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Release Day Blitz ~ Viking Thunder by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

Title: Viking Thunder 
Author: Emmanuelle de Maupassant 

Release Date: June 9th, 2017 

 

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‘We all struggle. We all desire.’

When the Northmen’s ship is brought ashore in a storm, Elswyth
is faced with the prowess of Eirik: a giant of a man who lets nothing stand in
his way. Elswyth struggles to remain independent, but cannot deny her
sexual attraction and, ultimately, the satisfaction she finds in Eirik’s bed.Can Eirik offer her more, and what dark secrets await Elswyth,
if she returns with the Northmen to their distant lands?

A 13,000 word novelette, featuring explicit sexual scenes.

Part One in the Viking Thunder series.

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Viking Thunder 

Emmanuelle de Maupassant 

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I saw the power of his body. His
head almost touching the cross beam of the ceiling, his shoulders double the
width of most men. His abdomen was hard, muscled. Most striking of all, his
upper body was thickly patterned in dark blue-green patterns, interlocking,
covering all his arms, as if he wore sleeves upon his skin. Designs stretched
across his upper chest, and continued up his neck.

I’d never seen such a thing, such a man.

He smiled to see me look, and his cock gave a small leap. When he laughed, it was not as before, to command the
approval of a crowd, but because the amusement was his.

Faline wasted no time. With a
toss of her head, she stripped herself and climbed into my bed, pulling the soft
furs to her neck. There was malice and mischief in her defiance.

Outside, the thunder rolled
closer and, when Eirik spoke, it was as if his voice were a continuance of its
resonance.

“Here.”

I was drawn to the strength of
him, to the force of his body and the power that I knew was his.

Once close enough, his fingers pulled
at the laces of my costume, dexterous, despite their size. One by one, the
garments dropped, or were pulled over my head.

I shivered in my nakedness,
feeling the touch of his eyes upon me, their roaming of my skin, and the
nearness of his body.

My husband had been a perfunctory
lover, interested only in his own satisfaction, and as likely as not to give me
a clout about the head as he entered me. Moreover, his bedding was a quick
matter, over almost as soon as it had begun.

My grandmother had told me that I
must be patient. Love would grow with time and, with it, pleasure, but it had
not.

I’d loved a dog we kept from a
puppy, and the lambs I’d raised one spring, when their mother had abandoned
them. I’d felt more for those animals than I had for any man.

I’d heard the girls talk of the
boys they liked best: the urgency of their kisses, of their own responding
desire. I’d felt nothing similar for a man: not for my husband most certainly.

As for this Northman, his
arrogance was insufferable. Yet, I burned for him.

He knelt, pressing his mouth
first to one breast and then the other, taking not only my nipple but the whole
orb into his mouth. His warm tongue worked with his teeth, to pull and tease,
sending a spasm through my cunt. His hands grasped my buttocks and I felt a
rush of desire. His warriors had raped and killed and stolen, and yet I could
think only of my need to feel him inside me.

And then he was lifting me in his
arms, to lay me upon the bed, pushing my legs apart. His cock loomed above, and
his balls, large and heavy. The muscles of my sex contracted in anticipation. I’d quite forgotten about Faline,
but felt now her hands upon my shoulders, pulling me further up the bed. I
struggled, indignant, but she pinned me at the upper arms, placing her weight
upon me.

Faline’s legs were open behind my
head, so that I smelt the fish-sourness of her.

She exchanged a look with Eirik,
one of knowing, of encouragement. Whether I liked it or not, she was to be the
third in my bed and take her share.

I’d expected Eirik to push
himself into me, to begin the fucking he must intend. I knew the sex act well
enough. Instead, he raised my hips to his waiting mouth.

I’d never felt a man’s tongue
inside me. I would have twisted away, but that he held me tight. His laughter
hummed against my sex, and then he ran his tongue through my slit, finding the
nub I would press when I lay quietly at night.

I sighed in longing, wrapping my
legs about his head, drawing him down further. His tongue gave me more pleasure
than my husband’s member had ever done.

What a
strange thing for a man to do, I thought. For what enjoyment is there in this for him?

But enjoyment there must have
been, for his mouth ate me as ravenously as the wolf will take a goose, feathers
and all. And I, the goose, was only too willing to be devoured.

When he raised his face, I caught
a glimpse of something darker: the desire to pursue his lust.

Keeping my hips raised to him, he
aligned his cock to my gaping wetness, holding me firm beneath my buttocks. I
felt the first nudge of his swollen head, and then he entered, as smooth and
easy as a knife through freshly set butter.

I looked up and saw Faline
watching Eirik, watching the long thrusts, each of which brought a responding
moan from me, from the new voice which was growing inside, stoked by the fuel
of this man’s body.

Emmanuelle tells us, “This is my first foray into Viking territory and
I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it was. There are two things that turn
me aflutter: one is brains (I’ve had a thing about clever old Sherlock since
watching Basil Rathbone in the original black and white films); the other is
pure physical brawn.

Give me Conan the Barbarian, give me Ragnar and Rollo in the Vikings
series, give me Chris Helmsley as Thor in the Marvel Comic films.

There is something in me that responds, at the basest animal level, to
physical, overpowering strength – the sort that comes from wielding an axe in
battle. I want the throw down!

It was an utter joy to write my own Viking, Eirik. Of course, this
being a romance, I’ve given him other qualities besides brute strength. My
heroine discovers that he’s not only a magnificent (and inventive) lover but is
loyal to his men, and proud of his warrior heritage.

‘Viking Thunder’ is a story of sexual awakening, independence and
identity.

What else can I say? It features a whole lot of Vikings, and some
volcanic-level sex!”

Emmanuelle writes the glitteringly erotic, the Gothic, the
comedic and the wry. Tales to enchant, delight and disturb. She lives
with her husband (maker of tea and fruit cake) and her little haggis pudding
terrier (connoisseur of bacon treats and squeaky toys).
Authors inspiring her writing include Fay Weldon, Angela
Carter, Sarah Waters, Michel Faber, AS Byatt, and Donna Tartt.

Her ‘Cautionary Tales’ are inspired by the dark superstitions
of Russia and Eastern Slavonic Europe. 

 

  

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Blog Tour ~ Rebel Cause by Cassandra Giovanni

Reese White has spent her whole life trying so hard to be perfect, that when she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t know the person staring back at her. Sure, she’s always gotten high grades and excelled academically, but she’s never put much time into herself. Now, as she heads off to college, Reese realizes she’s remained so hidden inside a book that she’s invisible to everyone, including herself.


Kellin Lake has always seen Reese, his little sister’s best friend, the beautiful girl hidden behind baggy clothes and good grades–but he’s hiding, too– even from her. Tattoos, lip piercing and lead singer in a metal band, he’s a rebel without a cause. But that’s just to the people at school. At home, he covers it all up, and he’s the boy with the angel’s voice, and a 4.0 only his parents know about.


When Reese flips the switch and takes control of her looks, they make an arrangement– pretend to be in a relationship to elevate Reese’s social status. It’s simple. Kellin helps his sister’s best friend, and Reese isn’t invisible anymore. No one falls in love. No one gets hurt. But what Reese doesn’t realize is Kellin is already in love with her.


And now things get a hell of a lot more complicated.

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“So are you going to explain what all of this is about?” Lindy asks as she holds the door open for me to the mall.
“I may have asked Tyler out on a date…and he rejected me.”
And I’m insanely jealous of any girl I see your brother kissing…
Lindy is silent for a moment, and all I can hear is the sound of her heel’s clicking on the ceramic tiles and noise of my too big jeans as they drag on it.
“No shit,” Lindy replies, and I look at her bubble gum pink sweater, floral tank, and skinny jeans.
I bite my cheek before looking straight ahead. “Apparently, you’re more his type.”
“Like I’d ever go for that,” Lindy replies, her lips curling under as she sticks her tongue out. “So what is this, a makeover?”
“Exactly.”
The smile grows on Lindy’s face as she looks me over. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod. “I know exactly who I am, and it’s time for me to show it.”
“So are we going for preppy?” she asks as we begin to walk again.
I shake my head. “Not at all.”
“What are we going for then?”
“I love you, Lind, but I am definitely not you,” I answer as we walk past Express and Lindy’s head stays fixed on a mannikin in a set of dark wash skinny jeans and a tight black v-neck tee. I stop, and she slams into me. “Think Kellin’s type.”
“Softcore rebel without a cause?” Lindy asks as I turn into the store and grab my size in the jeans and the smallest version of the shirt I can find.
“Exactly, except I love the music he plays,” I reply.
Lindy shakes her head at me, taking the pants and putting them back down and grabbing a smaller size. “Right, then you’ll want pants that are actually your size.”
“How do you know what size I am?” I ask.
“I’ve seen you in a bathing suit. You’re tiny beneath all that cotton.”
I take the pants from her and head into the dressing room. When I come out, Lindy has a pile of jeans for me just as skinny as the ones I’ve slipped into but in a variety of colors including a pair of ripped ones. I grab them from her hands and smile.
“Perfect,” I reply.
“Reese, you’re going to make Tyler have a heart attack,” Lindy says as she looks me up and down with the widest smile I’ve ever seen on her.
“This isn’t about Tyler,” I reply as I turn to the full-length mirror.
“Who is it about then?”
My heart stutters for a moment as Kellin’s face comes to mind. I shake my head, before looking up at the girl in the mirror and smiling. “Me.”
“If I know you well enough this shirt is going to be right up your alley,” she says, draping a black t-shirt with silver scroll and skulls over my shoulder.
I take a deep breath. “How did you know?”
Lindy shrugs. “I knew you were hiding a rebel under there; now we just need some band t-shirts.”
I turn to her. “And dye.”
“Dye?”
I nod. “And I’ll need to get contacts…and make-up.”
“We don’t want you to overdose on make-over here, Reese,” Lindy replies, chewing on the inside of her lip as I smile at her.
“I know exactly who I want to be, now are you going to help me or not?”
“Lead the way,” Lindy replies as she shakes her head with a laugh.
✬EXCERPT TWO✬
“Yeah, I’m not the ugly friend anymore,” I reply, picking at the strands of my ripped jeans.
Kellin scoffs. “You never were.”
I look up, raising my eyebrows at him. “Come on, Kell. I wasn’t pretty before.”
He shakes his head, his lips in a harsh line just like his jaw. “That’s bullshit, Ree. You’re the same girl you were before, except your clothes fit a little too good and you stopped wearing glasses.”
“Don’t forget this,” I reply tossing my hair over my shoulders, and staring at him through my bangs.
He reaches over and runs his fingers over my chin in a way that makes me inhale deeply.
Breathe, Reese. Breathe.
“I do like that color on you,” he replies, his hand falling over mine and weaving our fingers together.
“I thought you would, ” I answer without thinking, squeezing my eyes shut as I think of exactly how that sounds like I did this just to impress him.
“I’m glad you considered how I’d feel about the change.”
“You’re one of my best friends…besides Lindy, so of course I thought of what you’d think,” I explain, and Kellin’s hand pulls away from mine to go to the steering wheel.
He stares ahead, and I’m struck by the urge to take his hand back into mine again because now it feels wrong for his hand not to be there. We sit in silence until I finally speak.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Why would I be mad at you?” Kellin asks as he shifts the truck into park.
“I don’t know…you just seem angry,” I reply as I watch him squeezing the steering wheel with white knuckles.
“Not at all.”
“You sure?” I ask as he jumps out and moves the seat forward so he can grab his guitar and amplifier.
“Of course.” He slides the guitar over his back, taking the amp in one arm, so his biceps bulge as he holds out the other for me. “Ready to make an entrance?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask as I look at the already crowded venue.
“Absolutely positive.”
Being Kellin’s arm candy is strangely satisfying. Girls eyes follow us as we enter the room, and narrow on me when I kiss his cheek before he goes on stage. At the end of the show, I can feel their stares as he pulls me into his arms to hug me, and then slings his arm around my waist, tucking his hand into my front pocket.
“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Reese,” Kellin explains. “Joey Schmidt,” he nods to the screamer. “Carl Fague,” he nods to the drummer, and finally the bassist. “Johnny Temple — who you already know as Temp.”
“In other words, Schmidt, and Fague,” I fill in the blanks of how he usually refers to them.
“Exactly.” Kellin’s lips twitch as he looks at them staring at me.

Cassandra doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since then Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character’s stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.

Cassandra Giovanni is published by Show n’ot Tell Publishing based out of Connecticut, USA
 
Connect with Cassandra on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter.  Learn more about her and her novels at her website, www.cgiovanniauthor.com and read the first ten chapters of each of her published novels through her Book Catalog.

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Blog Tour ~ All I Ever Wanted by Karen Cimms

Book Three in the Of Love and Madness Series
 
Unable to overcome the loss and betrayal she’s faced, Kate Donaldson knows there’s only one way for her to heal—and that’s to walk away from everything and pick up the pieces of her shattered life.

 

Cutting herself off from everyone she loves, Kate settles in on the rocky coast of southern Maine. At first wanting nothing more than to be left alone, she eventually learns to deal with all of her hurts except one—Billy, her estranged husband.
But when her past comes roaring back, Kate must choose between her head and her heart.
Billy McDonald has hit rock bottom. When his wife disappears, he is forced to confront his demons. Winning that battle brings success, and for the first time in more than two decades, his music career is finally about to take off. But without Katie by his side, it’s a bitter victory.
What do you do when the thing you thought you wanted isn’t really what you wanted after all?
All I Ever Wanted is the third book in the Of Love and Madness trilogy, and the conclusion of a love story that defied the odds for twenty five years. But for Kate and Billy, it’s up to them to decide if it’s the end, or a new beginning.
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Billy got Kate settled into the passenger seat, then climbed in behind the wheel and slipped the key into the ignition. She gave him a loopy smile that he felt down to his toes.
“It’s beautiful tonight. Put the top down.”
When he pointed out it might be a little too chilly, she told him to “blast the heat.”
He recognized his way back to the house, but as they neared the turn toward Cousins Island, Kate directed him to take it.
“You sure?”
“This is the scenic route,” she insisted.
They drove for a while before they came to the end of the road, looking out toward the ocean. Billy parked and cut the engine. The night smelled of wood smoke, ocean air, and the sweetness of oranges. Lights glowed on the distant horizon, and the stars overhead twinkled like diamonds on a field of black velvet.
Kate’s sigh wrapped around him like a warm honey. She tilted her face up at the sky. “Isn’t it beaut—”
He leaned across the console and kissed her. He’d taken her by surprise, but she didn’t stop him. Her lips were warm and tasted of wine. When she didn’t push him away, he kissed her again. His hand snaked up her arm and along her neck. Cradling her head, he pulled her closer, careful of the gearshift between them.
When she ran her fingers along the side of his face, he thought he might cry. Her hand dropped to his chest and gripped his shirt. Then gently, she pushed him away. He tried to see her eyes, but it was too dark. All he could hear was the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the sound of Kate’s breathing.
“Take me home.” Her voice was low and thick. “Please.”
His heart sank. His fingers thrummed nervously on the steering wheel as he navigated back to the highway. Less than ten minutes later, he was nosing her Saab into the garage.
They sat in the car as the garage door closed behind them.

“I’m sorry,” he said, wanting to remind her that she’d kissed him back. But he didn’t, he just savored the taste of wine on his tongue, not because it was wine but because it was Kate. Just as the tang of salty air was now Kate, along with the familiar scent of oranges.

TWO:
The first few days were damp and dreary. Not cold enough for snow, but cold enough for a chill to settle deep in her very core. Kate woke early the morning after Tom left. Gray light filtered through the barren branches outside her window. Pale strands of pink stained the horizon.
She dressed quickly. Together, she and Charlie descended the steep hill down to the water. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her lined jacket and stood at the edge of the steps that led to the dock. Her breath floated in tiny clouds about her face, mimicking the mist atop the water. A cormorant skittered across the glassy surface, then lifted out of the water with a great disturbance of air and headed toward the open sea. The expanse of ocean that lay before her was deserted. Empty docks lined the cove. The boats harbored there had long been removed for the winter.
A forest of dense pine ringed the inlet. At high tide, the water seemed more like a lake than a finger of the Atlantic. The rising sun illuminated a thin band of white clouds hovering above the tree line, still black against the fading darkness. Shades of orange, from palest apricot to deepest tangerine, streaked the horizon until Kate was finally forced to shield her eyes as the sun burst above the trees in a neon ball of butterscotch, blinding in its brilliance.
The imprint of the fireball was seared upon her closed lids, and despite the cold, she felt the memory of its warmth upon her face. Her senses awakened. Her lungs held the tang of the salty ocean and marshy shoreline. She heard the haunting cry of sea birds springing to life as darkness surrendered to day.
It took her by surprise, but there it was—a fleeting hint of promise. No more than a flutter, really. Her heart was heavy, and it was nearly impossible to see beyond the sadness, but somewhere deep inside, an errant ray of light squeezed its way through a tiny crack and called her name. It was gone in a blink, but she recognized it all the same: hope.
Karen Cimms was born and raised in New Jersey and still thinks of the Garden State as home. She is a journalist and lifestyle editor of a daily newspaper. She and her husband live in Northeast Pennsylvania. They have four children.
Twitter: @KCimms

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Blog Tour ~ Shameless by M. Malone & Nana Malone

I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am a liar, a protector…a killer…I am Noah Blake.

There is only one light in my darkness, one bright ray in the storm of my life. Lucia DeMarco. And I’ll do anything for her. Anything except show her who I really am…an assassin. Well, former assassin. I don’t really do that anymore…usually.

It would be easier if she didn’t call me names. Asshole, control freak…shameless. It would also be easier if she didn’t look at me with those trusting gray eyes. If I didn’t dream about the perfect curve of her — never mind all that. The point is she’s digging into my world, my secrets, and it’s going to get her killed.

But first, we have another more immediate concern. Lucia is going on a date—With someone else…

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Brent interjected. “I should probably be going.”

Lucia gripped his forearm harder. “No. Stay. Noah is going. Aren’t you Noah?”

Noah grinned, his devilish smile bringing a mischievous twinkle to his eyes. Looking at the two of them in close proximity, Lucia could see clearly that there was no competition. Noah had dark sooty lashes that framed those intense whiskey-colored eyes, high cheekbones, a straight Roman nose, and full lips that tilted crookedly when he smiled. The man was gorgeous and he knew it. Which was a problem. Because he often used it to get what he wanted.

Brent, in comparison, also had dark hair, but not as dark as Noah’s. It also didn’t fall in disarray where some parts looked styled and other parts unkempt, but mostly looking like he’d just rolled out of bed. Or he’d rolled out of bed with someone. Brent’s eyes were a pale blue. Kind. He was cute in that boy-next-door, All-American kind of way. He didn’t look like he belonged in a fashion magazine, not like Noah did.

Feeling a little uncharitable comparing Brent so unfavorably with Noah, she had to concede that he was at least tall. Not as tall as Noah, but few men could compare to Noah’s towering height. Besides it wasn’t about looks, or height, or charisma, anyway.

Annoyed with herself, Lucia closed her eyes, hoping maybe this was all a bad dream, but when she opened them again Noah was still there. With him in the room, it was hard to breathe. He dominated and sucked up all the air, silently pulling her towards him with his gravitational force alone. It was like poor Brent wasn’t even there.

“Now, Lucia, I know you’d like to think you’re in charge right now. But you’re not. You don’t know this guy. And you invited him back to your place? I thought I taught you better than that.”

Brent tried to make an escape again. “Lucia, why don’t you deal with this guy? And we’ll try this again later.”

“No. You’re not going anywhere.”

Noah pushed himself to a seated position. “Oh yes he is. Because, you and I need to discuss what the hell this is for.” He held up the party gift from the bachelorette party.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

In that moment, Lucia prayed to every saint her grandmother had ever forced her to pray to. Prayed to the Virgin Mary then to Jesus. Heck, for good measure, she added Buddha in there too. Just in case. But nothing happened. The ground did not open and swallow her.

Instead, she stood with her hand on Brent’s arm, staring at Noah as he held up the largest purple dildo she’d ever seen in her life.

Brent’s mouth fell open but no sound came out. As mortified as she was, Lucia couldn’t really blame him. The stupid thing was over a foot long, and thick. Really, really thick. Like thicker than a cucumber. She’d certainly never used the thing. It was a gag gift.

“How dare you go through my things!” she squeaked.

Noah shrugged. “I didn’t go through your things. The drawer was open. The thing was practically sticking out of it. Making its escape.”

Next to her, Brent shifted his gaze to her.

“That’s not mine,” she whispered. “I m-mean it is but I’ve never used it. It’s a gag gift from a bachelorette party.” She swung her gaze to Noah. “Put that down.”

“Not a chance. I mean, this thing is fascinating. I’m no stranger to toys myself. As far as I’m concerned, they can always enhance the situation. I’m not one of those guys that feel jealous or threatened. Matter of fact, I’m all for a little solo play. But this thing.” He held it up and shook it around. “Even I’ve never seen anything like it. And I’ve had a lot of practice.”

He turned his attention to Brent. “No disrespect to you, but I don’t think you can live up to this. It vibrates and rotates! Even I feel a little frightened by this thing.”

Screw the ground opening up and swallowing her whole. Just shoot her now. That would end this quickly. Shoot her. Send her little behind to heaven. Because she was done. Noah was bending the dildo around as it wiggled in his hands. He pushed the button, and the damn thing rotated on its own, making a whirring sound. Oh God. Could this get any worse?

Brent fixed his gaze on her. “I’m going to go.”

“No, please don’t go.”

She lunged and grabbed at the dildo, tugging when Noah refused to release it. The silicone material bent in ways Lucia was sure it wasn’t intended to as they fought over it. This was easily one of the most undignified moments of her life but she just couldn’t take it anymore. Noah’s smug face as he watched her struggling to get a better grip on the wiggling, gyrating piece of plastic only made it worse.

“Ugh, let go!”

In a fit of sudden anger, Lucia kicked him in the shin. And in his surprise, Noah let go of his end of the toy. The next few seconds would forever play in her mind in slow motion as she watched the toy fly end over end and hit Brent directly in the face.

“Ouch!”

Lucia covered her mouth in horror as the toy fell to his feet. The silence that followed was only broken by the sounds of the still-running toy, wiggling over the carpet.

Noah guffawed. “My bad. Did I get it in your mouth? Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean anything. What’s a little dick in the mouth between friends, am I right?”

M. Malone

NYT & USA Today Bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her three favorite guys, her husband and their two sons. She holds a Master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized at how she’s using her expensive education.

Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella “Teasing Trent”, her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.

She’s now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.

Nana Malone

USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she “borrowed” from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

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Blog Tour ~ Where I Found You (Heart’s Compass #1) by Brooke O’Brian

 

 

Title: Where I Found You (Heart’s Compass #1)

Author: Brooke O’Brien

Release Date: May 8th 2017

Genre: New Adult | Suspense

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

How do you protect your heart?
Build a wall.
Lock it away.
Let no one in.
Everyone should have a childhood worth remembering. Only I
remember mine for all the wrong reasons. Starting over in a new town is hard
enough. When you are running from your past, it doesn’t get any easier.
I was ready to say goodbye to the burdens I have carried. The
pain I’ve experienced is more than anyone should have to face.
Then I met him…
He takes my breath away. I can’t ignore the way he makes me
feel. I know he has the power to destroy me.
And that’s what scares me the most.
 
 
 
 
 
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It’s a few minutes after three o’clock when I hear his pick-up
truck pull into my driveway.  After doing a quick check in the mirror, I
open the door to greet Callum.  
Once again, there are no words to explain how handsome he looks
dressed casually in a black t-shirt, jeans, and his Chucks.  Taking a
minute, I let my eyes wander over his body.  Admiring the way his hair is
pulled back beneath his backward baseball cap, how the cotton showcases his
incredible chest, and his muscular arms fill out the sleeves as my eyes roam
back up to meet his stare.  
His eyes are bright with amusement, appreciating how I just
blatantly checked him out.  He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.


“You ready, sweetheart, or do you need a minute for a second
look?” He chuckles.


Smart ass.  


“I mean, you won’t see me objecting,” I retort, raising my eyebrow
as I flash him a smirk of my own.  I can tell by the smile on his face he
is enjoying our banter just as much as I am.
“As much as I’d love to see that delectable look of desire on your
face again, baby, I have plans for you.  C’mon!” he says, holding his hand
out, ushering me onto the porch as he takes the keys from my hand.  
After he safely locks up the house, he takes my hand again and
leads me out to his truck.  Helping me into the passenger seat, he leans
over and secures the seat belt.  


After double checking that I’m safely buckled in, he leans back to
meet my eyes again.   Searching my face, I wait for him to say whatever
he so clearly wants to say.  My eyes trace along his sharp jaw down to his
lips as I peer back up to him, hoping he feels this pull between us and will
finally put me out of my misery.
“There will be plenty of that later.  Just you fucking wait,”
he says as if reading my mind, grunting as he steps back down to the ground and
slams the passenger door shut.  Letting out a heavy sigh, I follow him as
he walks around to the driver’s side and quickly climbs into his seat.  


Leaning over, he turns on the radio as he backs out of the
driveway.  It doesn’t take me long to realize we’re heading out of town.
The excitement sets in, wondering where he could be taking me.  
“You going to tell me where we’re going or what our plans are when
we get there?” I ask, looking over at him.  
For a minute, I think he is ignoring me until he looks over at me.
He smiles smugly, and I know without a doubt it’s his way of telling me,
“not a chance.”


The song changes to a tune that I know so I turn it up and settle
back into the seat with a huff, hearing him chuckle to himself.  The
lyrics of the song are about a girl teasing a man by making him want her and it
spurs something inside me.


Turning my head to Callum, I let my eyes roam over the side of his
face, down his chest to the slight bulge in his pants.  Seeing how his
body reacts to me has me fighting my own arousal.  Making the path back up
to his face, I can see his jaw clench, resisting the urge to look at me, his
eyes focusing hard on the road.
The tension in the cab of the truck has quickly changed.  The
air charged with the connection between us strong, it’s pulling us together.
Resting my elbow on the center console, I lean in closer so we are
touching, causing Callum’s arm to tense as I use my index finger of my right
hand to trace along the inside of his forearm.  


That sexy fucking arm.


Leaning in closely, I release a slow breath along his jaw until my
mouth is just next to his ear.
“You look so sexy driving this truck, Callum,” I whisper softly as
I run my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping softly on his ear lobe.
It’s an action so very unlike me, but I can’t hide the way he makes me
feel.
Slowly blinking his eyes, I watch for a second as he closes them
just before he forces them open as if forgetting where he was.  Smothering
a smile, I remove my arm from around his, leaning back against my seat.
Grunting
to himself, he quickly moves his right hand down to his lap, working to conceal
his reaction to me, grumbling, 



“Just you wait, sweetheart, I’ll get you back
for that.  Just wait!”

 
 
“Where I found You by Brooke O’Brien
was emotionally intense, and heart-achingly beautiful! This book left me
breathless and wanting more. From start to finish you will have tears in your
eyes.” – Julia, The Romance Rebels Book Blog.
 
“Brooke O’Brien touches all the bases
in her debut novel; romance, angst, laughter, a touch of steam, mystery,
intrigue, and a sweet Happily Ever After.” – Barb, Goodreads Reviewer.
 
“It’s extraordinary that this is
Brooke’s debut novel because if you hadn’t known right from the beginning I
would have never expected it. She has a pure talent with words and did an
amazing job at developing her characters. Instantly within the first few pages
I was hooked and quickly found myself falling in love with Ellie and Callum’s
story.” – Aurora, Whoo Gives A Hoot Book Blog.
 
 





Brooke O’Brien is the author of the Heart’s Compass series. 
Brooke lives in the Midwest with her high school sweetheart and
their three children (both human and furry). Growing up Brooke always had a
love of writing; she started out writing poetry when she was young and began
journaling her thoughts as she grew older. Diving head first into a good book
has always been therapeutic for her. Now her two passions have collided.
Brooke believes that you can cure any bad day with chocolate and
a good book. She enjoys spending time with her family, collecting signed
paperbacks, going to the movies, and watching basketball and football.
 

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Release Day Blitz ~ One Chance (Hogan Brother’s Book #1) by K.L. Donn

 
 
Title: One Chance (Hogan Brother’s Book #1)
Author: KL Donn
Release Date: May 9th 2017
 
 
 
 
 

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“Stupid.”
 
One word that could ruin a person.
One word that can change a life.
One word that can destroy a mind.
Soph
Sophia Bennett heard it all her life. Smart, sweet, and shy, she
hesitated to voice her ideas and opinions in fear of hearing that dreaded word,
“Don’t be stupid, Sophia.”
She became introverted, quiet. Talking to people became a struggle she
fought to control. She turned into a woman she never thought she’d be.
Seen but never heard.
Appearance became everything.
Nox
Rough
around the edges Lennox Hogan is knee dip in shit – literally.
Building
a garden for his mother with his younger brothers, when the most beautiful
creature he’s ever seen stops by to visit their mother for their weekly book
chat.
A
fake smile and sad eyes draw him in.
Her
intoxicating innocence has him obsessed with the need to know everything about
her.
An unknown
threat has them questioning everything about her life.
Lennox soon
makes it his mission to convince her to give him One Chance, but will she after
her world crumbles before her?
 
“God damn that was beautiful,” he murmured as their gazes clashed together. His eyes full of heat and need. Without thought, she realized they were swaying back and forth as if in tune to a song only they could hear. By the time he’d stopped moving their bodies side to side, he had her in his bed. The implication was clear.
Or so she thought.
“You’ll sleep in here,” he paused until she fixed her eyes on him, “with me.” He must have seen the stricken look in her stare. “We aren’t going to do anything but sleep, Soph. That was phenomenal.” His gaze roamed her body. “We’ll go slow from now on. I just can’t have you in my house and not in my bed. It’s not possible.”
It was oddly sweet.
“Okay,” she managed to say through a tight throat.
His smile was worth all of her nerves, lighting up his entire face. Producing the sexy dimple in his one cheek she had lusted over before.
Relaxing in the bed, she had expected him to go around to the other side. She was wrong. He scooted in right behind her, wrapping his entire frame around hers. She was cocooned in his muscles, encased in his legs, melting into his embrace.
She felt…
Home.
Amazon bestselling author of The Protectors Series and The Possessed Series.
I’m never quite sure what to say here.
So here goes…
I’m a Canadian girl through and through, I love the mountains, yet I hate the snow. The summer here gets HAWT and I wish it was year round.
Some of my favorite things are cookie dough ice cream from Marble Slab, every Die Hard movie made, and crime drama shows on TV.
I swear like a sailor, don’t do frilly girly things. BUT I love when my husband treats me like a queen.
I take photos for fun, and write to breathe. I love to be as creative as I can, when I can.
These are some of my favorite things about me. Do you wanna know the best part of me?
My family.
My mom and Grandma have supported me through every bad decision, and cheated on the good ones. They’re strong woman who I look up to!
My husband, Steven, Scuba Steve, we’ve been together since I was 17, had our first baby, Savannah, when I was 18, and were married when I was 19. 3 boys, Chase Liam & JD, and 12 years later our family is complete.
Without their constant support (And sometimes badgering) I don’t think I would be the woman I am today.
 
 
 
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Release Blitz ~ Where I Found You (Heart’s Compass #1) by Brooks O’Brien

 
 

Title:Where I Found You (Heart’s Compass #1)

Author:Brooke O’Brien

Release Date:May 8th 2017

Genre: New Adult | Suspense

 
 
 
 
How do you protect your heart?
Build a wall.
Lock it away.
Let no one in.
Everyone should have a childhood worth remembering. Only I
remember mine for all the wrong reasons. Starting over in a new town is hard
enough. When you are running from your past, it doesn’t get any easier.
I was ready to say goodbye to the burdens I have carried. The
pain I’ve experienced is more than anyone should have to face.
Then I met him…
He takes my breath away. I can’t ignore the way he makes me
feel. I know he has the power to destroy me.
And that’s what scares me the most.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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It’s a few minutes after three o’clock when I hear his pick-up
truck pull into my driveway.  After doing a quick check in the mirror, I
open the door to greet Callum.  
Once again, there are no words to explain how handsome he looks
dressed casually in a black t-shirt, jeans, and his Chucks.  Taking a
minute, I let my eyes wander over his body.  Admiring the way his hair is
pulled back beneath his backward baseball cap, how the cotton showcases his
incredible chest, and his muscular arms fill out the sleeves as my eyes roam
back up to meet his stare.  
His eyes are bright with amusement, appreciating how I just
blatantly checked him out.  He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.
“You ready, sweetheart, or do you need a minute for a second
look?” He chuckles.
Smart ass.  
“I mean, you won’t see me objecting,” I retort, raising my eyebrow
as I flash him a smirk of my own.  I can tell by the smile on his face he
is enjoying our banter just as much as I am.
“As much as I’d love to see that delectable look of desire on your
face again, baby, I have plans for you.  C’mon!” he says, holding his hand
out, ushering me onto the porch as he takes the keys from my hand.  
After he safely locks up the house, he takes my hand again and
leads me out to his truck.  Helping me into the passenger seat, he leans
over and secures the seat belt.  
After double checking that I’m safely buckled in, he leans back to
meet my eyes again.   Searching my face, I wait for him to say whatever
he so clearly wants to say.  My eyes trace along his sharp jaw down to his
lips as I peer back up to him, hoping he feels this pull between us and will
finally put me out of my misery.
“There will be plenty of that later.  Just you fucking wait,”
he says as if reading my mind, grunting as he steps back down to the ground and
slams the passenger door shut.  Letting out a heavy sigh, I follow him as
he walks around to the driver’s side and quickly climbs into his seat.  
Leaning over, he turns on the radio as he backs out of the
driveway.  It doesn’t take me long to realize we’re heading out of town.
The excitement sets in, wondering where he could be taking me.  
“You going to tell me where we’re going or what our plans are when
we get there?” I ask, looking over at him.  
For a minute, I think he is ignoring me until he looks over at me.
He smiles smugly, and I know without a doubt it’s his way of telling me,
“not a chance.”
The song changes to a tune that I know so I turn it up and settle
back into the seat with a huff, hearing him chuckle to himself.  The
lyrics of the song are about a girl teasing a man by making him want her and it
spurs something inside me.
Turning my head to Callum, I let my eyes roam over the side of his
face, down his chest to the slight bulge in his pants.  Seeing how his
body reacts to me has me fighting my own arousal.  Making the path back up
to his face, I can see his jaw clench, resisting the urge to look at me, his
eyes focusing hard on the road.
The tension in the cab of the truck has quickly changed.  The
air charged with the connection between us strong, it’s pulling us together.
Resting my elbow on the center console, I lean in closer so we are
touching, causing Callum’s arm to tense as I use my index finger of my right
hand to trace along the inside of his forearm.  
That sexy fucking arm.
Leaning in closely, I release a slow breath along his jaw until my
mouth is just next to his ear.
“You look so sexy driving this truck, Callum,” I whisper softly as
I run my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping softly on his ear lobe.
It’s an action so very unlike me, but I can’t hide the way he makes me
feel.
Slowly blinking his eyes, I watch for a second as he closes them
just before he forces them open as if forgetting where he was.  Smothering
a smile, I remove my arm from around his, leaning back against my seat.
Grunting
to himself, he quickly moves his right hand down to his lap, working to conceal
his reaction to me, grumbling, “Just you wait, sweetheart, I’ll get you back
for that.  Just wait!”
 
 
“Where I found You by Brooke O’Brien
was emotionally intense, and heart-achingly beautiful! This book left me
breathless and wanting more. From start to finish you will have tears in your
eyes.” – Julia, The Romance Rebels Book Blog.
 
“Brooke O’Brien touches all the bases
in her debut novel; romance, angst, laughter, a touch of steam, mystery,
intrigue, and a sweet Happily Ever After.” – Barb, Goodreads Reviewer.
 
“It’s extraordinary that this is
Brooke’s debut novel because if you hadn’t known right from the beginning I
would have never expected it. She has a pure talent with words and did an
amazing job at developing her characters. Instantly within the first few pages
I was hooked and quickly found myself falling in love with Ellie and Callum’s
story.” – Aurora, Whoo Gives A Hoot Book Blog.
 
 





Brooke O’Brien is the author of the Heart’s Compass series. 

Brooke lives in the Midwest with her high school sweetheart and
their three children (both human and furry). Growing up Brooke always had a
love of writing; she started out writing poetry when she was young and began
journaling her thoughts as she grew older. Diving head first into a good book
has always been therapeutic for her. Now her two passions have collided.
Brooke believes that you can cure any bad day with chocolate and
a good book. She enjoys spending time with her family, collecting signed
paperbacks, going to the movies, and watching basketball and football.
 
 
 
 
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