Thursday, 2 October 2014

Bound In Blue by Jessica Ingro: Blog Tour | Excerpt | Playlist | Teasers | Giveaway

Synopsis
Strong ties aren't easily broken...

First loves have the ability to fill us with hope and then shatter us when they end. Some people can pick up the pieces and move on. Others simply learn how to exist as a fragment of the person that they used to be.

Shane “Mack” MacAllister is one of the ones simply existing. His wife Ella died at a young age, leaving him alone and broken. Shane knew he’d never be able to give himself to another, believing there was nothing left to give. That is until a young, feisty doctor blazed into his life and made him rethink letting someone into what’s left of his tattered heart.

Dr. Megan Huntley has devoted her life to taking care of others, ever since her twin sister was brutally murdered. She might not have been able to save her sister, but she has made it her mission to help other victims. Long hours in the Emergency Room and volunteer work at the Rape Crisis Center leave little time for relationships. When Megan meets the rugged and handsome Shane MacAllister, she decides to throw caution to the wind and take the police detective for a ride. Too bad she can’t get him out of her head… or her life.

Will Shane and Megan be bound together by true love? Or will past loves and tragedy tear them apart?

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Excerpt

Using
the pearls, I pulled her over to the dining room table. My hands on her waist
helped her up on the table where I positioned her on her knees with her back
facing me. The only thing she wore besides the choker was a sexy pair of heels
that I made her put on before we started. The loop of pearls rested in her ass
crack and the heels of the shoes pressed into the curves of her ass. She was
quite simply perfection. I could have stared at her posed like this for hours.

Pulling
on the pearls her head came back, giving me perfect access to her neck. I ran
my tongue along her skin, feeling goose bumps form on the flesh.

“Do
you like being at my mercy?” My voice was low and full of lust. I loved that she
had this effect on me.

“Yes,”
she whispered.

“Touch
yourself, Megan. Rub that clit for me.”

She
immediately obeyed. Her breath hitched when I pinched her nipples hard at the
same time I bit down on the section of skin where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are
you wet?” I continued to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,”
she answered after several long seconds.

“Show
me how wet. Dip your finger inside and then bring it to my lips.”

She
dutifully obeyed, rubbing her slick digit across my bottom lip before I sucked
it into my mouth. Releasing her finger, I instructed her to go back to touching
herself. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my jacket pocket, I poured it down her
ass crack. Her body trembled as my finger teased her puckered hole before
slipping past the ring of muscles. I moved it in and out at a slow pace.

“You’re
beautiful. Do you know that?”

Her
only answer was for her head to fall forward and a ragged breath to leave her
lungs.

“One
day I’m going to fuck you here. You like that idea. I can tell.”

She
nodded, so I picked up the pace and continued talking low to her. “Tell me how
bad you want my cock right now. How bad you want me to fuck you. Make me crazy,
buttercup. Make me want to tear you in two.”






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Standing
at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered two beers. Waiting for my
change, I jumped when warm breath danced against the skin of my neck. “Tell
your friend you’re leaving. I want
you naked and lying on your bed in exactly thirty minutes.” The word friend was
said like it tasted bad.

“And
if I say no?” The words came out breathlessly as my body tingled with
anticipation.

“Punishment.”
A full body shiver worked through me. One word, highly effective.

“I
can’t waste my beer,” I argued.

Mack
positioned his hands on either side of my body and leaned into my back, getting
as close as he could to me. My belly pressed into the bar, and I thought he
might kiss me, but after several seconds he plucked a bottle from in front of
me. “Now you have no excuse.” I jumped when he landed a smack on my butt, and
then I was watching his back saunter away with my beer.

Still
reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the
backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to
do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of
the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen John in a really long
time, and I didn’t like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to.
And the threat of punishment wasn’t so much of a deterrent, but rather
compelled me to want to disobey him.

Mack
was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart
skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across
his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in
the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the
ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with
an attentiveness that until that point I’d only seen him use in the bedroom. It
was enough to convince me to leave.

“Didn’t
you get yourself one?” John asked when I handed him his beer.

“Nah.
Got called into work. I’m off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner.
I’ll make sauce.”

His
grin was infectious and I found myself smiling even though my insides were
knotted after my conversation with Mack. “I could never pass up your sauce.
I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” John leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad I
ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didn’t want to see
me anymore.” Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After
our history, I couldn’t blame him for being concerned.

“Never,”
I said with conviction. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Sunday.”

I
turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over
my shoulder, my eyes met Mack’s and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes.

MeetTheAuthor


Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.

Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.






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Raven by Stacey Rourke: Blog Tour

Synopsis
An infamous love, destined nevermore,
For death could not claim, the enchanting Lenore.

Cursed by the malevolent spirit of the Headless Horseman, Ireland Crane ventures to Manhattan in search of a way to break her soul crushing bond. Instead, she discovers the lines between fact and fiction are blurring once more. Croaking ravens. Telltale hearts. Could the works of Poe be coming to pass with handsome Wall Street Midas Ridley Peolte as their unwilling target?

She walks the Earth, a plague on mankind,
searching for he, her rotted heart doth pine.

Together, the two unknowingly release a dark force death itself could not tame. Surrounded by the unrelenting violence and mayhem they’ve unleashed, Ireland feels her control over the Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her, she and her crew must follow the clues of the dead to right a centuries’ old wrong. Will it be enough to sate the Horseman’s appetite?

Hell hath no fury like a ghoul scorned.
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Clamping

her eyes on the wash of tears that threatened, Ireland ignored the wailing of
her heart … and laid a palm to each of their cheeks. One lone tear snuck
between her lashes at the cascade of tingles seeping up her arms.

“You

can’t blame them for not understanding,” a familiar voice drawled behind her.

She

spun as he neared, leaving Rip and Noah wheezing for breath—or, more likely,
completion of her task.

Techno-colored

flowers bloomed in a colorless world each time the sole of Ridley’s shoes met
the earth. The crisp cut of his white, tailored suit was accented by a burst of
color from the button-down shirt beneath that changed in hue to match the
species of flowers that sprung to life. Hydrangeas blue. Orchid purple. Lily
fuchsia. Rose coral. As he neared, Ireland noticed his eyes morphed to match as
well. The result hypnotic.

His

haggard and troubled façade was a thing of the past. The man before her exuded
confidence and a zest for life from every pore. The draw of which was so
magnetic Ireland had to fight to keep her feet planted while her body insisted
she close the distance between them.

“To

them this is a thrill, a game of chicken against the Reaper himself.” Ridley
paused beside her, his shoulder skimming hers. Even then he didn’t grace her
with a glance, his attention fixed on Rip and Noah. Tipping his head toward
her, the warmth of his breath teased over her breast bone. “For us, it’s
destiny.”

The

moment he stepped away from her, the chill of solitude lashed at Ireland’s soul
and cut deep. Bending eye-level with her withering subjects, Ridley pursed his
rose petal lips to blow a soft, healing breath over both of them. Wan
complexions of the dying were ripened to plump apricot. Both men blinked away
their disappointment before dipping in a low bow—foreheads to the ground in a
show of respect.

“No need for that, boys.” Ridley smoothed

the front of his suit coat, a self-depreciating chuckle playing over his lips.
Neither humbled servant budged.

“You’re like me?” Pacing in a slow circle

around him, Ireland’s eyes narrowed.

He matched her steps, leading them in an

intimate waltz normally reserved for predators—or lovers.

“Like you?” He tsked. “Oh no, my darling

flower. There is no other like you. Our only similarity is being pawns in a
game that began centuries before either of our fathers got an amorous gleam in
their eyes.”

Ireland’s gaze lingered over the soft curve

of his mouth, wondering if his lips could possibly taste as delectable as they
looked. “How do we play?”

Curling one finger into a ruffled tuft of

her skirt, Ridley pulled her to him. Bowing his head, he brushed his cheek over
the delicate curve of her collarbone. “The game is already in motion,” he
murmured. “The rule sheet not meant for our eyes. All we can do now is stay
alive.”

Ireland weaved her fingers into his hair,

yanking his head back with a passion driven force that bordered on violent.
“I’ve taken lives. I’m a monster,” she snarled against his lips, tormenting
them both with the agonizing veil of energy that denied their touch.

His hand snaked up her arm to find her

fingers and loosen her grasp. Palm to palm. Fingers entwined with fingers.
“Does granting it make me any better?”

Ridley didn’t give her time to answer. With

one hand pressed to the small of her back he crushed her to him. Their lips met
with a desperate urgency that caused Heaven and Earth to quake in nervous
anticipation of what was coming …

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MeetTheAuthor


RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel

Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012

Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013

Stacey Rourke lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.
     





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