Monday, 21 April 2014

COVER REVEAL: Monster in His Eyes by J.M. Darhower

From the bestselling author of Sempre and Sempre: Redemption 
comes a thrilling new two-book series:


Monster in His Eyes by J.M. Darhower

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release date: April 28th


Synopsis:

Ignazio Vitale is not a good man.

I suspect it, the first time I see him, sense the air of danger that surrounds the man. He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I'm thinking before I even do.

It's alarming and alluring. It's dark and deadly. It's everything I've ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession.

It doesn't take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it's too late. He has secrets, secrets I can't fathom, secrets that make it so I can't walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that's both terrifying and thrilling. He's a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything.

I want to hate him.

Sometimes, I do.

But it doesn't stop me from loving him, too.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book is intended for a mature audience only, due to some dark and erotic content. 
Torture in Her Soul (Book 2 in the duology) is tentatively scheduled for release fall 2014.



Excerpt:

My heart races in my chest, each beat painful, as it seems to reverberate through my body. I'm achy, my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. Panic bubbles in my gut that I try to ignore, to push back, but it's no use. I have no idea where I am, no idea how I got here, or how long I've been in this place. I'm confused, sore, disoriented...
And my bladder feels like it's about to explode.
Slowly, I sit up in the bed. It's fit for a king—way bigger than any bed I've ever owned. The mattress feels like fluffy clouds and the intoxicating scent clings to the pillows and the sheets. Everything is bright white, crisp and clean, and I'd probably think it was a hotel room, with how impersonal it feels, if it wasn't for the fact that there's no goddamn bathroom in the vicinity.
I strain my ears to hear, but it's dead silent, except for the soft sound of air swishing from the fan. My panic eases a little when I see I'm still fully dressed, wearing the god-awful eighties clothes from last night.
That was last night, right?
As I contemplate what to do, I hear footsteps off in the distance, calculated and exaggerated as they grow near. I hold my breath when the knob across the room turns, the door slowly opening.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
What have I gotten myself into?
The moment I see him, memories start to trickle in. The bar, dancing, drinking, stepping outside as I search for Melody but somehow find him there instead. I remember looking at him, talking to him, and then there's nothing.
I'm drawing a blank.
He's wearing the exact same thing as last time I saw him, though, having still not changed.
Or maybe black suits are all he owns.
He hesitates in the doorway when he sees me sitting up, his hand still grasping the knob, but after a moment he lets go of it and takes a few steps toward me. Instinctively, I grab the blanket and pull it up, shielding myself, despite the fact that I'm still fully dressed.
The act makes him hesitate a second time. He pauses, and stares, but he doesn't speak. 
I'm not sure what to do, or say, or how I should feel or even what to fucking think, so I just stare back. Awkward.
After a moment the corner of his lip twitches, revealing the deep dimple. "You're awake."
"I am."
Ugh, my voice sounds like sandpaper and feels just as raw.
"I was worried," he says. "You've been out for a while."
"Where is this?" I glance around the room anxiously. "Where are we?"
"My place." 

About Author:

JM Darhower is the author of countless stories and poems, most of which only she has ever read. She lives in a tiny town in rural North Carolina, where she churns out more words than will ever see the light of day. She has a deep passion for politics and speaking out against human trafficking, and when she isn't writing (or fangirling about books) she's usually ranting about those things.

Chronic crimper with a vulgar mouth, she admits to having a Twitter addiction. You can usually always find her there. 

CONNECT WITH J.M. DARHOWER:





Sunday, 20 April 2014

NEW RELEASE: Love, in English by Karina Halle


Love, in English is finally here! I cannot wait for everyone to meet Vera and Mateo :)


Love, in English by Karina Halle

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Purchase: Amazon / B&N / iTunes

Read my 5 STARS review HERE



Synopsis:

He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three.

He speaks Spanish. I speak English.

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada.

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter.

I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything.

Until now.Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the f*#king truth.

***

To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

Mateo Casalles is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time.

Something that can never, ever be.

Or so she thinks.


SEXY Excerpt:

“You know, I can’t pretend any longer,” I blurted out, surprising myself.

I had reached my limit.

He had stopped, standing absolutely still, his back to me. He was either going to start walking again or he was going to turn around. I held in my breath.

With his back to me he said, “No. We can’t. I have one last question for you.”

That wasn’t what I expected. Questions were getting dangerous.

“What?” I asked softly.

He slowly turned around. “What is love? In English.”

I raised my brows. “Love, in English, is love?”

“What is it in Spanish?”

I was so enthralled by his hypnotic eyes, I could barely remember. “Amore?”

He shook his head ever so slightly. “No. Love in Spanish is you.”

Then he turned around, heading back.

This was bullshit.

I got out of my chair and ran for him. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled on him hard, turning him around so that he was facing me. I kept my fingers buried in his jacket sleeve and stared up at him.

“That’s it?” I cried out, my voice breaking with anger. “You tell me that I am love in your language? And then you leave me?!’

He gazed down at me like he was in a trance. “What would you rather I do?” he whispered.

I felt as if I were about to cry. My face contorted in pain and confusion. “I don’t know! Not that.”

“What about this,” he said huskily. He put one hand into my hair, his fingers moving through my strands, trailing along my scalp. My skin erupted in goosebumps. “Or this.” He took his other hand and did the same, until both were in my hair, holding the back of my head, his fingers pressing into me with a delicious amount of pressure.

Thoughts began to leave my head. They were replaced by emotions. Wants. Needs. All of them swirling around me like a galaxy.

He took a step so that he was right up against me, his firm stomach against mine, and what seemed to be an erection pressing into my hip. I felt like I couldn’t get any air at all. He tilted my head back so that I was looking up at his eyes, his lips just inches from mine.

“You can tell me stop,” he whispered. “And I will stop. But please, don’t tell me to stop.”

At that moment, I didn’t even know what the word meant.



About Karina Halle:

With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term “Hybrid Author.” Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she’s a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA…whenever possible.

Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiance and rescue pup.

Karina is represented by the Waxman Leavell Literary Agency.

CONNECT WITH KARINA:


Giveaway:

Enter for a chance to win one of 3 $25.00 Amazon Gift Cards 
and one of 20 signed Love, In English postcard
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/9bc7e318/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway


 

Friday, 18 April 2014

BOOK BLITZ + GIVEAWAY: Escorted by Claire Kent


Escorted by Claire Kent

(Escorted #1)

Genre: Erotica, Romance

Purchase: Amazon / B&N



Synopsis:

She hired him to take her virginity...but now she wants even more. 
Lori might be a popular romance writer, but she's never been anything but a flop with sex and love in her personal life. Still a virgin at twenty-six and increasingly frustrated by her inexperience, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She hires a talented, sexy male escort to take care of her inconvenient virginity. 
She assumes one time with Ander will be enough, but she never dreams how much pleasure he can make her feel. Once isn't nearly enough. Twice isn't enough either. Soon, she becomes one of his regular clients. 
Lori knows that nothing would be as foolish as falling in love with her paid escort, but she's never been wise with her heart. And, despite his professionalism, he doesn't seem entirely immune either.


Blitz-Wide Giveaway:

* Open Internationally *



About Author:

Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level.

She also writes contemporary romance under the penname Noelle Adams.

CONNECT WITH CLAIRE: