Radical Reads Book Blog: 11/03/15

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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In recognition of November being Alzheimer Awareness Month, this Limited Edition boxed set is being released, with 100% of the proceeds going to the Alzheimer's Foundation to search for the cure! This set includes both books in the Limbo Series: Silent Whisper and Clouds in my Coffee. Having traveled along on my father's seven year journey with Alzheimer's Disease, I have shared my personal story of what it was like up until the end.

Silent Whisper - Parrish Locke, a 27 year-old fashion model never expected her life would be forever changed on that dark, snowy winter night when her car spun off the road and into a cemetery in Chester, WV. She meets someone in that cemetery that awakens Parrish to a gift that she has, and thus begins their journey back to the 1980's where some unfinished business awaits them!

Clouds in my Coffee - Parrish Locke never in her wildest dreams thought spending some quality time at her father's ski resort in Park City Utah would present the opportunity for her to use her gift to help a stalled soul nearby! Enter the smokin' hot Marco Trevani Jr., and a cameo appearance by BAU Agent Taz Matthews who will help Parrish uncover the truth on a decades old murder! There's mystery, romance, suspense and laughter when one relationship fizzles and another one sizzles!

Adult Content. 18+

Andrea Smith is a USA Today Best-Selling Author.

She self-publishes Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Sensual Romance with a paranormal twist. She also writes New Adult Romance under the pseudonym of Graysen Blue.

Here is a listing of her published fiction to date:

Baby Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)

Maybe Baby

Baby Love

Be My Baby

Baby Come Back (Novella)

G-Man Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)

Diamond Girl

Love Plus One

Night Moves

G-Men Holiday Wrap (Novella)

These Men (Spin-off) Part of the BEND anthology.

Taz

Past Tense Future Perfect (Baby Series Boxed Set trilogy, e-book only.)

Limbo Series (Contemporary Steamy Romance w/paranormal edge)

Silent Whisper

Clouds in my Coffee

September Series (New Adult)

Sins of September

When September Ends

M/M Romance

Black Balled (Co-Authored with Eva LeNoir)

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November is Alzheimer’s Awareness Month, but one month out of twelve is not enough. We all need to be aware of this hideous disease because it will touch someone in your life eventually if it hasn’t already.

That is simply the sad truth. Let’s not allow it to take the decades it took for Breast Cancer Awareness to happen – let’s demand a cure sooner! If you would like to make your own personal donation, please send a check or a money order to:

Alzheimer's Foundation of America, 322 Eighth Ave., 7th fl., New York, NY 10001.

To make a credit card donation by phone, here is the number: Call 1-866-AFA-8484 (1-866-232-8484) and make a credit card donation. Your donations are tax deductible!

In the U.K., here is the address for mailing in your donation. Cheques or postal orders should be made payable to 'Alzheimer's Society' and sent to FREEPOST RTLT-SSCX-RZUA
Alzheimer's Society, Scott Lodge, Scott Road, Plymouth, PL2 3DU.

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Book Tour Hard Beat by K. Bromberg + Mystery Giveaway

Meet Tanner & Beaux in HARD BEAT - the newest stand alone in the

Driven Series by K. Bromberg!

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Cover & Book Summary

From the New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Ache comes a blistering new novel filled with danger, secrecy, and a desire that can’t be sated…

Foreign war correspondent Tanner Thomas is addicted to living on the edge. Needing the adrenaline rush of his job to help him cope with a personal loss, he throws himself back into the game, concentrating all his energy on getting the next big story. But when he meets his new photojournalist, Beaux Croslyn, he can’t help but feel like he’s losing his focus—and maybe risking more…

With secrets she won’t address, Beaux is far from your ordinary woman. Determined to keep her distance, she’s willing to pull Tanner in closer and hide behind the sparks flying between them. But as Beaux’s past begins to put their relationship—and their lives—at risk, Tanner’s determination to find the truth puts them both in jeopardy.

He's ready to chase her to the ends of the earth to find out if what they had was real, or if the danger surrounding them was just an exquisite heat fated to burn out….

Excerpt

The tension in the car between us thickens. The current of desire is so palpable, I feel like it kick-starts my heart every other beat. I blow out a breath as the elevator ascends, Beaux shifting her feet beside me.

“Did I do something wrong?”

I snort. Fuck, yes. But where do I even begin to explain? You made me want you? You made me worry when I told myself I wasn’t going to put myself in that situation ever again? You fucking don’t ever listen about not going off on your own? I want you so goddamn bad right now that the desire is so sharp, it’s painful.

The elevator dings, and I stride off the car to her door without looking back to see if she’s following. My body just knows she is.

It takes her a moment to fumble with her bag, get her room key out, and open her door, all the while casting curious glances my way.

“Put the camera down,” I order the minute we’re inside the door and it’s shut.

“What is your problem—?” she asks, but the question is cut off the second the camera strap leaves her hand, my body crashing into hers and pushing her up against the wall behind her. My lips find hers instantly.

It takes her a millisecond for the shock to fade and for her to respond, but once she does, we meet in a savage union of frenzied hands gripping, mouths taking, bodies begging to join in every way possible.

Beaux weaves her fingers in my hair and holds tight as she tears her mouth momentarily from mine. “I thought you were pissed at me.”

I kiss her fiercely, all tongue and teeth and possession, before I respond. “I’m furious. But I want you more.” It’s as true a statement as I’ve ever given, the moment stripping away any superfluous words. “You came back to me.”

“I’ll always come back to you,” she says, her voice breathless but resolute.

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.

On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced (releasing 1/11/16)), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat (releasing 11/3/15), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently working on new projects and a few surprises for her readers.

She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.

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Release Blitz - Awakened by Lacey Roberts + GIVEAWAY

Title: Awakened

Author: Lacey Roberts

Genre: Erotic Romance/Menage

Release Date: November 3, 2015

Blurb

Phoebe had been betrayed by her long time lover. Her life was falling apart until she met Lincoln and Alistair.

Two men very much in love. With each other!

They taught her what it was to be loved, cherished, adored.

But, how will they survive when tragedy strikes?

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Excerpt

Phoebe Rogers slouched at her desk and glared at the pictures on her computer. Images of Callum, her scumbag boyfriend, and a tall, shapely, blonde haired woman filled the screen. They were kissing, holding hands and gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes. Another image of them both staring straight at the camera, mocked her.

How could he have done this? Only two days before they had been discussing a romantic holiday to one of the islands. He’d been crooning sweet words into her ears while fucking her senseless, and behind her back he’d also been screwing this bitch! Phoebe had no idea who the woman was or who had sent the images to her. The only thing she was sure of was that five years of her life had gone down the drain. No wonder the bastard wouldn’t discuss marriage.

Anger mingled with sadness at her loss but she would face it with her shoulders pulled back and her well-endowed chest pushed out. Like she did everything in her life. Like her Army Sargent father had always demanded. There had never been any tolerance for ‘childish tears and tantrums’ in her parents’ house. “Face it head on,” her father had barked at her on more than one occasion. She’d never received the hugs she craved when she was hurt. “Wouldn’t do for a soldier to be seen to be soft,” her father’s voice echoed in her mind.

Phoebe shut down her computer, gathered her purse, files from her desk and strode with purpose to the suite of offices where her bosses worked. They were brothers and co-owners of the legal firm. David and Tony Allen were bent over a desk examining papers and discussing a case in David’s office. Phoebe knocked on the door frame and both men stopped what they were doing and glanced up.

David, a tall, slender man with black hair was the elder brother. He noted the purse and files in her arms before checking his watch. “What can we do for you Phoebe?”

“David, I need to lodge these files at the courthouse and I was hoping I might be able to head home a bit earlier.” To her dismay, her voice shook with emotion. I will not cry, I will not cry. Tears pooled and burned in her eyes as she struggled not to set them free.

David didn’t miss the glazed, watery appearance of her eyes and he heard the distress as she spoke. He knew her well, she had been with them since the beginning and he had never seen her upset. He was worried as he moved towards her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Is everything okay?” he asked gently.

On hearing David’s words, Tony, shorter than his older brother and with brown hair streaked with grey, left the papers he’d gone back to studying and straightened. Moving closer to her, he could clearly see something had upset her. “Phoebe, what’s happened?” he asked.

The concern shown by the brothers was the catalyst that flung her over the edge. Tears streamed from her eyes, her shoulders shook.

Both men moved to her side. David handed her a tissue he’d pulled from a box on the desk.

“Come and sit down,” Tony urged. She allowed herself to be guided to a corner of the office where four chairs were arranged around a small, round table. She plonked herself down in a chair and dropped her purse and the files on the table. She dabbed at her eyes before blowing her nose.

David and Tony sat in chairs flanking her. They waited patiently, without speaking while she composed herself.

“I just found out that Callum has been having an affair.” A fresh wave of tears washed over her face.

“Asshole,” Tony muttered

Author Bio

Lacey Roberts is the pen name I chose when I began writing Erotic Romance.

I grew up in Sydney but now live in sunny Queensland where I spend my days walking my dogs, reading and writing.

Married for 41 years, my husband and I also enjoy a great deal of travel.

We have just returned from visiting author friends in the US and gathering some great info for future books.

I hope you enjoy my latest release.

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Release Blitz Ex-Con by M.S. Parker & Shiloh Walker

I was an ex-con. A convicted killer. And I knew that’s all anyone would ever see me as. At least I thought so…until I met her…

When recent parolee Bobby Cantrell loses yet another job, he resigns himself to the usual struggle of finding a place willing to take a chance on someone with his past. Then, without warning, a gorgeous blonde careens into his life and everything changes.

Carly Prince. Gorgeous. Untouchable. Everything Bobby could ever want and knows he can never have.

Except, maybe, he’s finally found someone who sees the good inside him, something even he can’t see.

What he can’t do, however, is escape from his past. A past that now threatens to destroy the new life he’s building for himself…and threatens people he’s come to care about. Can he save them, or will he have more blood on his hands?

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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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Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more…ah…serious works of fiction. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under her penname, J.C. Daniels.

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Blurb

The Truth About Faking

Jason just wants a date with Harley.

Harley just wants a date with Trent.

Trent's still getting over Stephanie.

When Harley and Jason decide to fake date, they uncover a school of deceptions. Trent's got a secret, but so does Jason. And the more time Harley spends secretly kissing her fake boyfriend, the further she gets from her dreams with Trent.

Worst of all, Harley's mom is getting cozy with her hot massage therapy student, and even Harley's Reverend Dad can't fake not being bothered by it. But when the masks finally come off, can everyone handle the real truth?

THE TRUTH ABOUT FAKING

By Leigh Talbert Moore

Excerpt

Harley

It all started last summer at cheerleading tryouts. I don’t count sophomore year when I was completely invisible—at least I hope I was.

No, it was a week before school started, and I’d just gotten my braces off. Shelly had insisted I try out with her, so we were all at the gym. The boys—Trent included—had been playing basketball on the half-court until Coach Taylor sent them outside. They’d pretended to be pissed, but we knew they were really there checking out the new recruits.

My turn went okay. I did some easy cheers, and then came the jumps portion. I did The Banana, and Stephanie nearly squirted cherry Icee through her nose.

Meg leaned over and giggled, “What was that?” under her breath, and Stephanie shouted “Next!” like it had been some sort of Broadway show from which I’d just been cut.

I kept my head down as I walked off the court, hoping my ponytail would hide my burning cheeks. I bit my lip, doing my best not to cry.

Usually I’m not so weak, but that had been about as humiliating as my stupid non-jump. I sat on the metal bleachers staring at my shoes until finally I grabbed my bag and decided to leave.

I’d just opened the metal door when WHAM!

Next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with my head in somebody’s lap. A voice was saying something, and my eyes flickered open. The sun was shining right in my face, and the first thing I was able to make out was… lavender.

Trent’s head was inches from mine. My stomach flipped, and I bumped our noses as I tried to sit up.

“Hey,” he laughed, leaning back. “Harley, right? Can you stand up?”

“What?” I tried to stand, but my head felt like I’d run into a brick wall. I caught his shoulder. It felt really nice and firm.

“You ran into a brick wall,” he said. “Sort of. David had just thrown the ball, and I missed it. It kind of knocked you out.”

I reached up to touch my forehead, and as he helped me up, my face went into his chest where I caught a deep breath of the woodsy boy-smell coming off him. For a head injury, this could be worse.

“I was knocked out?” I timidly looked up at him, and he smiled.

The sun was shining all golden behind his head, and it made him look like a knight. Or one of those hot angels. Just then Shelly came outside.

“There you are. Sorry, just got my—what happened!?”

“Basketball hit her in the head,” Trent said.

I wanted to die. What a dork!

“I think she hit her head on the wall,” he continued. “She might need to go to Urgent Care.”

“Oh my god!” Shelly cried. “Bring her inside. I’ll get Coach Taylor.”

“I’m okay,” I said. My knees were wobbly, but I couldn’t tell if it was my head or Trent’s arm tight around my waist. He was holding my hand even.

Shelly held the metal door open, and next thing I knew, David had joined us.

“Hey, Harley, I’m really sorry.” He caught my other arm, and I felt Trent’s grip loosen. David’s dark head was in the shadow of the gym, and he was definitely not an angel. Go away, David.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to smile and scoot back toward Trent. “Really, I’m fine.”

“I can drive her to the doctor,” Shelly said. I tried to give her my most discouraging look. Just then Stephanie joined the mob.

“What’s up? Harley? Are you okay?”

“We’re taking her to Coach Taylor,” Shelly said.

“What happened?”

“Harley might have a concussion,” David said like it was the most exciting thing to happen all summer.

David was distracted by Stephanie, and I leaned on Trent’s arm. He caught my waist again and smiled, and everything turned perfect. The humiliation of tryouts, the humiliation of being beaned in the head with a basketball, none of it mattered as I stood there with Trent’s arm tight around me.

Until Coach Taylor showed up and ruined it.

She took me away and led me to the bleachers. Then she started shining her tiny flashlight in my eyes. “Do you feel sleepy? Like you might vomit?”

Nice. I shook my head, and David started bouncing the dumb ball again. Coach Taylor shouted for all the boys to get back outside and told me to sit where she could keep her eye on me. I watched the guys leave, and just as Trent was going through the door, he stopped and glanced back. It was because he wanted to stay with me, I was sure, and I tried to catch his eye. David shoved him through the opening before he saw me, and I sighed, turning back to the court. Stephanie was watching, but she quickly flicked her attention back to her sheet and called the next name.

As I rested on the bleachers, everything felt sort of soft and glowy. It seemed like music was playing somewhere—and not because of my head injury. It was because I knew Trent was The One, my hero. I tried to remember if I’d thanked him, but it didn’t matter. I was sure he’d ask me out.

A week later we all started junior year, and the next time I saw Trent, he was walking down the hall holding hands with Stephanie.