roadie parents, Harper Pruitt has heard every pickup line twice. To her, musicians are one step above the scraps on her cutting board. All she wants is to get enough experience to run her own catering company, but Deacon and his bottomless and surprisingly gourmet stomach is too tempting to resist. Before long, she finds herself wanting to experiment with him outside the kitchen.

When Harper sees that Deacon’s sense of responsibility is doing him serious damage, she realizes he’s far from the typical rock star. But as the band's fame grows, she wonders if she can love a man who doesn't know how to let anyone in—even her.

You met Deacon McCoy in SEDUCED, now you can watch just how far a big man can fall.




LOST IN OBLIVION Website: http://www.lostinoblivion.com

USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. Now she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she can usually be found watching men’s college basketball, playing her music way too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously

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Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott’s FB Group - Word Wenches Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/346424552124487

I'm from the great state of New York--upstate NY, thank you very much. My family consists of a brother who takes care of keeping the snarky side of me alive and a dog that is more spoiled child than mutt. My writer-friends are the glue that keeps my crazy ideas more in the sane category, and my non-writerly friends are the reason I'm not a complete hermit. I can't go a day without laughing and I truly do fall in love with each and every one of my leading men as I write their book. Music is life and every story has its own soundtrack.

Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott’s FB Group - Word Wenches Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/346424552124487/


Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliot's SEDUCED Blog Tour
July. 28 - August 31

7/28- Miscellaneous Thoughts of A Bookaholic

7/28- KT Book Reviews

7/29- Scorching Book Reviews

7/30- Reading Between the Wines

7/31- United by Books

8/01- Book Monster Reviews

8/02- Book Lovin' Mamas

8/03- Ramblings from This Chick

8/04- Kelly P's Blog

8/05- Inside the Pages of A Book

8/06- Mama's Reading Break

8/07- Why I Can't Stop Reading

8/08- Scandalicious Book Reviews

8/09- True Story Book Blog

8/10- Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews

8/11- Mythical Books

8/12- Books, Books and More Books

8/13- Babbling About Books

8/13- The Reading Cafe 

8/14- Sassy Book Reviews

8/15- Mad Hatter Reads

8/16- Lily Element

8/17- Manga Maniac Café

8/18- CS Maxwell Blog

8/19- Wicked Readings by Tawania

8/19- Let's Get Romantical

8/20- Bibliophile Mystery

8/21- Salacious Reads

8/22- Inner Goddess

8/23- Books-N-Kisses

8/24- Cocktails and Books

8/24- Salacious Reads

  
8/25- Literal Addiction

8/26- Romance Junkies

8/27- Flirting with Romance

8/28- Dalene's Book Reviews

8/29- My Secret Romance

8/30- Toot's Books Reviews

8/31- Close Encounters with the Night Kind

8/31- Reader Girls

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paperback of Seduced.
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Fifth Grave Past the Light Blog Tour ~ Spotlight and Giveaway With Darynda Jones

Never underestimate the power of a woman

on a double espresso with a mocha latte chaser high.

—T-shirt

Charley Davidson isn’t your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper.  She’s more of a paranormal private eye/grim reaper extraordinaire.  However, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. To further complicate matters, Reyes is her main suspect in an arson case.  Charley has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth…but then dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason.  When it becomes apparent that her own sister, Gemma, is the serial killer’s next target Charley has no choice but to ask for Reyes’ help.  Arsonist or not, he’s the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return.Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay.

Charley Davidson is at it again in Fifth Grave Past the Light, the sexy, suspenseful, and laugh-out-loud funny fifth installment of the New York Times bestselling series by Darynda Jones.

******** EXCERPT ********
Ask me about life after death.

—T-shirt often seen on Charley Davidson,

   a grim reaper with questionable morals



The dead guy at the end of the bar kept trying to buy me a drink.

Which figured. No one else was even taking a second look and I’d

dressed to the nines. Or, at the very least, the eight- and- a-halves.

But the truly disturbing part of my evening was the fact that my

mark, one Mr. Marvin Tidwell, blond real estate broker and suspected

adulterer, actually turned down the drink I’d tried to buy

him.



Turned it down!



I felt violated.



I sat at the bar, sipping a margarita, lamenting the sad turnmy life

had taken. Especially to night. This case was not going as planned.

Maybe I wasn’t Marv’s type. It happened. But I was oozing interest.

And I wore makeup. And I had cleavage. Even with all that going for

me, this investigation was firmly wedged between the cracks of no and

where. At least I could tell my client, aka Mrs. Marvin Tidwell, that it

would seem her husband was not cheating on her. Not randomly,

anyway. The fact that he could’ve been meeting someone in par tic ular

kept me glued to my barstool.



“C-come here often?”



I looked over at the dead guy. He’d finally worked up the courage

to approach and I got a better view of him. I figured him for the runt

of the litter. He wore round- rimmed glasses and a tattered baseball

cap that sat backwards on top of muddy brown hair. Add to that a

faded blue T-shirt and loosely ripped jeans and he could’ve been a

skater, a computer geek, or a backwoods moonshiner.



His cause of death was not immediately apparent. No stab wounds

or gaping holes. No missing limbs or tire tracks across his face. He

didn’t even look like a drug addict, so I couldn’t tell why he’d died at

such a young age. Taking into account the fact that his baby- faced

features would make him look younger than he probably was, I estimated

him to be somewhere around my age when he’d passed.



He stood waiting for an answer. I thought “Come here often?”

was rhetorical, but okay. Not wanting to be perceived as talking to

myself in a room full of people, I responded by lifting one shoulder

in a halfhearted shrug.



Sadly, I did. Come here often. This was my dad’s bar, and while I

never set up stings here for fear of someone I knew blowing my

cover, this just happened to be the very same bar Mr. Tidwell frequented.

At least if it came to a knockdown drag- out, I might have

some backup. I knew most of the regulars and all of the employees.



Dead Guy glanced toward the kitchen, seeming nervous before he

refocused on me. I glanced that way as well. Saw a door.



“Y-you’re very shiny,” he said, drawing my attention back to him.



He had a stutter. Few things were more adorable than a grown

man with boyish features and a stutter. I stirred my margarita and

pasted on a fake smile. I couldn’t talk to him in a room full of living,

breathing patrons. Especially when one was named Jessica Guinn, to

my utter mortification. I hadn’t seen her fiery red hair since high

school but there she sat, a few seats down from me, surrounded by a

group of chattering socialites who looked almost as fake as her boobs.

But that could be my bitterness rearing its ugly head.



Unfortunately, my forced smile only encouraged Dead Guy.



“Y-you are. You’re like the s-sun reflecting off the chrome bumper of

a f-fifty- seven Chevy.”



He splayed his fingers in the air to demonstrate, and my heart was

gone. Damn it. He was like all those lost puppies I tried to save as a

child to no avail because I had an evil stepmother who believed all

stray dogs were rabid and would try to rip out her jugular. A fact that

had nothing to do with my desire to bring them into the house.



“Yeah,” I said under my breath, doing my best ventriloquist impersonation,

thanks.”



“I’m D-Duff ,” he said.



“I’m Charley.” I kept my hands wrapped around my drink lest he

decide we needed to shake. Not many things looked stranger to the

living world than a grown woman shaking air. You know those kids

with invisible friends? Well, I was one of those. Only I wasn’t a kid,

and my friends weren’t invisible. Not to me, anyway. And I could see

them because I’d been born the grim reaper, which was not as bad as

it sounded. I was basically a portal to heaven, and whenever someone

was stuck on Earth, having chosen not to cross over immediately after

death, they could cross to the other side through me. I was like a giant

bug light, only what I lured was already dead.



I pulled at my extra- tight sweater. “Is it just me, or is it really

warm in here?”



His baby blues shot toward the kitchen again. “Hot is m-more

like it. S-so, I— I couldn’t help but notice you t-tried to buy that guy

over there a drink.”



I let my fake smile go. Freed it like a captured bird. If it came back

to me, it would be mine. If not, it never was. “And?”



“You’re b-barking up the wrong tree with that one.”



Surprised, I put my drink down— the one I bought myself— and

leaned in a little closer. “He’s gay?”



Duff snorted. “N-no. But he’s been in here a lot lately. He l-likes

his women a little . . . l-looser.”



“Dude, how much sluttier can I get?” I indicated my attire with a

sweep of my hand.



“N-no, I mean, well, you’re a l-little—” He let his gaze travel the

length of me. “—t-tight.”



I gasped. “I look anal?”



He drew in a deep breath and tried again. “H-he only hits on

women who are more s-substantial than you.”



Oh, that wasn’t offensive at all. “I have depth. I’ve read Proust.

No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie- the- Pooh. My bad.”



He shifted his non ex is tent weight, cleared his throat, and tried

again. “More v-voluptuous.”



“I have curves,” I said through a clenched jaw. “Have you seen

my ass?”



“Heavier!” he blurted out.



“I weigh— Oh, you mean he likes bigger women.”



“E-exactly, while I on the other hand—”



Duff ’s words faded into the background like elevator music. So

Marv liked big women. A new plan formed in the darkest, most corrupt

corners of Barbara. My brain.



Cookie, otherwise known as my receptionist during regular business

hours and my best friend 24/7, was perfect. She was large and in

charge. Or well, large and kind of bossy. I picked up my cell phone

and called her.



“This better be good,” she said.



“It is. I need your assistance.”



“I’m watching the first season of Prison Break.



“Cookie, you’re my assistant. I need assistance. With a case. You

know those things we take on to make money?”



Prison. Break. It’s about these brothers who—”



“I know what Prison Break is.”



“Then have you ever actually seen these boys? If you had, you

would not expect me to abandon them in their time of need. I think

there’s a shower scene coming up.”



“Do these brothers sign your paycheck?”



“No, but technically neither do you.”



Damn. She was right. It was much easier to just have her forge my

name.



“I need you to come flirt with my mark.”



“Oh, okay. I can do that.”



Nice. The F-word always worked with her. I filled her in and told

her the deal with Tidwell, then ordered her to hurry over.



“And dress sexy,” I said right before hanging up. But I regretted

the sexy part instantly. The last time I told Cookie to dress sexy for a

much- needed girls’ night out on the town, she wore a lace- up corset,

fishnet stockings, and a feather boa. She looked like a dominatrix. I’d

never been the same.

NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.

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