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Blog Tour: Deliverance by Kristy Centeno with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Kristy Centeno’s Deliverance. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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He’s been locked away his entire life. He dreams of freedom. The only way he can accomplish his goals is by breaking free of the chains tying him to a dark past and gloomy existence. But there’s one catch. He’s not human. And he’s never set foot outside his jail.   Devoted to saving his peers as well as his own life, he sets out to find the one person that can help him achieve his objectives. He knows where she will be and what she will look like, but what he doesn’t anticipate is the fact he finds himself caring for the girl whose life he’s put at risk, more and more each day.   He has no name. He has only known hatred and violence before her. However, she will teach him to have faith in humanity, even if she can’t trust him. Together they will embark on a journey to bring down a corrupt system responsible for the loss of many innocent lives. But when he finds his feelings compromised, can he still move on knowing that doing so will put an end to the life she once knew? How far is he willing to go to be free?

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She coerces my lips open with her tongue. I oblige, shutting my eyes to revel in the barrage of sentiments borne of her actions. For once, I allow myself the luxury of being consumed by an emotion I can hardly keep under wraps. A craving unlike any I’ve ever felt before rises and quickly becomes my biggest enemy. I’m overwhelmed with the need to caress Kristina—to lure her in and keep her tightly clutched against my chest. I want so much more than to sit still as her tongue invades my mouth, gently stroking my own. My body betrays me in a very physical way. In my confusion, I’m apprehensive as to how to proceed. Where do I go from here? I wrestle with my desire to explore her body, and her specific requirements to keep my appendages where they won’t come in contact with any part of her anatomy. Not easy to do with our mouths joined, and Kristina so painfully close to me.

Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series. She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

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Interview: Christi Barth (Bad For Her)

 

Hello and Welcome All!

 

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Christi Barth author of Bad For Her.

 

…and I’m very lucky to be here. Thanks for letting me chat about my book!

 

What do you do when you are not writing?

 

Hahahahaha. Not writing? What is this concept of which you speak? I adore cooking. Big, complicated, multi-course meals and reading cookbooks for fun. (Before you ask, my husband does all the dishes.) 

 

What was your best read of the month?

 

I just finished In A Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware – a completely twisty mystery that I couldn’t figure out at all, so it was great! But back here in Romance Land, it’d be Blood Guard by Megan Erickson – a whole new vampire world. Wait – can I do three? The Wedding Date Bargain by Mira Lynn Kelly – a super fun contemporary.

 

Of course you can do three. We readers like verity and options when it comes to picking our our books….

 

 

 

What types of scenes are your most favorite to write?

 

Witty, hysterical banter. Whether sexy/flirty between the hero/heroine, or laugh-out-loud funny between best friends/bromance. So. Much. FUN!

 

If you could have dinner with any three authors (alive or dead, who would you choose and why?

 

Agatha Christie, to find out what really happened when she disappeared for 11 days; Brad Meltzer, because I think he knows a ton of secrets that I’d worm out of him about D.C. and the Masons; and Ernest Hemingway (whose books I can’t stand) because I think he’d be an amazing dinner companion. 

 

If you could swap lives with the heroine of any romance book, which book would you choose? 

 

Hmmm – it is always a toss up between being royalty and being magical…. Mia Devlin, from Face the Fire, in Nora Roberts’ Three Sisters trilogy – because she has kick ass powers and runs a bookstore!

 

 

 

A LOOK INTO BAD FOR HER

 

Please share the opening lines of Bad For Her….

Ronan Connolly had a talent for sizing up the mood in a room. More than once, hell, more times than the thirty-one years under his belt, it had saved his life. Because when you worked for the Chicago mob, sometimes all the heads-up you got that a situation was going south was a squinted eye or a tightened mouth.

Is anything in the book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

 

I will freely admit that I’ve never had sex on a forest floor—or been in the mob—so this one is 100% pure imagination. But when I wrote my wedding planning Aisle Bound series, there were several true-life experiences in there (with the names changed to protect the happily married)

 

Tell us all about your main characters — Who are they? What makes them tick? 

 

Rafe Maguire (at least, that’s his name now that the WITSEC program has changed it five times) lives and dies for his family. Specifically, his two brothers. He’s given up his entire life—literally—to keep them safe. He used to be the Chicago mob’s fixer. Money, women, power, all his. Now Rafe’s an auto mechanic in a beach town the size of a sneeze, trying to lay low. And trying desperately not to fall for a gorgeous doctor who makes him almost want to second-guess this life of lies he’s building.

 

Doctor Mollie Vickers loves her small town—she just doesn’t want to date anyone in it who already knows her too well. So she’s thrilled to meet a handsome stranger on the side of the road. Especially one who doesn’t want a relationship, either. Her plate’s full already, living with a pot-selling grandmother and a juvenile delinquent nephew. Rafe’s the perfect guy to laugh with and do all sorts of rated R activities with…as long as she can resist falling for his big heart…

 

The main couples first kiss…

 

Ha! I took a risk with this one – especially since it is in the first chapter and would make editors decide whether or not to buy the series. It’s…um…on the side of the road. Rafe stops to help Mollie change her tire, they flirt outrageously, and he goes for it.

Rafe moved to cage her against the car with his arms. They weren’t touching anywhere, but he hadn’t left room between for daylight to pass. “How good you are. Better yet, how bad you are.”

Then he waited. Didn’t move a muscle. Because it needed to be Mollie’s choice. Mostly because they were on the side of a semi-deserted highway. The sun—or Oregon’s pale version of it—was streaming down from overhead, and they were still on the blacktop. Rafe knew, though, that it could be seen as a potentially risky situation. He didn’t want her to feel pressured or scared. He just wanted to keep having fun with her.

But he’d read all the signals right and didn’t have to wait long.

“Stop flirting. Start doing,” she ordered. And then Mollie crooked her leg around his calf in an invitation about as subtle as a gun to the head.

Please share a few fun facts about this book…

 

  • A piece of the series arc is the town’s Cranberry Festival (lots of small town hoopla that you know my big city ex-mobsters just don’t understand), and it is real! I was thrilled to discover – accidentally – that this is a big deal in Bandon, OR.
  • It is not easy to come up with detailed information on protectees in the WITSEC program, even for someone with my advanced level of Googling. (Way to go, U.S. Marshals – your secrets are safe!) But for a fascinating read about how it started (it only began officially in 1971!) check out WITSEC: Inside the Federal Witness Protection Program, by the founder of the program. I’d hoped for inside details, but I’m not sad with the origin story instead.
  • If there was video of me, in my office chair, trying to figure out the exact logistics of sex in a hospital bed with all of its movable parts, I guarantee you would die laughing. I also guarantee that no such video exists. 
  • I gave my heroine a male BFF. Why? Because I went to junior high in a school that was all boys until the year I joined. The ratio was 45 boys to 6 girls that first year (and it didn’t increase much over the next two) and I discovered just how awesome it is to hang with guys – no flirting, just friendships. Men are terrific! 

 

Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to take part in this interview.

 

 

USA Today bestselling author Christi Barth launches a sexy new series about three bad-boy brothers in Witness Protection who are about to learn that going good is harder than they thought…

 

Doctor Mollie Vickers loves the tight-knit community of her tiny Oregon town. But she’s not a fan of the limited dating options. Sleep with a guy who tried to copy off her in junior high? Pass. Mollie’s sex life is flatlining… until a deliciously handsome man she’s never seen before stops to help her fix a flat tire.

 

As an ex-mobster, Rafe Maguire’s no saint. But he’s trying to turn over a new leaf. Although he probably shouldn’t kiss the hot doctor on the side of the highway. Or suggest a no-strings fling with a woman he has no business pursuing. Rafe’s life is too complicated for love—his new WITSEC-provided identity doesn’t fit him at all and there’s a U.S. Marshal watching his every move. He can’t tell Mollie the truth… but their chemistry is scorching and being good doesn’t mean he can’t be a little bad.

 

Mollie can’t resist the guy who looks rough, talks tough, and is loyal to the bone. But it’s obvious Rafe is keeping secrets. When the truth comes out, Mollie must decide if she could ever love an ex-mobster… or if this bad boy has truly gone good.

 

 

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“You’re chock-full of good ideas this morning. How do you feel about skinny dipping?”

 

Like she’d be willing to try any dangerous and decadent thing Rafe Maguire suggested.

Twice

 

USA TODAY bestselling author Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance, including the Naked Men and Aisle Bound series. 

 

Christi can always be found either whipping up gourmet meals (for fun, honest!) or with her nose in a book. She lives in Maryland with the best husband in the world.


 

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Blog Tour: The Divinity of Anila by Cloud S. Riser with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Cloud S. Riser The Divinity of Anila. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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--My name is Anila. Up until a few days ago, I thought I was just like every other teenage girl. Seriously, life was awesome. I was popular, had great grades, and was on my way to getting a scholarship to one of the top universities in the state. Then my boyfriend decided to go crazy on me, and I end up in a car with some other guy who claims magic is real. Crazy, is what I say. Pretty sure he's out of his mind. I--

--Hold on a minute, Nila is not giving me a fair chance. The name is Bailey, and I'm not crazy. I'm a Muse. And so is she. That's why her boyfriend got uber possessive on her. Muses inspire the best in others, and without control over their magic, a Muse can be pretty addictive to hang around.   Which is why I'm here, to teach Nila how to control that magic so she doesn't cause any more problems with the every day humans. See--   --I hate how he says every day humans like I'm not one of them. Oh, and get this, I apparently can't touch him, even just a tiny bit, because we might create magical sparks...or something?--   --Look at all the things she doesn't know about being a Muse. The sparks help us find our soul mate. Do I need to explain why I don't need her touching me right now? We just met. Besides, it's common courtesy. Keep your hands to yourself.

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 “I love you,” Levi purred into my ear as he kissed along my jaw. Any eighteen-year-old girl would have been thrilled to hear those three words coming from their deliciously handsome boyfriend of two months. The thing is, I'm not just any teenage girl. Truth be told, hearing the words “I love you” made my stomach twist, and I don't mean that in a good way. Probably because deep down in my heart, I knew he didn't mean it. Levi sure sounded convincing, and maybe he believed it was true, but with the way he preferred to try and suck face with me twenty-four/seven instead of actually learning who I was...well, I don't think I need to elaborate on my apprehension to say those three words back. When it came to Levi, the most I knew about him was that he was twenty, was interested in Biology and Chemistry, and was on his college's basketball team. Beyond that, getting him to say a whole lot about himself was like pulling teeth. At first, it didn't bother me. He was cute, in college, and seemed genuinely fascinated with me. Too fascinated with me. That should have been my first tip off right there that something about this guy wasn't all right. He had a charm, though, that made me want to ignore all of the warning signs. Not to mention the fact that he was tall, athletically built, had luscious blond hair, and sparkly blue eyes didn't help. The guy was the definition of physically perfect. A guy so good looking noticing me would never happen again in a million years. Shallow? Yes, but he was also a nice person... from what I knew of him, I mean. His hand went under my shirt and made its way up toward my breasts. That was new for him. Kissing, I let him do. Copping feels and allowing him to touch my bra was not a part of my comfort bubble. With a great deal of gentleness, I placed my hand over his and pulled it out of my shirt. Maybe he thought I was playing around with him, because he just moved it right back. We went back and forth a few times before I finally wiggled my way out from underneath him, falling to the floor from his dorm room couch. “I don't like that,” I said, being blunt. Levi pushed out his lower lip. “I'm sorry, Nila, you're just so...” I placed a finger over his lips. “I'm not mad as long as you respect I'm not ready.” “Well, why aren't you?” he snapped, so suddenly I jumped away from him. My entire mouth seemed to turn into cotton, as I tried to articulate how I was feeling. “Because I'm just not.” “You're eighteen.” “So?” “So I don't get what the hang up is. We're not going to get in trouble.” Then he asked the question that made me throw up a little in my mouth. “Don't you love me too?” Thankfully, I was still on the floor. I managed to pick myself up in a way that didn't let on just how much I was shaking, and I smoothed out my shirt. “It shouldn't matter if I love you or not. If I'm not ready, then I'm not ready. End of story.” “No, not end of story. There's a reason.” His gaze became narrower and I noticed something resembling tears in his eyes. What the heck? Why was he getting so worked up over this? “We haven't been together for too long, and I don't know a whole lot about you. I like you a lot, but this isn't how I want...” I shifted where I stood, trying to hold onto my confidence. “This isn't how I want my first time to happen.” He rolled his eyes at me, the angry tears still present. “You have a guy who loves you and wants to show you how things are done right, and that's not good enough? Should I get you a dozen roses or litter my room with candles? Is that more your thing? What do I have to do to prove to you what I feel is real and I'm the one?” “Whoa, okay, the one?” I laughed. I probably shouldn't have, but I did. “Levi, we've been together for two months. Do you even know the color of my eyes?” “Honey, that's what they make me think of. And I know you ate cereal for breakfast this morning because I can taste it on your breath,” he said. “Last night you spent the night in watching a bunch of shows on wedding dresses, so I know you're kind of a hopeless romantic. I know you a whole lot better than you think.” He knew a lot of things he shouldn't have known. I certainly never told him what I was doing the night before. So how did he know? Did he go hide in the trees outside of my parents’ house and spy through the windows? The idea sounded ridiculous, but he was putting off some major creepy stalker vibes. Slowly, I took in a deep breath and made my way toward the door. “Wow...” “See? I pay attention.” “Yes,” I said carefully. My freedom was only ten feet away. I could make it. The question was, would he let me? Levi slouched where he sat. “You've made up your mind.” “There's a lot I need to think about.” That seemed like a safe answer. Setting him off could prove disastrous. Levi was on the edge, and I didn't want to be the one receiving the brunt of those raw emotions building inside of him. “Fine, bye.” He hunched over even more. So broken. I felt bad, guilty, and those feelings were almost enough to make me stay. Then I remembered how creepy he was acting, and rushed out of the door. I'd been gone for all of three seconds when Levi sent me the first text. “This isn't the end.”

 

Cloud S. Riser is a Minnesota native. She has lived in Minnesota her whole life. She will probably remain there for her whole life too. The mother of The Squid, Skyscraper, and two cats, her life is definitely never dull. An adventure she braves with her husband. In order to stay sane, she creates massive amounts of fiction which she has decided to share with the rest of the world for the simple reason of: she is a storyteller.

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Giveaway: Justice for Erin (Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes #9) by Susan Stoker

 

Justice for Erin

 

Susan Stoker
Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes
Release Date Nov. 14, 2017

 

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Part-time bartender Erin Gardner is friendly to everyone who bellies up to her bar, including the local law enforcement and firefighters who keep her city safe. That’s where she meets game warden Conor Paxton, a regular who asks to join a canoeing trip she’s leading for her university day job. When the trip leads to something more, Erin couldn’t be happier.

 

Conor adores Erin, more than enough to help her continue to get over lingering self-esteem issues from her childhood. He’s thrilled he’s found someone who enjoys spending time in nature as much as he does.

 

Just when the couple thinks they’re on their way to a happily ever after, Erin finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. But there’s no way she’ll just lay down and die. She’s woman enough to save herself―and lead her man to her when she’s done.

 

Justice for Erin is the 9th book in the Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

 

 

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all-American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

 

She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

 

 

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It’s Release Day: Free Ride by M.N. Forgy ~ Excerpt

 

M.N. Forgy brings us a unique romance featuring a Motorcycle Club princess with a Split Personality Disorder and one man’s unconditional devotion to her..

 

 

I’m crazy, deranged, and psychotic. I’m out of my mind and my life isn’t even mine half the time. Having Dissociative Identity Disorder, it’s an accurate assumption.

 

Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father’s club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

 

It wasn’t until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.

 

Him.

 

In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

 

There’s no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

 

 

FREE RIDE IS NOW LIVE!

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A large callused hand grasps the nape of my neck, the familiar smell of leather, weed, and whiskey wafting around me. That smell should be put in a candle, it’d sell a shit load the way it eases the anxiety in one’s chest.

A hard, warm body presses up against my back, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

“Benji.” The name falls from my tongue like a moan midst ecstasy. He feels so good against my body, my mind nearly loses its reality.

His lips brush against my ear. His hands slowly, lazily, slip down the back of my jeans, and his fingers brush against my sex. Tingles of pleasure surround my wetness, the notion to forget what is right and wrong nearly a breath in the wind with his hands on me.

“I want to bite this ass, trail my tongue down your supple cheeks until I dive my tongue deep inside this hot cunt of yours,” he mutters.

I grit my teeth with temptation. I want to wrap my legs around his neck while he licks every drop of my wetness. My body clenching around his tongue as I release what I’ve been denying myself into his mouth. I want to let him mouth fuck me into another world where it’s just him and I… but that would be selfish of me. A fucking mess.

I could lose him.

I grab him by the wrist and pull his hand out from my bottoms, his finger leaving a trail of wetness behind it.

“You can’t say my name like that, and deny me that tight ass, Harley.” He growls into the back of my ear.

“We can’t do this, you know that.” I clear my throat and shake my head.

There’s no denying that Benji is a catch. Tall, dangerous, and smoldering eyes that make you want to throw the idea of wearing panties into a fire.

But, I’m not capable of having a traditional relationship. I’m not saying that to be that teasing bitch everyone knows. I’m just the kind of girl that doesn’t get to experience the glamorous kind of love. No, my heart comes with a little bloodshed and a shot of insanity on the side. That’s the biker’s way of life, after all, and that alone makes me bad at this thing called love. I can’t promise I won’t break his heart. If I did lose him as my best friend, it’d be the first thing I’d never forgive myself for. Even if I did tease him, you couldn’t blame me. Benjamin Daxton is the sexiest man in this club. 

 

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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

 

 

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