Saturday, December 16, 2017

BLOG TOUR: When the Snowman Whispered by Kenya Wright SPOTLIGHT










  Title: When the Snowman Whispered


By: Kenya Wright


Publication Date: December 23, 2016


Genre: Paranormal Romance








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***Warning: This book contains adult language, graphic violence, and explicit sex that may be disturbing for some readers. This book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.***




**A Standalone Novella dealing with Romance and Hoodoo Folk Magic**



When the Snowman whispered, Faith’s marriage had crumbled and the world had already gone insane. Instead of a holly jolly Christmas, the garbage of humanity filled the news. A crazy election and mass shootings. Riots and protests. People screamed at each other on and offline.



In 2016, the world had gone mad and,

maybe Faith too.



Because there was a snowman. And she carved him into a cold, chiseled masterpiece. And he came alive. Maybe due to the mojo bag her mother gave her for Christmas. Maybe due to the human insanity bleeding and spilling its rot onto the earth.



Or maybe it was all that hunger,

sweltering inside of Faith and yearning to wake up and break free.



Regardless,

that beautiful snow man whispered.



He came alive.



And things will never be the same.







5.0 out of 5 stars ~ S. Lowry

A bit of fantasy, a bit of strange like the twilight zone with a bit of magic all tied in a messy bow of fun






4.0 out of 5 stars ~ Steamy IR Reads

Original, intrigueing, creative masterpiece

It was more to the story than i anticipated. It had the horror of Tananarive Due , the passion and mystery of Game of Thrones, and the realism and cautionary tale of Toni Morrison, with the mysticism of Alice Walker. A good read.






























I wish he was real.



I shaped him from snow,



and he stood tall above me.



He was chiseled glass in the winter. A life-sized crystal man, slick and curved in all the right places. I used a step ladder to smooth the top of his head, my knife to line his muscles, and my hands to form his face.



Beautiful.



I clutched the tiny red leather bag hanging from a string around my neck. A piece of twine tied it closed. A heart-shaped key dangled on its side. Letting go of the bag, I licked my lips and imagined him alive and in front of me.



He’s gorgeous. I’d melt all over him.



I sculpted for a living, but this had been my best work.



The snowman’s flesh appeared like crushed pearls. I slipped my fingers along the smooth line of his body—shivering from the touch of him. He was frozen pecs and a cold bulge at his groin. A frosty masterpiece. I used my earrings for his eyes—oval sapphires surrounded by diamonds. They sparkled in the winter sun.



“Those are some expensive eyes, my friend.” I placed the hat on his head.













Kenya Wright wrote her first novel during her third year at UM Law school. She dropped out a month after the release and never looked back.



Words are power, and Kenya wants to be the greatest wizard that ever lived.



It's an audacity to inspire and teach the healing of love through arousal.



It's this crazy idea that love can not only help a reader escape, but the story can also teach the person

about being human, while making them laugh, cry, and hot for more sex.







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Thursday, December 14, 2017

COVER REVEAL: EVERWYLDE by Donna Grant

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Everwylde, an all-new paranormal romance from Donna Grant is is coming April 16th!

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Everwylde by Donna Grant
Genre: Paranormal Romance


To live in the light, they hunt in the dark…
Strong-willed and cunning, Ravyn was taken in as a child by a group of witch Hunters who raised her to be the best of the best. When she receives word that the witch who murdered her mother and ripped apart her world is nearby, Ravyn begins her hunt. In her quest to locate the witch, she finds her hunt impeded again and again by a gorgeous and powerful man. But she won’t be denied and intends to do whatever is necessary to complete her assignment. But the Coven is more dangerous than ever, and Ravyn may not be enough to thwart their latest endeavor.
Despite his bravery, Sir Carac is content to spend his days in the tavern when he’s not leading his men. But when a skirmish breaks out that threatens the marquis’ precious holdings, Carac is sent to the front lines to head off the attack. He suddenly finds his mission changed after he's approached by the most spirited and beautiful woman he has ever seen. But trust doesn’t come easily to the spitfire, and his loyalties make it hard to do anything but follow orders. It’s soon apparent that priceless antiquities are only the beginning of what they’re fighting for―and what they stand to lose.

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Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.

Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.
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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

COVER REVEAL: Bleu Balls by Tara Lain



Bleu Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series #7)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:
Double trouble. The McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, are renowned for their talents—both as fine artists and for thrilling the various men who catch their eyes. As different in style and personality as their DNA is identical, they’re nonetheless best friends who divide and conquer, with Robin doing the serious painting and Bobby adding the sunny salesmanship.

But when their most important client decides Bobby must wield the paintbrush, the brothers revert to childhood tactics and switch places. Then along comes Micah, a handsome doctor who’s attracted to Bobby but invites Robin out to try to please his homophobic brother, and Paolo, the pain-in-the-butt client who thinks he’s wooing Bobby when he’s actually after Robin. Paolo harbors his own hidden pain that weirdly intersects with Robin’s, but pride and privacy conspire to produce what will either be a masterpiece—or end up as Dogs Playing Poker.



Available for pre-order

Also Available in Paperback


Release Date
January 9, 2018



Excerpt




“Poor dear. You do look like you feel awful. Dr. Brown will be right in.” Her head popped out and the door closed.

Good old Dr. Brown had been his and Robin’s doctor for two years. The guy was probably in his seventies, but they both liked that nothing really fazed him. Bobby had even come in when his butthole got irritated after one particularly wild weekend, and Dr. B. had just given him some liquid lavender to drop into a carrier oil. He’d been better in a couple of days and back up to his old tricks. In fact, they both used the lavender mixture now before they had sex. Sex. Jeez, even that didn’t sound good to him, and that never happened.

He flopped over on his side with his legs still hanging off the table and closed his eyes. Death warmed over. Drifting felt good. He needed to get better and call Valerie. Had to know if they got the commission. But not right now.

He sighed.

“Did you die while waiting for me?”

The voice didn’t sound like Dr. B.’s up-from-the-projects drawl at all. Slowly Bobby opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He sat up fast, got light-headed, and fell back onto the table, closing his eyes against the suddenly blinding light.

“Oh dear.” Two strong hands gripped his feet and slid them up where a table extension magically appeared.

“Sorry. Sat up too fast.” Bobby flopped an arm over his eyes.

“Just lie still.” Deep, warm, and distinctly cultured, like ivy grew all over his voice.

Bobby breathed, then slowly lifted his arm and opened his eyes. “Uh, you’re not Dr. Brown.”

“Ah, but I am.” The man—who couldn’t be more than twentysomething and clearly modeled for Jay-Z in his spare time—grinned, and craterous dimples appeared in what were otherwise lean cheeks. “I’m simply not the Dr. Brown you were expecting.”

Bobby let out a long sigh and sat up. “You sure aren’t.” His gaze clung to that startling face, all shiny skin, short-clipped black hair, and most startling of all, light hazel eyes.

“I’m Micah Brown. The Dr. Brown you were expecting is my father, and he’s cutting back his practice time and letting me take over some of his workload. Hope you don’t mind.” He pulled the afghan down and placed his stethoscope against Bobby’s back. “Breathe.”

Bobby inhaled, coughed, then tried to smile, though every move hurt his head. “Sorry. Just assure me you actually have a license and don’t just play a doctor on TV.”

Brown laughed, a deep rumbly sound Bobby wanted to hear through that stethoscope. “Breathe.”

Bobby inhaled and exhaled, trying desperately not to cough.

“Yep, I’ve got a degree or two and even belong to the AMA.” He hooked the device around his neck and started feeling Bobby’s upper chest with cool, gentle fingers.

Oh my. Earlier, sex hadn’t even interested Bobby. Now? Well, he might make an exception in the case of Dr. Micah Brown. Dear God, the doc was so close, Bobby could lick him. Of course, that might not be covered by his PPO.











The Balls to the Wall Series








Volley Balls
Bk #1


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Fire Balls 
Bk #2


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Beach Balls
Bk #3



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Snow Balls
Bk #4


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FAST Balls
Bk #5


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High Balls

Bk #6




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Prefer paperback?
The first and second book are now available in paperback! 








About the Author





Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


You can find Tara at Lain

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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

BLOG TOUR: The Frenemy Series by Kate Benson SPOTLIGHT



The Frenemy Series
by Kate Benson
Romantic Comedy

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Kate Benson was raised in Texas and currently resides in central Florida with her husband and their growing army of fur minions.
She learned to read at the age of four and has been hooked ever since. She credits her passion for literature to her mother, her love of story-telling to her father and her unwavering faith in happily-ever-after’s to her husband, Sean.
Some of her favorite things include rainy days, loud music, superhero movies, hot tea and of course, lazy afternoons with a great book.
To find out more about Kate, her work or to just say hello, she loves hearing from her readers and can be found on social media.
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**This book contains adult content intended for mature readers**

Dash
Evie King.
God, even her name leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
I’ve put up with her for years for my best friend, her overprotective older brother, Mason.
I’d grown comfortable in my distaste, reliant on my hatred. But when a favor goes too far and I wake up naked next to my sworn nemesis in a hotel room in Dallas?
That’s when my life begins spiraling out of control.
We swore we’d keep it between us. We vowed to never let it happen again.
Until…
Can you crave and loathe someone at the same time?
I’m about to find out.
It only takes one snowflake to start an avalanche.
Welcome to the avalanche.

Evie
Have you ever met one of those people who just dry humps your last nerve?
Enter Dash Hunter. Humper of my nerves.
Leave it to this jackass to ruin my life.
I’d had it all, but one drunken mistake with this asshole has it all crashing down.
They say everything happens for a reason, but I see no rhyme or reason to this disaster.
This was never what we wanted, not at all what we planned.
We were supposed to do our respective walks of shame and move on, but then…
We were blindsided. We never saw it coming.
All we want is to go back to what made sense, back to hating each other, but there’s a problem.
How do you defeat your enemy when you’re no longer frigid?



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***This book contains content intended for mature readers***

Evie
Boy meets girl, they spend a decade at each other’s throats, seething with hatred until fate lands them wasted together in an airport hotel, waking naked and hungover to find they’d done the unthinkable.
Tale as old as time, right?
Dash and I both thought that’d be the happy ending of our dysfunctional fairy tale, but months of bad decisions have somehow led us to where we are now-crazy in love, despite how hard we fought it.
I guess we’d be alright if we hadn’t forgotten one minor detail: We still had to tell my insanely overprotective brother and Dash’s best friend, Mason, the truth about us.
We thought the feelings we had for each other would fade out as quickly as the alcohol, that we could fight fate.
We were wrong.

Dash
Secrets, lies, deception… we should have known from the jump we weren’t smart enough to pull any of it off.
I’m not sure what me and Evie were thinking. Hell, we were so blindsided by all of this, I think it’s safe to say we weren’t thinking at all.
If we had been, we would have moved on before everything went to hell. I should have turned around and ran before I fell for her wicked vagina voodoo, but I didn’t.
What started as the most awkward walk of shame in history with my nemesis shifted into something neither of us saw coming.
We were powerless… hooked… it came for us, slamming into us like a cinder block.
By the time we looked up and saw what was happening, it was too late.
We were already sprung.



 

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