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We are stoked to bring you all the Release Day Launch for K.A. Tucker's IN HER WAKE! IN HER WAKE is a new adult contemporary romance and a prequel novella in the Ten Tiny Breaths Series, published by Atria Press (an imprint of Simon & Schuster).

  In Her Wake

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EXCERPT: That’s how I spot her. There’s no doubt that it’s her; I’ve memorized her face. Leaning against a wall on the opposite side, her lips wrapped around a clear bottle filled with clear liquor, her fiery red hair a wild mane against the stark white wall, a tight black T-shirt showing off toned arms. She’s in no rush to part with that bottle, guzzling back a good portion before she hands it off to someone, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes at half-mast. She’s wasted. My heart starts racing. What the hell is Kacey Cleary doing here? By my calculation, she’s probably finishing her last year of high school, having lost at least half a year while recovering. I tug my cap down even farther, though I doubt she can see two feet in front of her.
  1. What if she does recognize me? How would she react? Does she know my real name? What I look like? I can’t say for sure that my face wasn’t printed in a newspaper somewhere. She could have Googled my name and found a dozen game shots with me in them. I have my helmet on in most of them, but you can find a profile picture of me easily enough if you’re looking.
I don’t know that she was, though. I wonder if Kacey Cleary gives a fuck about anything anymore. Her Facebook account is inactive. She hasn’t posted a single word and the well-wishes have dwindled, as everyone moves on. I do know that she shouldn’t be at a party in this state. I’ve heard of bad things happening when girls get that drunk. Especially when they don’t care. But what do I do? A blonde stumbles into my chest with two beers in hand. “Hey, do you go here? What’s your name?” She’s tipping her head back way farther than necessary to look up at me, telling me she’s trying to flirt but is too drunk to do it right. I smile down at her anyway. She’s a good cover. I can stand right here and watch Kacey. “I’m Trent, and I used to go here.” “Really? When’d you graduate?” From the corner of my eye, I see Kacey shift from the wall and begin climbing the stairs, her arm hooked around the railing to help her. Two guys following her. IHW Promo banner About  IN HER WAKE: Cole Reynolds had it all. And then one night he makes a bad choice... and loses everything. When a drunken night out at a Michigan State college party results in the death of six people, Cole must come to terms with his part in the tragedy. Normally, he'd be able to lean on his best friends. The best friends that have been in his life since he could barely walk. Only, they're gone. Worse, there's the shattered body of a sixteen-year-old girl lying somewhere in a hospital bed, her entire life ripped from her because of a case of beer and a set of keys. Everyone assures him that they know it wasn't intentional and yet he can't ignore the weight of their gazes, the whispers behind his back. The all-consuming guilt he feels every time he thinks of that girl who won't so much as allow him near her hospital room to apologize. As the months go by and the shame and loneliness festers, Cole begins to lose his grip of what once was important-college, his girlfriend, his future. His life. It's not until Cole hits rock-bottom that he can begin to see another way out of his personal hell: forgiveness. And there's only one person who can give that to him... TenTinyBreathsSeries

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Author PhotoABOUT K.A. TUCKER: Born in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. Kathleen currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.                                                                      

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Mincinosii

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MINCINOŞII
Autoare: E. Lockhart
Traducere din limba engleză de Ana-Maria Man
Colecţia: Young Fiction Connection
Nr. de pagini: 264
Preţ: 33.00 lei

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"Şocant, de o frumuseţe tulburătoare şi foarte bine construit, Mincinoşii o să-ţi rămână în minte pentru totdeauna." - John Green, autor al romanului Sub aceeaşi stea, bestseller New York Times

O familie frumoasă şi distinsă.
O insulă privată.
O fată vulnerabilă şi îndrăgostită.
Un băiat curajos, plin de pasiune.
Un grup de patru prieteni, Mincinoşii, a căror prietenie se dovedeşte a fi distructivă.
O revoltă. Un accident. Un secret.
Minciună după minciună.
Dragoste adevărată.
Adevărul.

Citeşte Mincinoşii. Şi dacă te întreabă cineva cum se sfârşeşte, minte, pur şi simplu!

"Obsedant, sofisticat... Mincinoşii e un roman atât de captivant şi de bine scris, încât nu numai adolescenţii îl vor îndrăgi, ci şi cititorii maturi." - Wall Street Journal
"E. Lockhart face un portret fidel al unei familii cu tradiţie, pentru care a păstra aparenţele este vital şi, în ultimă instanţă, tragic." - The Chicago Tribune

"Bine-aţi venit la minunata familie Sinclair.
N-avem niciun criminal.
N-avem niciun dependent.
N-avem niciun ratat.
Familia Sinclair e compusă din indivizi atletici, înalţi şi frumoşi. Suntem democraţi, cu avere, din tată în fiu.
Nu contează dacă unul dintre noi e îndrăgostit până la disperare, absolut până la disperare.
Atât de îndrăgostit încât trebuie luate măsuri la fel de disperate.
Nimeni n-are nevoie de nimeni.
Nimeni nu greşeşte vreodată.
Trăim, cel puţin pe durata verii, pe o insulă privată, în apropiere de linia de coastă din Massachusetts.
Poate că asta este tot ce trebuie să ştiţi." - 
E. LockhartMincinoşii

E. Lockhart este autoarea a patru cărţi având-o drept protagonistă pe Ruby Oliver: The Boyfriend List, The Boy Book, The Treasure Map of Boys şi Real Live Boyfriends. A scris, de asemenea, Fly on the Wall, Dramarama şi How to Be Bad (pe ultima dintre ele împreună cu Sarah Mlynowski şi Lauren Myracle). Romanul ei The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks a primit Premiul Onorific Michael L. Printz, a ajuns pe lista finaliştilor la National Book Award şi a câştigat un premiu Cybils pentru Cel mai Bun Roman pentru Tineret. Mai multe despre E. Lockhart puteţi afla online la emilylockhart.com şi o puteţi urmări
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Title: The Rental, #1

Series: The Rental

Author: Rebecca Berto

Genre: Erotic Romance

Expected Release Date: September 22, 2014

Cover Designer: Berto Designs 

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Synopsis

At first, Rick Delaney watched Vee Wyland with the hungry eyes of a fox as if she were a rabbit … his rabbit. But one day, he slunk away without notice. Months away from graduating high school, Vee’s life is on the verge of crumbling. At home, dire finances and long hours test her family. Her boyfriend hardly pays attention to her. And she can’t shake her feelings for his older brother, Rick.  Then, all in one night, tragedy tears her teetering life into shreds.  When Rick and Vee reunite, the sparks fly. However, she unwittingly signs away a future for both of them. In his world, a place called The Rental, she becomes Victoria and Rick becomes Rhett. One part of her watches with fascination, while the other unfurls and embraces her sexual awakening. It began as a game, but the consequences are real. Following their heart’s desire is forbidden, but walking away could strip their hope for a future. The Rental is an erotic romance that explores how sex isn’t purely physical; sometimes, it’s a gateway to your soul.  

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Chapter 1

Rick Delaney was parked outside my house with my boyfriend. He stepped out of his car and lifted two fingers, saluting me at the front door. He shouldn’t have been. How could he return to Melbourne after a whole year when I resigned to a life without him—a life, specifically, with the brother he’d arrived? Bottled-up feelings pounded in my chest so hard I was glad no one was home to witness it. And my boyfriend? He tripped getting out of the passenger seat. That’s what can happen when you looked at your mobile phone instead of your girlfriend’s smiling face. My expression soured as he passed me, not even a peck on the cheek. “What’s with the ride?” I called. Their mum, Mrs Delaney, should’ve been dropping Justin off like usual. But he ignored me and trudged farther into my house. Rick noticed my expression and jogged up the stairs. Elder by three years, he stood tall with the composure of a man compared to his teenage brother. Strong shoulders filled out his dark T-shirt. He was bigger in not only his upper body but everywhere—thick arms and thighs and a solid build. Add that to a smile and he melted the hearts of women everywhere—seventeen-year-old girls included. “Mum and Dad are in Europe,” Rick said. “They call it a long-awaited honeymoon. Justin and I call it a mid-life crisis.” My jaw hung open. How could Justin not tell me? I thought this type of thing excited a boyfriend. Weeks of no parental supervision at home—it’d excite me if not for the sudden pit of worry in my belly. “They’re away? They’re not here?” “That’s what a holiday is.” Rick deadpanned. “It’s just that Justin never told me anything.” “It was only a few days ago.” As if that made it okay. If Justin didn’t spend so much time with his phone in his face, he might have remembered to tell me. I didn’t know why, but it cut me that I didn’t know an important change in his life. I told him every time my dad left to truck interstate for work and that was every few weeks. He was gone more than he was here, and Mum worked odd hours. It was lonely and hard to stay away from the temptations Justin and my best friend, Cara offered me at parties or when we hung out. “Hey, bro,” Justin called behind us. He came up and slammed his hand on the side of the front door. “Come fix the washing machine.” “Washing machine?” I asked. Why are you acting like you live here? I was close to adding. “Yeah,” he held out the front of his top, “got a Coke from your fridge and it squirted everywhere.” “We don’t have any Coke left in the fridge.” “You do in the spare one.” I bit my lip and flexed my fingers by my side. Facing him, I cracked a thin smile. Most of the time, Justin wasn’t like this. Correction, before recently, my boyfriend wasn’t like this. He kissed me like no one else, and made me laugh, but damn it, he either had the memory of a goldfish or was too ignorant to care. “That was for tomorrow night!” I stared into his eyes with hope of making him feel guilty, but he was clueless. “Dad’s back from Sydney tomorrow, and Mum’s got a dinner for us three. You know he loves Coke. You know he’s been away for weeks. You know Mum’s too busy working to buy more groceries before then.” Justin shook his head. “So uptight.” He squeezed my ass, smiling as he planted his lips fully to mine. “I love that about you, but seriously, I forgot. And, your mum works at a supermarket, for fuck’s sake.” True, but Justin drank Coke, and ate all the ice cream, and ate all the chips, and I got sick of explaining to Mum why I was so selfish as to keep putting her out when she only requested little favours like these on special occasions. Such as tomorrow. “I’m not uptight.” I paused. “It’s fine about the top—I’ll hand wash and Rick—” But as I turned to tell him not to worry about fixing the washing machine, my hands met a rock solid chest. I froze. My palms lingered on the contours of his defined pecs with my fingertips at his collarbone. Not able to look at his eyes, I dropped my hands, as if that would undo our moment. It didn’t. I’d spend sleepless nights dreaming about his body, as I did when he was far away and stopped talking to me. Pictures and memories of him were all I had. Justin was hot with his dark eyes and brown hair, but compared to Rick, he was scrawny. Mostly bones everywhere, and when we made out, his hips rubbed into mine. I’d forgotten his shortfalls when it was just him and me. I liked him plenty and that grew to love. But now my past was back, and I had no idea what to feel when seconds ago my hands were on his brother. That brother with a firm build, one that wouldn’t rub against me if we were to … I shut down that thought pattern. I shouldn’t imagine Rick on top of me. We were three years apart, and at my age, sex with him was illegal. I pulled my thoughts in and mumbled, “Oh, um,” then took a breath and tried again. “Dad’s back tomorrow, so don’t worry about it. He’ll fix it then. I feel terrible putting you out.” “It’s fine, Vee, really. Kill some time.” “Thanks, fag,” Justin said, pulling at my arm to drag me away. “God, Justin, you’re such an ass sometimes.” I shook out of his grip. He looked offended, so I added, “Gotta go clean up the Coke, remember?” “Seriously,” Rick said, “you two just chill. I’ll let myself through. This way?” He pointed down the hall. I nodded. “I’ll come with you.” “Fine.” Justin walked the other way. “You two have fun. I’m hanging in Vee’s bed.” “Such a tool,” Rick said, walking to the washing machine. “I know,” I mumbled. I took out the mop and bucket, and then went to the cupboard to grab the concentrate liquid. “I was born with a link to him, but indulge me,” Rick crouched by the washing machine on his haunches, legs spread and hands dangling between, “why is someone as smart and gorgeous as you with him?” “I ask myself why—” I stopped. He said I was smart and gorgeous. “Oh,” I managed between strangled breaths, “thanks.” He half-smiled then got to work. His T-shirt rode up on one side as he leant over. Just above his pant line, the angular ‘V’ at his lower back peeked out. Hard as I tried notto gawk, it was impossible when I was alone with him in this small space. “The um,” I started and almost forgot what I was going to say. Luckily, I recovered. “The machine won’t start. Not sure what it is. Mum and I have been hand washing for now.” Rick turned, focusing his attention on the washer. I wiped the laundry bench and cupboard and mopped the floor, trying to concentrate on the mop end and not Rick’s ass or his body bent over the machine. After I was done, I went to my room to hang with Justin, but he wasn’t there. I did a lap of the house, called his name, and checked the other rooms too, but he had literally disappeared. I paused a moment in the kitchen, steadying myself on the corner of the bench while I let the realisation absorb. He left without a goodbye, without much of a hello for that matter. “Rick!” I called. He emerged wiping his top down his face. I looked away as fast as I could, but the image of his lean eight-pack projected in my imagination anyway. Justin might’ve been outside or somewhere I hadn’t checked. He had to be. I pushed aside the topic. It would be stupid to suggest he left. “Thank you so much,” I said, meeting Rick’s eyes, “for in there.” I pointed behind him. “But you don’t know if I fixed it.” “You tried.” He smiled with his lip jutted out and nodded, as if I impressed him. “Well,” he said, “you can be a woman of modern technology from now on. All fixed. It was a loose belt. Slipped off.” “Oh, lucky me.” The silence became louder, and judging by the tightness between Rick’s eyebrows, he had just noticed Justin’s absence. “Justin?” I queried, and he nodded cautiously. “Yeah, I looked everywhere for him. This might sound stupid, but I think he left. I couldn’t find him. He’s just not here.” Rick tensed his jaw, scoping the open living area. “Bull,” he said, but by the dismissive tone, he sounded like he was saying it to himself or about something else. He stalked off toward my backyard without another word, so I scampered after him, my little legs no match for his long strides. I flipped the light on outside and Rick walked down the steps, following the shallow lighting spilling over the clumpy, yellowed grass and shrubs lining the property fence. “Unbelievable,” Rick muttered, I thought, but I couldn’t be sure with his back facing me or by the growl to his tone. He eased me back with a polite hand and walked around to my front door and beyond. He surveyed the porch and front yard in the same swift and efficient manner as the back, and then turned to me. We were facing each other separated by my whole house. The front light slammed behind him and it made him glow. I supposed I looked the same, and wondered if I seemed as mysterious and alluring as he did. Not possible. We shut the doors and walked towards each other, meeting near my kitchen bench. “Did he tell you he was leaving?” “Not at all,” I said, scratching my head. “I just came from the laundry and he was gone. Maybe …” but I trailed off, feeling stupid for thinking it. “What?” Rick said, eyes narrowed. “Maybe he texted me letting me know why.” Rick shrugged. “You could check.” I did, returning with my mobile phone. I had one new message. Justin: Had to go. Sorry, babe xoxo “Unbelievable,” I muttered, embodying the same rage as Rick. “What? He didn’t—” Rick looked at my mobile which I handed over, and he cut himself off to read. “He did. Where did he even go? What a bastard.” Rick’s cheeks were inflamed now, and a telltale vein popped from his forehead. He scrubbed his temples with the heels of his hands. I remained there not doing a thing. I hadn’t seen Rick for so long. I hadn’t a clue how to calm him down or what would be appropriate. “It’s not a big deal,” I said. “He’s my boyfriend, not yours.” “He’s my brother. I’m here to look out for him and the kid slips from my fingers.” “Look out?” I asked. Rick’s face blanched. He stood there with these big helpless arms dangling on either side of his body. He coughed and said, “Parents are away. Someone’s gotta keep him out of trouble.” “Oh.” I sighed. “It’s nice of you to come back to keep an eye on him. I’m sure he doesn’t think so. Now he can’t run amuck with freedom.” I had so many questions to ask Rick, like whether London was an extended holiday or was he there for work or did he miss me? I couldn’t ask any of them though when we had more important things on our minds. “I don’t think so either,” Rick said in a solemn tone. The severity of it hit me square in the chest like a physical force, and my body stood immobile while I adjusted to the weirdness of everything. Justin leaving, but also the aloof Rick Delaney that had changed since I last knew him. “I better go search.” He patted his pockets, looked over the bench, and then ducked into the laundry room. When he emerged, he walked to the front door. I followed, and we both turned to each other at the same time, emitting a startled chuckle from me. I placed my hand over my chest. “Thanks for everything. It’s good to see you back, Rick.” I leaned up to kiss him, and he stooped to my cheek, pecking it so lightly, only the bristle of his stubble grazed my skin. He jogged down the front steps, unlocked his car, and was about to jump into it when he looked up at me, this big, lost expression on his handsome face. “See ya,” he called. And then he hopped in and drove. At least he said goodbye, but the whole night had left me shaken.   • • •

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About the Author

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Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She's strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.  Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their pets.

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Title: Dirty Little Lies (Quick and Dirty Series Book 1)

Author: Clare James

Publication Date: January 25, 2014

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Clare James “jumps head first into the erotic genre and makes a splash” with this best-selling, panty-melting book that kicks off her new QUICK AND DIRTY series with a bang!

 

Synopsis

Twenty-nine-year-old Stevie Sinclair has just lost everything: her boyfriend, her apartment, even her ugly bird named Free. (Yeah, she knows it’s a stupid name, so don’t start.) But most importantly, Stevie’s lost herself. As she shuffles through her days in worn-out Hello Kitty PJs—eating ice cream, sipping wine, and contemplating her next move—a magazine article catches her attention. Blaring black letters read: "How to Get Your Sexy Back in Six Easy Steps." Stevie studies the article in the trashy magazine like the good student she is and immediately knows what she has to do. With the magazine article in hand, and a bottle of red in her bag, Stevie embarks on a journey to reclaim her life and win back her ex. Until she meets Gabe Shannon. Gorgeous, single, and on a quest of his own, Gabe introduces Stevie to a lifestyle that is sure to help get her sexy back and then some. If she doesn’t chicken out … (Oh, you know where this is going.) Portions originally published online as The Club e-series, Dirty Little Lies now has 70% more content. The sequel, DIRTY LITTLE TRICKS, will be released Fall 2014.

“A story that will simultaneously make you bend over in laughter and have your thighs sweating. 5 out of 5 stars!" –READ THAT

*WARNING: This novel contains:  Sex Clubs, Alpha Males, and Multiple Os … Oh my!

 

 

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Don't forget to check out the next book in the QUICK AND DIRTY Series. DIRTY LITTLE TRICKS will be released in October 2014.

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Synopsis

In this second book in the Quick and Dirty Series, beloved characters Stevie Sinclair and Gabe Shannon navigate through the ups and downs of their grown-up—albeit kinky—relationship. 

And while Stevie’s thoroughly enjoyed every mind-blowing sexperience with Gabe, she worries she’s not enough to keep him satisfied for the long term. 

So it’s back to the drawing board for Stevie … 

First stop? 

Club Venus for the annual Halloween masquerade party. 

What follows is one insanely hot and filthy night of mayhem where nobody is who they appear to be … ah, you get the idea. 

Dirty Little Tricks is the seductive conclusion to Stevie and Gabe’s story and the beginning for one lucky couple at Club Venus.  

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About the Author

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  Clare James is the author of steamy contemporary romance and new adult novels: BEFORE YOU GO and MORE. A former dancer, Clare still loves to get her groove on—mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. A fan of spunky women, gorgeous guys, and super-hot romance, Clare spends most of her time lost in books. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men—her husband and young son—and loves to hear from her fans.

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Title: Obsession (Book Two of the Forgotten series)
Author: Lisa Helen Gray
Publication date: To be announced soon
Synopsis
 Danni Carter has had an obsession with Nate Mathews ever since she could remember. But then one dreadful, drunken night, her obsession turned into rejection. She has spent years distancing herself from Nate, the one person she always wanted, and who never wanted her in return. 
After Danni finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman, her life has turned upside down …. 

Now a stalker is obsessed with her … 
He’s always watching, never showing himself, and never talks to her. The only thing he has done is make her life a living hell. 
When her stalker takes his fixation to the next level by vandalizing her apartment, Nate is there to pick up the pieces and offers Danni somewhere to stay. 

How can she live with a man who rejected her all those years ago, and not be able to feel anything towards him? As the heat sizzles between the two, someone else’s blood is boiling into a rage. 

His obsession will lead to a death, but whose death will it be? ….. 

Read obsession, second installment of the Forgotten series to find out ….




About the author

Lisa Helen Gray (1987) born in Birmingham. All Lisa has ever wanted to do in life, apart from be a mother, is to read and write, and at a certain age she wanted to be a princess.
We can all dream, right?
Serious note though, she has been a passionate reader ever since her Nan first handed her The Three Gollywogs by Enid Blyton. After that, she lived in a land of fantasy. 
First came Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then Angel, and it went on to Twilight and The Hunger Games. Some would say she is a daydreamer, but she is just a firm believer that there is a happily ever after. Hence, her huge love of romance novels.
She got into reviewing other author’s novels, and then decided to publish her own work. Bringing us to her first novel, If I could I'd wish it all away (2014). 

She always has her head stuck in a romance novel and is often (too often) reminded of this. When she hasn't got her head stuck in a book or writing her next novel, she is glued to the TV series Pretty Little Liars, walking dead, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries and of course, Veronica Mars. 

Just an ordinary girl surround by extraordinary books







Author links

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8037778.Lisa_Helen_Gray

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SYNOPSIS:

Sometimes it doesn’t end with happy ever after.

Neve believes Jake is the one.  She is miles away from home, struggling to fit in at university and missing the people she loves.  The only thing getting her through is the knowledge that Jake will be visiting for the weekend.

Jake believes he isn’t the one.  His family and lifestyle mean he can’t give Neve what she deserves: so much more than him.  He arrives for the weekend, knowing that he has to break her heart, along with his own.

Sometimes we make decisions and have to live with the consequences.
Each of them struggles to cope with the aftermath of the weekend.  Each of them is unhappy.  Each of them refuses to do something about it.

Sometimes it isn’t about a boy meeting a girl and falling in love; sometimes it is about what happens next.



Heart features characters from Nicola Hudson’s first New Adult novel, Curve, but can be read as a standalone novel.



Release Date: November 28th



heart  
noun  [härt]

 1. The muscular organ that pumps blood through the circulatory system.

2. The central or most fundamental part of something: its essence.

3. Courage or enthusiasm.

4. Slang (verb) To like something very much, to love.



Neve:

“Sit down, Neve.”  He never called me Neve.  Ever. 
“Why?  Can’t I put some clothes on first?”
“Please, just sit down.”  The quietness in his voice had me worried and so I obeyed. 
Big mistake
That was the moment I let it happen.
“I can’t carry on doing this.”
“Carry on doing what?  What are you talking about?  Why are you acting so weird?”
“This.  Us.  I can’t do it any more. I want out.”  The bastard couldn’t even make eye contact with me as he broke, no, shattered, my heart.


Jake:

Of course I knew it would hurt but I hadn’t expected it to feel like I was ripping my own heart out.  I mean, I knew it was coming, didn’t I?  What I hadn’t thought about was what it would do to me, seeing her hurt like that.  I know her too well to fall for the angry mask she tried to conceal her hurt with.  That was the moment I felt like the biggest bastard in the world.  That was the moment I almost relented and took back the lies I had spoken.  I just wanted to take away the pain I had caused.
But it’s better if she feels angry; it will distract her from the hurt.  And, as tempted as I am to pick up my phone and make it all better again, I can’t.  I have to stay strong.  For her.
This is all for her.
It always was.

It always will be.



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Nicola Hudson is a British author who lives in Birmingham, England.  She is also a full-time high school English teacher and avid reader – her taste runs from New Adult novels to the classics.  Her dream day involves reading, writing and plenty of chocolate. 



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Title: Melancholy (Jokers' Wrath MC, #2)

Author: Bella Jewel

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: September 15, 2014

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To truly understand a story; you need to start from the beginning, but to start from the beginning, you have to go back, further than just you. After all, our stories don't start with us, do they? Our stories start with the person before us, and the person before them. We are created from the stories of those people.

NO ONE'S STORY IS EVER TRULY THEIR OWN.

I tried to create my own story, my own path, my own actions. I've seen things people on see in their worst nightmares, but I never let it neat me down. I never let it become who I was. There was no point analyzing what it could be. 

COULD BE'S DIDNT MATTER.

Until Maddox came into my world. He saved my life. He changed my story; giving me the second chance some of us only dream about. There was only one thing missing in my second chance, and she was the reason I fought so hard to survive.

MY SISTER.

My sister who is supposed to be dead, well, at least, that's what I thought. 

THAT'S WHAT HE TOLD ME.

Now is where my story changes, but to understand this story, you have to start at the beginning ... where it all began ... and before. 

 

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Title: Ruin (Songs of Corruption, #2)

Author: C.D. Reiss

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: October 14, 2014

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What happens when a mob capo falls for a lawful woman?

Does he ruin her, or does she ruin him?

Do they live together, or die together? 

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Mafia capo, Antonio Spinelli blew through my orderly life like a cyclone.

Gorgeous and passionate, with a breathtaking brutality, he put me under his spell the moment he touched me, drawing me into his underworld of risk, violence and betrayal.

And I found, just as this sophisticated savage didn’t trust me, I didn’t trust myself. Something happened to me. Some alchemy from the heat between us.

I discovered I was a savage, too.

 

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Title: Ten Below Zero

Author: Whitney Barbetti

Release Date: August 28, 2014

Genre: New Adult Romance

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“In here,” he said, pushing on the skin above my heart, “you're ten below zero. And you’re closer to death than I am.”

My name is Parker. My body is marked with scars from an attack I don’t remember. I don’t want to remember. I choose to live my life by observation, not through experience. While people are laughing and kissing and connecting, I’m in the corner. Watching them live. I’m indifferent to everything, everyone. The only emotion I feel with any kind of depth is annoyance, and I feel it often.

A text message sent to the wrong number proves to be my undoing.

His name is Everett, but I call him rude. He’s pushy, he’s arrogant, he crowds my personal space, and worst of all: he makes me feel.

He chooses to wear all black, all the time, as if he’s waiting to attend a funeral. Probably because he is.

Everett is dying. And he’s spending his final days living, truly living. In doing so, he’s forcing me to feel, to heal. To come face to face with the demons I suppressed in my memory.

He hurts me, he fulfills me, he completes me. And still, he's dying.

 
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“Your roommates are nosey,” Everett commented, sitting back on the bed. He reached into the suitcase again. “You would know,” I said, snatching a bra from his hands. Everett shrugged. “It’s underwear. More specifically, it’s your underwear. I’m intrigued.” “Yeah, well don’t get any ideas.” Everett leaned back into the pillows, resting his hands behind his head again. “Oh, but I have a lot of ideas.” He winked at me. I stalked away towards my dresser and began pulling things from drawers. When I turned back around, Everett was holding another bra. “You don’t wear padding,” he commented, his fingers feeling along the lined cup. “No.” “I like that.” My hands stilled. And then I moved them again. “Why?” I didn’t care. Really, I didn’t. “Lies.” I turned around. “Lies?” “I like the truth. In every way.” He seemed lost in thought so I turned back around and packed my things. “Am I really doing this?” I asked myself. “Yes, you are.” I turned around again. “Why?” It wasn’t a question he should know the answer to. But he did. “Because you hate and you love the way I make you feel.” I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone you barely knew – that was terrifying. I’d walk down the street naked a hundred times before I would let someone see what lay underneath. I’d spent my life alone. Bounced from foster home to foster home. When my tastes outgrew my age as a teenager, I traded boys for men and found myself still alone. I reveled in the loneliness. No one could hurt me but me, and did I really care if I hurt me? Did I care? If I found pleasure in anything, it was my lack of feeling. And that’s how I knew, when Everett told me not to fall in love with him, that I wouldn’t. I didn’t love myself. And wasn’t loving someone also loving yourself, the parts that saw the beauty in other people? I didn’t have that part. And I didn’t want it. “I don’t love anything,” I said. “I know.” His eyes were unsmiling.

 

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I am the author of new adult romance novels. He Found Me  (May 2014) is the first in a two-part series. Ten Below Zero (August 2014) is a standalone.

I am married with two boys. When I’m not changing diapers or cutting food into tiny bites, I escape to Starbucks for hours. I could drink my weight in their black iced tea.

I love music and have a playlist for everything.

I have about 20 bacon things in my fridge.

 

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Title: Everything I Need (Nashville Nights, #3)

Author: Stacey Mosteller

Release Date: September 4. 2014

Cover Photography & Design by: Sara Eirew Photographer & Designer

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SarahBeth Pearson has made mistakes, and I might just be the biggest one of them all. After spending months keeping secrets and lying to everyone close to us, it’s all fallen apart and we are each left alone to pick up the pieces. I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends. Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets - and her secret just might change everything.  

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"Isn't that SarahBeth?" Melanie asks, looking over to where a small blonde and a brunette are running towards a hallway between stores that leads to restrooms. I jerk around in my seat, trying to look closer and when I see Tyler watching after them, holding a purse and a few shopping bags, I know for sure it's them. At my nod, Mel touches my hand, bringing my gaze back to her earnest one. "Don't you want to go check on her? Make sure she's alright?" Do I want to? Yes, absolutely. Should I? Well, that's another matter entirely. I look back to the corridor they disappeared through, but don’t see them any longer. Just when I'm about to tell her no, I don't want to check on her, Tyler's eyes meet mine and the blatant worry in them has me nodding and heading in his direction. I don't look back to see if Melanie followed me because honestly, all I can think about is what could possibly put that look in Tyler's eyes. "Is she okay?" It's all I can do to keep my voice level when I reach him and ask the question I need the answer to the most. Tyler's looking everywhere but at me when he replies, "Yeah mate, she's fine. You can go back to whatever you were doing now." His voice is hard, it's easy to tell he's not happy at finding me with Mel, but his feelings aren't what worry me now. Before I can ask any more questions, Olivia and Sarah are walking back in our direction. They both stop in their tracks when they see me standing with Tyler. The moment she notices Melanie standing next to me her already pale skin loses all color and she begins backing up, away from our little group. The hurt in her eyes has me moving towards her before I can even process it. I want to explain myself. When what I'm doing registers, I stop, trying to keep myself in place, but when her eyes fill with tears and they overflow, rolling soundlessly down her cheeks, I melt. Reaching her, I cup her face in my hands, brushing away the tears as she trembles beneath me. It's the first time I've really touched her since everything went to shit and having my hands on her, having her this close to me, I feel like I've come home. Unable to hide the emotions racing across my face, I let her see just how much I've missed her as her breath catches in her throat. Her eyes are bouncing back and forth between mine in disbelief while the look on her face has me aching to touch my mouth to hers, to pull her into me so I can hold her. I don't get the chance to do any of that because at the same time a hand touches my back, SarahBeth sucks in a breath and steps back, her eyes brimming with tears even while she glares up at me, betrayal all over her face. I want to explain, to tell her what I'm doing here with Mel, to reassure her that it's not what it seems, but in the back of my head I think this is a good thing. I want her to let go of me, to begin to move on, to find someone that deserves her. Letting her think I've replaced her, no matter how much it hurts us both, is probably for the best. "Wait SarahBeth," Melanie begins as I step away from her touch. Instead, I grab the hand that was on my back and link our fingers together, this draws both her eyes and SarahBeth's. Mel's looks confused, but SarahBeth's guts me. She stares at our linked hands with an expression that's a cross between fury and despair before swiping her hands across her cheeks to brush away the few falling tears, and meeting my gaze head on. Her eyes are sparking with a fire I haven't seen in so long that I'm almost relieved. As she straightens her spine and holds her head high. she turns to Mel and smiles. Just barely tipping the corners of her lips up her smile is clearly fake but there nonetheless, she says, "It's fine really. I'm glad he has someone." Mel starts to speak up, but SarahBeth keeps her eyes on me as Olivia walks up beside her, puts an arm around her shoulder and glares at me. If looks could kill...that girl hates me. She starts to say something in her ear, but Sarah shakes her head. "There's nothing to say. I'm done with this," with that said she scoots out from under Olivia's arm and turns her back on me, this time I'm sure for good, and leaves me to watch her walk away from me this time. Tyler hurries to walk after them, muttering, "You're a bloody idiot mate," as he passes me. He doesn't get far before he stops, turns around and glares at me, much like Olivia did. "If you only knew..." he shakes his head, "Well, that would have gone a lot differently." I don't get the chance to ask him what he means before he heads after them, dropping an arm across each of their shoulders and handing the bags he was holding to Olivia.  

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