Friday, July 15, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Midnight Scent by Dori Lavelle

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Hey everyone,

I'd like to introduce you to my upcoming book, Midnight Scent. Coming in September, 2016.

DESCRIPTION

I find the love letters in my new dorm room, left behind by a previous occupant.

They're meant for someone else, but the words speak to me. They slide off the page, and wrap themselves around my body. They touch me in places I didn't know existed.

I'm falling in love with each word, unable to stop myself.

And I don't even know his name.

Until they tell me.

They say his name is Marcus Devereaux. They say he’s toxic… very dangerous. Falling for him will be a mistake.

I want to believe them. I want to walk away. But the words refuse to be erased from the invisible parts of me.

I'm hooked on the scent of his poison. It’s bad for me. It could kill me. But I’m in too deep.

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

NEW RELEASE: Secrets and Scars (Fatal Hearts 3) by Dori Lavelle

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Secrets and Scars (Fatal Hearts 3) by Dori Lavelle is now AVAILABLE!!!

BOOK DESCRIPTION

The nightmare is far from over.

Alvin Jones, Chloe’s husband from hell, is hot on their trail.

Her nose is picking up on his scent. Her skin feels the heat of his rage. Her tongue tastes death—hers and Owen’s.

Owen Firmin has rescued her from her worst nightmare, but will they be able to cross a dangerous island filled with traps and other hazards in order to reach Owen's yacht, and their only real chance of escape?

Chloe has learned the hard way that life is full of surprises. The next one could be waiting just around the corner.

**WARNING: This book contains dark themes, including violence that could trigger emotional distress in readers.**
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy ever afters and mint chocolate. Give her a great romance novel and a mug of hot chocolate and she'd be one happy woman.

Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn't happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing schoolwork. 
The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Circles Of Trust by Christine Hart & Giveaway!

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Davis believed his life and everything about it was perfect. He had a great job, his own house on the beach complete with a private 'dungeon' for his more adventurous encounters, great friends, the perfect club membership at a private BDSM club, and what he felt was most important, total control - until the day he was forced to realize that perfection wasn't something he could control. Imanya and Kaena were as opposite as two women could be, but had one thing in common...Davis. Learning to trust again will prove that while he is the 'dominant' in the bedroom, they control what really matters...his heart.
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Christine Hart started writing about romance in grade school when she wrote a story about a love struck puppy. The puppy got his happy ending and Christine became addicted to writing. Believing there can never be enough romance in the world, Christine enjoys writing about unusual, quirky and slightly neurotic characters who sometimes make unlikely choices as they deal with even more unlikely situations but always find true love and their happily-ever-afters. She currently resides in California and even when life interrupts, which it usually does, has made it a rule to write every day - even if it's only one line.
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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Book Blast: DEEP by Skye Warren & $15 GC

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

BLURB:

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.

Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.

We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.

Then he turns up outside my dorm room--wounded and barely conscious. He's the head of a criminal empire, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.

I can help him, but I can't fall for him.

Not again.

EXCERPT

The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.

I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.

Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.

My gaze snapped to my phone.

I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.

And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.

No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.

I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.

Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.

I opened the door a crack. Nothing.

Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.

A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.

He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.

Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.

“Come inside,” I whispered urgently, pulling his arm.

All that earned me was a weak groan.

Panic beat in my chest. Was he losing consciousness? Was he dying?

I managed to sling his heavy arm over my shoulders, staggering under even that much weight. Christ. Awake he was pure packed power. Half-conscious and injured, he was like a pile of steel bars—unmovable and unwieldy.

“I’ll never forgive you if you die on my doorstep,” I said.

Something like a grunt escaped him—it might have been a laugh. Either way, he surged up, tapping into some deep well of energy or survival instinct. His effort and all my strength pushed us through the doorway and into my dorm room. It had seemed small before. Now it seemed tiny as we bumped into walls and staggered to the bed.

I wanted to lay him down gently, careful with his wounds, but in the end we both fell under his weight, tangled on the bed in a heap of exhausted limbs. With a coarse shove I managed to get him on his back so I could shut the door.

The hallway was just as empty as when I’d found him. There was a little smear of blood on the doorjamb. It turned a mottled brown when I wiped it with my shirt.

That would have to be good enough for now.

I just hoped no one had followed him. I just hoped no one found him.

And I really hoped no one found me.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.
Website: http://www.skyewarren.com
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Thursday, March 31, 2016

Secrets and Lace: 28 Days Left

BY Dori Lavelle No comments

Hi everybody,

I just wanted to drop by and share a quick teaser with you. I can't believe Secrets and Lace (Fatal Hearts 1) will be out in just a few weeks. Get ready for the ride.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Release Blitz: Saving Kendrix by Elle Christensen

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Title: Saving Kendrix (The Fae Guard #5)
Author: Elle Christensen
Release Date: March 23, 2016
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Alysia

I’ve lived in shadows all of my life
Feeling empty, but never knowing what I was truly missing
I’ve been taught to hide my talents and be invisible
Until Kendrix walks into my life and sees me. All of me.
I know he is my destiny, but he is holding himself back
There is something he isn’t telling me
I’m afraid when the truth comes out, it will tear us apart

Kendrix

I made a choice to give up my soul and forever alter my destiny
I embraced abilities that I’d kept hidden
But they don’t make up for what I’ve lost
It seems a cruel trick of Fate that I finally met the one who was meant to be mine
And yet, I can never have her
My job is to deceive Alysia and ultimately, to give her up
But the darkness calls to me
Tempting me to hide in the shadows with her forever 
Prologue
Kendrix
           
Hell is often portrayed as a burning pit of fire. However, I’m beginning to wonder if Dante had it right. It seems logical to believe that there are nine levels of hell that are broken down into something like another eighteen circles. Each one different. Each one designated to specific sins. And each one with their own unique atmosphere, not all of which are hot with fire. Where I stand, at this moment, is one circle of Hell. But, it is cold and dark, filled with misery at knowing what I’ve left behind and what is stretched before me. I do my best not to dwell on what was because there is no greater pain than remembering times of love and joy when they are forever out of your reach. You cannot pluck them from the past, and you’ll never find them in your future.
The only thing I have to cling to is my purpose, the reason I made the choice to fall into my own level of Hell. A small fraction of my soul is tightly gripped, enough to remind me what I must do and why I have no choice but to succeed. Beyond that, I have no comprehension of what my future holds after this assignment. I’m finally embracing my abilities as a fate reader, but I am blind to my own destiny. What I see before me is an eternal stretch of blackness.
I can only try my best not to succumb fully to evil. But, if I’m bound to live in darkness forever, is there really any other choice?
I’m a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance. 

I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books. 
I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for my attention. 

I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!