Saturday, 28 February 2015

Blog Tour - Make Me Forget by Brandy Lynn | #NewAdult #romance #debut

Title: Make Me Forget
Author: Brandy Lynn
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: 23 February 2015

Cover Design: Shoutlines Design

*Inspired by true events*

Where do you turn when the ones who are supposed to love you most, hurt you? 

When is enough, enough? 

That is the exact question Chloe Evans had when she escaped her own personal hell that terrifying night. Even though the road to rebuilding her life has been tough, she's spent the last few years trying to mend her battered soul. Doubting that all her efforts are even worth it, she begins to feel she will forever be tied to the man who took everything away from her. 

Ryder Matthews is the epitome of what most girls associate with perfection. With his good looks, bad boy persona, multiple tattoos and piercings he is every girl’s fantasy; every girl except Chloe Evans that is. Ryder sees Chloe as a that he's more than confident he will win.

Drew Nichols is every girls dream guy. He’s sweet, sincere, trusting, and most of all patient. He’s exactly what Chloe needs in her life, but is he who she wants? 

We all have things in life we'd like to forget about. Some bigger than others. When Chloe uses college as her diversion to escape the memories, will either of them be able to make her forget?

“I told you!” I sing, putting down the utensils and glancing around the
room. It has gotten busier in here since we sat down. My eyes fall on the pool table behind the glass doors that
lead into the adjacent bar, where a couple is just leaving. “Ever play?”
She glances around to where I'm staring
and shakes her head. “No, can’t say that I have.”
“We could use a little bit of fun to break up the seriousness.” I
eagerly get up and grab her hand. Pulling her to her feet, we walk toward the
“I am going to look ridiculous,” she argues.
I laugh. “Does it matter? Just focus on us and I promise…I won’t laugh.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she replies sarcastically, as I hand her a
pool stick. She watches me chalk it up and then follows suit.
I start to rack the balls, and she is intently watching me. “The key to
this game is to keep your eyes on the subject.”
She raises her eyebrows, and I laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll catch on.”
“You go first,” she replies, eyeing the table.
I grab the cue ball and place it on the table then slowly I move the
stick and connect with the ball. It hits the balls and they all scatter, but
none of them land in a pocket. I groan. “The object is to get the ball in the
She laughs. “Really? What a concept.”
“Now, it’s your turn.”
She stands behind the cue ball, looking awkward but sexy as hell. As she
slides the stick between her fingers, she seems to wait for the perfect time.
Once she lets go, she misses the cue ball altogether. I try to contain my
laughter as I walk behind her. I wrap my arms around her, cradling her, showing
her how to shoot. She glances up and our eyes meet. If I knew that she wouldn’t
slap me, I would kiss her. Instead, I look back down to the balls and slowly
move her arm with the pool stick.
“Nice and easy,” I whisper. Her eyes turn back to the ball, and I can
hear her raspy breathing. I wonder if it is because of our close proximity with
one another. I feel my dick harden from the close proximity of having her bent
over the table, as images run through my mind of taking her on the table slow
and steady. The stick hits the cue ball and it connects with one of the
stripes, landing it in the corner pocket. I pull back slightly readjusting
myself before she notices that I'm sporting a semi from our brief
contact.“Great job!” I yell excitedly, sadly pulling away from her body.
She turns around and winks, causing me to take notice of the way that
she is suddenly flirting with me. “I had a good teacher.” She walks back around the table and shoots another ball into a
I stare at her, as she connects the cue ball with another and then
“Really?” I quip, placing my hands on the table staring at her. “Did you
just hustle me?”
She shrugs. “At least we didn’t play for money.” Then she runs the rest
of the stripes into the pockets and finally pockets the eight ball. She puts
her pool stick back in the rack and crosses her arms. “That was fun. Have any
other ideas?”
I shake my head. This girl hustled me, and I will never live it down. I
am thankful that the guys aren’t here to witness this shit, but I know that she
will find a way to tell everyone. For some reason, I don’t even care. I'm just
amazed at how the evening took a turn for the better.

There’s a huge banner hanging above the entrance that says, Welcome
. Distracted with reading it, I almost collide with my resident
Popping her gum she sticks out her hand and says “Hey, I’m Erin, the RA for your floor and you are?”
Wiping my clammy hands on my jeans I stick out my hand, “Chloe Evans.”
She shakes it, then untucks a clipboard from under her arm and flips
through the attached stack of papers. “Okay...” she runs her fingers over the
pages. “Evans, Chloe... let me see. Here you are. You are in room 306. Third
floor,” she replies cheerily.
“Great. Thank you,” I say. Time to unpack. I head back to my car
to grab a couple of boxes. Heaving two boxes and a bag out of my trunk, I turn
to head up to my dorm when suddenly I lose my grip, my toe hitches on the curb
and just before I face-plant on the concrete, I'm caught by two strong arms
that pull me back to my feet.
For a moment, all I can see are muscular arms covered in tattoos. I
catch a glimpse of the name Matthews written in black Celtic script
running the length of his forearm from below his elbow to his wrist. When I
look up, his striking cobalt blue eyes distract me from my embarrassment. His
jet-black hair looks just long enough for me to run my fingers through it and
I'll be damned if that's not exactly what I want to do. His thick lips are
spread wide in a charming smile. His features are strong and his jaw line is
chiseled, softened only by a day's worth of stubble. He's the paragon of
masculine beauty.
Dumbstruck, I flush with embarrassment. I'm staring but who
wouldn’t stare at him? He's amused; I can see
 it in his eyes.
“Tha –Than
– Thank you,” I stutter. Geez, Chloe
could you sound anymore ridiculous,
I scold myself. Get your shit together. Despite the cautioning voices in my head, I
hesitate to detach myself from his arms. Somehow I find the strength to step
back just a bit.
“No problem, sweetheart. Next time watch those curbs. I may not
always be around.” He winks and at first I'm speechless, then almost
immediately indignant.

“I am not your sweetheart.” I've never been a fan of nicknames which is why I’m
so upset at his callous use of one. Just hearing the word 'sweetheart' makes me
cringe. That term is not a term of endearment for me. It brings back memories.
Memories that I don’t want unleashed and demons that I don’t want chasing me.
I’ve spent years ridding myself of those dark times and I do not want to go
“Not yet,” he replies. Those two words threaten to make me weak
in the knees. His voice is a dark rich baritone, like an audible dessert. He is
definitely confident and arrogant, I think to myself. Either way, I am ready to
give it back to him.
“Yet? I stare at him questioning with large doe-eyes. I cannot
believe the audacity this guy has. “You’re awful confident for just meeting
me,” I balk.
"I enjoy a challenge princess," he winks, walking
away. Who the fuck was that? And, what
the hell just happened to m

Stepping into the building, I carefully maneuver myself through the
throngs of people towards the elevator. As I step in, one of the boxes starts
to fall from my arms and I quickly lean forward to try to catch it, when all of
a sudden the entire contents in my arms start tumbling down. “FUCK.MY.LIFE,” I
yell. Can this day get any worse? I
have been here for less than an hour and already I’ve made an ass out of myself
in front of people I don’t know.
“Here, let me help you,” a sweet sexy voice says. I peek around the
boxes and notice a gorgeous guy picking up the contents that are spread out all
over the elevator. He’s got dirty-blonde shaggy hair that hangs in a sexy mused
manner, blazing brown eyes that remind me of my favorite mocha chocolate latte,
tan skin that looks like he should be on a beach in Cali, and a straight
angular jaw line that’s clean cut. He is
definitely a pretty boy.
Wow, who
would have known that little old Radford could breed em’ like this,
I think
to myself. I’m taken aback by that thought just a bit. I mean I haven’t thought
about guys in a long time. It’s strange and exciting all at the same time. I really have made a lot of progress these
past few years. 
“Thanks so much. I’m not sure why I thought I could make it upstairs
with all these boxes without an incident. I am so clumsy. I really do
appreciate your help. I’m sorry if I inconvenienced you in anyway,” I ramble. What the hell is wrong with me today? It
must be the new environment. I typically don’t talk to men I don’t know and I
definitely don’t ramble on about nonsense.
Mr. Sweet and Sexy cocks an eyebrow and I see the tilt of a smirk on his
lips when he says “Really, it’s fine. I’m glad I was able to help out. Which
floor were you headed too? I can help you take up this load to prevent any more
accidents” Yep, kill me now. Immediately,
I feel my neck start to warm from the flush. I’m sure my skin is glowing
crimson red.
“Um, third floor, Room 306, I believe.” Oh. My. God. I just blurted out where I will be living to some random
dude because he’s hot, sexy, or showed me a little kindness. What the hell is
happening to me?
After everything I’ve been through you would think I know
not to give out personal tidbits about my life, such as where the hell to find
me. I quickly duck my head trying to hide the fact that I feel exposed, because
this guy, who I have no idea who he is, now knows where I will lay my head down
at night.
“Cool. My cousin is actually in 306, Alexis Nichols. That’s where I was
headed. “Actually,” he chuckles “She called me over to help her and her new
roommate unload boxes and shit. You must be Chloe?” Sticking out his hand, he
smiles a genuine smile with a slight glimmer in his eye. Introducing himself,
he says “Drew Nichols.”
Reluctantly, I place my hand in his and introduce myself; “Yes, I’m
Chloe; Chloe Evans. It’s good to meet you. So much for a good first
impression,” I giggle softly. Did I just
I am way outside of my comfort zone. This has to be my subconscious
talking because I, Chloe Evans, do not do shit like this.

will not look up. I will not look up. I will not look up
. I repeat the mantra in my head hoping that
I can avoid that intense stare of his. Those eyes are like a beacon looking in.
I could get lost in those cobalt blue eyes for days. It’s a powerful feeling
that makes me almost uncomfortable; like he can see my scars, pain, and the
numbness inside. I shift uncomfortably; I still haven’t answered him when I
feel him tilt my chin up with his index finger. Instinctively I pull away
looking at him like he has two heads. I hear him chuckle softly.
“What no answer, princess?”
“Sorry. I’m just…surprised that’s all,” I shift uncomfortably in my
seat, looking down picking an invisible piece of lint from the hem of my shirt.
“Surprised that I could sing?” he asks with mock hurt.
Throwing my head back, I laugh at his cockiness. “No, I was just
surprised to see you here, and that you can sing so…well,” I mumble slightly
embarrassed by my admission.
“So you do think I’m good, huh?” I see the laugh in his eyes and can
tell he enjoys this banter.
“Yes! Alright, I do. I thought you guys were pretty badass. The entire
show was phenomenal.”
“Ahh, see that’s all I wanted you to do. Just admit that you liked it. I
could see you bobbing your head all the way from the stage,” he laughs, and
when he does a deep throaty sound resonates from his windpipe. It’s so sensual.
I swear I want to bottle that sound up so I can pop the top and listen to it
anytime that I want.
“Well I did. You guys are great and if your fan club is any indication
they think so too. I point over his shoulder and he turns his head in the
direction I’m pointing in. I hear him let out a low hiss but not low enough
that I didn’t catch it.

Brandy Lynn resides in Richmond, Virginia with her husband, teenage son, and furry friend. She's a retired blogger, chocoholic, aspiring writer, wine lover, avid reader, procrastinator, animal lover, and a craft fanatic. Her debut novel, Make Me Forget is scheduled to release on February 23, 2015.


Friday, 27 February 2015

Blog Tour - The Gilded Cuff by Lauren Smith | #new #BDSM #romance

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Title: The Gilded Cuff
Series: Surrender Series #1
Author: Lauren Smith
Genre: Contemporary/BDSM Romance


Every passion has its price . . .

Journalist Sophie Ryder has been following Emery Lockwood’s story since she was a little girl. There has always been something in his haunted eyes that she couldn’t resist and now, when she’s certain he holds the key to solving a string of kidnappings, she’ll do anything to speak to him. Even if it means venturing deep into the seductive world of the Gilded Cuff, a luxurious BDSM club on Long Island’s Gold Coast and Emery’s personal playground.

From the moment Sophie enters his shadowy, sensual domain, Emery Lockwood knows this tantalizing new little sub was meant to belong to him. However, Sophie wants more from Emery than just pleasure . . . she wants his past. And that is something he isn’t willing to give—no matter who is asking. But every moment he spends with Sophie, Emery feels his control slipping and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he surrenders to her heart, body, and soul.

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He kissed her with raw possession, his mouth showing her how wicked it would be between them. Wild, dark, and completely free. She wanted that more than anything, the freedom to let go, to give in to the erotic dreams she’d spent years ignoring but never had felt safe enough to give in to before. His kiss broke down every barrier, obliterated every part of herself she tried to hide. Sophie lifted her chin, offering him her mouth, pleading for him. Emery drew a quick breath, eyes widening before his lashes fell to half-mast, his gaze drawn to her lips.

When he took her lips, he dominated her with the depth of his claiming. She breathed him in, like drawing the first heavy breath upon waking from a thousand-year sleep. Sophie came alive in that single moment. The woman she’d been all these years since losing Rachel, the scared little girl fighting against the evils in the world, was gone. In her place was the woman she’d always wanted to be, a woman not afraid to live her life. She couldn’t shut this man out like she had her other friends or her family. No. He demanded she give in to him. Electric tingles pulsed outward from the places they touched, setting her senses on fire, fogging her mind. His kiss consumed her—enveloping her until she was lost, set adrift in a haze of desire, longing, and aching.

She felt his mouth tremble against hers; he seemed to strain to keep his possession under control, to bank the fires of his passion. His tongue slipped between her lips, thrusting in time with the rocking of his hips 
against hers in tiny circles. He gave up his control and took her over. His body weighed hers down, his hips rocking into hers. He could have done anything to her in that moment, and she’d have agreed to it. Sophie’s inner muscles clenched, empty and wet, yearning for him, but it was his kiss that was her downfall—almost brutal with craving, as though he was a thirsty man savoring his first sip of water from her mouth. All his focus, all his energy seemed to be on her, on her lips.

About the Author

Amazon best-selling author Lauren Smith is an attorney by day, author by night, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s a native Oklahoman who lives with her three pets—a feisty chinchilla, sophisticated cat and dapper little schnauzer. She's won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including being an Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.
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Thursday, 26 February 2015

Blog Tour - Ansleigh's Grotto by JT Cheyanne | #new #fantasy #paranormal #MM #giveaway



Dylan Matthews lives in a world of fantasy. As a video game designer, there are no limits on how far or wide his imagination could stretch. He loves his work and excels at bringing the visions in his head to a game console. The luck of his Irish heritage seems to touch him when his prototype Zombie ApoXalypse is bought days after he inherits a mansion in the heart of the Appalachian mountains. Life is indeed magical.
Ansleigh has waited centuries for one man, only to find him and then lose him due to his own inability to trust in their burgeoning love. The magick of Mother Earth flows within him and through him allowing him to nourish the Grotto where he makes his home. Yet, he yearns for the male that nurtures his soul. When the whims of Fate bring his Cosantoir back into his life, does he have the courage to accept his heritage?

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As the fantasies in his head become reality and the monsters of nightmares crawl through the forest, can Dylan forgive broken promises to protect the Croi? There is no pause button when the Fae and human worlds collide. Will Dylan have what it takes to master the maze and win Ansleigh’s freedom?

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Best Selling Author of Grand Slam, J.T. Cheyanne is a genre crosser who writes romance and paranormal in the m/m and m/f genres. J.T. Cheyanne resides in the beautiful state of Alabama. J.T. lives with her two sons and daughter. An avid reader since fourth grade, she has only just started writing her own stories. She also has several works published with her co-author, V.L. Moon.

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New Release - Broken Chords by Carrie Elks | #new #rockstar #family #UK

Title: Broken Chords
Series: Love in London #2
Author: Carrie Elks
Genre: Rockstar Romance
Release Date: 26 February 2015

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Lara knows she should feel lucky. Married to the man of her dreams, with a gorgeous new baby, she should be enjoying her happy-ever-after. But she never expected motherhood to be so difficult, or for her life to change so dramatically.

Alex has it all: hot, tattooed looks, a beautiful wife, and a band that's finally getting noticed. A lucrative offer of a US tour should be the icing on the cake. But as he leaves the country, distance isn't the only thing that starts to pull their relationship apart.

With half a world dividing them, Alex and Lara have to battle for a marriage they once took for granted.

Broken Chords is the second story in the Love in London series but can be read completely as a stand-alone. 
Though it's a series, it's not a serial and there are no cliffhangers, each book features a different couple!

“What do you do the rest of the week?”

“I’m a good girl. I go to bed early.”


My heart sped at that question. It was loaded, obviously, but the way he put it out there so soon seemed genuine.

“Alone with my thoughts.”

“Alone with your thoughts,” he repeated, slowly nodding his head. “You use your right or your left hand for that?”

I coughed out a laugh. Dirty boy. “You seem very interested in my bedroom habits, Mr Cartwright. There are some things a girl likes to keep secret.”

“I bet you use your left hand,” he carried on, as if I hadn't spoken. His voice lowered, so I had to step forward to hear him.

The next time he spoke I felt his breath tickling at my ear. “I'd pay good money to see you alone with your thoughts.”


Carrie Elks lives near London, England and writes contemporary romance with a dash of intrigue. At the age of twenty-one she left college with a political science degree, a healthy overdraft and a soon-to-be husband. She loves to travel and meet new people, and has lived in the USA and Switzerland as well as the UK. An avid social networker, she tries to limit her Facebook and Twitter time to stolen moments between writing chapters. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can usually be found baking, drinking wine or working out how to combine the two.


Blog Tour - The Trouble With Marrying A Movie Star | #movie #star #romance #sale #99cents #giveaway

Title: The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star
Series: Red Carpet #2
Author: Z.N. Willett
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 22, 2014
Her most desired fantasies were finally being fulfilled, but at what cost?

Alexandria Moore's dreams have come true since she met actor Andrew Hughes. 

Yet, when it’s revealed that he is her muse, will it cause them to grow closer, or shatter the dream into a figment of her imagination?

Will her reality survive the fantasy she has created?

They have already overcome distance, adversity, jealousy and misunderstandings. Can their relationship survive public scrutiny, old flames, insecurities and now deception?

Flashes of bright lights so blinding, that when you close your eyes, all you see is bursts of light under your lids. Your ears begin to ring, as they try to decipher the loud voices that are screaming and yelling at you, until everything becomes a mumbled blur.

Even though I could feel Andrew's hand as he pulled me through the crowd of paparazzi, at moments, I felt enclosed and alone. I felt somewhat alarmed by the frenzy of reporters that we had to walk past as we hurried to the ticket counter. I struggled to look up as camera flashes continued to assault my senses. This is what it feels like to have your picture taken without your consent—not knowing where it was going, or what they would do with it. Usually, it is a family member or friend on the other side of the lens. They capture a place, or time in your life that means something. You can always veto a lousy photo if you want, or laugh at the ones that have been taken. But this felt…wrong.

As we approached the counter, there was a woman in a red jacket that instantly greeted us. "I called security, Mr. Hughes." Andrew nodded, and greeted her with a handshake.

"Thank you. My Security Director wanted to leave someone with us, but I insisted that we would be fine."

Andrew looked at me apologetically. "My girlfriend has caused quite a stir," Andrew said, squeezing my hand tightly as he tried to make light of the situation.

She nodded in understanding. "Let’s get you two checked in, and I will escort you to the plane." She signaled to someone behind us. "It looks as if security has arrived."

I turned and saw four large men in uniform. One stood directly behind us while the other three directed the paparazzi to stay back.

Andrew asked for my passport and the agent checked us in. You could hear the shutters of the cameras capturing this mundane act. I turned my head, getting a better look at the men. When we had first stepped out of the taxi, I had shielded my eyes from the blinding lights as Andrew stressed to keep my head down. "Don't look at them, say nothing!" he shouted as he guided me along.

My anxiety grew at that thought, and suddenly, I felt light-headed. "Andrew…"

He turned his head, seeing my distress, and came to me immediately. "Andria, what is it?"

His eyes showed so much concern. Sadly, I wanted this…well, not this per se, but I had pushed for Andrew and me to be a real couple. Yet, I started to wonder if I might have bitten off more than I could chew.

Z.N. Willett is the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted; yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, loving anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time she had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When Z.N. decided to do something she was passionate about, she added her love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down she's a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.

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