Sunday, April 2, 2017

Release Boost / Giveaway - 24 Roses by Elena M. Reyes @ElenaMReyes @givemebooksblog




Title: 24 Roses
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2017



Blurb

24 roses.
24 days filled with declarations of love.
24 moments where life will mark her as mine.

I’ve loved Anahi Pratt since she moved in next door at the age of twelve. With her knobby knees and a mouthful of braces, she made my heart thump harshly inside my prepubescent chest. One look into the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, and I was hooked for life. Owned.

However, I was tongue-tied and confused and did the only thing I could: offer my friendship.

Over the years, those feelings never changed. Instead, they grew—morphed into something deep and profound. But never once did she see me as more than a friend. Never did she see the man that worshipped the ground she walked on. The man that needed to be what she wanted. Needed.

I stayed on the sidelines until that day:

A crash.

Her life on the line and my world came to a screeching halt.

Life is short and changes in the blink of an eye, a lesson I suddenly understood. There wasn’t a second to wait. No more hiding behind the guise of friendship.

She was mine, and it was time I claimed her.








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Excerpt

“How can you say that with this hideous scar on my thigh?” Fuck, she could be as stubborn as a mule.
“That scar…” I hissed out, my eyes searching the floor around her feet for the broken glass I’d heard fall through the door. It was nothing big. A small figurine broken in two pieces. Taking the remaining steps between us, I paused in front of her. “This is proof that what could have been tragic…wasn’t.” Taking her face in my hands, I tipped it up and lowered my forehead to hers. “It means that you are okay and here with me. That a drunken asshole crying over his divorce didn’t take the most important thing in my life away.”
“Stop.” Prying my hands from her face, she brought them between us and squeezed. “It isn’t your job to fix this. I was the one that left the jerk I’d agreed to have dinner with mid-meal and drove off in a rush. I was the one that didn’t notice the car not stopping as his light turned red. I was the one that put herself in this position time and time again.”
“Fuck are you talking about, Anahi?” Every muscle within me tensed as I waited for her to explain herself.
“That I should’ve listened to you when it came to the men I dated.”
Staring into her sad green eyes, my heart clenched. Her pain was mine. “Shit happens, and it was not your fault.”
“Had I been paying attention and not thinking about the ‘what ifs I…” Anahi’s face bloomed with a sudden rush of embarrassment.
“Tell me.” She shook her head. “Please.”
“You want to know? Because trust me, I remember everything about that night.” Letting out a bitter chuckle, she stepped back and released my hands. I missed her warmth immediately. “Fuck!” Ani yelled out while turning around. Placing her hands on the top of her dresser, she hung her head. A sob was caught in her throat, and I rushed forward to wrap her in my arms.
The pain medication she’d been on tended to make her emotions fluctuate a bit.
“Talk to me, babe.” With my arms secured around her waist, I pulled her in closer. Ignored what the feel of her warm skin against my own created. “Let me in.”
“I’m sorry.” Wiping at her eyes, Anahi took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Didn’t mean to pull the crazy chick card on you.” This was said with a laugh, but there was real hurt behind the action. “There’s too much going on upstairs, and I don’t know how to handle it. Between nightmares and anger, it’s a constant roller coaster.”
“Start from the beginning,” I hummed against the top of her head. “You’ve never wanted to give me details about that night. Always vague and avoiding—something about what happened is hurting you. Let me in, dollface.”
“Why do you always call me pet names?” Diversion tactic if I ever heard one; that, and she needed her ego stroked. Not that I minded in the least. For some unknown reason, Ani felt as if the small scar over her sculpted brow was this heinous thing that offended the world.
“Because I can.”
A huff, and then a smack to my arm. “That’s not an answer.”
“And neither is yours. Tell me what’s eating you up inside, Ani.”
“Every time I close my eyes, I see those high-beam lights coming at me followed close by the sound of screeching tires.” A shiver so hard ran through her that it rocked me to my core. All I could do was hold her tighter, with my presence show her that I was here for her. “Next came the sound of metal bending—caving in on itself—as a searing pain shot up the side of my body. It burned. The intense jolt caused me to almost black out, but even as everything intensified around me, I had only one thought in my head.”
“Say it,” I whispered low into the crown on her head.
Running her fingers over my hand, she shook her head. “Doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, Bryson, but it’s those what ifs that eat me alive. I’ve lost time I don’t know if I could ever get back.”
“You want to know what tortures me about that night?” Turning her around so my blue eyes could meet her green ones, I placed my hands at her hips and squeezed them lightly before holding her in place. No more hiding. Anahi wasn’t running away from the damn truth that was currently smacking us in the face.
Bringing a shaking hand up, she cupped my jaw. “What?”
“The fact that I almost lost you when I’d just realized that I’ve always owned you.”





Author Bio

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.


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Release Blitz - Faithfully Fractured By Nicole Minuck @Nicole_Minuck






Faithfully Fractured
Book Two of The Shattered Series


By
Nicole Minuck

Cover By: Alora Kate
Genre: Young Adult,
 Paranormal
Release Date: April 2, 2017



Blurb

Left alone to deal with the aftermath of winter formal Adalyn has completely shut herself off from everyone. Addy must deal with her feelings for Luca and the betrayal he has left in his wake.
With danger still lurking in the shadows, it’s still not safe. This time Sienna will stop at nothing as she plots her revenge not only for Addy but the downfall of human kind.
When Addy’s life is put in imminent danger she has no choice but to take refuge with those who have lied to her. Friendships are tested. Loyalties are questioned. And Death is inevitable.
Addy will not come out unscathed this time.
Siennas rage will forever change their lives.

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~ Other Books in this Series ~

Faithfully Shattered
Book One Of The Shattered Trilogy
By
Nicole Minuck

Cover by: Alora Kate
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
Released: October 2015



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Blurb:
When a car accident takes the lives of her parents and spares her, Adalyn Weaver is devastated, depressed, and wanting nothing more than to join her parents. Just as shes on the brink of letting everything go Luca Brooks shows up taking an interest in Adalyn and making it his mission to help her heal. Just as Adalyn begins to get her life on track her house is ransacked by a group of people looking for her fathers research regarding a secret project he was working on just before he died and theyre willing to kill for it. Adalyn finds out that the death of her parents may have not been an accident at all and Luca may be the key to what happened that night but the truth may destroy them both.






About the Author:

I always loved to imagine stories as a child, and even wanted to become a writer. Soon I forgot about that passion as most children do. It wasn't until I got older that I re-discovered my passion for writing. In October of 2015 I self-published Faithfully Shattered, A Young Adult, Paranormal Novel. I have since written and published book two in the Shattered Series, Faithfully Fractured. I am continuing my work on the Shattered series with book 3, Faithfully Mended, coming soon.  I am also a wife, of a sports nut husband, and a mother of two beautiful children. I love connecting with my readers and gaining feedback. So feel free to connect with me on any of my social media pages.
I always loved to imagine stories as a child, and even wanted to become a writer. Soon I forgot about that passion as most children do. It wasn't until I got older that I re-discovered my passion for writing. In October of 2015, I self-published Faithfully Shattered, A Young Adult, Paranormal Novel. I have since written and published book two in the Shattered Series, Faithfully Fractured. I am continuing my work on the Shattered series with book 3, Faithfully Mended, coming soon.  I am also a wife, of a sports nut husband, and a mother of two beautiful children. I love connecting with my readers and gaining feedback. So feel free to connect with me on any of my social media pages.



Book Blast - Unscripted by Samantha Long

Unscripted
by Samantha Long
Contemporary Romance






My name is Isla Chase. I'm finally living my dream of working in Seattle as an assistant editor under one of the top names in the business. Finally out from the watchful eyes of those waiting for me to end up like my parents in the hick town where I grew up, I’m beyond ready to spread my wings.

On my first major job, I meet Decker Stevens, who’s reality-show royalty. And for some reason, he's set his sights on me. Considering his reputation, getting involved with Decker would only be setting myself up for heartbreak and the failure everyone's expected of me all my life.

But I find my emotions growing stronger for Decker as I learn the real reasons that he’s moved himself out of the spotlight. No man should be as hot and as sinfully sweet as this one is.

Just as I'm close to giving in and opening myself up in a relationship with Decker, an unspeakable betrayal occurs, rocking both our worlds. Can we hold onto each other through the madness that follows or will it destroy us?




I hesitated a second, then placed my hand in Decker's. His palm was warm and large, and his fingers curled around mine. A frisson of awareness shot through me. As he pulled me toward the private staircase, I could feel a number of gazes on our backs. Everyone at the table had to wonder why he’d asked to show me something. Hell, I wondered.
He proceeded to guide me down the stairs. I took the time to stare at the cut of his suit and broad shoulders as a whiff of his cologne hit me. There was something about that scent. He hadn't let go of my hand, but I wasn't sure if it was because he was making sure I didn't tumble down the stairs or if it was because he wanted to hold it. Either way, we were supposed to be friends. This muddied the water a bit.
Before we entered the kitchen, Decker took a right. I tried to stop, but he glanced over his shoulder, face impatient, and I allowed him to drag me to a different area. He opened a door, pulled me in, and shut it behind us.
We stood in his office. I could tell by the picture of his mom and sister on the desk, by the scent of his cologne in the air, by the plaques on the wall bearing his name. I was confused as to why he would bring me in here.
He finally let go of my hand, and I felt a little lost as I stood near the door. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing up his slick look. "Are you and Adam dating?"
I blinked, surprise rippling through me. "No, and even if we were, what would it matter? You and I are just friends."
Decker's lips twisted and his hands fell to his sides. "Are we? You've been stiff around me this evening."
"I haven't. There's just been a lot going on."
He stepped closer. My pulse picked up. "The entire time I greeted people, all I could think about was you. That you were up on the balcony, next to some guy, and he was getting to talk to you. I wanted to be up there."
My mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.
When he stepped closer again, I moved toward the door. My back hit it, the cold seeping through my dress.
"I'm not normally a jealous person. I don't usually care if a girl is talking to some guy. But I care when you do and I don't understand it." His tortured gaze held mine.
"I don't know what to tell you."
"Are you planning on dating him?"
"Maybe." I placed my palms against the door, bracing for something but I wasn't sure what.
"No."
"No?" My brows rose. "I can date anyone I want to—"
His lips claimed mine, effectively silencing me.
Somehow I'd been waiting on this without knowing it.

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A multitasking mom of four from Alabama, Samantha Long has been writing since the first grade. Samantha's first story consisted of a one-paged fantasy biopic entitled, "If I Was An Indian". Samantha's racy writing tastes were evident at a young age, with the plot consisting of a warrior husband, elite living quarters, and an affair with the Chief. When she's not writing, doing laundry, or changing diapers, you can find Samantha in front of her DVR catching up on episodes of Supernatural and Castle or enjoying sweet tea with a movie or good book. Samantha's writings are inspired by the works of Nora Roberts, Lauren Kate, Kresley Cole, and Gena Showalter, to name a few.