Thursday, February 2, 2017

Cover Reveal ~ Twisted Beauty by Kristen Flood



Cover Reveal ~ Twisted Beauty ~  Kristen Flood  
Author ~ Kristen Flood  
 Book ~ Twisted Beauty 
Event Date - 2nd February
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The cover was painted by Jessicca Boyer, my favorite illustrator. She also did the illustrations in my poetry book, The Museum: A collection of Dark Poetry.




THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN LOSING EVERYTHING . . . 

IS FORGETTING WHAT YOU LOST. 


KRISTEN FLOOD, 
author of Seeking Incandescence and The Museum, pens a riveting adult romance with a poignant examination of love, identity, and forgiveness. 

THE BEAST 
Once the powerful prince of Renol, William is a shell of the man he once was. Living under the curse of a powerful witch, William has spent 100 years making deals on her behalf and mourning the loss of his first love. 

THE BEAUTY 
Belle has spent her life confined within the limits of her city, Paylor, and is now bound to a man she does not love. When she dares to venture outside the city's gates in search of something she's lost, she finds more than she ever expected. 

As Belle and William embark on a journey of love and mourning, passion and forgiveness, they discover that sometimes what we lose isn't as important as what we find.










Kristen Flood is a YA science fiction author and poet. At twenty-two, Kristen published her first book, 
The Museum: A Collection of Dark Poetry. Now twenty-three, she has released her second book, Seeking Incandescence. Kristen lives in Missouri with her husband and son. 
When she’s not writing or chasing her toddler she spends her time cramming for tests and turning in assignments, last minute at the University of Missouri St.

 Louis. Kristen plans to release two books this year but until then she is just trying to get through finals.





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COVER REVEAL - Redeemed by Maria Vickers @mvauthor

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Title: Redeemed (Love Seekers #2)
Author: Maria Vickers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: T.E. Black Designs
Release date: 3/17/2017

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✨ Blurb ✨


Chad Alexander is a playboy that leads a life full of comfort, ease, and fun. With enough women at his beck and call to keep him from getting bored, he doesn’t understand why there is one woman constantly on his mind. She infuriates him, gets under his skin, and makes him desire her more than any other woman he has ever known. He loathes Rayne for the way she treats people she thinks are beneath her. In fact, he wants to teach her a lesson that will leave a lasting impression on her. But when it’s all said and done, why can’t he leave behind the one woman he can’t stand?
Rayne Sampson is a beautiful woman who has men throwing themselves at her feet with one bat of her eyelashes. She is a woman that men write sonnets about, but she isn’t happy. Disgusted by her brother’s new wife, Rayne refuses to accept Emma in her life. Rayne knows that Chad has it out for her, however, she’s decided she’ll be the one teaching the lesson this time. Can she ignore the way her body yearns for his touch long enough to prove her point?
Fighting each other, the passion between them ignites, leaving them both burning. Will they survive “the lesson” Chad sets out to teach her? Or will they both be incinerated before they reach the end of the line?
Sometimes facing defeat is the only way to find yourself redeemed.
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Exposed (Love Seekers Book #1)

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✨ Blurb ✨


Your twenties are supposed to be some of the best, and certainly the most fun of your life, but for Emma Taylor, turning twenty-five brought her world crashing down around her. Four years after being diagnosed with a debilitating disease, her love life is non-existent. A series of failed blind dates–courtesy of her friends–has left her feeling depressed and defeated. Intent on turning to her best friend for a vent session, Emma sends off a rapid-fire instant message, except her message ends up in someone else's inbox. The inbox of hot Navy pilot, Bryan Sampson–her friend Mel’s best friend, and Emma's secret crush.
Bryan Sampson has only met Emma Taylor one time during a night of karaoke while on leave, but in one night, she managed to make an impression. She seemed timid and uncomfortable in her own skin, but underneath it all, he could see how strong she had to be in order to cope with her disease. So when her message catches his eye, he opens it without a second thought and realizes almost immediately it isn’t intended for him. Now that he’s read it, though, he can’t turn his back on her and feels duty bound to help the cause. Besides, what else is he supposed to do with his free time? He vows he will help her find love never suspecting that the more he talks to her, the more he finds out about himself…the more she occupies his thoughts.
Emma is determined to face her demons thanks to Bryan's encouragement, but little by little she begins falling harder for the one person who isn't ashamed of her or her disease. Can she put her heart on the line and take the risk? Can she convince Bryan that love, her love, is worth it?
Sometimes all it takes is one person to expose the beauty within.
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✨ About the Author ✨



Maria Vickers currently lives in St. Louis, MO with her pug, Spencer Tracy. She has always had a passion for writing and after she became disabled, she decided to use writing as her escape. She has one novel published now and will be publishing her second novel in September 2016.

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Life is about what you make of it. You have to live it to the fullest no matter the circumstances.
I have always loved books. Not only creating the stories but reading them as well. Books transport me, and when I was younger, I would run into walls because I refused to put my books down even for a second. Take note, walking with books is not advised. LOL.
With my books, I just want to share my stories with the world. I want others to be transported or to feel the emotions my characters feel. That is my goal with my writing. If I can do that for one person, I succeeded.
Getting sick changed me and my life, but it also opened doors that I thought were closed. Today, even though I cannot do much, I still have my mind and I can write.

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Blog Tour - Pieces of Heaven by Natasha Madison @NatashaMAuthor



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I didn’t want this life.

But sometimes you’re forced to make the best of the crappy hand you’ve been dealt. I wanted to teach my daughter that. No matter what happens you face your problems head-on.

Never cower. Never give up.

Then someone took her and I had to put my faith in a system that had failed me, and my hope in a man I didn’t know.

Serve. Honor. Protect, are the only things I’ve ever cared about until her case was dropped on my desk. As we searched for her missing daughter, the last woman I thought I’d fall in love with became my reason for living.

Then the world came crashing down around us.

One secret would change everything, but I had one more hand to be dealt. And if I played my cards right, maybe, just maybe we’d get our piece of heaven.




Chapter Fourteen
Mick

I stand back and watch Marissa do her thing. As soon as we got back to her place, she went straight into Lori’s room. She walked around, inspecting things, checking to see if anything was out of place. I can see how much she hopes for this search to be different, for things to be out of place. Her shoulders droop in disappointment when she realizes that everything is exactly as it was the last time she checked. Watching that hope in her eyes quickly fade back to sorrow guts me.
Looking up at me with tears brimming in her eyes, she quietly says, “She hasn’t come back yet.”

“I’m going to get her back to you.” It’s not like we haven’t been trying, it’s just been one dead end after another. One minute we think we have something, only for it to turn out to be nothing. She nods her head.

“I’m going to change and then we can go,” she says as she walks past me, leaving me in the room by myself.
I walk around, taking in all the little ‘booby traps’ that she set up. The scotch tape on the drawers, the picture frames with strings attached to them, all in the hopes that she’ll come home and realize that Lori had been there. I can’t even imagine what that constant level of worry and devastation would do to me. I never really thought that I would be the kind of man who cared so much about children, but Lilah changed that for me. She really is the perfect kid.

Walking the room once more, I notice that her clothes haven’t been washed. She doesn’t want to touch anything. I’m about to sit on the bed and see if maybe there is something here that we’ve missed when she walks into the room.

“I’m ready,” she tells me, and I take in her outfit. Gone is the skirt she wore to work, and in its place are tight blue jeans that mold to her body with a bulky sweater that gathers at her waist. The look is finished with a pair of black Chucks. Her hair is tied high on her head in a ponytail, and her makeup free face makes her look like she’s a teenager herself.

“Can I say something before we leave?” I ask her, waiting for her nod. “We get out there, the minute I feel something isn’t safe, I’m stepping in. I don’t want you to get all huffy and puffy. I need you to trust me, trust my instincts and my experience. I want to find something that leads us to Lori just as much as you do, but I’ll do it without compromising your safety.” The minute I say that, her head cocks to the side, and she crosses her arms over her chest. I don’t give her a chance to give me attitude before I continue. “You get me?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I have no doubt that you can, Marissa, but now you have me to help with that. So just give me this, yeah?” The question hangs in the air for a couple of minutes before she finally gives in.
“Fine, I’ll give you this,” she says. “But you can’t scare these people off. If you go into cop mode with them, they won’t talk.”

I walk to her, grabbing her face in my hands. “We are going to get her back. I promise you.”
She nods her head as I lean down and kiss her lips. I was going for a soft kiss, but the minute she leans into me, my body takes over. One arm wraps around her waist as my mouth opens to tangle her tongue with mine. Our tongues dance together, both of us trying to get the upper hand over the other.
She pulls back from me and breathlessly says, “We should go.” She licks her lips before walking to her purse and pulling out two pictures along with her keys.
“Ready.” I follow her out the door, watching as she locks it.

We walk out of her building, and I guide her to my car with a hand on her lower back as I take in our surroundings, making sure that no one is watching us. I hate that she lives here, but I know that she isn’t going anywhere till Lori comes back. I don’t even have to ask her to know that if Lori never came back, she would stay there her whole life waiting, just in case. But I make a mental note to discuss it with her when I bring Lori back.

“Where to first?” I ask her while starting the car and merging into traffic.

“I usually start at the soup kitchen down on 5th Street. If there aren’t that many people there, I go to the homeless shelter down the street before doubling back to the soup kitchen. After that, I go to the alley behind the bodega on 7th Avenue—”
The second she says it, I lose my shit.

“Are you fucking telling me that you’ve been down to pier warehouse next to the alley near the bodega? By yourself? AT NIGHT?” The thought of her down there at night by herself sends chills down my spine. Homeless men, women, and junkies gather there, many of them getting drunk or high. It’s fucking dangerous down there, even for me, and I’m a fucking cop with a weapon and experience. I get that she’s worried and feels like she has to do something, anything, to help bring her daughter home, but I am furious that she is so reckless with her safety. I need to take a few calming breaths so I don’t lash out at her.

“What if one of them saw her? What if she was there? I have to do what I have to do. If you have an issue with this, maybe you should just drop me off so I can get what I need to do done.” She continues, “You think this is the first time I’ve done this? I’ve been on these streets every day since she left. I don’t have enough energy left in me to argue with you right now. So are you driving me or not?”

I don’t answer her. I’m still deep breathing. Instead, I start making a list in my head. Change the lock on her front door, follow up on Lori’s Facebook page, and investigate all of her friends, turn her ass pink before fucking her raw. My mind lingers on that last item on my to-do list. Thoughts of her lying across my lap, her ass in the air, pink from my hand, and her drenched pussy ready and waiting for me has my cock springing to life and throbbing in my pants.

“Okay, Mick, just spit it out. What’s on your mind right now?” she asks as she turns her body in her seat toward me.

“Honestly?” I ask her, not sure she really wants to know. She glares at me, her eyes practically shooting daggers at me. “I was thinking a couple of things. First, I need to change the lock on your door. It can be picked open easily with a spoon, that’s how weak it is. Then I was thinking about digging deeper into Lori’s Facebook friends. Finally, I was thinking about how pink I’m going to turn your ass if you ever go back down there without me again.” I pin her with my own glare before I turn my eyes back to the road.

“Turn my ass pink?”

“Turn your ass pink. With you laid across my lap, I’ll use my hand to turn that perfect little ass a pretty shade of pink.” I stop at a red light and assess her. A second more and I would have missed the pink of her cheeks, the hitch of her breath, the way she pressed her legs together tight. “Right before I fuck you,” I say, and even I can hear the huskiness in my voice.

“I haven’t had sex since Lori’s dad left,” she says without meeting my eyes. My mouth hangs open as she continues, “Which was a long, long time ago.”
I don’t say anything because I hear a honk behind me. Looking up, I see that the light has changed to green.
“Just so you know, if you thought that I slept around, I don’t.” The last part is whispered softly as she turns in her seat again to stare out the window.

I pull over into an empty parking lot, reach over to unbuckle her seat belt, and pull her into my lap. “Look at me, Marissa, and hear what I’m saying. I was a dick when I first met you.”
She places her hands on my chest, her thumbs stroking it gently.
“I can’t take that back, but what I can promise is that I will always treat you with respect. I will treat you like a queen, my queen, because that is what you deserve. You deserve that and so much more.” I kiss her on the tip of her nose. “Let me in, Marissa,” I ask her quietly, holding my breath as my heart pounds so loudly, I’m certain she can hear it. “Let me in, baby, so I can do all of that for you and more.”

“Lori is my life. The reason I never dated was because I didn’t want her to see a revolving door of men. I wanted her to know that love is special and something worth waiting for. Something that should be cherished if you’ve been lucky enough to find it. But mostly I wanted her to know that she came first, always. She’s my baby even though she’s almost an adult. So I can only tell you that I will try, but I can’t make you promises till she comes home. Till I hold her in my arms again. I can’t let you into my heart because it’s shattered. It’s in pieces and the longer I’m without her, the harder it will be to put the pieces back together. Because you, Mick, you deserve my whole heart, and I can’t give that to you yet.”

“Let me be there for you, Marissa. Let me hold your hand, let me hold you, let me guard the pieces of your heart till she comes back. I’ll take them, one piece at a time, until I have the whole thing.”

She doesn’t say anything else to me, just rests her cheek on my chest and nods. She pulls back and kisses me on the nose. “Can we please go and see what we can find out about my girl?” She climbs back into her seat and buckles her seat belt. “Chop chop! Let’s go, Moro!”

I let out a laugh, feeling lighter than I have in a long fucking time. I buckle my seat belt and put my car into drive, heading straight to the first stop on her list, hoping and praying that tonight is the night we get a lead.










When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...

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COVER REVEAL - HIDING by N.M. Catalano @nmcatalano

HIDING by N.M. Catalano
Publishing:  February 14, 2017 – No Pre-Order
Romantic Erotica Suspense




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I had rules.  They protected the fortress of my darkness. 
My secrets. 
I allowed myself certain distractions, but nothing permanent. 
It wasn’t allowed. 
If I slipped, then I’d fall.
That was one thing I couldn’t afford.
Until her.
She was secrets wrapped up in a challenge.  Tied with a big bow of sensuality.
I was about to take the biggest fall of my life.

I’d found complacency in my nightmare.
A comfort in normalcy.
I was surviving.
It sucked, but I was safe.
Until he crashed into my world.
He had secrets.
Lots of them.
He wasn’t the good guy.
But was he what I needed?


                                                                    She's hiding from her future.

                                                                    He's running from his past.
                                                                    When they collide it's explosive.
                                                                    Danger is a persistent predator.
                                                                    It seeks until it finds.
                                                                    There is no past, and no future.
                                                                    There is only now, and right now danger is coming.
                                                                    You can run, but you can never hide.




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When we pull into the driveway at my house, I can hear the blood whooshing in my ears as the thud, thud, thud of my pounding heart bounced against my chest. 
Rico gets out of the car and walks around to my side.
My palms are sweating.
Am I going to let this happen?
“This is a beautiful car,” I mutter when the door swings open.
He gives me a half-cocked grin.  “Thanks.”
He holds his hand out for me to take it.
Do I want this to happen?
Placing my hand in his, the surge of sexual tension sparks between us again, just like when he had his hand on my back leading me to the table.  I lift my eyes to meet his.  All traces of humor are gone.  I suck in a breath.
This man is fierce.
This man is powerful.
This man takes what he wants.
He’s the hunter, and I’m the hunted.
And for the first time in so long, this is exactly where I want to be.
Am I even going to be able to do this?!
I lift myself from the car, never breaking the heated look between us, and let him lead me to the door.
He’s going to kiss me! 
The world is gone.
Time has stopped.
Every move he makes is precise and focused. 
He lifts his hands to tuck my hair behind my ears, then slowly traces his thumb across my cheek, down to my upper lip, and lightly glides it across the ridge. 
My lids dip. 
God, that feels so good.  It’s been so long…
His other hand cups my cheek and holds me firmly.  An avalanche of emotions crashes down on me.  The floodgates of all my pent-up desires are destroyed leaving me open and vulnerable.  Open to whatever road this is going to take me.
Yes… 
His hand moves behind my neck as he lowers his face a breath away from mine.  He’s so close, I can almost feel his lips on mine.  The first touch is light like a feather.  Just a gentle brush over mine. 
I start to melt.
The next one is tender, a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth.
A heavy breath escapes me.
His grip tightens at the back of my neck.
I moan.  Soft, but needy.
Another gentle kiss at the other corner.
My lips part asking for more.
He glides his tongue over my lips.
My body presses into his.
All my reservations, all my fears and inhibitions, are gone.
So good, so, so good…
He closes his mouth over mine as his tongue sweeps against mine, stroking, caressing, dancing slowly, savoring.  Tempting me with a promise for more.
Fires burn inside me, instantly turning the tenderness into a raging inferno.
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer, hungry and fierce.  I need to feel him against me, I want him inside me, close is nowhere near close enough.
He turns us and pushes my back against the brick wall.
Yes, yes, YES.  More, I need more… 
Savage.
Desperate.
Primal.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites it, the sensation just shy of painful.  I dig my nails into his scalp and grind his mouth into mine.  A low rumble sounds from his chest and vibrates against my body as he pushes the entire length of his against me.  My body answers his, rubbing against his hard shaft. 
I’m pushing him to his limits. 
He pushes me harder into the stone wall as his fist tangles tightly in my hair. 
I drag my nails down his back.
He sucks my tongue deep into his mouth. 
I moan again, long and guttural.
His mouth travels down my neck.
“This is just a taste, kitten, of how you need to be kissed,” he whispers huskily against my neck.
Yes, just like this!
I’m panting, breathless, delirious and hungry for more.
His hands slow their movements against my body.  I try to rein in the need he’s unleashed from within me.  We stand like that, pressed against each other for a long moment, coming down, pulling in our primitive beasts.
“You should go in now…”
“I should,” I whisper back.
Both of us don’t move, unable to break the hold over us.
Slowly we begin to separate.
“Until our next date,” he kisses me lightly once more.
I stare into his eyes.  I could drown in their intensity.  And come out renewed. 
As I straighten to unlock the door, he pushes my hair to the side and places one last kiss at the curve of my neck. 
My body trembles.
I don’t want him to leave. 
As the door clicks shut behind me, I lean against it, and feel my heart beating inside me.
Feeling.
Alive.


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