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Blog Tour: Starburst by KAE Galla with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

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

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Nova spent years in a world she didn’t belong, never knowing who or what she is. Years of questions and confusion, but the time has come for her to find out who she really is and where she belongs. Does she have a family that misses her? Have they been looking for her all along? Are there others like her? What could possibly have happened to bring her into the human world when she was so young?

The answers to all her questions are out there somewhere, and it’s time she found them. It won’t be easy, it may even be dangerous, but it’ll be worth it. Finding her family is only the first step, from there she will have to piece her life back together as she learns the differences between who she is and who she was meant to be. What will happen when she’s thrown into a world she knows nothing about?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As we continue north, our presence disrupts a cluster of flying insects.  Wings similar to that of a large butterfly, are attached to small ball like bodies, but the truly unique thing about these insects is their coloration.  As they fly in a shifting formation, their wings change colors from green, like the plants they were resting on, to purples and pinks, creating a distorted image of what I think is a bird.  Maybe this is their way of protecting themselves, making them appear larger than they are and less like prey.  The further we go, the more beautiful everything becomes.

“You have such a goofy smile right now, I wish you could see yourself.”  Iris says with a smile herself.

Laughing I say, “I guess I’m glad I didn’t bring a mirror then.”

“You just keep smiling because we are going to have fun while we’re here, and if you’re lucky I might even make you my famous ‘dragon’s breath stew.’”  She says proudly

“Dragon’s breath stew?  Um, no offense Iris but you sound like a stereotypical witch when you say things like that.”  I can’t help but tease her about being a witch.  Over the years it has become kind of a running joke between us, especially since the humans are so oblivious.

“Haha,” she says, rolling her eyes.  “I’ll have you know it’s a family recipe.”

“A family recipe huh?  Well I hope I don’t have any family recipes that sound like it came out of Halloween movie with a green, cauldron stirring, broom flying, children eating…”

“We do NOT eat children! And for the last time, we definitely don’t fly on brooms.”  It’s always fun to get her worked up over the human’s fictional version of her people.

Laughing I say, “But the cauldrons are real?”

She mockingly laughs at our banter.  “At least we know you won’t have to sleep in a coffin, and you won’t need a flea collar.” 

“And I’m totally fine when the full moon comes around.”  I giggle.

All joking seems to leave her system and she’s avoiding eye contact as she watches the ground while she walks.  “So…what stereotype are we dealing with?”

I knew eventually she’d press the issue, but I had grown used to our easy ‘don’t as don’t tell’ kind of relationship where my lineage is concerned. I had deluded myself into believing it wasn’t important.  Part of me has always worried that if she knew that I’m a Seeker, she won’t help me or worse she’d turn me over to the wraith or my keeper.  The rational side of me knows that both fears are entirely unfounded, but in the past, I was unable to conquer that fear.

“Nova, you gotta let me in.  I can’t help if I don’t at least know who we are looking for.”  She tries to hide the slight tremor in her voice as she quietly says, “you can trust me you know?”

She’s right, I know I can trust her and the only thing keeping me from telling her everything, is the fear of putting her in harm’s way.  If only she could understand that I do not mean to hurt her with my silence. Maybe it is time. Taking a deep breath, “Ok…when we make camp, we’ll talk about it.”

 

 

 

 

 
My name is KAE Galla and I've loved writing since before I knew how. I'd sit with my mom and grandma telling them exactly what I wanted my story to be, and they would write it down under misshapen scribbles I tried to pass off as art work. It wasn't until years later that I finally decided to go full throttle with my passion and share it with the world. Now, thanks to the support of my loving family, great friends, and an amazing team, my dream of becoming an author are reality. My heart is in Paranormal Romance, and Romance in general, but I love challenging myself and broadening my horizons so you can bet there is more to come!
 
 
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Blog Tour: Hard Drive by Marcella Swann with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Marcella Swann's Hard Drive. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Can I tame the Bad Boy Playboy of Silicon Valley?

Damian Black: He’s gorgeous and knows it. A titan of the tech industry and not yet 30. Models and starlets are his for the taking. A billionaire. And so very good at being bad. I tell myself I don’t want him even though I do, in the worst way. But I’ve got a secret that could ruin everything.

Gigi Stevens: She’s brainy and beautiful and has a tongue as sharp as an ice pick. I’m the face of a multi-billion-dollar tech company and I’ve got a rep. I’m used to shallow and superficial but that’s not her. That’s not her at all. And it throws me. Is something real worth the risk? There’s only one way to find out.

It’s a dangerous dance: Will she tame the Bad Boy or will she be the one who’s conquered?

   

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Gigi Stevens had never seen a party so over-the-top gonzo. Palm trees, jungle vines swinging from the ceiling, and animatronic dinosaurs so large and lifelike they could be used in the next Jurassic Park film. If the DJ’s steady assault of concussive beats weren’t enough to elevate Gigi’s heart rate, then the sight of velociraptors and a roaming T-Rex most certainly were. Granted, since moving to San Francisco she’d attended only a few of the tech industry’s notorious gatherings, thrown by nouveau riche code nerds who’d hit it big with apps or games or search engines, socially awkward guys who might chronologically be pushing thirty, but who were emotionally still scouring the pages of D&D monster manuals in their parents’ basements. Tonight’s party was different, however. And the party was different because the man throwing the party was different. Damian Black, she thought. Or should I call you by your full name, the one given to you by the tabloids? Damian Black, the Bad Boy Playboy of Silicon Valley. “Georgina!” Gigi whirled in the direction of the shout. Speaking of full names, she thought. Judy Mixson was making her way through the throng, holding champagne flutes high in each hand, trying not to spill their golden contents. When she finally reached Gigi, she handed her a flute and said, loudly, over the music, “A bit of the bubbly, my dear.” “Oh God, thank you,” said Gigi. “I need it.” She leaned her head back and downed the champagne in one gulp. “Easy there, girl! The night is young and so are you.” “I wish I wasn’t,” Gigi said. “It’s one reason why nobody here will take me seriously.” She peered thoughtfully into her empty flute. “Young, fresh out of college—” “An Ivy League college,” Judy interjected. “Yeah, but it was Brown, and for some damn reason everyone keeps forgetting it’s an Ivy League school. They know Harvard, Yale, and Princeton, and that’s it.” “Look here, Georgina: you’re the smartest person in this room and you know it. In the last half-hour, you’ve forgotten more about coding and techy stuff than everyone else in here will learn over the next ten years. And look at you, girl, you’re totally—” “Don’t say ‘hot.’ You know I’m not even remotely.” “Actually, I was going to say—” “And don’t say ‘cute.’ You know how much I hate hearing that.” Judy made an amusingly frustrated face. “But you are hot. You are cute. Just look at you in your smart little blazer and black jeans.” “You’re not helping.” “And those glasses! That beautiful brown hair!” “I’m praying the Lord takes me right now,” Gigi said. Judy laughed and sipped her champagne. In fact, Gigi was brilliant and beautiful, and not wholly unaware of it. She wore her blessings with grace but not always with ease. Beautiful women, she knew, were seen not as equals, but as possessions, and smart women were threats to the established order. TrekTek, one of the more promising Silicon Valley startups, had taken remarkably little time in bringing her on board its research and development department, but Gigi sensed that she’d already plateaued at age 23 and could expect little more than a career of lateral promotions. She was a young, beautiful woman in an industry run by men with egos as big as California and as fragile as Christmas ornaments. “By the way,” Gigi said, “you know you’re the only one who gets to use my actual name, right? Don’t go giving people ideas. I don’t want it to become a trend. I only allow you to do it because it’s a best friend privilege.” Judy gave a look of melodramatic mock seriousness. “The dreadful secret of your first name will remain safe with me, Georgina.” Gigi scanned the crowded floor of Club Terra, thick with sweaty partygoers dancing herky-jerky and not always to the beat. In the distance, over Judy’s shoulder, Gigi could see a T-Rex flashing in and out of view, the strobe effect of the DJ’s lighting setup rendering the dinosaur’s movements every bit as herkyjerky as the revelers. “Dinosaurs, for God’s sake. You ever been to a party that had dinosaurs?” Gigi asked. Judy thought for a moment. “Down in Bakersfield, I attended a party with a dinosaur.” “Really” “Yeah,” Judy said. “His name was Sidney Applebaum.” Gigi laughed. “Seriously, the guy was like 70 years old and had just married a girl our age.” “Ew,” Gigi said, wrinkling her nose. “You know what he gave her as a wedding gift?” “No, what.” “An antique organ.” Gigi laughed out loud. “Oh, Judy, that’s terrible.” There was a loud metallic bang, like someone throwing a giant switch in a fuse box, and suddenly, without warning, the room was thrust into total darkness. No lights, no music, no nothing. A beat of silence, then people started screaming. Then, just as suddenly, a single bright spotlight illuminated the DJ’s table onstage. But instead of the DJ whose name Gigi never cared to learn, the figure now lit by the spotlight’s glare was someone whose name she knew quite well. Damian Black. The crowd’s terrified screaming quickly morphed into wild cheering and clapping, and Gigi felt her face go warm. For God’s sake, get a grip, she told herself. You know what he’s about. You know he’s no good. “Holy shit,” Judy said. “Just look at him, girl. It’s gotta be a mirage. He’s too damn good-looking to be real.” “Oh, there’s no doubt he’s gorgeous,” Gigi nearly shouted over the cheers. “And there’s definitely no doubt in his mind.” “Be nice,” Judy said. Damian raised his hands. “Greetings, Silicon Valley degenerates!” The crowd laughed. “I want to welcome you all here for this celebration of, well, me.” More laughter, and from the crowd a female voice shouted, “You rock, Damian!” He raised his hands higher to quell the cheering and said, grinning, “No need to point out the obvious, love.” Everyone laughed. Everyone, that is, except Gigi. She leaned toward Judy and said, “I just rolled my eyes so hard they fell out of my butt.” Judy gave her a nudge. “You gotta get in the spirit of things. The guy’s not even 30 yet and already a friggin’ billionaire. Of course he’s a little full of himself. You gotta loosen up, girl.” Gigi stared through the crowd at the sleek, glowing figure onstage. “According to the tabloids, he’s loose enough for both of us.”

Marcella Swann is an Amazon #1 bestselling author of heart-thumping and heart-melting contemporary romance. She's plied her trade in the newspaper business, written and produced a way off Broadway play, and is the proud mama of a singer-songwriter. When she's not trying to save newspapers from eminent doom (by subscribing to them all), she loves to take her readers on dreamy journeys to that place where all the men are hotties and the women are beautiful and strong. She also swings a mean kettle bell at the gym and likes people watching at Grand Central on a busy day.
 
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Blog Tour : We're All Thieves by Dyrion Knight with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Dyrion Knight’s We're All Thieves. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

 

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Steal an heirloom. Steal a ship. Steal a glance. Steal a kiss… Skylar D’Apra is a pirate with a plan: First: Capture Jag Harver—the reckless thief who stole the Crest of Miracles (the most powerful relic in the realm)—and return him to the Ruling Council to suffer whatever fate he finds. Second: Use her reward money to sail away with the makings of her very own fleet. To tame the seas and conquer undiscovered lands. Simple. Or so it seems until the day she actually captures the infamous Jag Harver and he turns out to be as devious, delicious and intoxicating as the rumours suggest. And it looks like the relic he stole may actually be safer in his hands than anywhere else… Skylar swore she wouldn’t get tangled up in magic, mayhem and the madness of monsters. She vowed to claim the sea as her home and live on another day. But now something darker is calling, veering her off track, and it all began with that damned, Jag Harver.

Sail away on this New Adult Paranormal Romance! A tale of rogue pirates, magical beings, alpha-males and monsters. Compared to A Court of Mist and Fury with more steam and pirates. *NOTE: For mature audiences due to sexual content and mild language.*

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I’m Dyrion Knight, a Brit with wit who loves delighting the imagination. I’m the author of an upcoming fantasy, romance, where the men, like the sea, are raging and stormy. Sail away with me on this adventure of a pirate and her prisoner
 
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Blog Tour: See by Lee Ann Ward with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

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

 

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**SEE was voted The TBR Pile Review Site's Book of the Year for 2017!**
 
 
Carlie Henson is pretty, popular, and an All-American girl. She has a gorgeous boyfriend and a mother who lives to keep her safe. Probably because everyone is drawn to Carlie…including the murderers she has the ability to identify when she looks in the eyes of their victims.
 
Keeping Carlie’s secret is pretty simple when all she has to do is avoid dead people. But when a cheerleader at her high school is murdered and the killer seems to have gotten away with it, Carlie knows what she has to do. With the help of her boyfriend, Dillon, she devises a plan to see what she must, no matter her personal safety.
 
But when Dillon is the one who’s injured in the showdown with the killer, Carlie vows to never help anyone again…until the next young woman attacked is her best friend, Jenna.
 
 
 
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I was five and a half when I realized I could see him. I was five and a half, two days, and six hours when I realized he could see me too. There was nothing extraordinary about that night. Mom had long put me to bed, and she and Dad were watching an unsolved cold case show on TV. By the time I’d made my way downstairs for an unnecessary drink of water, a picture of a murdered lady was flashing on the screen. No one knew who’d killed her, and the cops had looked for the murderer for several years and given up. “That’s such a shame,” my dad had said. He was still around then. “Yeah, it is.” Mom’s words were dragging and nonchalant, as if she were reacting to some lame laundry detergent commercial or something. But not me. There I stood in my Belle Disney Princess nightgown, my gaze transfixed on the television. I couldn’t move—couldn’t look away. Something about the image of that dead woman struck a chord—her lifeless body and wide, opened eyes. All I could do was scream. “I know who killed her!” I remember the panic, the way it made my stomach ache and my skin crawl. “I know who did it! I can see his face!” “Carlie.” Dad picked me up, the exasperation in his voice as clear to me now as it had been ten years ago. “What are you doing out of bed? This is way too scary for you to be watching.” I was crying so hard my nose was running. “Daddy, I know who killed her! I can see him! I really can!” Mom turned off the TV and took me from Dad. The puzzled look she threw him let me know she was at least listening to my wild claim, and to this day I’m grateful for her next move. “Do you want Mommy to draw a picture of the face you’re seeing, sweet girl? Would that make you feel better?” “Linda, what the hell are you doing? Don’t encourage her.” Dad was pissed at me to be up that late. He was always such a tight ass about things like bedtime. “It might help her,” Mom insisted. “Something obviously has her freaked out, Patrick. I’m getting my sketchbook.” It’s the one time I was actually glad that my mom’s a sketch artist for the Pensacola Police Department’s Homicide Division. People describing perps to her so she can draw them never bothered me. But the photos of decomposed bodies—the ones of unidentified missing persons that she has to create faces for—totally creeps me out. Mom lit a lavender candle to help me relax and set me on her knee. “Go ahead, honey. Tell me what the man looks like.” One hour and three holy shits from Dad later, I’d described a killer’s face, and Mom had him on paper. I was sure of it. But my parents were convinced I was simply spooked from seeing the dead lady on that show. Until two nights later when he came for me.
 
 
 
 
Lee Ann Ward is an award-winning fiction author with a background in journalism and mass communications. She is also the former Senior Editor of Champagne Books. Her love of books started at the age of three, and she's been addicted ever since. She's published six novels with her seventh and eighth on the way (SEE a YA paranormal by Evernight Teen in June 2017 and GLIMPSES OF WILDERNESS a YA romance by Inkspell Publishing in December 2017) and has written several more. When she's not writing, she's reading, singing, baking designer cakes, bowling and dreaming. She's married to Joe (who also happens to be her publicist) and they have 4 sons whom they adore, and a granddaughter who is the love of their life. They make their home in the small fishing community of Bayou La Batre, Alabama.
 
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Blog Tour: Slashing Mona Lisa by D.M. Barr with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for D.M. Barr’s Slashing Mona Lisa. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Killer body or body killer? When fat shaming backfires…

Most people are dying to lose a few pounds. Not so in Slashing Mona Lisa, where it's the weight-loss advocates who are losing their lives.

Whenever Terry Mangel's body acceptance revival meeting rolls into town, local diet execs and "fat shamers" turn up dead, often in grotesque, ironic ways. All single murders in small suburbs, no one's noticed the pattern…until now.

Rookie journalist Camarin Torres is a crusader against discrimination, partially to assuage the guilt she feels over the suicide of her obese, bullied twin sister. She reluctantly accepts a job offered by handsome publisher Lyle Fletcher, a widower with a vendetta, who sees Torres as salvation for Trend, his fledgling fashion magazine. Torres, however, detests everything the publication stands for, and joins solely to transform its judgmental, objectifying content.

As an unexpected romance blossoms, the overconfident, justice-hungry reporter defies orders and infiltrates Mangel's world—only to find herself in the crosshairs of a vigilante group targeting the sixty-billion-dollar diet industry. Unmasking the killer may save her life but shatter her heart: every clue seems to implicate Fletcher, her mercurial mentor and lover, as the group's mastermind.

With a sassy, snarky voice and multi-cultural overtones, Sashing Mona Lisa explores body shaming and its victims: the disenfranchised who don't conform to society's arbitrary norms, and the lengths they will go to for love and acceptance.

Content Warning: contains some strong language, violence, and explicit sexual scenes

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"Mr. Fletcher, I'd be happy to help with the copyediting," Camarin said. "But if I can safely prove to you that there's something more behind the Blubber Be Gone murder, without going out and personally putting myself in harm's way, would you consider a piece on the possible implications behind it?" Fletcher shook his head and laughed. "Camarin, you strike me as a persistent young lady, and it's clear you're not easily dissuaded. Hans Wynan must approve all copy decisions. Do you honestly think you can investigate this subtly, without letting him know you're not giving him a hundred percent of your attention?" "I do." "Okay, let's keep this just between us for now. I'd like you to work up a preliminary outline of the story you propose. Get it to me by Friday?" Camarin smiled her first big smile of the day. Inside, she was performing mental cartwheels. "I'd be delighted to, Mr. Fletcher." "Camarin, I do have one problem with you." "You do?" Her high-flying elation took a sudden nosedive. "Yes, and I'm only going to say this once. Please call me Lyle." She took a deep breath. "Lyle…it just doesn't feel right. You're my boss, and in the Chamorro culture, we pay profound respect to—" "The elderly?" She was about to apologize, to tell him that she was referring to supervisors, when she caught the evil glimmer in his eyes and realized he was just kidding with her. Emboldened by her big win of the day, she ignored her dead sister Monaeka's voice telling her to play it safe, that a handsome man of stature would never be interested in a girl like her, and instead her impulsive streak took over. She decided to take a gamble. "If I was indicating you were elderly, you'd definitely know it," she countered, echoing the line he'd used the day they'd met. "Oh, how so?" "You really want to know?" Fletcher nodded. She stood up, silently begging her knees not to buckle underneath her, and shot a look backward to ensure the door was closed. Then she walked around the desk until she was standing at Fletcher's side. "Give me your hand." Fletcher held out his right arm. Locking her gaze with his, Camarin grasped his palm, bowed her head slightly, lifted the back of his hand to her nose and sniffed deeply. The sweet-soapy-musky tones of Tabac romanced her olfactory glands, reminding her of summers spent at Macy's, selling men's fragrances. "This custom is called nginge'," she explained. "Elders are considered manåmko', and those who are considered to hold wisdom are called mañaina. When we sniff the back of your hand, it is our way of taking in the essence of your spirit while expressing respect and honor." "Really? Hmmm," he said softly, the words smooth as lip gloss, his eyes never wavering from her. The heat emanating from their clasped hands hinted at secrets yet unspoken. "Yes. And I would curtsy slightly, like this, and since you are a man—" "I am indeed a man," he murmured. Camarin felt herself blushing but persevered. "Since you are a man, I would say ñot, and you would say—" She felt him squeeze her hand as they continued their unbroken stare. "I would say…" She paused, lightheaded, the air suddenly as thin as atop Mt. Baldy back home. "You would say dioste ayudi, which means—" At that moment, there was a loud knock on the door. Startled, Camarin pulled away just as Hans barged inside. "Lyle, I need your approval on the Have You Heard? seg—oh, Camarin, I didn't realize you were in here." "I-I was just leaving." She grabbed at her pad and pen but hit the edge of the ballpoint instead, sending it careening through the air and crash-landing in a corner by the window. Klutz! "Thanks again, Mr.…L-Lyle," she stammered and practically slammed into Wynan as she made a beeline for the door. Once outside, she leaned against the wall, trying to ignore Monaeka's laughter at her failed attempt at flirtation, her heart pounding as loud and fast as a native drumbeat. "Pitch giving you trouble, Cam?" asked Rachel as she passed, her hands filled with office supplies. "Excuse me?" she answered, still disoriented from whatever that was. "Pitch and toss. Boss." "Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just—" Camarin's cellphone started vibrating, interrupting her thought. She pulled it from her pocket and, hand quivering, put it up to her ear. "Yes?" "You were saying, which means…" Her knees grew weak again. Fletcher had her private number? Camarin turned away from Rachel and whispered into the phone, "Which means God help you." "Ah. Well, considering our upcoming plans to turn this magazine around, I'd say, He'd better help us both."

 

 
WHO IS D.M. BARR?
 
By day, a mild-mannered salesperson, wife, mother, rescuer of senior shelter dogs, competitive trivia player and author groupie, happily living just north of New York City. By night, an author of sex, suspense and satire.
 
My background includes stints in travel marketing, travel journalism, meeting planning, public relations and real estate. I was, for a long and happy time, an award-winning magazine writer and editor. Then kids happened. And I needed to actually make money. Now they're off doing whatever it is they do (of which I have no idea since they won't friend me on Facebook) and I can spend my spare time weaving tales of debauchery and whatever else tickles my fancy.
 
The main thing to remember about my work is that I am NOT one of my characters. For example, as a real estate broker, I've never played Bondage Bingo in one of my empty listings or offed anyone at my local diet clinic.
 
But that's not to say I haven't wanted to...
 
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