Friday, July 24, 2015

BLOG TOUR Chasing Karma by C. Shell

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My name is Karma Gallo. If you’ve heard of me, I am sure you're remembering a story about a police raid, missing person report, or an FBI probe into my family. My father is a Chicago mob boss, and I’m his little principessa—the heir apparent with no life of my own. But in twelve days my life will change. College will do that to a girl. So will the frat boy and the bad boy—two panty-dampening guys throwing around the testosterone. They both want to help me with my panties, but what else do they want? And do I care? 

 I have loved books and romance novels since I was in high school. The happy endings and endless possibilities are alluring and addictive. I currently reside in Texas and when I am not thinking up my next bad-boy character I am working in the community rescuing dogs while being a wife and mother to my wonderful family.

I invite you to ask me any questions, keep up to date with my latest books and give me your feedback.

 “This is an enjoyable read with some hot, sizzling action between Karma and Travis. Really makes me wish I'd tried harder to go to university now!! Oh, the stuff I missed! Looking forward to Part Two!”

~Mandy, Picky Bitch’s Blog Reviews

 “Freaking brilliant! The hopeless romantic in me right now is swooning. I loved every single precious minute of this book! Romantic, funny, sexy, suspense glorious hot male that rules the roost. Hello baby! I had to be forced to put it down to do family every day stuff. lol C. Shell, please tell me I don’t have to wait long for Catching Karma. I don’t think my heart can take it! 5 huge stars! Hopeless romantics, you’re gonna love this one!”

~Tracy, Stephanie’s Book Reports

“Noooooo! I cannot wait for book 2, C. Shell. This is torturing me. I don’t think I can cope!”

~Stephanie’s Book Reports


 I need to get laid more. First day in my new place and I am already trying to hump the local eye candy. Down girl!
 He stares at me with interest. Once again, my internal alarm is warning me to be careful, so I nod yes, and keep my gaze on the building in front of us instead of looking up into his face
. With one arm looped around my waist, he takes on the majority of my weight while flinging my bag over his other shoulder. Once positioned, he helps me hobble across the street and into my building.

 Shooting out a few general directions while ignoring the quizzical stares from other students wandering in my corridor, he carefully deposits me in front of my dorm-room door. I take deep, steady breaths while gaining my balance, which is not easy to do, with the heat of his firm body pressed against mine. Several people scrutinize us as they pass by. No doubt, most are from females checking out Mr. Hot Stuff. The thought of them ogling him makes me pissy for reasons I refuse to acknowledge.
 Gripping the doorknob tight against my hand, I reach around and take my bag from—shit, what is his name? 

“You forgot to give me your name,” I say, breaking another of my dad’s rules, “Always know who you are dealing with and what their weakness is.” I am so glad I am on my own now. At least I am far enough away that he can’t watch my many failures. He would no doubt be disappointed in my lack of judgment. Mr. Cocky is back in full force as a smirk tips up from the corners of his lips. Handing me my bag, he bends down and places his mouth against the shell of my ear. I start to pull away, but stop as his arm encircles my waist and holds me immobile against his chest—the very chest I have been dying to feel. I was right; it is strong and taut, catching my attention.

Blog Tour The Dirty Anthology by Elena M. Reyes, N. Isabelle Blanco, & K.I. Lynn

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How dirty are you willing to get to attain the one you desire most? To own them?
Featuring three filthy tales from some of today’s hottest authors: K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco, and Elena M. Reyes
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Dirty Words Elena
Dirty Words by Elena M. Reyes
Devin Andrews had it all. Everything but the one woman he coveted.
He wanted her in the sickest of ways—yearned for those dirty words she used to entice him, drive him mad with hunger...need.
Taken from his rib to create perfection, he found love and the one woman born to be his.
How far will he go to take ownership of what’s always been his? To what cost?
Once with her, how do you seduce a woman you’ve never met?
You don’t. You just take.
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Dirty Words

It had been exactly one year to the day since I fell for the words my girl created. A year where I’d spent numerous hours contemplating ways to make her mine. Three hundred and sixty-five days consumed by every book she wrote. With each line my need and hunger grew, my devotion running so deep that I’d lost my goddamned head over her. Rationality was a novelty I no longer concerned myself with. She always claimed to have the best inspirations while taking a bath or shower. Was it because she was thinking of me? Was she picturing us together under the hot stream of water? She was a fan, after all. It was my face that my girl watched on the movie screen, and later confessed to being aroused by. I remember re-reading that one post on her wall over and over again. Discovering the effect I had on her was a high unlike any other. I made her heart stutter. I made her knees weak. I caused the wetness to pool between her thighs. Did she see those images as vividly as I did? Lucia had to have. No one could write such descriptive scenes without putting themselves within their words. My favorite, though, had to be the one time she had me fuck my counterpart in the shower. Fuck, do I remember that scene: “Jack, please,” Lesley begged as I continued to assault her neck with kisses, biting her hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth embedded in her skin. I wanted—no, needed, to mark her as my own. The fucking world had to accept that she was taken. “Baby, I need you,” she whimpered, “need to feel you inside me. Goddamned delicious stretch and fullness only you can…oh, fuck!” Lesley hissed out as my long and calloused fingers found her drenched, bare lips. I’d begun a slow rhythm of in and out, my palm coming in contact with her engorged clit and rubbing twice before pulling away. I was the one making the beautiful woman in my arms cry out in ecstasy one minute, and out in anger the next. According to her, I was responsible for all the dirty thoughts and words that led to the ruin of her favorite panties. They were my favorites now, as well. Lacy boy shorts had ruined me for all other types. My head was filled with images of those round mounds barely covered by the flimsy fabric. How it molded onto her skin and rode high as she walked. I wanted to tear them off with my teeth. I’d pull them down while my tongue would come out to taste every inch of skin my mouth uncovered. I wondered what would hit my tongue as I lay between her parted thighs and lapped at her core. She’d taste amazing too. Like an erotic mixture of fruits. Delicious.
Don't tease me, baby. Fuck me. Make me yours.” Lesley slammed her hands on the tiled wall while I toyed with her. Broke her down. I wanted her to bend to my will, become insane with lust. When I was through with her, she’d only see me. Feel me. Want me.

Elena M. reyes
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.  

  Systematic Siege  
Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1 by N. Isabelle Blanco
He was the player. The most popular guy in highschool. In other words, the stereotypical heartbreaker that every girl died for. She was one of the nerds. The outcast teased and shunned by the popular kids in school. In other words, him and his crew. He always wanted her, she just never knew it . . . In order to maintain his popularity, he buried those feelings deep, deep down in the pit of his miserable little soul. That is, until one night he lost control. They both did. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones that knew it. What his friends ended up doing with the knowledge would scar her for the next seven years of her life. And leave him wrecked, dealing with years of agony because he’d lost her. Highschool graduation came and went, and they never saw each other again. Now, seven years later, Andrew’s stepped in and taken his father’s place as CEO of his family’s company, Drevlow Systems, Inc. Along with the new position comes a host of perks . . . and a brand new systems genius working as the head of his company’s IT department. An IT genius that just happens to be the one woman he never forgot. She hasn’t forgotten him or his reputation either and she wants nothing to do with him. He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens. What ensues takes the term War of the Sexes to a whole new level. {Episode #1} Andrew is forced to face his past in a way he’d never expected. Or prepared for. Seven years. That’s how long he waited to find Lexi again. Seven years worth of memories. Fantasies that tormented his life, making it impossible for him to move on. Seven years worth of guilt for what he’d inadvertently allowed to happen. He had it all planned out, every step of the epic-groveling he knew he’d have to do. His plan was absolutely perfect. Genius, actually. Then he walked into his company’s IT department and seen the same big, blue-gray eyes that had haunted him for years . . . Glaring at him from behind familiar, black-framed glasses. And Andrew knew, right then, without a doubt . . . That his plan wasn’t worth sh*t.
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For years, I’d watched my old friend from afar, missing her. Knowing what my father had done to her family. I’d just wanted to have the right to talk to her again. When that aforementioned opportunity popped up, no preternatural, Zeus-gifted willpower could have stopped me from taking it. The door creaks open out in the hall. “Andrew?” God—Nature—whatever the fuck is out there—what the hell did you do when you allowed that girl to come into existence? Ungh, that voice. I freeze on the spot, eyes closing. Hating and savoring the heat that drums through my veins, pounding its way straight to my cock. Her voice is how I imagine an ancient sex goddess’ voice would’ve been. If this is how the ancient Sumerians imagined that Inanna’s voice sounded, no wonder man eventually rose up and obliterated her legend. No female, even a mythical one, should be allowed to have so much control over man. It’s not an exaggeration, either. Every fucker at school goes glossy-eyed whenever Lexi so much as hums near them. The perfect soft rasp; the epitome of the term “sex voice”. Every time she says my name, I die a little more inside. “Andrew?” Shit. I need to hear her moan for me—don’t care if it ends up being the death of me—and I can’t fucking have it. One day I’m going to snap and take it anyway. “Andrew, are you here?” I clear my throat, sitting down on the sofa as fast as I can. My text book gets positioned just right, so that it covers my aching hard-on. “Yeah. I’m in here.” Jesus, talk about rasps. My voice is straight up laden with sex. I clear my throat again. Three deep breaths, and I convince myself that I’m ready to face her. That, although my dick still throbs to the beat of her name, I’m well on my way to getting my reaction under control. She stops in front of the door. My entire world grinds to a halt. Jesus. Air . . . Can’t breathe . . . Motherfuck, this hurts. My. Fucking. God. Son of a bitch. Shit, I think I’m wheezing. Legs. Those breasts. That hair. The eyes. Red lips. Lexi all dolled-up—no, fuck that, sexed-up. Like I’ve never seen her before. It’s the hardest blow of my life. And, it’s the exact moment in time I realize that girl has to be mine. Whatever it takes. Whatever it ends up costing me. Mine.

N. Isabelle Blanco
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world. N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

Tempt by K.I. Lynn
Tempt: To entice or attempt to entice someone to do something that they find attractive but know to be wrong.
Thirty-three year old, Dean Sampson knows all about being tempted. He can’t stop fantasizing about his intern, Alyssa Lockley. He’s counting down the days until she’s gone and out of his life.
It’s not that he doesn’t want her—he’s so consumed by his desperate want that he can barely function—but there’s more than one problem keeping him from taking her and being his intern isn’t one of them.
His co-worker and best friend, is her protective big brother. He’s going through a horrid divorce. Alyssa is only nineteen years old.
The result spells disaster for Dean.
Will he take the apple from his Eve and succumb to her temptation?
A short erotic novella
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  “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be begging for?” Her overly seductive tone makes my eyes fly open. Stunned, I grab her hands without thinking, halting her movements, and pull her in front of me. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth. The demon is showing through, the little bit of naughty in my innocent looking temptation. “Miss Lockley,” I begin, clearing my throat as I adjust my position to try and hide the bulge that she creates, “that sounded like a proposition of sorts. Do I need to remind you I’m not only fourteen years older than you, but also your boss?” My hands are aching to grab hold of her. She doesn’t understand what she does to me, and her little show has me ready to push her up against the window so everyone who passes by can see my cock disappear between her thighs. Pink spreads across her cheeks and down her chest. I’m seconds away from pinning her down like a wild beast—an idea which excites me to no end. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sampson, I was just trying to lighten your mood,” she says, and for some reason her response rubs me the wrong way. I stand, upset now that she’s played with me, and not in the way I want her to. Her body moves back to give me space, but my hand shoots out and grabs her arm, pulling her to me. “It’s not nice to tease a man like that,” I say harshly. “We’re not like the boys you’re used to. It angers us, and many will go ahead and take what you’re offering.” I lean forward and run my nose up her neck, resisting the urge to taste her. My lips are so close to her ear as I whisper, “Don’t tempt me My tongue pushes into her mouth, tasting her. She’s fucking divine and I lose it, turning her and pushing her against the edge of my desk. My hips rock against her, showing her just what she’s doing to me when my hard cock digs into her stomach. I want her. I have to have her. A strong knock on my door make me freeze. “Dean, you got a minute?” Cooper calls. My blood runs cold. “Fuck.” In a frantic I-have-to-hide-her move, I grab Alyssa’s arm and push her down to the space under my desk. The click and thump of the door opening makes her eyes wide as she looks up at me, but she remains silent as I move the chair forward. anymore, Alyssa, or you may regret it.” To make sure she gets the point, I caress up and down her arms, my lips ghosting across the delicate curve of her neck. A gasp escapes her plump lips while her hand clenches hold of my lapel. “Dean.” Fuck, the way she says my name is torture. She feels so good in my arms that I don’t think I can stop myself, and I find my lips trailing along her jaw toward her luscious mouth. I press my lips to hers, doing what I’ve wanted to for over a month, since she first sauntered in here.
“Come on in.” I smooth my hair with one hand while the other pulls open the file cabinet next to me in an attempt to look like I am doing something constructive. The open drawer also hides Alyssa’s form better.

KI Lynn 
 K.I. Lynn spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about. Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.


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Release Blitz Pure Lust, Book 4 by M.S. Parker & Cassie Wild

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It was almost here. My wedding day. The happiest day of my life. Or at least that's what it should have been, but when Cody brought news that something bad had happened to Edward, I felt my world crashing down.
Twenty-two year-old Gabriella Baine is just about to get her happily ever after with her very own rich and handsome Prince Charming, Edward Bouvier, despite his mother's attempts to tear them apart. Now, with the news that Edward's life is in danger, Gabriella knows that she could lose everything. Will this be the end, or only the beginning?
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M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection. Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance. Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn't retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars. When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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Cassie Wild loves romance. Ever since she was eight years old she's been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels. When M.S. Parker approached her about co-authoring Serving HIM series, it didn't take Cassie many second to say a big yes!! Serving HIM is only the beginning to the collaboration between M.S. Parker and Cassie Wild. Another series is already in the planning stages.
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Blog Tour Finding Immortal by E L Wicker

Finding Immortal
(Bearwood Series Book Two)
by E.L. Wicker
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After losing the love of her life, Ilia Rose will do anything to feel Nathaniel’s presence, even if it means freezing or drinking copious amounts of alcohol.

When she learns that Alex is tracking down the remnants of Sol’s army to deliver his own style of justice, she rushes off to find him.

On an alcohol induced killing spree, Ilia and Alex receive information that sends their hopes soaring, thus beginning a race to discover the truth about Nathaniel’s death.

Unfortunately, for Ilia, the truth may prove far more dangerous than any enemy she has ever faced.

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E.L. Wicker lives in Hampshire, England, with her husband and two daughters. Her debut book, Fractured Immortal, was released in December 2014, and in June 2015 was short listed for a Self published and Small press award. She is a regular contributor to YATopia, Whiskey, Wine, and Writing, as well as a co-host for the Whiskey, Wine, and Writing web show. E.L. Wicker is a New Adult junkie, with a stack of NA books a mile high on her TBR list and a stack that could possibly stretch to the moon in her already read list. You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, and her blog. She also regularly sets up new blogs and designs logos and banners for people at no cost.