Saturday, January 31, 2015

Blog Tour: Beautifully Insightful by K. C. Lynn @AuthorKCLynn

Title: Beautifully Insightful
Author: K.C. Lynn
Genre: NA |  Erotica Romance
Release Date: January 16, 2015

EMILY MICHAELS ~ Have you ever felt like you didn’t belong? Like you never fi t in, or you weren’t good enough? This is how I have felt for as long as I can remember. 

I see the world differently than everyone else, I feel everything differently and I reflect o n life differently. And being different in my world is not a good thing.

I live in a place that’s divided between the rich and the poor, the beautiful and the unbeautifu l, the prestigious and the mediocre. I have always belonged in the first category, because my father w as the Governor of Georgia. 

Growing up around people I could never relate with, my life had always been lonely, that w as until my senior year when I met the one boy who would change my life forever. A boy who my pare nts would never approve of because he didn’t come from money or the same social class. He rode a motorcycle, had tattoos and was considered to be from the wrong side of the tracks. Yet he was st ill envied by many.

Ryder Jameson was someone who every guy feared, and one who every girl wanted to be tou ched by. He didn’t do attachments, or have friends... until me. And for the first time in my lif e I finally felt like I belonged. When I was with h im, my different didn’t feel wrong or ugly. He made me feel beautiful- insightfully beautiful. Then one day my world came crashing down on me, and it would be six years before I'd once again see the boy I fell in love with.

RYDER JAMESON ~ After working my ass off I am given the opportunity of a lifetime , and if I pull it off I will be the youngest FBI a gent to run one of the biggest undercover operations in history. Only the case that gets thrown in front of me leads me back to the one place I swore I would n ever return to, and to the only girl who’s ever mattered to me. 

Except Emily Michaels is not the same girl I left behind. She still looks the same, she’s still beautiful inside and out, but there’s one thing tha t’s very different about her, one very big thing, and i t’s something I didn’t think was possible.

Ryder and I come from a world where politics separates us and wealth defines us, but ev en after all this time we will not let it divide us. 
Here is our story.

Sexy time with Ryder and Emily.

“Stop thinking, only feel, baby.”

I follow his command, and push his open dress shirt down his arms then pull up the T-s hirt he wears underneath. “Take this off so I can feel you against me.” He sheds himself of the shirt within seconds then pulls me in close, wrapping me in his strong embrace. Electricity shoots throug h my entire body, and all the oxygen flees from my lungs.

“Damn, you have the softest skin I’ve ever felt,” he mumbles, burying his face into my ne ck. 

We do nothing for a moment but hold each other, feeling a connection that I know I will never feel with anyone else. I’ve tried, god I hav e tried to move on, but I couldn’t. I thought it was because I had no closure, but now that he’s back I know that isn’t the case. It’s because he still hol ds so much of my damaged heart.

Ryder pries my knees apart from his hips before running his hands up the inside of my t highs. I moan, my body trembling in anticipation for what’s to come. He reaches my panty line then g ently runs a knuckle down the center of my wet panties, causing slight shock waves to travel throu gh my body. I gasp and he groans. “Fuck me, you are soaked.”

My response is another moan as I thrust my hips toward his touch, craving more press ure. “Ryder, please,” I plead breathlessly.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” He pushes my panties aside and runs two fingers throug h my wet flesh, skimming over my swollen clit before inserting a single finger inside of me.< /span>

“Oh god!” I cry out at the sweet invasion.

His groan is guttural. “Oh fuck, your pussy is as hot and tight as I remember it.” He beg ins pumping his finger in and out of me. “Look, baby. Look between us, watch what my finger is doin g to your sweet pussy.” I glance between our bodies, and the erotic sight has my inner walls cla mping down around his finger. The need for release becomes so fierce, so overwhelming, that I feel like my body is about to combust. 

K.C. Lynn has again broken my heart and then put it back together all over again. I seem to always find her books touch something special in my heart. Whether it's her brave heroes from the Men of Honor series.. calling to the Marine mom inside of me to this amazing love story. This story touched me at a very different level. Where I'm at now is so far from where I came from. A girl from the projects .. bullied and put down daily.. I had to learn to fight for everything. To being 16 and a mother.. trying to raise a young man. I learned this world is full of judgement and it was hard to be given a chance to prove who you are on the inside. In Emily and Ryder's story, it's a perfect portrayal of how class and money can corrupt even the people who you should be able to trust. 
This was a heartbreaking story that made me feel every emotion. But in true K.C. Lynn fashion she pulled my battered and bruised heart through to the other side. I saw two souls that fell in love overcome so many obstacles and truly find beauty and unconditional love. If we see inside a person.. and not the external packaging.. this world would be something precious indeed. Through Emily we saw how truly a person can fall in love with another from the inside out, from their soul to their skin.  
With Ryder we found that no matter what our past looks doesn’t keep us from conquering and creating our own destiny if we just never give up and always believe.
This wouldn't have been a true K. C. piece of art without the most possessive hero that she can give us. Ryder was perfect..amazing and just AWESOME. 

There were so many twists and turns that I was kept riveted and in awe. I adore this author for the sheer reason that she always makes me feel so strongly. She keeps her heroes true and her heroines strong enough to deal with all that a KC Lynn hero needs. If you read one book this year..that might just teach you something about how you see the world..this would be that book. KC Lynn is not just an author..she is a writer of EMOTION, BEAUTY and MAGIC. She pen's feelings! They flow right from the pages into your heart. Sheer perfection

K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She married her high school sweetheart and they have four amazing children: two lovely girls and a set of handsome twin boys. It wa s her love of romance books that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. When s he is not in her writing cave, pounding out new characters and stories, she can be found living between the pages of a book, meeting new tattooed, hot alpha males with very big...Hearts.

Release Blitz: EDEN (Eden series Book 1) by Georgia Le Carre @GeorgiaLeCarre

Book 1
Release Date: 31st January 2015

(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)

Haunted by memories of her brother’s death, and searching for answers, Lily Hart embarks on a career that takes her into a seedy underworld, where she is exposed to wealth, greed, lust and the reign of gorgeous, powerful, and dangerous men—one man in particular wreaks havoc on her emotions.

At thirty Jake Eden has everything: looks to die for, money, power and a never-ending line of twisted, fucked-up women willing to do anything to get with him. Love? Love was for pussies…until a woman with the stage name of ‘Jewel’ arrives on the scene. She alone is different from all the others.

Oozing pure, unadulterated sex, strong, intelligent and independent, she is everything he should stay away from, but she makes him itch to tame her and keep her for himself. 

Her lure is addictive and undeniable and soon he is hooked.

But when the line between betrayal and loyalty is put to test…

Will love be stronger than revenge?



Nooooooo,’ I howl, but there is gravel or grave soil in my throat, and nothing other than an ugly, dried-up rasp travels out of my mouth. My head shakes back and forth like a mindless wind-up toy. Even my body is denying the horror before my eyes. Without warning my knees buckle under me, and I find myself in a heap at the doorway of his flat. Frantically, I begin to crawl toward him, screaming, babbling.
I can’t lose him! Not him! Oh God, not him. Please. Not him.
Two feet away from his body and it occurs to me: this is just a nightmare. Of course it is. It has to be. Any moment now I’ll wake up. And the first thing I’ll do? Call him and tell him how much I have missed him, how much I love him.
I feel the floor scrape against my bare knees. It isn’t a nightmare. It is real.
We haven’t spoken for two weeks. I had exams and when I called his mobile, it went straight to voicemail… Shit excuse. I should have called again, I should have emailed. Why hadn’t I? I should have known.
I hunker down over his body, my pose ungainly, heavy, that of a suffering beast. My buttocks hit the floor and my legs fold up and cross under me. I press my fingers against my open mouth and stare at him. His lips and fingers are blue and the rest of him is ashen and still. He can’t be dead.
It can’t be real!
The stillness of a dead body is impossible to describe. And yet when you see it you refuse to believe it. You always think it is a trick. A mistake. A ploy… But a needle is embedded in his arm, which is blackened with the skin stretched and unreal. It looks as if it belongs elsewhere. That is not my brother’s arm. I know my brother’s arm as intimately as I know my own.
My breathing is shallow and trembling. I suck a huge burst of air into my lungs and pull the offending needle out. My stomach twists. It should never have entered his body in the first place. I throw the syringe away. It hits something and rolls on the wooden floor. It also leaves a tiny hole in my brother’s flesh that does not bleed. I swallow hard. My hands are shaking badly.
That means he didn’t suffer, a voice whispers in my head. He did not even have time to pull it out before he was gone to wherever it is he went to.
Oh God! He is nineteen. He can’t be gone.
CPR. I should give him CPR. There must be something I can still do. I grab his shoulders and try to drag him across my thighs, but his body is so heavy, so cold, and so stiff and foreign that my shocked hands fly away from his shoulders as if they have touched fire. I gaze at him as he lies unmoving. The blood that ran without rest during his short life has stilled within his veins. Everything has cooled and hardened. He is like a piece of wood.
With a sob of intolerable, indescribable anguish I reach for him and with every ounce of my might I drag his cold, dead weight toward me and lift it onto my lap. I touch the soft brown hair that flops across his forehead and it feels different. His scalp has hardened and changed the lie of his hair. I caress his hair, his face, his hands. Holding his head pressed against my stomach I close my eyes and begin to rock him the way a mother would comfort her distressed baby.
But there is no comfort—his head is a hard, unfamiliar weight and the action produces an odd thud made by his stiff hand repeatedly hitting the floor. I stop. In a daze I look down on his face.
His mouth is open, the tongue—a strange, dull color—is pushed against his teeth. Without the healthy sheen of saliva it looks gross. I try to close his mouth, but it is locked open. His eyes are not fully shut and through the slits I see the whites. I try to lift a lid to see once more the beautiful blue eyes I have known all my life.
If I could at least see that.
But his eyelids are glued shut. They will not budge. Tremors shoot through my hand as I still the gruesome desire to force his eyelid open. When we were young we used to lick the salt from each other’s skin. I am suddenly filled with the strange desire to lick his skin.
I put one hand under his head and the other under his neck and I put his head on the floor. Then I scoot backwards until I am on my hands and knees and my face is hovering inches away from his. My head moves downwards. My tongue comes out. Inches away a voice in my head urgently cries, ‘No.’
I stop and listen to peculiar silence around us. It is quieter than falling snow. On the table top I notice his fingerprints in the light layer of dust, and then something weird happens. For a second I clearly perceive myself not from inside my body but from outside, crouched over my dead brother, more animal than human. I recoil from the sight. And then the moment is gone and I lower my head and lick the last salt on the corpse’s skin.
It is the beginning of my descent into an unfamiliar territory. A place you might call madness.
I’m afraid my stay was excruciatingly long.

Georgia Le Carre

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.  
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Promo Post : Thrown to the Wolves (Black River Pack #3) by Rochelle Paige

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Thrown to the Wolves 3 (Black River Pack Series) 

by Rochelle Paige  

Annora Channing's entire world changes the moment she discovers she's a bear shifter. With mated wolves for parents, she should have been a wolf also. When the man she grew up thinking was her father realizes she isn't his daughter, he devises a plan to use her existence to his advantage in a way that will get her out from under his roof.

When her situation goes from bad to worse, Annora escapes but is badly injured in the process. Luckily, Elias Reve comes to her rescue while on his way to Wolf's Point and the daughter he lost years ago. With nowhere else to go and nobody to turn to, Annora joins him on his journey and ends up running smack-dab into the arms of her mate.

Parker Tate knows Annora is his the moment he lays eyes on her. When he manages to mate and mark her within hours of when they meet, he considers himself lucky. Then the trouble nipping at Annora's heels finds her and Parker realizes the path to claiming his mate won't be as easy as he thought - especially not with the bears involved.

This is book three in the Black River Pack series. Each novella features a different couple.;postID=9102009613855559883

The door had just started to close behind them, so I almost missed her dad’s next words. Thank fuck I didn’t though.
“Besides which, I left Annora at the table when I saw you pull up,” he explained. “Poor girl probably thinks I’ve abandoned her, and she’s still too sore to move quickly enough to catch up to me.”
“Annora,” I whispered in wonder.
My brain was catching up to my wolf as I grabbed the door and swung it open to catch up to them only to stop dead in my tracks. The scent that drifted to me was sweeter than anything I’d ever smelled before. Like cotton candy on a hot summer’s day.
Breathing deeply, I zeroed in on the curvy brunette sitting in the corner booth. She really was here. My mate.
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Crying Wolf (Black River Pack, #1)

Shoot For The Moon (Black River Pack, #2)

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I absolutely adore reading - always have and always will. My friends growing up used to tease me when I would trail after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. If I have downtime, odds are you will find me reading or writing.
I am the mother of two wonderful sons who have inspired me to chase my dream of being an author. I want them to learn from me that you can live your dream as long as you are willing to work for it.
When I told my mom that my new year's resolution was to self-publish a book in 2013, she pretty much told me "About time!"
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